19 comments/ 89171 views/ 28 favorites Completion By: Robsound My sexy gorgeous wife required me to lick her to orgasm virtually every day. Usually we would start at about six in the evening, she would find me, generally working in my study, and hold out her hand to lead me upstairs. Sometimes she would call me from the lounge, and I would go to her and find her sitting watching TV with no clothes below her waist. As time went on, I increasingly had to please her while she watched TV, which I found humiliating, although she usually paused the programme when she got close to her orgasm. A day came when she decided to change things a little. "What do you think about when you masturbate?" She asked completely out of the blue. "Erm..." Don't pretend you don't masturbate, I hear you in the middle of the night, rubbing your little cock with my used panties." "Oh God!" "Do you think about me?" "Yes my love, always." "What do you think about me?" She asked whilst taking down her jeans and sexy thong. "Well..." "Kneel here between my legs. Take down your trousers and panties." I wish she wouldn't call them panties. "Now start to wank yourself. Do you think about licking my pussy?" "Yes." "Do you think about licking my ass?" "Yes." "You're getting nice and hard now, still very small, but hard. Do you think about licking your own cum out of me?" "Yes." "Don't cum yet. I have an important question. When I've asked it, don't think, just answer. Ok?" "Ok." "Do you imagine me with other men, having sex with another man while you watch?" "Yes I do, often." "Well I have a little secret for you. I also think about having sex with another man. When you are licking me, that's what I think about. When you lick your cum out of me, I imagine it's my lover's cum. Thinking that makes me cum. We both get turned on by the same imaginary scene. Do you understand?" "Yes my love, I do." "Are you close now?" "Yes." "Close your eyes and imagine me being fucked by a horny young stud. Now squirt all over my pussy. You can lick it all up while I imagine the young man fucking me while you watch." I only lasted a few more seconds before I squirted all over my wife's glistening pussy. Afterwards, while I was lapping up my own ejaculate, I couldn't help worrying about the consequences of what she had said. "Start licking, you've got me really horny now, with your kinky fantasies." I set to work licking my sticky white mess off her beautiful pussy. I could smell her arousal, which turned me on and scared me in equal measure. It only took me six or seven minutes to get her to a crashing climax, unlike the twenty to thirty it usually takes. "Again, make me cum again!" I returned to her demanding sex, now wet and sticky with her own juices, starting very slowly and gently, building her up gradually. This time it took twenty minutes, but when it arrived it was a tsunami of an orgasm. "That was so good Rob, the best ever. Your fantasy really turned me on." "Me too, I squirted so much." "Then poor you, having to lick it all up. Do you really hate having to do that?" "I hate it when I have to actually do it, because I've cum and am no longer aroused, but I get very turned on by you telling me before I've cum, that I'm going to have to do it. Does that make sense?" "Totally, and I now know what our next fantasy will be." The next day was just back to me licking her to orgasm at six o'clock, with no talk of fantasies. There was a difference, however, as it only took me about ten minutes to get her to orgasm, and then I had to give her another one. Not a tsunami this time, but she was still very pleased with me. For the first time in my life I actually believed that I was good at sex. I knew that I was satisfying my wife sexually. "Rob, if I asked you, would you do something for me?" "Yes, my love, of course, anything." That was a stupid thing to say. "Please promise me that you won't Masturbate for forty eight hours, that is, until Friday evening. I want us to play Friday evening, and I want you to be really horny." "Ok my love, I promise." It shouldn't be too bad, I came a lot the day before. I was feeling less stressed about the possible consequences of our shared fantasy, since she seemed to be thinking of a new fantasy. "You will still be licking me for the next couple of days, of course." "Of course my love." "Good, that's settled then. Go and wash your face, then get on with dinner, I'm starving!" Being chaste for forty eight hours doesn't sound much, but it proved extremely difficult. It was made more difficult by my wife's insistence that I make her cum each evening. The pattern of one quick orgasm, followed by a second, slower one, seemed to have become our standard template. Friday finally arrived, and six o'clock arrived on time. My wife went to the sofa and shed all of her clothes. "Strip baby, I want you naked." I had no objection, she was naked after all. "Kneel between my legs, as usual." I knelt, feeling extremely excited. My little soldier was heading to attention already. "I want us to have a new fantasy today. Well, sort of new. We are both naked in a bedroom. My new lover walks in to the room and strips naked. You can touch yourself if you like, but don't cum until I tell you. Promise." "I promise." "I sit on the edge of the bed and my lover walks over and stands in front of me. Are you imagining his body?" "Yes." I almost hiss, I'm so excited. "My legs are wide and he's standing between them. I take his cock in my hands and bend forward to kiss the tip. I run my tongue around the head, as he starts to engorge. It gets bigger and bigger. Flaccid it was bigger than you are hard. Would you be jealous of his big cock?" "Yes, very." "Good, I want you to be jealous. When he is fully hard, I turn to you and tell you that you must lick all of my lover's cum out of my pussy when he has fucked me for the first time. After that, you must take his cock in your mouth and make him hard again. That is my new fantasy. Does it turn you on?" "Yes, incredibly, and you?" "Also incredibly. You can cum now, look into my eyes and imagine that I've just told you. That I'm holding my lover's huge erect cock in my hands. That you're going to have to lick up his cum. That you have to take him into your mouth, to get him hard, so he can fuck me again. Imagine that as you cum." I exploded gallons of white spunk, all over her pussy. I knew I was going to have to lick it up, but still I kept squirting. I wasn't even completely finished when my eager wife put her hand on my head, pushing down firmly, as the last of my sperm fell to the carpet. "You must make me cum three times Rob, I'm so turned on by that fantasy!" I did make her cum three times, and she was so appreciative, and praised me so highly, however, afterwards I couldn't stop worrying about the way the fantasy thing had gone. This wasn't a new fantasy, this was the old one, added to. The next morning I discovered that my worst fears were totally justified. "Good morning darling," she purred, gently playing with my balls, "are you going to use that skilled tongue of yours and give me a lovely morning orgasm?" "Of course my love," I answered, "diving under the covers." Ten minutes later she was basking in the afterglow of a Saturday morning orgasm, playing with my balls again, but making no move to relieve my frustration. "Sweetheart, " she began hesitantly, "the girls at work keep going on at me to go out with them on Saturday nights. I've decided to give in and go with them tonight, you don't mind do you?" "I don't know, where do they go?" I really didn't like the sound of this. "To the town of course. You know, clubbing." "But..." "Shhh, don't interrupt. The thing is, I have nothing to wear, we need to go shopping today and find me an outfit to go clubbing in." "But, are you going to be dancing with other guys?" "Of course, stupid, but with all these kinky fantasies you have, I didn't think you would be that picky about what I do with other guys, so don't start to get difficult now." What could I say? I was hoist by my own petard. The shopping was a nightmare, it took hours, but she ended up with the shortest dress I've ever seen her wear, so thin it was almost see thru, very high heels, and the skimpiest thong and bra set she could find. As she was going out of the door to the taxi, she thrust something into my hand. "These are my favourite pair of big panties. Please do your best to fill them with cum. If some stud wants to fuck me tonight, I'm not going to say no, so don't hold back, wank yourself senseless. Have fun, I know I will." I was beside myself with anguish. I kept hoping that it was just a game, but as the hours wore on, I knew it wasn't. In the end I made use of the panties. I made a lot of use of the panties, and also the whisky bottle. At some point I must have crashed into bed. In the morning I woke to my wife fondling my balls again. "Morning sleepyhead, I see you made good use of my panties, were you imagining me with another man?" "Yes." "Good. I didn't have to imagine, do you understand?" "Yes." "So, now you have a job to do. Get to it." Her hand was on my head again, but this time it wasn't my cum inside her. This was my fantasy writ large. My worst nightmare come true. And yet. And yet, I had a raging hard on, despite my repeated DIY orgasms the night before, plus the whisky, I was erect at the thought that my wife had had sex with another guy. "Well, what have we here," she said, fondling my tiny erect cock, "I'm glad I was fucked by something a lot bigger than this last night. Now get your head down between my legs and make me cum." I did my duty, and made her cum twice. I tasted the taste of another man's cum inside my wife's pussy. After she was satisfied she lay beside me, held my balls very firmly, and spoke these words. "Things are going to have to change now I'm having lovers. I need you to stop masturbating on your own. I will tell you when and how to masturbate. You will always consume your emission. I will watch you whenever you cum. If I catch you having a secret wank, I will crush your balls. Is there any part of all that which you don't understand?" "No my love." "I will enjoy myself with lots of other men. You will not object, you will help and encourage me. You will lick me to orgasm every day. You will relish the taste of my lover's cum in my pussy. This will be your life from now on, and when I ask you, whether you are happy with your life, what will you answer?" "That I am very happy, my love." "Good boy, now get your head back between my legs, I'm still horny." "Yes my love." Completion - Claire I've waited for this for so long. Thought about it, dreamed of it. I trembled in the elevator, watching the numbers as I rose. One, two, three... Four. The elevator dinged and I felt my nerves ping sharply in response. You stood there in the hallway, tall, very still, a grave expression on your face. I inhaled sharply, feeling your eyes on me like a brand. As I walked toward you, I smiled, blushing. "You even wore a tie." I was a little undone by that, how you looked, the care you took in your appearance. You smiled then, and opened your arms. I came to you. You gathered me in and held me, tenderly. I put my cheek against your chest and for that moment, everything went away but the sound of your heart, the rise of your chest, the trembling of my body. We broke naturally; you kept one arm around me, opening the door to our room with the other. Your arm fell away and you took my hand, pulling me after you. Warm skin, warmth in your touch. I was so charged with excitement, but shy -- there were no words. You took my coat and then led me into the room, sitting down in high-backed armless chair, directly in front of a full-length mirror. You wanted to watch. I wish I could have, too. I was hesitant, not knowing what to do, but you took care of that for me. You reached for me and drew me in again, unbuttoning my jeans. You pulled them down, taking my panties with them, pulling them to my knees. You told me to lay across your lap in a quiet tone, but still, underlain with a firmness that made me shiver. Your hand cupped my cheeks momentarily and it began. Almost indescribable. Your hand came down, a brushing motion, sharp, stinging, hand flat and hard across the top of one quivering cheek. I felt the burn immediately, the blood rushing to the surface of my skin, heat radiating through it. You rested there for a moment, and then a caress. Smack, caress, smack, caress. One cheek, then another, again, again, and again. You seemed tireless as it went on, regular, increasingly harder, yet always the caress after the smack. I whimpered, all thought driven from my mind. I was suspended in a no-place between pain and pleasure, sting and sensual blaze. I surrendered to you and lost time. Then -- soothing, gentle strokes. Softness on my burning bottom, a salve, your hands a kiss. It was over. My nerves were singing. You bent over me and pushed my jeans all the way off. "Go lay on the table." Over there, by the window, a round pedestal-type table stood, two small pillows on top of it. It was an amazingly perfect height. Again I hesitated. You had not removed your clothing, and I wondered if I should remove my sweater. I turned to you, questioningly. You took my hesitation as confusion, I think. "No, face down, feet on the floor." Apprehension flared in me, flooding my nerves with cold adrenaline. But then your hand, warm, gentle on the small of my back, guiding me forward. The warmth of your touch, both physical and mental, calmed me. I bent over, settled gently on the table. The presence of clothing, still, was another ritual. A ceremonial touch to your laying claim, your possession of me. But first you wanted my mouth. You came around in front of me, your cock already erect, protruding from the fly of your slacks. I'm afraid I felt clumsy taking you between my lips, but shortly became involved in your taste and how you quivered, alive on my tongue. One hand twisted in my hair, guiding me to pleasure you. You did not force me, but I was under your complete control. You played with me, pulling yourself out, rubbing my face and lips and cheeks. I moaned when you did this, part from denial, but also from pleasure. For a time you let me suckle you, but you began to pull out more frequently. I could feel the energy building in your loins, your abdomen growing taut with need. It was time. Back around behind me again, your hands again on my bottom, stroking, soothing, settling. You wanted me to relax; you wanted to make it good for me. Next I felt a tickling liquid sensation at the top of my cleft. So considerate. Your fingers played, slipping and sliding up and down the cleft of my bottom, spreading the slickness around, preparing me. So careful and gentle you were, but there was no question this was going to happen. Your finger felt practiced as they slipped past the initial muscle, lubricating, massaging, and preparing me for the inevitable. I deepened my breathing, consciously willing relaxation. Your play felt good, I could feel myself relaxing as you gently probed, pressing further. You pulled one of my hands back. "Spread yourself for me." To my surprise and delight I felt the beginnings of my own arousal, mixed with the delicious guilt of the taboo -- the most intimate act I have ever offered. I brought my other hand back and opened myself to you. Oh -- now it is you, your cock, pressing against me. Automatically I tightened up again, anticipating the pain that has been before. Still, I was there, I had asked for this -- I would not falter. Again, deep, calming breaths. Your steadying palm on the small of my back. Your gentle control. Yes, I want this. I want you. I trust you. Daddy... The endearment passed through my mind, trying it out. It warmed me, relaxed me. This is what I had asked for, and you have given me everything I desired. Slowly you started to move, carefully, pulling the head of your cock gently in and out. I heard the lust in your breathing, and was grateful for your control. Daddy... You leaned over me, your weight solid, comforting. Your hand came up and stroked my hair with a tenderness that touched me. Slowly I admitted more of you, now knowing, feeling, the goodness to come. You nuzzled me; I felt your breath through the softness of my sweater. Daddy... Your hand twisted in my hair and you tugged, an invitation. I arched my back and felt myself let go as your cock sunk home. I felt your heat, the blood rushing through the veins, the gently pulsing head. You waited a moment, and then withdrew fully, slowly sinking in again. And again. And again. And then you began. The slickness of your cock massaged nerves never before stimulated in such a way. Yes, oh, yes. This is what it's all about. The familiar heat of my fulfillment started to grow inside me, but deeper, more intense than I'd ever experienced. You let go of my hair, reached under me, playing your fingers in my labia, stroking my clit. Yes, oh God, yes. Faster now, your fingers were busy, your strokes rhythmic, your breath ragged. I could not hold back, and I cried for you, muffling my face in the pillow. "Daddy...Daddy...Daddy!" Quietly, but with feeling, in between other, less coherent sounds. I could hear you then, your control fading as you thrust with more abandon. I arched my back again. "Daddy...oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me Daddy!" I felt you gather behind me, It was enough. I couldn't wait. The heat in my bottom, oh, God, yes, your cock inside me, feeling so good. Your fingers stroked me, sliding, pressing, demanding my release. Your sudden shouts, quiet and urgent, the final trigger, sent me over the precipice of ecstasy. Your possession of me is now complete. You took from me the last gift I had to offer, and treated it with reverence, understanding of what it was. An act of love, given, received, and returned. Completion - James I waited rather impatiently. The text message on my cell phone said you would be right up. Yet there I was, a full five minutes later and still, you had not arrived. Finally, the elevator dinged and the doors hissed open. There you stood, a mixture of relief, nervousness and excitement on your face. I'd wanted to make an impression. I don't do it very often, but today I'd dressed in my best. A good suit, silk shirt and silk tie. Cufflinks. The works. Right down to the silk handkerchief in my jacket pocket, just showing and fixed just right. A hesitant step, tentative, and you were off the elevator. "You even wore a tie," you said quietly. Were you so surprised? I suppose so, considering that just about every picture you ever saw of me had me dressed in a flannel shirt of some kind. I suppose it's a different uniform than most men wear today. Yet, appropriate for my work and my life. There wasn't much for me to say so I didn't say anything. Yet, I was so pleased you had come there to be with me. I managed to smile and hold my arms open. You stepped right into them and I held you so close, smelling your hair, feeling your body molded to mine. So nice. So perfect in my arms. Finally though, it was time. After all, we didn't plan this so carefully to stand in the hall hugging. As if we both had the same thought at the same time, we broke our hug and walked down the hall. I opened the door and guided you in, taking your coat and hanging it up. Past the closet and into the suite we went, my hand holding yours. I wondered briefly if you were nervous. I had the chair in front of the mirror. I wanted, needed to see. See your reactions, your face. The way your body moved. Everything. I sat down and reached for you, pulled you to me. Thinking back, I didn't even glance at your face right then. We'd come here for this. I'd thought about it, planned it and there we were doing it. I undid your jeans and pulled them down about halfway, taking your panties with them. For just a moment, I was drawn by the revealing of your sex, but that was for later. "Lay here," I said, quietly but firmly. Did I see you shiver? Maybe, for a fleeting moment you did. But the moment was gone and you laid across my lap. There is just something about a woman's rear. They come in all shapes and sizes and varying degrees of firmness. Yours is nicely rounded; firm cheeks speak to the exercise you take part in. The climbing, the housework, the walks with your dogs. Everything. I held one of them in my hand then, enjoying the smooth roundness and pale golden flesh. A shiver went through your body. I felt it and smiled slightly, looked in the mirror and raised my hand. Smack! The sound almost echoed in the silence of the room. A brushing blow, delivered across the rounded globe and as I moved my hand back to caress it, I saw the first hint of pink rise to the skins surface. Gently I rubbed for a moment and took pleasure in that. Smack! Did you ever listen to the sound of that? A hand, a palm spanking a bare bottomed woman. Such a pleasant sound. A sexy sound. Your other cheek blossomed pink and I caressed that one, too. Smack! Caress. Smack! Caress. One after another I delivered the brushing, stinging smacks to your blushing rear. Your cheeks quivered with each strike. I went faster, with fewer caresses, more strokes, gradually increasing the force. Over and over. Sensual, sexual in deliverance; like the thrusting of a hard cock inside you, up and down my hand went, delivering one blow after another. No more caressing then. No. I was spanking you and spanking you hard. No doubt about it. You whimpered and I saw the tension leave your body. Ah. Sweet surrendering submission. I went on, turning your quivering rear bright red. Even my own hands stung from the blows. For a moment, I wondered if you realized I had stopped. Heat from your flesh warmed my hand as I caressed the now tender flesh. In the mirror, I see your eyes are closed. Peace on your face and something else. Ah yes. Peaceful bliss. I've seen it before. You've no idea the pleasure it brings me to see it there. With one hand still holding you, I reached down and stripped your jeans and panties off the rest of the way. You stood up, not facing me, not looking at me. I wondered what you were thinking right then, or if you were thinking anything at all. "Go lay on the table." My command. My order. My request. Hesitation. Second thoughts my love? Wondering just for a moment if you regretted, changed your mind about this. Then realization came to me. "No, face down, feet on the floor." Better to be shown I suppose and I moved you, guided you to the place I wanted you. You bent over, stomach and chest on the pillows, feet on the floor. Perfect. Your deep red cheeks a beacon, calling to me. I wanted what lay therein, but first I will have something else. I opened my zipper and sprang free. Never have I found anything so arousing as that day, those moments, when I made my claim on you and took you for my own.. To have you, to possess you. To have as my own. Even right now, writing this, remembering how I possessed and took you for my own that day, I am aroused. Tentative, almost clumsily, you allowed my cock to penetrate your lips. Guiding you, your hair twisted up in my fingers and fist, I showed you what to do. How to pleasure me. It didn't take long and you were enjoying it, savoring the taste of me. Feeling my cock, loving it. Rubbed all over your face, you moaned when I let you have it again and moaned when I took it away. Ah, the feel of a woman's mouth around my cock. Knowing she craves it, needs to love it, pleasure it. Pleasure me. Nothing quite like that. There are other things I like more, but this is possessing you, allowing yourself to be mine. No more. I know I need to stop and I pull away one last time. There will be plenty of time to enjoy this selfish pleasure, later. Today is more for you, to be mine. It was time, I moved behind you once again. Already, the blush was fading a little. I was tempted to refresh it, but no, not this time. Still, heat caressed my hand as I caressed your tender flesh. I wondered for a moment if you had second thoughts. But there was no going back now and I knew that even if you had those thoughts, you would not voice them. In my way, I was about to show you that you were mine, that I could do for you what no other had done, been able to do. Slowly, you relaxed again and I was so pleased. You trusted me to do this right for you, to make it good. Was the lube cold? I suppose maybe it was because you twitched when I dribbled it between your cheeks. Then you relaxed again. I spread it around, slowly adding more as I went. The tiny opening gave way easily to me, even though you were not so experienced. It didn't take long, you were so relaxed and I was so pleased with you for that too. As I made you ready for me, I focused on what I was doing. Yet, my mind wandered a little. I had speculated more than once over the past few weeks, why you'd ask for this to happen on our first time together. Then, in the moments before the actual act, I came to the realization finally, that this was the ultimate way to show you that I was worthy to possess you. To show you that I could indeed be the man to possess you and cherish you as no other. To make this, something you had never enjoyed in your experience, an act of pleasure rather than one of pain. That you were enjoying what I was doing was clearly evident. Your flowering fruit, glistening with anticipation and pleasure told me this, as did your nearly silent moans and slight gasps. There comes a time when the play must end and the act brought to fruition. I was certainly ready. You were ready. I needed only to go forward. To finish. To please. To enjoy. To make you, finally, mine. I took your hand, placed it on your cheek, heat from the earlier spanking nearly gone. "Spread yourself for me." I wanted you to own this, for it to be as much about you as it was about me. In retrospect, perhaps my order was a bit brutish. Perhaps too much, a tad too far. Yet, it is my way. I'd planned this, to have you own this act as much as I did. In your submission to me, this final, societal taboo was pushed aside. You reached back, grasped your other cheek and opened yourself to me. A quick drizzle of lube on my cock, a rubbing stroke to spread it around and I placed myself at your most intimate entry. Instantly you tensed up. I knew that in the past, this has meant nothing but pain for you. Old lovers, unskilled or uncaring, it didn't matter. Your quickened breath subsided after a moment; you breathed deeply, slowly, calming yourself. My hand on your back seemed to help, seemed to say, "I am here, this will be ok." Not a word spoken, but I knew. I silently promised you, my love, that this would not be the hurt you had experienced before, and I pressed gently forward. Again you tensed and again you relaxed, easier, more quickly this time. Did you see? Did you feel? Did you know that I would make this good for you? You wanted this and I knew why. Nothing mattered to me than for you to find me worthy of being the one who would possess you forever. Then came the hard part for me. While I wanted nothing more than to thrust with abandon, my mind and body were filled with lust, I needed to be more in control of myself than any other time. Much later, I would not need such control, yet right then, there was nothing else that could be more important to you, to me, to us. I pulled back slightly, gently and moved in again. Slowly, gently. What were you thinking right then? Did you think anything at all? So quiet, so silent and I wanted to ask, to know, but I kept my focus. Yes, this was going to be good for me. Would it be good for you? Over you, I kissed you, feeling the softness of your sweater against my cheek. Slowly thrusting, taking my time, barely moving inside you, yet I was, by degrees, taking more and more of you. Going so slow and my loins ached so bad for release, abandon. Really, I cannot help it. It is me. It is the way I am. My hand found your soft hair, took it and held it. Tugged—Gently?—Perhaps. It is hard for one to know how the other feels when the other is so silent. You arched your back into me and in that, took more of me. I felt it then and knew it was time. Fully I sank into your tightness, paused and withdrew. Without waiting, I took you again, sinking past that clenching tight muscle, almost agonizing in my control of myself and of you. Back I took it away again. Forward all the way, once again possessing you. Over and over. A quiet moan escaped your lips. Good. This is good. I thought silently. I let go of your hair, shifting your focus and mine to the pleasure that awaited. Under and around you I found my goal, the slick heat of your fruit, wet with desire and pleasure found. I thrust deliberately, carefully. Fully, each stroke I pulled away and out. Each stroke I took you, possessed you, made you mine as I pressed fully into you. I tried a little harder. You were receptive for me, moaning a little more. Harder, faster I went, while still trying to restrain myself. My breath seemed too tight, my lungs wanted to burst. My hips slowly gained a mind of their own and I reigned them in, demanding of myself to do it right. Even that is a pleasure to me, to be in control of myself. All the while, my fingers were stroking that bundle of pleasure nestled in your soft sweet lips. A little faster. Yes. You moaned, enjoying. Then, sweet music erupted from your lovely lips, crying out to me, to you, to the world. Telling me, telling yourself, telling the world that yes, you mine, forever. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" you cried. I nearly wept for joy. Control faded and lust took me over right then. Harder, faster, deeper I went. I pushed that button and found your joy, your pleasure. Your cries were sent me over and I too became vocal, telling you in my way, how I felt with groans and grunts and thrusts and more. "Daddy...oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me Daddy!" It was more than I could take, the last vestige of control escaped and let me loose. The inevitable began. The beginning of the end. The taking of you, my love was nearly complete. I wanted it, you wanted it. The time had come. With a cry your pleasure overtook you, became you. The precipice loomed before you and without hesitating, you plunged over into bliss. I shouted my joy, my love, my own pleasure for any and all to hear. I joined you in ecstasy and together we were joined in mind, body and spirit. You offered me the one gift you had never offered to anyone else. I accepted it, took it and now you are mine forever. An act of love, given, received and returned. I love you Claire, and now.... We are complete.