“I love you too, boy!”

Without warning, Hank shifted and replaced his tongue with the tip of his monster cock. He rubbed the head against my quivering slit, smearing his precum and adding more natural lube to my ring.

Grabbing my waist, my husband drove his cock into my ass.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed out.

I’d taken Hank’s cock into my ass countless times within the last year, but it still made me yelp. The oversized crown and the wrist-sized shaft stretched open my insides.

“Fuck yeah!” he howled. “Take my cock!”

“Yes, Sir!” I wailed.

Spreading my folded legs apart, Hank buried his entire length inside me, thrusting his unyielding prick in and out of my ass.

“Squeeze it!” he demanded.

Obediently, I used my well-trained ass muscles and gripped his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it!”

Slamming my ass, Hank repeatedly long-dicked me, driving his uncut cock all the way in and then all the way out while I whimpered. With each pump, the massive head grazed against my spot, making my body shudder with ecstasy. He began a slow and relentless pounding of my ass.

“Take your husband’s cock like a wife should, boy!”

“Yes!” I wailed. “Fuck me, please!”

Suddenly, his cock swelled and throbbed. Panting, Hank began to grunt.

“Gonna shoot!” he hollered.

“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me!” I screamed out as his width and length stretched my anal walls even more.

“Take my load, boy!” The first of his morning cum fired like a cannon from the massive head. “Fuck, yeah!”

Wad after wad of Hank’s essential ooze filled my hole. I could feel the intense flood of liquid heat filling me while his cock continued to impale my trembling body. Swirling around in my tunnel, his morning batch was thick and abundant. When his thrusts slowed, Hank collapsed on top of me with his cock still buried in my ass.

“I love you, Austin,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Sir…”

Like I did almost every morning, as Hank got in the shower, I picked out Hank’s clothes for the day.

With my husband’s sticky cum buried inside me, I slipped on my white Hanes briefs and hurried into the kitchen to start breakfast. Right on schedule, I looked at the clock on the stove and it was 4:35. Hank wouldn’t be making his appearance in our kitchen for another 25 minutes, but he would be expecting his breakfast waiting on him. After eating, and sometimes another quick blowjob or fuck, my husband was usually on his way out the door by 5:30. This morning’s menu was fried eggs, bacon, hash browns, and butter toast.

I was so proud of Hank. He’d always been hard-working, but now he owned and operated his own construction business. He was an awesome breadwinner.

As I put down Hank’s full plate on the table in the kitchen, I looked to the door from the hallway with a smile on my face. On cue, my brawny hunk of a husband swaggered into the kitchen wearing a black t-shirt, his faded blue jeans, and his size 14 cowboy boots. He still made my mouth water.