It was a warm summer evening when Sarah knocked on my door, tears streaming down her face. "Jim, I can't take it anymore," she sobbed, collapsing into my arms. "Ever since the baby was born, he just won't touch me. He says I'm too fat now and that my body's ruined from the pregnancy. I feel so ugly and undesirable."

I held her close, stroking her hair. "Oh, Sarah, you could never be ugly. You're a stunning woman, inside and out. The curves of your body after carrying new life are a thing of beauty, not shame. I'm sorry your husband doesn't see that."

She looked up at me with red, puffy eyes. "Really, Jim? You think I'm still attractive, even like this?"

I cupped her face tenderly. "I've always thought you were gorgeous, Sarah. Your husband is a fool." I wiped away her tears with my thumbs. "Why don't you go home and do something nice for yourself tonight? Get dolled up and put on some sexy lingerie. Show him what he's missing."

A small smile played on her lips. "You know, that's not a bad idea. Thank you, Jim; just talking to you makes me feel better and more confident." She hugged me tight before heading out.

A few days later, my phone buzzed with a text from Sarah: "Come over when my husband leaves for work today. I have a surprise for you."

That afternoon, I knocked on her door. “Come in. The door is open,” a lovely voice said. “I’m upstairs.”

The summer sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange glow through the bedroom window. She stood there, backlit, with a vision of sensuality and desire. The black lace bra cupped and presented her ample breasts perfectly, the creamy flesh spilling out of the delicate cups. Her waist nipped in at the right place, the curve of her hips and rear flowing out like a work of art. Stockings hugged her thick thighs, the laciness disappearing under the hem of the boy shorts, which clung to the plush roundness of her ass, and a pair of five-inch pumps that accentuated her calves and toned legs.

I stood in the doorway, mouth agape, taking in the sight before me. She was a goddess, a vision of femininity and beauty. A smile played on her lips as she noticed my gaze roaming over her body, drinking in every inch.

"Good afternoon," Sarah purred, running a hand down her side. "I went shopping today to try and feel sexy again. You like what you see, baby?" she asked, running a hand up between her breasts. "I did this for you. I wanted you to see how sexy I am, how desirable."

I swallowed hard; my throat suddenly dry. "Sarah, you look absolutely stunning.” I managed to get out. “That lingerie accentuates your gorgeous figure perfectly."

She turned slowly, giving me a full 360 view. The shorts rode up into the cleft of her ass, giving me a tantalizing peek at the smooth globes. I was rock-hard already.

"I'm so glad you approve. I've been thinking... maybe you could help me remember what it feels like to truly be wanted and satisfied." Her hand trailed down my chest. "Well, what are you waiting for? Come to me."

I didn't need to be told twice. Striding over, I pulled her against me, relishing the soft press of her curves. "I thought you'd never ask, beautiful. Allow me to worship this incredible body of yours."

Looking her in the eyes, I gathered her in my arms, cupping her face and bringing my lips to hers in a searing kiss. She melted against me, her plush body molding to the hard planes of mine.

My hands slid down to her ass, palming the cheeks and squeezing. Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips along her jaw and down her neck, burying my face in her cleavage. "I've wanted this for so long," I confessed, nuzzling into her soft flesh. "You drive me crazy."

She arched, pressing her breasts more firmly against my face. "Then take me; make love to me. I need to feel you."

In a flurry of movement, I swept her up in my arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Laying her down, I took a moment to just admire her, sprawled out like an offering. She was every man's fantasy come to life. I slowly peeled off her bra, kissing and caressing every inch of newly exposed skin. She writhed under my touch, gasping and mewling with pleasure.

Sarah was even more gorgeous unclothed, her figure an enticing mix of soft roundness and toned femininity. I took my time, trailing my mouth over her breasts, paying attention to her stiffened nipples. Lowering myself between her legs, I delicately pushed them apart and kissed my way up to her feet.

Starting at her ankles, I licked my way up her silk-clad legs, taking my time. At her inner thighs, I paused, trailing my fingertips along the sensitive skin. She shivered and sighed, parting her legs in wanton invitation.

I settled between them, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties. With a sharp tug, I pulled them down her legs, raising them to my nose, and sniffed before tossing them aside. Her scent hit me, and I groaned, “Fuck!” my cock throbbing.

Trailing kisses over her mound, I inhaled deeply. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much I want you?"

Before she could answer, I dipped my head, running my tongue over her slit. She cried out, fisting her hands in my hair. "Oh God, yes!"

I took my time, licking and kissing, savoring her flavor. When I slid my tongue inside her, she nearly came off the bed, thighs clamping around my head. I worked her higher, alternating between long licks over her clit and thrusting my tongue inside her dripping cunt.

As she neared her peak, I slipped two fingers inside, pumping in time with my licks. When her walls started to flutter, I doubled my efforts, wanting to feel her come apart for me.

With a scream of my name, she bucked against my mouth, gushing her release. Continuing to lick and stroke, I helped her ride out the waves until she collapsed back against the mattress, spent.

Crawling up her body, I settled between her spread legs, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. "Tell me you want me," I demanded, my voice a low growl. "Tell me to fuck this beautiful body of yours."

"Yes, please!" she keened, trying to lift her hips to take me inside. "I need you so bad, I'm aching for it."

When she was fully ready, I grabbed my cock and aimed it at her entrance. With a single hard thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in her slick, wet pussy. Sarah threw her head back and moaned wantonly as I filled and stretched her. "Oh my God, Jim, you feel so good!" I stilled, letting her adjust, savoring the feel of her snug walls gripping me like a vice.

Then I started to move inside her, my thick length dragging deliciously along her inner walls with each pump of my hips, long, deep strokes that had her seeing stars. She clutched me close, wrapping her legs around my waist as I took her with deep, powerful strokes. I angled my hips, making sure to hit that spot inside that makes her wild. Soon she was writhing beneath me, nails digging into my shoulders. The wet slap of flesh on flesh and our mingled cries of bliss filled the room.

"Harder," she panted. "Please, fuck me harder! I want to feel you for days." Gripping her hips, I complied, pistoning into her with abandon.

The bed frame slammed against the wall with the force of my thrusts. Her tits bounced with every snap of my hips, the sight driving me wild.

Sarah's hands roamed my back, her nails digging into my ass, pulling me into her as her pleasure built. "Harder!" she begged. "I'm so close, Jim!"

Hitching her knee higher on my hip for a better angle, I drove into her harder and faster, grunting with the effort. My balls slapped against her ass as I pistoned in and out of her clutching sheath.

"Cum for me, baby," I commanded, my abs tightening as I neared my own peak. "I want to feel you soak my cock."

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight. But I gritted my teeth, determined to make this last. Dipping my head, I captured a nipple between my teeth, biting down just shy of pain.

Sarah let out a keening wail, back bowing off the bed, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice as she exploded around me. Her cunt rippled along my cock, squeezing me as she came. The sensation triggered my own release, and I followed her over the edge, spilling myself inside her with a guttural groan, emptying every last drop, coating her walls.

We collapsed together; we both fought to catch our breath, our chests heaving, covered in a light sheen of sweat. She curled into me, throwing a thigh over my hips. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close and kissing her forehead.

"You're amazing, you know that? I'm so sorry your husband hasn't been appreciating you."

"Thank you," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my chest. "For seeing me, wanting me. For showing me I'm still sexy and desirable."

She smiled dreamily up at me. "Thank you for showing me how desired I am, Jim. I needed that reminder. No matter what my body looks like, I'm still a sexual woman."

I smiled back, pulling her in for a tender hug. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on," I told her sincerely. "I'm the luckiest man alive to be able to call you mine. And that is the truth. You're a goddess, inside and out. Never forget that."

She smiled, a cat that got the cream. "And I'm lucky to have a man that loves me for me, all of me. Inside and out."

We lay there for a long while, holding each other as our heart rates slowed. The world outside faded away—there was only us and this perfect moment of reconnection.

I never wanted to let her go.