He wanted you to see it, your wife fully yielding to him, dropping her panties as if saying fuck me, kneeling on the bed to be taken by him from behind. Worse, your wife wanted you to see it too, and you didn’t even had the courage to leave the room and go away.
her resistance was only for show
I like it. When he uses my mouth, when I suck his cock, when my mouth is wide open and he spurts, when he tells me to swallow, I like it, always. Sorry, Honey, I won’t do it for you.
Missionary. The position often overlooked, even looked down on at times for being "basic" or "vanilla". But in my opinion, there is a no more passionate, intense, and soul connecting position than this.
Pressed against each other, face to face, with one hand groping and the other grasping a fist full of hair on the back of her head. Her arms wrapped around, feeling the rippled muscles down the length of my back. I can hear every gasp and moan, even the gentle whispers and I see the small micro-expressions that correlate to them. It starts with slow, long, deep thrusts as we feel the initial entry. Connected. Desired. Craved. The thrusts become faster, more intense, harder. And through it all our eyes are locked in a soul connecting trance that is hard to describe if you haven't experienced it.
And when the stars align perfectly, you both reach climax in a simultaneous explosion of pleasure and connection. Feeling the contracting muscles, the spasms, violent grasps and labored breathing, the moans and gasps all reach a unifying crescendo before you collapse into each other's arms, souls intertwined.
Indeed for me, experiencing missionary with the one you love is nothing short of magic.