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I wasn’t shocked when my boyfriend proposed to me. We were on holidays overseas and just finished hiking a small mountain. At the very top he dropped down on one knee and presented the prettiest little ring I had ever seen. The rest of the holiday we were in engagement bliss and we fucked like crazy in our Airbnb. Our sex life is amazing, we have great communication and are desperate to please each other.

My fiance loves assjobs, which isn’t surprising since I’m very bottom heavy. My favourite on the other hand is passionate missionary, where he would hold me close as he pounded me. It was a great holiday but like all holidays it had to come to an end.

Once we came home, the engagement bliss was shattered immediately. While it was fun to show off my new rock, we were constantly hit with a thousand questions; when’s the wedding? What’s your budget? Who’s invited? Are you gonna invite so and so? You better not invite so and so, he gets too drunk and starts ranting.

It was exhausting but then someone said a opinion which hurt me; are you gonna fix your acne?

For context, since puberty I struggled with acne. I used cleansers, creams, face masks and pills to deal with it. Now as an adult I was able to control my acne through a healthy lifestyle and diet. But I guess to others it wasn’t good enough. It was gonna be my big day so I decided I wanted to commit to clear skin. I went to the doctor and was prescribed a strong anti-acne pill.

A few weeks went past and I didn’t really see any effect. Life was becoming super stressful as I had to juggle full time work, house life and planning for the wedding. Every weekend I would visit venues with my fiance. I felt like I had no time for myself and no time for my partner.

About two months after he proposed he brought up that we haven’t had sex since the holiday. I blew up at him and unloaded a ton of pent up anger. I was furious that all he could think about was getting his dick wet while I planned our wedding. Over the next few weeks, I realised that my sex drive was completely gone. Even when my body wanted my fiance, I wasn’t in the right mindset.

About six months after the proposal, my emotions were in chaos. I was stressed at all times, everything my fiance did pissed me off and nothing was going my way. I was riding an emotional rollercoaster every day flipping from rage to sadness to depression back to fury. Even the fucking acne pills weren’t working so I stopped taking them.

About two weeks later, my mental state did a one hundred and eighty degree turn. There were still issues but now I could at all times see a clear solution. It felt like I finally got off the emotional rollercoaster and could finally see things rationally. I was more patient and more empathetic and I felt like my usual self returned.

What I realised was that the acne pills messed with my hormones and my emotions. Worst of all they killed my sex life. I knew I had to make it up to my fiance, this poor guy who tolerated me when I was at my worse. I decided I would treat him to something special.

The next Saturday was a gorgeous warm day so I suggested we ditch wedding planning and go to the beach. So we went to the beach and I stripped down to reveal my new bikini. A black micro bikini which was a fraction wider than a g-string. It looked really good on my big donk and my fiance was shocked.

“Oh my God baby, what are those?”

“Do you like them?” I teased.

“Everyone can see your ass!”

“Take a look around baby, it’s what’s in fashion”

Sure enough there were a ton of other beach babes wearing similar thong bikinis. It was truly the summer of the miniki.

“Besides you’re the only one who gets to touch it” I joked.

“I don’t remember the last time I did” my fiance muttered under his breath.

I laid down on my towel and asked; “Can you oil me up please?”.

I waved a bottle of tanning oil and slowly wiggled my ass from side to side so he got the message where to rub the oil.

He grabbed the bottle very quickly. Like a true gentleman he started with my ankles and worked his way up. He drizzled the oil along my calves and then my hamstrings before finally arriving at the final destination. The oil dripped across my pale ass and then his manly hands went to work as he spread the oil very thoroughly.

“Okay that’s enough, thank you” I said as his hands started to linger a little too long for being in public.

We actually had a great time at the beach. We sunbaked and swam in the ocean. At the end of the day I got some lovely tan lines on my bum.

Once we got home, my fiance went straight to the shower to wash off the sea salt.

“Excuse me, can I come in?” I asked

“Sure baby”

So I hopped in and did a quick twirl to get my body wet. I started washing my titties when my fiance asked:

“Can I soap you up?”

“Of course my love”

He pumped body wash onto both of his hands and went to town on my booty. He kneeled down and ran his hands all over my backside, jiggling my bum right in front of his face. Then he let the water wash away the soapy bubbles. At this point his cock was at full attention so it was time to apologise for being a bitch for the last few months.

“Whoops I dropped something” I exclaimed, spun around and then bent over. I pushed back against his hips and buried his hard dick between my plump ass cheeks.

“Oh fuckkk” he moaned as I started to slowly wiggle side to side. I felt his cock pulse with excitement. There was nothing more he loved than getting a slippery assjob. I lifted my chest up and he grabbed my hips to keep me stable. He pulled me closer so I pushed my fat ass against his throbbing cock.

“Water sucks as lube, you should grab the baby oil” I suggested and he immediately popped out of the shower. A few seconds he came back with a little bottle. I put both of my hands on the shower wall and presented my gorgeous booty for him. He unleashed the whole bottle of oil all over my ass and then slid his cock around, as he spread the oil.

“Shake that ass babe” he moaned and I happily complied. I twerked on his cock for a few minutes, with every ass clap water and oil flew all over my fiance’s body. He was in heaven. As I gyrated my wide hips on his dick, I could see the enormous smile on his face.

I started grinding harder and harder, squeezing my ass against him as hard as I could. Then I started grinding faster and faster, moving my ass from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the top.

“Oh myyyy, oh fuckkkk I’m gonna cummm!” He exclaimed.

“Cum on my fat ass baby, give me that fucking nut” I moaned, slightly aggressively as I grabbed his oily cock. I gave him a few pumps and felt him erupt all over my ass. He shot load after load and I could feel it as it sprayed across my bum.

“Ohhhh man, okay wow” my fiance moaned in ecstasy.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch baby” I apologised and cuddled up to him. “My acne meds were messing with my emotions but I feel better now off them. Do you forgive me?”

“Of course I forgive you baby. I always knew you weren’t acting yourself.” He replied as he spanked my bum softly.

We showered together and he helped wash the mess off my body. Afterwards we hopped on the bed and talked for a few hours. He unloaded a lot of emotional pain onto me and I did so too. Eventually we talked it all out and we were both happy.

“So if now, before we’re even married, I’m getting oily assjobs in the shower. What do I get once we get married?” My fiance joked.

“Oh baby, you have no idea. Just you wait until the honeymoon”

NSFW: yes

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