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“So this is where you’ve been,” I say, jumping on the bed and falling into his arms.

I close my eyes, and he kisses me on the lips. For the millionth time since I’ve met him, I wonder how in the heck I got so lucky to meet a man as good as Cyrus.

“Between work and checking on ma, and the baby… we haven’t had sex in at least three days.” He gets up on his knees and starts undressing me. I’m so tired, all I have to do is lay back and let him get on with it. It feels nice to be taken care of. “I just wanted to do something special for you.”

I take his cock in my hands. I bend forward and lick the shining wet tip of his length. “And get laid,” I say.

He groans deeply. His fingers are already between my legs. Rubbing little circles around my little ball of nerves and driving me crazy.

"Nothing wrong with that," he says. "In fact, some people might even consider it healthy."

It’s only been a year since we met. But I can’t imagine my life without him.

"Alright, Dr. Phil," I say, my mouth full of cock.

He’s the best damn husband and the best father and not once has he said anything when I put on all the baby weight. In fact, he loves it. Says the more cushion for the pushing the better.

"That's right," he growls. "I'm Dr. Cyrus and you're Nurse Billie, and it looks as if I'm going to have to do a very thorough examination of your cunt."

"With your dick?" I say

He spreads my legs wide open on the bed and kneels down between them. His tongue is a force of nature. Taking me down a road well-traveled.

"Yes," he says, "but first I need to use my mouth."

“Fuck, Cyrus,” I moan, my eyes closed and my head turned slightly to the side. The cot’s just next to our bed. A huge smile spreads across my face, and it’s not because he’s just inserted another long, thick finger into my pussy. It’s because I have everything I ever dreamed of. Everything I thought I’d never have. And it’s all because of this big, friendly giant, who likes nothing more than to pleasure his wife.