The Second Chance

He looked down at the city lights from the upper story hotel window.

“It sure seemed so much easier 30 years ago.” he thought to himself, the nervousness kicking in once again.

It was his wedding night. His second. His first wife had died five years ago after a lengthy illness. Because of her sickness, their sex life had expired long before that. He guessed that he had not been intimate with a woman for at least seven, maybe eight years.

But then he met Denise and suddenly, the old urges returned. He never thought he would ever find again another woman that he would love so much or would love him so much back.

Denise was about his age, early 50s, and had never married. She had said there had been some relationships; but none ever took. He never really asked because he didn’t care. This was their time. The past was the past.

During their courtship of two years, they kissed, hugged and touched (a little). But they had agreed to wait to consummate until they were officially married Which was fine with him ….because he wasn’t sure if he could make love to a woman again or if he did, would it be satisfying to Denise? That is what worried him most of all; not being able to demonstrate his love to her.

He knew “the equipment” worked because he had relieved himself many times in the past few years. But doing it by yourself and doing it with a woman…well, those were  two entirely different situations.

“Hi there,” came the soft voice from behind him; the one that had stirred him from the very first time he had heard it.

He whirled around to find Denise there; standing at the bed, smiling at him. She wore an off-the-shoulders red nightgown, that flowed gently down her body and to the floor. The nightgown parted at her chest allowing for a tantalizing view of her cleavage. Her dark brown hair fell neatly to her shoulders.

“Do you like it?” she asked, sweeping her hands across the nightgown. “I have never worn anything like this before, but I wanted it to be special for you, for tonight.”

He walked over and took her hands into his and kissed them. “You look stunning,” he said. “Just like you did at the wedding and reception. It doesn’t matter what you wear. You are beautiful.”

The two looked into each other’s eyes; unsure of what to say or do next.  He noticed apprehension on his new wife’s face.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

Denise bit her lip, looked away and then looked back at him. Tears were forming at the edge of her eyes. “I am scared,” she said, her voice trembling.  “There is nobody else I want to share my body with than you. But it has been so long that I don’t know if I will be any good. I am afraid I will make mistakes. I want to be a good lover, but what if I am not?”

They wrapped ourselves into each other’s arms and he gently stroked her hair. “Guess what?” he asked. “That is the same worry I have. I know you will be more than good enough for me. What if I am not good enough for you?”

Denise leaned back in his arms so she could look at him. She smiled. “You may be giving me too much credit, but thank you. It is like we are virgins again; unsure of what to do.”

He placed her face in his hands and kissed her deeply and compassionately. “I am honored by the thought that you and I are virgins tonight for there is no one else I would want to give myself to for the first time,” he told  her. “We will teach each other. I want to be able to pleasure you, excite you and fill you. Making love to you is a blessing from God and one I will never take for granted.”

This time it was Denise’s turn to kiss him.

As they looked at each other, he slipped the nightgown off her shoulders and then off of her. He stepped back, looked at his wife for the first time unclothed, looking at her face, her shoulders, her breasts with the dark brown nipples, her love triangle covered by light brown curly hair, her legs, all of her. “So very, very beautiful,” he said looking at Denise. “You even look better with clothes off than on — and that is saying something.”

Denise let out an appreciative laugh. She walked closer to him and said, “May I?”

First came the shirt as Denise unbuttoned each button. When the shirt opened, she ran her hands across his chest, squeezing each nipple.  Her touch electrified his skin.  Denise took off his shirt and started with the pants. She carefully unbuckled his belt, unzipped his zipper and pulled down his pants.

Denise giggled at the selection of his underwear. “So you are a boxer guy instead of a briefs guy; that’s good to know. And you know what else is good about boxers? I can do this…” And she gently touched his penis, which was already erect and peeking through his shorts. A woman’s touch on his manhood sent shockwaves through his body; causing him to shudder.

He stepped out of his clothes and turned Denise around, wrapping her in his arms. As his rigid penis nestled against her rear end, his hands swept across her front. He kissed her neck, touched her breasts, softly pinched her nipples, and let his hands gently wander down her ribs and stomach, across her thighs and finally meeting at the center. Denise reached her head back to kiss him,.

Holding hands they went to bed together for the first time as a married couple. He helped Denise into bed first, lightly touching her back.  He followed her and they became intertwined as one. Using their hands and mouths, along with verbal and non-verbal signals, they began to explore  each other.

It was a time of discovery as they learned what pleasured their spouse the most. He began by putting Denise on her stomach and giving her a back massage, designed to rub out the last of the pre-wedding tension. He rubbed slowly, deeply and carefully, starting at the shoulders and working down her back, her butt and her legs. Denise sighed as his hands continued their work.

Her legs parted slightly, allowed him to move his hand underneath to her mound. As he planted small kisses on her back, his hand began to move underneath Denise, probing her entrance and gently touching her clitoris. The lower half of Denise’s body began to move as he continued to explore her triangle.

Gently turning Denise onto her back, her knees separated and bent, he ran his hands up her thighs and then again to the middle. Using his thumbs, he rubbed the outer edges of Denise’s opening. She became moist at his touch and a new lovely fragrance became evident as well. While on his knees, he  slid up to her and ran his penis up and down her slit, probing, but not entering. He kept moving upward, kissing her navel, her ribs, each breast and each nipple and then finally reaching her mouth when they kissed again passionately.

“Are you OK?,” he whispered, looking into her eyes.  “Am I doing anything that makes you uncomfortable?”

Denise wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled back at him. “For someone who hasn’t made done this for awhile, you certainly haven’t lost your touch.” She then put both hands on his back and said, “But now, it is my turn.”

As he watched her, Denise began to kiss chest and her fingernails traced a path up and down his spine.  She playfully sucked his nipples and began to lightly bite them. She placed her hands on his butt, squeezed it and then she started to slide down underneath him.

He no longer could see his new wife, but he could feel her. Her hands were busy rubbing his ribs, back, butt and legs. He felt Denise’s tongue glide its way down his chest. She stopped to kiss his belly button, she nibbled at the inside of his thighs and then she finally arrived at the ultimate destination.

Denise’s fingertips ran their way through his pubic hair. Then he felt Denise gently take hold of his penis, blow on it slightly and then put it in her mouth. With one hand, she stroked his shaft. Her other hand massaged his balls. As his groans grew louder, Denise circled her tongue around his penis head and used her tongue to lick the opening.

Just when he thought he was about to explode, Denise slid out from underneath him and the two again laid side-by-side, holding each other. She smiled and said, “Some night I am going to end what I started down there. But on this blessed night, I need you in me.”

He stroked her face with his hand. “Show me how.”

Denise rolled over onto her back and he followed, positioning himself between her legs. He moved closer to her love garden and guided his penis to her entrance. He push slowly thoroughly the opening, watching her eyes. He kept moving slowly, making sure he did nothing to hurt her. Denise gasped several times until he was fully and safely in her.

Coupled together for the first time, the two kissed, watching each other. “I love you,” he said. “As I do you,” she said. Denise arched her back and used her hands to squeeze his butt; a signal that she was ready.

He began slowly, watching her the entire time. His first few strokes went from the edge of her entrance, deep and then back again. He could feel her body start to tense and they held hands, fingers interlocked. His pace picked up and the breathing of both became more rapid. They moved in unison until she began to moan and grabbed his neck as the orgasm flooded over her. As Denise’s body tensed, so did his as he felt his penis convulse in her, releasing its contents and sending both over the physical edge together.

Afterwards, as they laid in each other’s arms and said a prayer of thanksgiving, for the first time since his first wife died, he began to cry. Silent tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. He had regained something he had thought was lost for ever — the love of a woman.

As he held Denise, he stroked her hair and whispered, “Thank

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Sexy Dessert

Sexy Dessert  – It hadn’t taken much convincing from her husband that tonight would be a good one to spend on the town. All it took was for him to flash his puppy dog expression and look up at her with those sparkling hazel green eyes, and she was hooked. Of course, he claimed the same was true in reverse. She put on a dress she knew he liked, and secretly smiled when she saw his face light up when he saw her. Why did that always seem so fun? It always seemed such a young lover’s game, but she loved what she was able to do to him.

Dressed in slacks, he strode toward her purposefully, his eyes meeting hers. His hands trembled as he drew her to him. The hard press of his arousal against her through his slacks was as constant as it was firm. He’d once expressed some embarrassment at it, but now she knew just how much of a token of his love it meant. His hands lightly caressed her lovely figure, down her back and sides, and over her hips.

“You look terrific, Hon,” he whispered. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

She looked up into his handsome face and met his approving gaze with her soft blue eyes. “Tell me again,” she whispered back with an intensity that matched his.

And he did. All in one motion he swooped her into his arms, physically carrying her to the car, all the while stumbling all over his tongue trying to express himself. She gave him her patient smile, and giggled at his efforts. She didn’t care what he said, but it was fun to watch him… and fun to tie up the poor man’s tongue so thoroughly like nobody else could.

“Okay – where are we going?” he asked, once he joined her on the driver’s side of the car. As if he had to ask. He knew her favorite was Chinese. It had been a long-standing joke. Her answer was always the same. Not waiting for her answer, he started the car and headed down the road to their favorite restaurant. It wasn’t like they had many options in the small town in which they lived anyway.

They both knew the restaurant proprietor Chang on a first name basis. Then again, they practically knew everyone in town that way. Chang smiled to see them come in, grabbed two menus, and led them to their favorite table in the back.

His princess now seated, he sat down opposite to her so as to admire her all the more. It took discipline to force themselves to address the menu first, but soon thereafter they were lost in each other. Chang chuckled softly to himself and shook his head. They were the happiest couple he’d ever known, even if they seemed as distracted as teenagers at times.

It would be long into the evening before either of them figured out that the meal had discretely come, and had somehow been consumed by both of them. Otherwise, they’d lost no time in the simple pleasures of talking about every little thing that came to mind. He adored her sweet face and expressions, and willingly drowned himself in the blue pools of her eyes. Her dress was modest for the most part, which fit her sweetness to a T. However, it showed just enough to rocket his senses and fuel his naughty fantasies. It stopped right at her knee, and he had to stop himself more than once during the evening from placing his hands on her whispery, smooth legs. The dress was perfectly fitted to her figure, and he relished with every spare moment, an admiring glance upon her beauty.

She waved a hand in front of his eyes and laughed at his dazed expression. “I’m sorry, Hon,” he smiled softly. “You—you’re just so sexy I can’t help myself.”

“Look who’s talking,” she smiled. “And I’m not the only one who noticed. Just look around.” She waved her hand nonchalantly.

Frowning, he casually shifted his gaze around the room. There wasn’t a single solitary other person in the place except the two of them. “Huh—” he started.

“Made you look,” she giggled. Reaching across she tousled his hair. “Let’s go home, Hon. I’m ready for dessert.”

‘Dessert indeed,’ he thought as he silently followed her out of the restaurant, his eyes absently admiring the sway of her hips. There had been few prayers he’d ever uttered since meeting her that he hadn’t thanked the Almighty for his Lisa. Her love was a sweet tonic and fulfillment to his life far beyond his wildest expectations. He was a lucky man!

She knew her husband was admiring her pretty curves from behind, and loved him all the more for it. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel so beautiful, precious, and cherished. She knew she was on his mind constantly and had heard from enough of her friends who relayed back to her the things he said about her in public. She was a lucky woman!

They paid for their meal and headed out to their car, her small hand in his. She could feel the calluses. Even though his hands felt rough on hers, she smiled with contentment, knowing how those calluses had gotten there. Those many years he had longed for the farm, and finally now they had been given a gracious opportunity with their best friends to do just that. It had given him new life and vigor, and she’d had to urge him not to work too hard. She didn’t know what exactly it was about driving a tractor, or whatever else it was that he did out there, that appealed to him, but if it made him happy, then she was happy.

“Where are you going, Sweetheart?” she finally asked, realizing that the car was not headed towards home.

“Wanna’ watch the sunset from Steptoe?” he asked.

“Sure!” she said happily, leaning over and holding his arm.

They followed the windy road around the butte and pulled out on a gravel viewpoint that looked towards the west. Already the sun seemed to hang like a bright reddish-orange bubble on the far away Cascade Mountains. A couple lawn chairs were forthcoming, much to Lisa’s surprise, and the two sat down to enjoy the last rays of the sun as it sank resolutely into the western sky.

He felt her small hands find his, her slender fingers intertwining. Neither of them said anything for a long time, even long moments after the sun had set, and the twilight began fading. The stars began to peep overhead as a soft breeze bathed their faces.

“Hon,” he finally broke the silence. She turned towards him and met his gaze. “That was pretty nice, but it’s still nothing compared to you.” He looked at her intently with a smile. Their faces leaned together, and her soft lips found his. Her tongue flickered out to meet his, as each enjoyed the moist sweetness of the other. Breathing deeply she inhaled his manly scent, her hand reaching out to touch his chest, even as his found her arms with trembling caress. She moved his hand to her breast, where he felt her heart beating contentedly. Lisa felt the sudden power of his need for her that was beyond words to describe.

“Let’s go home,” he murmured, breaking off their passionate kiss.

Upon reaching home, he scarcely let his sweetheart come out of the car on her own two feet before lifting her again into his arms to carry her into the house.

Upon reaching their bedroom, he gently placed her on her feet. She looked up at him with ponderous eyes, yearning for his touch, and sighing softly as she felt his hands at her shoulders. His hands fumbled softly as they reached behind her, the sound of her dress’s zipper seeming to echo in the room. His gentleness was something she admired, and she shivered with desire as the soft whisper of his hands found her smooth back.

He felt her hands running over his chest, expertly finding each button on his shirt. And then they were at his belt and pants, gently tugging them downward even as he worked her dress over her shoulders and arms.

Both were now breathing hard as they slipped free from their shoes. He looked up at her as she flashed a smile, her hands reaching to undo her bra. He practically winced with pleasure as she sighed contentedly, setting her breasts free to his gaze. Her chestnut colored nipples were immediately taut with desire as she ran her fingers over them. She met his gaze and then looked at her breasts, holding them in her hands. His gaze was so intense, she could practically feel it. Then she looked back at him and smiled, both of them slipping free from their underwear, finally naked.

She looked down at his throbbing manhood, which seemed to reach for the sky in his expression of desire for her, and then up to his admiring eyes which likewise took in her beauty. He watched her draw her hand deliciously between her legs, through her smooth folds and across the narrow landing strip of hair below her abdomen. Her baby soft vulva was pink with arousal. She moaned softly and reached for his penis, tenderly squeezing him in her hands, loving the effect it had on him. His hands found her breasts, enjoying their soft firmness. His lips found her nipples. She tossed her head back, her hair cascading down her back, and sighed contentedly, a hand finding the back of his head as he loved her. “Sweetheart, that feels so good,” she purred. A hand found her soft feminine folds. He loved the sharp intake of her breath, music to his ears.

He was such an awesome lover. Passion consumed her. Tossing her hair again, he felt its softness flit against his skin. Dropping to her knees, she hungrily looked up at him, his penis rubbing against her cheek. Desiring oneness with him, she kissed the tip of his manhood, laving her tongue over its smooth surface. Her flickering tongue found the tiny slit whence flowed his desire. His moans filled her ears as she accepted him into her lips, drawing him deeply into her mouth and surrounding him with warmth. The look of pleasurable agony on his face was priceless to her. With tenderness beyond expression she gently loved him with her mouth, rising and falling on him.

His world rocked with pleasure beyond description, he could scarcely believe his luck in being married to this gorgeous woman. He felt consumed in her mouth. And even as he accepted her love, he yearned to give in return, though it seemed so little in return. His hands smoothed across her shoulders and back, and played in her hair, even as his gaze met her eyes and watched her ravish him. The feeling of love and acceptance from her with this simple selfless act was humbling, and enough to move him to tears. And if she didn’t stop what she was doing, she was soon going to move him to something else.

“Honey!” he whispered hoarsely.

She heard him… but ‘didn’t’ hear him at the same time, and continued her loving mercilessly. Reaching between her creamy thighs, her soft fingers found her rose petal soft folds, pursing across her clitoris and sending rays of pleasure through her slender frame. She longed to feel him burst into her mouth, and to taste the warm spurts of his release, and to join him in shared bliss.

“Sweetheart!” he whispered again, this time a little louder.

She looked up at him, tenderly withdrawing her mouth across the tip of his penis, a trail of saliva following as if a bridge to her lips. “Okay, Sweety?”

The innocence in her eyes were powerful beyond description, and melted his heart. “Hon, I—”

“You can cum in my mouth,” she whispered. And then before he could say anything, she returned to him, sending shivers up his spine as he again sank into the lush warmth of her mouth. With her one hand caressing his testicles and the other finding sweet womanly pleasure, the agony of sweet pleasure was unbelievable for both of them.

She could tell he was getting close, and slowed her pace. He felt the telltale pulsations of pleasure radiating through his manhood, sharp stabs of pleasure, and then it abated. And then she continued moving, stopping just short as he reached his point of no return. He felt like he was being swallowed by her, all of him… and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

She looked up into his eyes again, which were fixed on hers. The love she saw written there had been constant ever since she’d first met him. She saw all of his hopes, his dreams, his tenderness, his vulnerabilities. His hands trembled at her face and on her forehead as he touched her soft hair. Shivering on her knees, powerful contractions of pleasure suddenly pursed through Lisa. Whether it was from the work of her own hand, or from the love she felt for her husband in her most intimate expression, or a combination of both, she’d never know.

She moaned around his penis, sending thousands of tiny pleasurable vibrations across her lover’s manhood. Her orgasm nearly always was an instant trigger for his, for he absolutely adored her pleasure. He cried out, thrusting himself in and out of her lips as pleasure-filled spasms nearly dropped him to his knees. As if drawing from a well beginning at his toes, white-hot pleasure exploded through him. Her mouth briefly opened as a moan escaped, and he watched his powerful streams of semen ejaculating into her warm mouth. Her lips closed around him again as she took him as deeply as she could, hungrily accepting his love offering as a sexy dessert.

He could feel her swallowing around him as she worked her mouth, each time flooding his emotions with acceptance and love. It was as if his entire soul and being had left his body for a moment to be joined with hers. His pulsations leaving him breathless and scarcely able to stand, he watched her withdraw from him, lingering on the tip of his penis as she literally savored every part of his release. Licking her lips she looked up at him with a satisfied expression on her face.

She was an utterly amazing lover, the missing piece to the puzzle of his life, without which he was not a complete man. She was everything to him, and he felt an involuntary tear stream down his cheek as he drew her to his feet and pulled her into his arms. How was it possible to ever truly express what she meant to him? As hard as he’d ever tried, he’d never been able to match her giving spirit. Her head fell against his chest and shoulder as he held her close to him, whispering words of thanks in her ears, even as he enjoyed the nearness of her lovely figure and soft skin against his.

The measured beats of his heart sounded softly in her ears. Who could explain the simple thrill of giving pleasure to the one you loved more than anyone else in the world? Next to him, she felt fullness, happiness, and contentment. She gently traced the tear with her finger and kissed it with her lips. She’d never seen his tears in public; it was something he shared only with her, an outlet of his heart’s expression.

“I love you,” she whispered, looking up at him.

He smiled broadly at her. “I love you, too,” he whispered back. “That was awesome sexy dessert!”

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Young Lovers

Young Lovers – My wife and I are newlyweds,  young lovers, and we had a wonderful honeymoon.  Every night we made love, and my wife – who has the most gorgeous body in the world – would wear some different type of lingerie.  However, she didn’t bring along all the different outfits she had received at her wedding showers.  She saved some of them for our time at home.

We had gotten back to our apartment and settled into the regular flow for a few days, and actually were so exhausted that we had gone two days without sex.  My wife was determined to change that.  It was a Friday night, and I took her out to dinner at our new favorite restaurant.  It was our first night out as husband and wife and I was so ecstatic.  She looked fantastic; very classy in her tight khaki shorts and maroon top.  I told her that she looked so fantastic I could barely concentrate on eating.  Giving her a wink, she winked back and said to me, “And you don’t even know what I have on underneath.”  She blushed, but we both knew what we were thinking now.

My hands were on her legs as soon as we sat down in the car.  She leaned over and kissed me so sexily I could barely stand it.  At the same time her hand ran up my leg as she pulled back and said, “This is just the beginning.”

She unzipped my pants and pulled apart the opening in my boxers, allowing my penis to pop up through the opening.  I started the car tentatively and she began to work my shaft up and down.  I could already feel myself welling up.  With one hand, I drove the car out of the parking lot and onto the country roads leading to our house; while the other clutched in pleasure at my wife’s shorts.

I was so close to losing it, I looked over at my wife and told her that she’d better stop or it would be over soon.  She smiled, pulled a Kleenex out of her purse, and went faster.  She pushed me right up over my threshold just as we were pulling into our driveway.  I apologized as she used the Kleenex to clean up, but she said, “Nothing to be sorry about, I told you it was just the beginning.”

We went inside and I sat down on the couch.  My wife came over and pulled off my shirt and pants.  “Hon, I can’t,” I began but she put her lips on mine to stifle the protest.  “I know,” she said, “but you might get something special while you wait!”

She backed away from the couch and began dancing.  Slowly, she spun her hips in circles and looped her hands under the maroon top and tossed it to the floor.  Next were the khaki shorts, slowly being unzipped.  Suddenly, she was dancing in some lingerie I had never seen before.  It was black and lacy, barely covering anything but the essentials.  Her breasts were popping up, begging to be released from the bra.

My wife came over and lay down on the couch next to me.  Her kisses were on my chest, then up to my lips.  My hands gravitated towards her breasts, but I knew that she went wild when I softly caressed her behind.  I did so as lightly as possible, and she rewarded me by increasing the passion of her kiss.

I turned her over onto her back, and had a whole look at her beauty.  Amazing, a gift indeed.  My hands softly grazed over her stomach and my lips followed, just nipping around her belly button and making her laugh.  Laughs that with a gasp turn into moans as I swiftly remove her black lace panties and replace them with my lips.

She is surprised; she expected the bra to go first.  Now she is throbbing, moaning, thrusting her hips up into me.  My fingers dance around the outside of her sweet love as my tongue runs back and forth.  She is rocking with the tension.  Two fingers slide inside, and my tongue is on her clitoris.  She runs fingers through my hair and pants rapidly as her climax comes quickly.  I continue to kiss but work my way up to her lovely breasts.

Removing the bra, I simply kiss around the outside of the breasts, right up between the sweet valley, waiting for her to come down from the first climax.  As she does, I slowly begin to kiss the nipple, taking it in my mouth and wrapping my tongue around it.  The moans begin again.

I am now hard again, having spent a good 25 minutes on preparing my wife.  With my hardness pressed against her leg, my wife notices and instinctively begins to open her legs to me.  My kisses hover over her breasts and then find her neck as my shaft hovers over her entrance of beauty.  As her kisses become more urgent I bury myself inside of her.

I start slowly but her hips are begging for faster.  She is very wet already from climaxing, and so I accept the invitation for a faster ride.  I slide quickly in and out, myself beginning to come to moans.  She is breathing much quicker now, soft moans muffled by her kisses on my neck.

Suddenly she can concentrate on nothing more.  She throws her head back with a gasp and a moan that warns of impending orgasm.  Her hips are moving with a mind of their own, legs shaking and toeing at my calf’s.  Her hands are begging, grabbing at my buttocks, pulling me into her over and over again.  Her inconsistent heavy breathing is so sexy, it nearly puts me over the top.

I lean down to kiss her but she is gone, now breathing in heavy long moans that tell me of her orgasm.  She is tired, happy, and her hips are slowing down.  She knows I’m not finished but the pace was so frantic she could not keep it up.  Slower now I build toward the edge.

She begins her moaning again, probably faking a bit because she knows it drives me crazy, but I don’t even need it.  I’m now coming in a hurry, and she can feel it as my breath get much quicker along with my strokes.  She wraps her arms around me as I collapse in orgasm.

“And we haven’t even made it to the bed yet,” she smiles and winks… We are young lovers cherishing each other and this time of our life. We went to bed laying in each others arms contented in our love.

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The Energy of Love

I had been through a very long and trying day and all I wanted was a quick supper and a relaxing evening on the couch listening to music to help me unwind.  Knowing that my wife would be in school gave me the perfect opportunity to unwind in that manner. I came in the door about 7:00 p.m. went straight to the kitchen to heat a TV. Dinner, ate it, turned on the stereo and hit the couch. I was somewhat startled when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walk into the room. I turned my head and saw my wife walking toward me. She noticed my surprise and filled in the blanks by explaining that her class had been canceled. She had been in the basement reading and hadn’t heard me come in (at least that is what she said).

When she knelt before me, I explained my plans and the kind of day I had. She is a great listener and telling her seemed to help me forget all my troubles. Still being tired I told her I would just like to stay on the couch and relax a while. She said okay, but that she would like to help. I knew that meant making love and I told her I just didn’t have the energy for anything beyond just laying here (meaning by myself). She told me that I would not be required to do anything at all for what she had planned. She had been kneeling beside me but now stood up and let the ratty old housecoat she was wearing fall to the floor to reveal a very sexy negligee, that complimented her svelte frame and left little to the imagination. As she again knelt beside me the nipple of her breast brushed my arm and I felt something like a small electric charge run up my arm to my shoulder.

She told me just to lay back and relax, not wanting to disobey and not having the energy to do anything else, I complied. She gently began to unbuckle my belt and unsnap my pants and then ease my zipper down. Then with one very fluid motion she reached in and began to caress my penis through my underwear. She continued by unbuttoning my shirt and ran her soft hands from my belly to my chest and back again stopping only to tease my nipples and finger the hair on my chest. ON her way back down she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my underwear and slipped them down to expose my penis which she very gently began to kiss.

As tired as I was, I would have to have been dead not to respond to her loving touches and kisses. I felt more than a small electrical charge now. I felt a warming fire began deep within me which showed itself in the growing flesh of my manhood which she continued to kiss and fondle. When she took it in her mouth what was a warming fire began to burn hotter and hotter and her love began to energize me as only her love can. I reached down took hold of her head to guide her mouth up to mine. We engaged in a passionate and deep kiss that melted any feelings of tension away. I pulled her on top of me and while continuing our kiss began to run my hand up and down her body wanting to feel every inch I could. Suddenly she stopped and remarked that I didn’t seem so tired anymore.

She was right! My wife had awakened a passion in me that only she can. I responded by saying that she was very observant. Since the couch was small and kind of cramped I suggested we retire to the bedroom to which she quickly agreed. As she led me through the bedroom door she stopped and turned making me stop. She then began to finish undressing me, first pulling off my shirt and then by easing by pants down and off. On her way back up she gave my penis another quick kiss and then kissed me all the way back up to my lips. While in that loving embrace I slipped the straps of her negligee off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then with her still pressed against me I reached down and began to stroke her through the thong panties she was wearing. I could feel the moist warmth of her vulva through the material. Wanting it off of her I knelt down an pulled it to the floor.

On my way back up I repaid her kisses to my penis with a couple to her pubic triangle. I then began to work my way up massaging and kissing her breasts noticing that her nipples had responded nicely to my touch. We stood there holding each other and kissing, feeling the warmth of our bodies one against the other. We fell onto the bed and laying side by side began to explore the joy our bodies as we fondled, massaged and kissed every part we could. Soon, I could bear it no longer, I rolled to my back and pulled her on top of me. She began to rock and grind her vulva on my penis. By this time we were both pretty wet and my penis easily slid into her vagina giving my body a tremendous electrical charge.

She sat back and continued her movements and almost immediately climaxed. I felt her entire body tense as she threw back her head a let out a tremendous scream of delight. Without breaking rhythm and without pulling my penis out I rolled her to her back and began thrusting in and out. Before I had completed to cycles in and out I was the one letting out the scream of delight. My whole body seemed at once to be one flaming comet of love as I felt my love cream explode deep inside her. Then the most wonderful feeling of contentment and relaxation came over us both as we rolled back to our sides still in  our marital embrace and fell asleep. All of which goes to prove that love carries its own energy and there is more to relaxing than just vegetating on the couch.

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Oral Sex -Perfect Timing

Oral Sex – I phoned my wife to tell her I could be over to pick her up to go for a walk in about fifteen minutes, and she said that that would be just fine.  When I got to the door and rang the doorbell, I thought it was a little curious why it took her so long to greet me.  When she did open it, she was wearing a housecoat, obviously just out of the shower, or so I thought.  She invited me in and I gave her a hug and a kiss when she forced her tongue basically down my throat – Oral sex was beginning.

Next she was stroking my already erect manhood through my pants.  I untied her robe to feel her large breasts and see if her nipples were erect, when to my surprise, she had on the sexiest nitie I have ever seen, complete with stockings and garters.  No sooner did I mention this to her when she slid my pants down and pulled my erect penis out and started to suck me. Oral sex was getting hotter.  She knows how much I love to have this happen to me, and watching her lips, and breasts really turns me on.  I am not that “large” of a man, seven and a half inches, but she can ram my whole penis down her throat, and it doesn’t even gag her.  The feeling or oral sex is tremendous.

I felt myself starting to come and I told her I wanted her to sit on my face.  I lay down on the floor and she straddled my face and I commenced to run my tongue up and around anything and everything. I love giving her oral sex! This is when I really love watching her breasts bounce and heave.  While I am going to town with my tongue and mouth, I can also fondle and play with her breasts and nipples.  We headed up to the bedroom, when she got out the KY jelly and the “human clone”.  I got her all lubed up with KY and she started to masturbate with the vibrator all the while playing with her clitoris.

I just had to get my tongue involved in this and she held onto my head, guiding me, and I tongued and flicked her clitoris.  While all of this is happening, I place my finger gently on her rose bud and carefully massage her there.  When she does climax, it feels so cool.  I can tell when everything is happening, and also the magnitude of her orgasm.  She really likes it when I do that too!!  After she climaxed and relaxed for a few minutes, she said it was my turn, and what would I like.  I said surprise me.  She had me lay on my back and she started from my forehead and started kissing me down my face to my lips.

Then she started kissing my neck, and sucking my nipples.  While she was doing this she was stroking my erect member, which was hard as rebar.  She made her way down my chest, kissing and nibbling, to my stomach, and then pay dirt, she started giving my a blow-job.  Next thing, she stopped sucking and continued to mount me.  She played for a while, slowly riding up and down on my member all the while kissing me.

Then she would sit up on it and move her hips back and forth.  I grabbed her hips and pushed her hard down onto me and moved her back and forth as hard as I could.  This continued on for a little while, and she could tell I was really getting myself ready to go over the edge.  I was really getting into this.  I was watching her breasts bounce, and the sweat was really starting to pour from both of us.  She was telling me she could feel how hard I am, and I told her it is all for her, and how well she can receive it.

She could tell I was getting close, and I was getting ready to orgasm and at the very next stroke, she jumped of my large, wet, erect penis and placed it down her throat, and she swallowed every last love drop.  Not a beat was missed.  She had it timed absolutely perfect.  This blew my mind.  Not only all of this, but she continued to suck me until I was completely spent and soft.

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Honeymoon Morning – A Beautiful Morning

Honeymoon Morning – Our honeymoon night was amazing, Nathan was amazing. I never thought I could get through that night. I woke up on my honeymoon morning with light kisses on my neck making me moan. I woke up and Nathan was smiling at me.

I smiled back and he continued on kissing my neck, but he was on my sweet spot.”Nathan…stop.” I said.

”Why?” he asked looking at me.

”Because I can’t get over the fact that you’re mine.” I said.

”Well, let me—-” I interrupted him, ”No, let me make love to you my way.”

”You’re sure?” he asked.

”Yeah.” I said.

Nathan lay down and I went on top of him and started kissing his lips. I kissed him passionately. Then I started kissing his neck searching for his sweet spot.

When I found it he let out a soft moan. I kissed him slowly, teasing him on his neck slowly.

“Kayla…I love you.” he said between sighs.

I looked in his eyes, ”I love you,too.” I said.

I unbuttoned his shirt and kiseds his chest at the same time. I hate the thought of oral sex,  but I wanted him to feel good. So I unbuttoned his pants and took his pants and boxers off. I licked the tip of his penis. He let out a moan, ”Kayla…you don’t have to….do this,” he said between moans.

I looked at Nate. “I want you to feel good,” I said. Then I gave him an orgasm. I went on top of him as he sat up and made out with him. I kissed his neck, but Nathan also wanted to make someone feel good.

He kissed my neck slowly on my sweet spot.’ ‘Nathan, I am…..supposed….to make……you feel good,” I said during my rapid breathing. He didn’t listen, he put me on my back and took my clothes off. Then he licked my pussy, I knew he was teasing me, and I couldn’t help having an orgasm with just how slow he was licking me.

Nathan stopped and started kissing me. He looked in my eyes, ”Let me make love to you.” he said.

”I want to make love to you, too.” I said.

”You are just by being my wife, by breathing, and being everything to me. You’re everything.” he said.

I let a tear escape at his tender words. Nathan grabbed a condom and went inside me. Nate took his time going in every inch inside me. I moaned. I looked in Nathan’s eyes as he was looking into mine. “I love you.” he said. It made the love better. ”I love you, too.” I said. We kissed, and I kissed Nathan’s neck. Nathan grabbed my hand and started kissing me, and I let the moans out.

We made love four about 5 hours. I can’t believe it was that long. What a honeymoon morning!

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Sexy Tryst

Sexy Tryst -My wife and I have friends that own a home/cabin that we all go stay at occasionally. The sleeping area is unique in that it is a screened in back porch with cedar walls. It’s right next to a river and smells fantastic on cool summer nights. What makes it even more interesting is that everyone has to sleep on the back porch so no fooling around…

Our first night there my wife and I were sleeping with me spooning her. Despite there being multiple families there we still all slept with our spouses. Like usual I felt myself getting hard and lightly pressed myself against my wife. She immediately pressed back arched her back so my penis would rest between her legs. Intrigued I quietly reached around and stroked her leg … she pressed harder.

My penis was rock hard and she quietly and lightly pressed up against and began to grind on it. I reached my hand around at this point and slid my fingers down her silk panties and felt her. She was soaking wet and I slid my middle finger down into her like a fish hook pressing against her g-spot. Her hips wiggled coaxing me deeper and she reached behind grabbed my penis and pulled as if begging for it. I quietly and gently slid off her shorts being sure to not make any noise and pressed my penis up to her lips. She slightly elevated her leg and I slid in her pussy as slow as I could handle.

Her whole body was shaking and I slid slowly, slowly and repetitively. I would pull out, let it touch her for a sec and then slowly press it back in. I could feel every part of her pussy. I deliberately and slowly made love to her. There are certainly times when thrusting hard and fast is amazing, but slowly and deeply fucking my wife is the best to me. Her orgasm built rapidly, but because of the pace released slow and deep. Her body clinched and shook and she poured cum everywhere. My penis was soaked and I pressed up as deep and hard as I could go and released into her. She rolled over and faced me and kissed me with her tongue and groaned deeply. Two huge orgasms, no sound, perfect. Wow, what a sexy tryst.

The following morning we went for a walk on the river. We reached a slightly hidden spot and she turned to me and said, “Last night drove me wild, I need to fuck again… now.” After our previous great night of elusive sex we headed out  the following morning for a walk along the river. My wife and I agreed the night before felt amazing. My wife gently added that she was still wet just thinking about it.. “I know this is not me and this might sound vulgar but I need to fuck… Now. ” at that point we were crossing a shallow part of the river and when she said those words we hurried over to the other side. Slightly hidden by some large rocks and some trees that jutted out from the far rock wall, we immediately began to kiss deeply and passionately. She looked at me and said,  “Really I am not joking.. Please!”

At this I pushed her over a rock bent over, yanked down her shorts and starting licking her vagina from behind. She started immediately moaning loudly and begged for my penis. She was soaking wet and I slid it in with ease and started thrusting rapidly. You could hear our bodies slapping together hard and her moaning turned more short and rapid.

Almost as soon as we started she went once and then again. Her orgasms were both hard and powerful to the point I could see them and feel them as she clinched on my penis. After her second she turned to face me and we heard someone by the water. Quietly we continued to make love holding each other close. With deep kisses we both eased into the deep portion of water still hidden on the far side of the rock. By his time we were both naked and we ended our morning walk shaking in each others arms in the cool water. Her breasts were wet and gorgeous and bounced nicely as we finished making love. That night we made love again spooning in our bed on the porch.

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Hot Christian Wife

Hot Christian Wife – All day long my mind had wandered as I anticipated the evening planned by my hot Christian wife.  That morning I knew she was feeling frisky, she masturbated while I was in the shower. When I entered our room, she rubbed her scent off her fingers under my nose.  After arriving at the office she texted me a picture of her cleavage.  She also mentioned that she had made reservations at a local seafood restaurant.

The day dragged on until 5:30 that evening when I heard a knock on the door to my office.  “Come in”. I said.  My hot Christian wife stepped through the door in a flowing turquoise dress and white high heels.  Glancing down, I noticed her red painted toe-nails through her sheer white pantyhose.  As she closed the door and leaned close I caught a whiff of her Obsession perfume.  “Know what I want?” she whispered teasingly.  I could feel my love shaft engorging with blood as she lightly caressed the bulge growing beneath my suit pants.  “Let me guess.” I responded with a whisper.  “Oh,” she said glancing at her watch, “the reservations are for six o’clock, we better go.

At dinner, the waiter served succulent lobsters with hot butter to dip them in.  She had dropped several hints throughout the evening that tonight was going to be very special.  Little did I know how special.  As we sipped the last of the wine, she slid her hand across the table.  She removed her hand to reveal a small plastic object with the number 161 stamped across it and a key attached.  I got the hint.  I almost ran off the road on the way to the motel.  As we drove, I peered across to feast my eyes on her shapely legs.

Noticing me admiring her legs, she reached down and began to hike up her skirt.   She raised her skirt until I could see that she was wearing white garters and sheer lace panties.  Beneath the lace I could see the silky brown hairs of her pubic mound.  She licked her finger and slowly slid her hand beneath her panties.  I watched as one finger disappeared between her bright pink lips.  Instinctively, my hand reached for my throbbing penis.  I was now fully erect and I could feel my love shaft straining against the silky bikini underwear.

As soon as we reached the motel, I fumbled for the key.  On the bed I raised my wife’s skirt and slowly removed her panties until her beautiful mound was fully exposed.  As I began to gently fondle her outer lips with my left hand, she unsnapped her bra releasing her supple breasts.  I began to suck her left nipple while she softly rolled her right nipple between her thumb and index finger.  She opened her legs wider inviting my fingers to explore her now very wet love spot.  As I inserted two fingers she let out a soft moan.  I continued to suck and lick her nipple as I slowly began to thrust my fingers in and out of her velvety love spot.  “Want to try something new?” she whispered. “Exactly what did you have in mind?” I answered. Barely audibly, she asked, “Want to watch me play with myself?” My pulse raced as she retrieved the small overnight bag from the night table beside the bed.  She reached in and pulled out a dark tan dildo.  As I slid my fingers from her vagina, she guided the dildo between her love spot lips.

It was so big; I didn’t think she could accommodate the massive shaft.  With her right hand she began rubbing the head of the dildo up and down from her vagina to her sweet hole.  My erection was rock hard as I watched the head disappear between the soft folds of her love spot lips.  She then grabbed my shaft and began stroking me as she inserted up to half of the phallus inside her.  I could smell the sweet pungent odor of her womanhood as I leaned over and began licking the soft brown hair at the upper end of her mound.  I felt my balls becoming tight with anticipation as the pressure mounted.  My wife began to whimper as she gingerly pushed until the entire length of the dildo was inside her. As I began to caress her vagina with my tongue she began thrusting faster and stroking my love shaft faster at the same time.  With increasing pressure from my tongue, she began to arch her back.

I could tell she was close.  She tightened her grip on my love shaft and stroked furiously as her hips began to convulse uncontrollably.  As I watched her experience the first of several intense orgasms, I could no longer contain the pressure, which had built up, inside my balls. The sticky white love cream surged in waves from my love shaft and across her belly as we came together.  Satiated, I lay beside her and explored her mouth with my tongue.  Completely exhausted, we went to bed early.  When we awoke the next morning, we had a repeat performance before breakfast.  We have been married for 15 years now. I have enjoyed the adventures of a hot Christian wife.

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A Love To Remember

My sister Rebecca was arranged to marry my crush. Nathan seemed happy and that’s when I knew he didn’t like me. I was heart broken.

They were sitting in the living room to have dinner, and I was serving them. I grabbed two wine glasses and served them wine first. Nathan kept watching me, but I didn’t pay him any attention at all. I went back in the kitchen and grabbed the cake for them. I set it on the table and accidentally knocked over the wine glasses.

”Kayla, you’re so clumsy.” Rebecca said.

”I’m sorry.” I said running to my room. Everything felt like it was awful in my life. I heard a knock at my door.

”Go away.”I said.

The door opened and I felt someone sit on the bed by me. I felt someone’s arms around my waist and someone kissed my neck. I got up and turned around, it was Nathan.

”Sorry, I wanted to see if you were okay,” he said.

”I’m fine, you can go.” I said.

Instead of leaving, Nathan leaned over and kissed me. When he let go he asked me to marry him.

I said that we couldn’t, but in the end we did get married. I already told the story of my honeymoon and the next day. Click Here to Read


I went in the kitchen to see Nathan leaning over the table.

”Nathan,are you okay?” I asked him.

He looked at me and smiled. That crooked smile melts me away with how his brow arches up, and how his golden brown eyes light up when he smiles.

I went over and kissed him.

Nathan kissed my neck making me moan.

”Nathan,we can’t keep having se—” but he interrupted me. ”We make love, Kayla.” he corrected me.

He kissed my neck again and I moaned as he made it to my sweet spot.

I felt Nathan’s hand near my butt. I kissed his lips and he picked me up and carried me to the room.

”I love you.” I said.

”I love you.” he said.

”I’m glad that I waited till marriage.” I said.

”Me too, it makse it more….” He was looking for the right words, ”……interesting.”

I smiled. Nathan took off my clothes slowly. Nathan grabbed a condom and put it on. He entered me slowly and slowly inch by inch. We took our time enjoying each moment of passion and sensuality together…

”You remember when you first kissed me?” I asked a few hours later.

”Yeah.” he said with his crooked smile. ”You remember when I used to drink lots of tea?”

I laughed. ”Yeah, that’s because you’re British and African American.”

We both laughed and kissed the rest of the day.

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Father’s Day

It was Father’s Day and I was ready to do a big-time guy thing. Nothing.

Wife Tina and our two-year-old son had promised to take me out for dinner later and that was good enough for me. We would enjoy the day, we would stay home, and I would do what I wanted. Like sleeping late. Which I was doing now.

Or I was until the bedroom door burst open and here came the son, followed by the dog, followed by Tina bearing breakfast. “Happy Father’s Day” they yelled, presenting me with breakfast. So we sat there, sharing the breakfast. Tina, always thinking ahead, had made enough for the entire family (plus the dog).

“So, what else you want to do today?” said Tina as she washed the dishes after the family breakfast in bed.  I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzled my face in her brunette hair and kissed her neck.  “I have you, him and even the dog. What more could I want?”

Tina leaned back into me. One of her hands swept slowly up my leg and the other pushed my hand down past her stomach to her center. “Oh, you never know what might happen,” she said.

It was early afternoon on Father’s Day and it seemed like a good time to take a nap. After all, it was Father’s Day. So I snuck upstairs with my current favorite book and turned on the baseball game. I figured I would be napping in no time.

Until the door opened again and this time only Tina walked in. Wearing nothing.

“So,” she said grinning, walking seductively towards the bed, breasts moving slightly and nipples erect, the afternoon sun shining off her neatly trimmed love triangle, “he is taking his afternoon nap and the house is quiet.  Do you want to watch a ballgame or maybe play ball with me?”

I turned off the game and put the book away. “I am all for participation sports,” I said as Tina approached the bed, standing next to it. As she leaned down to rub the growing bulge in my shorts, I peppered her private entrance and inner thighs with short kisses. A quick swipe of my tongue on her opening produced a gasp from her and a taste of her love juices for me.

Tina quickly rolled onto the bed and helped me undress. First she helped me sit up so she could take off my T-shirt, kissing my nipples as she did. Then Tina gently pushed me back onto the bed and kneeled between my legs. Lifting me slightly, she slowly and tantalizing pulled down my gym shorts and tossed them aside. With a grin on her face, she used her left  hand to rub the hard middle of my briefs. As I rolled her nipples in my fingers, Tina put her forefinger deep into her entrance, let it stay there for a moment and then withdrew it. She then put her wet finger to my lips so I could again suck on her sweetness. Which I did, greedily.

I lifted myself up again and Tina, using both hands again slowly removed my final article of clothing. Tina looked at my full erection, took it into her hand and laughed. “Happy Father’s Day to me!” she giggled, leaning down and thrusting it fully into her mouth. I started to moan and run my fingers through her beautiful hair as I heard the familiar popping sound as she moved her head up and down my shaft.

Just before reaching the edge, I pulled Tina up to me and we laid side-by-side; legs and arms wrapped around each other. We kissed deeply and passionately; our tongues exploring each other.

When we came up for air, I looked at this beautiful woman. “A good day has just turned into a great day,” I said, kissing her nose. Tina smiled, kissing me on my nose.

“Well, I wanted to do this for you,” she whispered. “But I thought making love now was a good omen because of what happened two years ago on Father’s Day. You remember don’t you?”

I could never forget that Father’s Day, my final one before I can became a Dad. Tina and I had been trying to have a baby and on that day, we spent the afternoon making love. We think that was the day our son was conceived, who was born nine months. later. Our secret nickname for him was FDG (Father’s Day Gift).

Tina continue to speak. “You know we have been trying to conceive another child; but we haven’t had any luck. I thought we would go back to a proven formula…the afternoon of Father’s Day.” She kissed me again. “There is nothing I want more in this world than to have another one of your children. There is no other man in this world than you that I want to be the father of my children.”

Tears came to the eyes of both of us. I rolled her over on her back and kissed her for what seemed to be hours. Then I looked down at her and whispered, “And there is no other woman than you that I want for the mother of my children.”

Our lovemaking has always been passionate. But on this afternoon, it was even more so because with God’s help, we were trying to make a baby.  Our lovemaking was active and sensual as we stroked, kissed, probed, massaged and teased. I made sure her juices were overflowing. Tina made sure my erection was hard and strong.

When we reached that point that we could no longer bear it, Tina whispered to me: “Remember two years ago, how you made love to me that day?” she said looking deep into my eyes. “Please do that again.”

I did. I kissed her one final time and then rolled her gently on to her back. I positioned myself between her legs and move forward. I placed her legs on top of my shoulders to provide deeper penetration I supported myself by my hands and arms. Tina used her right hand to guided me into her ready and eager opening. We both sighed as I easily and fully slid into her chamber.

After such a long period of foreplay, we both knew it wouldn’t take long for either of us. We kept our eyes on each other as I started to move back-and-forth. I could feel Tina start to tense up almost immediately. I felt my love stream moving up my shaft to the top.

Tina put her hands on my back, encouraging me to keep moving. “I love you so much,” she whispered, looking up at me. “Please make me a mother again.”

My rhythmic thrusting quicken.  Tina arched her back and tilted her head up. Her hands slid down to my arms and her grip tighten as her orgasm began. As she cried out, I could hold out no longer. My head jerked up as I reached the same point. “I love you, Tina; I love you so very much,” I whispered to her as I kept thrusting until the end.

We hung onto each other until I slipped out of her. We knew we didn’t have much time until our son awoke from his nap, but we laid there together for as long as we could.

Before she left our bed, Tina reached out and kissed me again. “Thank you,” she said, again with tears filling her eyes. “Happy Father’s Day and God willing, the best Father’s Day gift may still be to come.”

And as she always is, Tina was right.  About nine months later, she delivered to us a beautiful baby girl.

We call her FDG II.

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Sensual Homecoming

I am a 48 year old Christian woman. I have been married to my wonderful husband for 29 years. We have three wonderful children, one son age 15, one daughter age 20 ( engaged) and one daughter age 24.

One summer four years ago, my husband Ben, our son and myself went to visit my parents in Tennessee. My mother is a lively 67 and former school teacher. My daddy is a cigar smoking, beer drinking former mill worker. He is 73 and loves to work his garden. My mom is a devout Catholic and devoted wife. My daddy unfortunately does not go to church. I pray for him daily.

My name is Gina. I am a hair stylist by trade, but am currently a stay at home wife and mother. My husband Ben is employed by an off shore drilling firm. He started working offshore at 19 and has worked his way up to an office job that pays really well.

Anyway, it was good to see my parents again. I hate to admit it, but it had been almost 3 years since I had last seen them. I do have one younger brother who lives in Wisconsin. Haven’t seen him in nearly 6 years. We keep in touch by phone. My brother is not a Christian.

Ben and I settled in what used to be my old room, while our son stayed in my brother’s old room at the other end of the house.

We visited with my parents until my daddy decided he was going to bed.He always goes to bed at 7:30 like clock work! Rarely have I seen my dad stay up any later than that except on special occasions. When daddy went to bed, mom wasn’t far behind him. It was always like that. He believed that when he went to bed, his wife should go with him. This often meant bedtime for my brother and I as well.

Ben, my son and I stayed up till around 10 or so watching TV. When Ben headed for bed, I finished putting the dishes away. I went to bed leaving our son up with the agreement he would be up no later than 11:30.

After a relaxing hot bath, I dried off, slipped on my light blue gown and walked across the hall to our bedroom and gently shut the door. Ben was in bed looking at an outdoor hunting magazine clad only in a pair of boxers. He normally sleeps in the nude, but agreed to wear boxers at my request since we were staying at my parents house.

I brushed my hair and Ben and I said a prayer together as we always do before turning out the light. We then kissed and clicked off the bedside lamp.

It was shortly after that, that Ben hugged up next to me and kissed my neck, then his hand slipped into my gown and caressed my right breast. I had my back to him and could feel his cock hardening as he pressed it against my ass. He whispered into my ear that he needed me.

It had been a good four days since we last made love and to be honest he was getting to me. My pussy was wet! However, we were at my parents’ house and I felt uneasy about having sex with my parents right across the hall.

“Baby, not here! We will be home in a couple days. Can’t you wait till then?” I asked.

“Come on baby! I need you so bad!” he replied as he attempted to raise my gown before I stopped him.

I turned over and kissed him, then said, “Baby please don’t! Mom and dad are right across the hall! They might hear us!” I get kinda vocal during sex, especially when I cum.

He turned on his back in disappointment, his cock sticking out through his boxers in all it’s glory. ” Well, will you at least suck me?” He asked.

I smiled at him and kissed him gently on the lips then turned on the beside lamp. I got out of bed and took a package of Kleenex from my purse. As I turned to get in bed, I noticed that Ben had slipped off his boxers and lay nude, his dick fully erect.

I took some Kleenex from the package and got back in bed. “Hon, I have an idea! Why don’t you go ahead and jack yourself off tonight, then tomorrow you and I will sneak away and get a hotel room tomorrow!” I said sexually. (Sorry but it is what I told him).

“No! I wanna make love to my wife! If I wanted to jerk off I would have done it in the shower!” he stated.

It became obvious to me that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. I looked into his eyes and we kissed deeply. “I love you so much!” I whispered.

“I love you too, baby!” he said softly as his hands groped my ass pushing my gown up.

“Okay, but on the floor!” I said getting out of bed and slipping off my gown I stood nude before him.

He smiled as he got out of bed and gazed at my nude form, his hard cock bounced as he walked over to me. “You are so beautiful!” He said with a broad smile.

“You are so good to me, the Lord blessed me when you came into my life!” I replied as I got down on my hands and knees so he could take me doggy style.

He stopped in front of me and said, “Kiss me! Kiss my cock!”

I got up on my knees and gently kissed the head of his cock, then got back down.

He walked behind me and ran a hand over my ass. “Such a nice ass!” I heard him say right before he slipped his dick into me. I gasped as he pushed deep into me. I groaned as he began to hump me in hard deep strokes.

“Oh yesss! Baby, fuck me!” I panted. And fuck me he did. He was pumping me hard and I was getting close to orgasm. Ben was huffing, puffing and grunting and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.

“Oh baby!” I panted as I felt my orgasm approaching. “Oh, I’m gonna cum! Oh, baby!” I panted then grabbed the quilt and stuffed a corner in my mouth to stifle my scream as I shuddered in orgasm. Moments later I felt Ben cum deep inside me.

Now that was what I call a sensual homecoming!

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Cabin Repair 1

Wondering why she hadn’t learned her lesson the first time she rode up this awful road, Marie felt nauseous as she stepped out of Stan’s pickup truck. “Honestly Stan, I feel like throwing up.” Wishing she had Lisa with her to commiserate with, she headed for the cabin pronto, hoping to keep her breakfast down.

“I’m sorry, Hon.” And he was, too. One of these days he needed to bring the cat back in here to smooth the road out. A road grader would be even better. The bumps and curves in the roads combined with the smell of fuel and dust in his truck only made things worse. Sighing softly and wishing she didn’t become car sick so easily, he began the task of moving their things to the cabin, hoping for the best.

By the time she reappeared, looking much better, he had the pickup unloaded. It hadn’t taken much to coax her to come along with him to the cabin, but he felt bad for it. Maybe the roof repair he had in mind was critical, but the very next thing just had to be the road. Maybe that’s why their friends hadn’t come along? Nah, it probably wasn’t that, but they’d miss them. But come to think of it, Melissa was supposedly ‘busy’ this weekend, too, and wasn’t able to make it. He chuckled to himself. Yes, the road needed to be made a priority, or they wouldn’t get any of their friends to come back there with them, which would be a shame, because it was a lovely spot, and he had big plans for it. “Feeling better?” he asked.

She nodded her head, smiling as his eyes fell immediately to her stunning legs. She’d changed into what she called her ‘daisy duke’ shorts, and they were unmistakably flattering in all the ways she’d intended.

He grinned appreciatively.

Marie’s husband was not a man of many words, but she saw all she needed to know in his eyes. He was her Prince Charming, and all man—hers! He was the one person, aside from maybe her cousin who she grew up with, that she felt completely at home with, who accepted her for what she was, and didn’t ever try to make her something she was not. Some of her friends called her ‘naughty,’ and that was okay. Marie knew it was true, and that was all the more reason why she appreciated this handsome, reserved man. He made her feel good to be exactly how she was, good, bad, or otherwise. And tonight she was going to knock his block off!

“Well, I’d best get up there and get it done. Roofs don’t repair themselves,” he chuckled.

“Kay,” she said, giving him a seductive smile that all but reached into his pants. “I’m gonna’ get some sun.”

Leaning the ladder against the eaves of the cabin, Stan climbed upward with his tool belt. He’d first noticed the leak next to the chimney and thought he’d start there. Sure enough, there it was. The limb must have come down in a storm, and come down hard at that, because it was still sticking out of the roof in a clean puncture. After appraising the situation, he returned to the ground to gather the materials he needed.

Hearing her lover outside whistling while he worked, Marie grinned at herself in the floor length mirror. Completely naked, she briefly looked at herself with the saucy confidence which was her nature. Whether it was wrong to think so or not, she happened to love the body God had placed her in. It was flattering when heads turned when she entered a room, but more than that, she loved the joy it brought to her when sharing it with her husband, and what he had awakened within her that very first night of passion they had shared. The ‘poor’ man would have been content with just once, but he had not known just what had been started. It had been one of the few times she ever blushed, when she was the one who approached him for the second round. With a little patience, he had been more than ready to oblige… so many memories. Pulling on a white bikini, she fit it over her lovely shape, appraised herself one last time, and then went outside.

He was on the roof again when she came out, and he whistled to her softly. Hearing him, she turned around and looked up at him. “Hey, big boy,” she called. “Have any time to repair me?”

As if she needed repairing. His grin broadened, and he removed his hat, doing a bow from the roof… then catching himself as he slipped.

“Watch out, big boy,” she laughed. “I don’t know how to repair you if you fall off the roof!” With that she walked over the lush green grass to the edge of the lake. Her feet padding out on the small boat dock that her cousin and husband had constructed on a different weekend, she cleanly dove off the end into the water. It felt like ice at first, but as she swam around, she became used to it, looking back at her ‘hard’ working husband as he attacked the roof with gusto.

And he was hard, too, which was a distraction to his work. He certainly enjoyed the skimpy swimsuits she liked to wear, but more than that, he loved her confidence, which was infectious. Trying not to make the roof worse, the sound of his buzz saw’s piercing cry filled the air as he cut out the section to replace. Sawdust blew upward into his face in thousands of little shards as he cut out a clean section of roof.

Returning to the dock after her swim, Marie spread out her blanket on the warm boards, and reached for her tanning lotion. Reaching behind her, she untied her bikini top and put it to her side, setting free her glorious breasts to enjoy the sunlight’s kiss. Her body already naturally bronzed, it was probably not necessary to ever tan at all, but she loved it for relaxation… and for the reaction she knew she’d provoke in the man on the roof… just so long as he didn’t fall off and hurt himself! She slathered tanning lotion over her body until she gleamed in the light.

It had the desired effect. Stan looked down at his lover with pent up need ready to explode. It wasn’t ‘fair’ that she could do this to him so simply, but it was true. Maybe that darn ol’ roof should just fix itself, while he went down and addressed matters that were much more important. Doing his best to focus on the job at hand, he pounded in a brace under the roof to hold the new board he was putting in place. “Ouch!”

She heard him yelp, and looked up. The poor man must have hit the wrong ‘nail.’ Well then, he’d just have to practice his aim a little, that was all. The thought gave her a smirk, though she hoped he hadn’t completely flattened it.

Dang bust it! Sucking his thumb like a two year old, Stan pulled it out of his mouth and examined the damage. His thumbnail now was a lovely shade of purple. ‘That’s your fault,’ he mouthed the words while looking over at his tantalizing bride. He’d never say the words out loud, though he knew that she’d probably agree with him… and then laugh!  Well, what else was a man supposed to do when a gorgeous woman took her top off anyhow? Not look? It wasn’t possible, and she was surely taking advantage of his sensibilities. And then his deep chuckles overtook him. ‘Pay attention, old man,’ he told himself, and settled back to his task, though still observing her out of the corner of his eye.

She heard him chuckling on the roof and wondered what he was thinking. Lying flat on her back, she looked down at herself, admiring the rise of her breasts, and the swollen nipples which pointed upward to the heavens. The sun felt wonderful as it caressed her skin, and she was glad for the freedom to do it. While he would probably object to her doing it on a public beach, he didn’t mind when she did it in private, or with their closest friends.

Grinning with the memory, she remembered when she and Lisa had completely derailed the conversation of their husbands. They’d been talking about the farm on the deck behind their house, or some such nonsense, while their wives enjoyed the sun. She still remembered the sharp intake of breath as they both ceased talking at the same time when they suddenly realized what the girls were up to. It had taken them awhile to find their voices again, too… and then to try to pretend as if they didn’t notice. It had been hard not to laugh at the poor pups! Lightly flickering her fingertips over her nipples, she sighed with contentment, feeling alive with joy. The little butterflies of pent-up need fluttered through her tummy, and she shivered.

She looked up to the roof once more, deliberately touching herself, and wondering if her husband was noticing. He hadn’t. In fact, his back was to her now. The cad! She wondered if he’d done it on purpose just to get some work done, and grinned.

Stanley had done just that, as a matter of fact, and he was making progress, too. The new boards in place, he descended the roof and picked up the tar paper and composite roofing materials. The sounds of his banging hammer again filled the air as he tapped the materials into place, and fixed a leak that had been a thorn in his side.

The interior would be Marie’s to fix. And come to think of it, how come she wasn’t inside fixing the stain damage made by the water that leaked in, rather than lying out here and… Stan looked out at her again and grimaced, suddenly not caring what she did inside the house. Her face was filled with happiness as he watched her hands flicker over her breasts and press lightly over her tummy, slippery with the oil in her fingers. Picking up his tools, he descended the roof for the last time, and put things away.

Striding across the yard to the boat dock, his clomping boots suddenly sounded loud on the dock boardwalk. She looked up at him, squinting her eyes in the sunlight. “All done?” she asked. He nodded, and simply watched as her hands gently felt over the luscious contours of her breasts. She looked up at him. He looked so sexy standing there in his work clothes.

“Want to make love outside?” Her voice was soft, and the look she gave him seemed to reach inside him and grab him by the heart… well, maybe not his ‘heart’ at the moment, it was by something else, but close enough.

“Yeah, I do,” his deep voice rumbled. “And don’t blame me if you get slivers in your butt from the dock. You’ve been provoking me all afternoon.”

“Oh, Stanley!” her laughter pealed into the air. She felt his hands at her waist, and lifted her legs so he could tug off the rest of her bikini. “Me? Provoke you?”

Stanley heard her only peripherally, his eyes mesmerized with her beauty, the narrow strip of pubic hair seeming to mark the pathway for his eyes to follow to the supreme softness of her femininity, which had been waxed to perfection. She opened her creamy thighs, purring pleasantly with his hot gaze. “All yours, lover!” He met her eyes briefly, which met his gaze solidly in return. He didn’t have to wonder which of them was hornier.

And then with a smirk, and purposefully butchering a famously uttered line from a Navy captain, Marie giggled, “Damn the slivers. Full speed ahead!”

Laughing himself nearly hoarse, and listening to his mirth reverberating from the surrounding hills, Stanley shrugged out of his work clothes, leaving them in a heap on the dock until he was as nude as she. His rock hard penis bobbed in front of him, as if leading the way.

“Oh, gosh, honey, you look great!” Marie’s soft voice spurred him on.

Gently kneeling between her legs on the hard boards of the dock, he felt her soft fingers gently guide him into her. He tenderly opened her smooth legs, kissing her foot and enjoying the touch of her soft skin against him. Both watched breathlessly, as he gently parted her soft folds, and became one with a woman who meshed perfectly with his soul. He felt enormous, and powerful inside her, and she loved taking every single part of him into her, and the unspeakable closeness it gave them. He groaned with sweet pleasure, which filled her with satisfaction and acceptance.

Pushing to a stop, Stanley leaned over her, trying to catch his breath, knowing already he wouldn’t last long enough. He never seemed to last long enough for his own liking, though it had never mattered, because he’d never been the one who needed to slow down! He smoothed a hand over her forehead as she arched her breasts against his chest.

“Oh, golly, Stanley, I—” Marie’s voice loosed, her high pitched cries coming in gasps as she writhed beneath him, seeming to pull him into her like an all-consuming vortex. He felt her legs clasp around his back as he looked into her eyes, which seemed to stare right through him as if immersed in another world. His own throaty cries tearing loose, he thrust incoherently within her, and both forgot about any slivers.

She felt him moving within, loving the supreme sensation of his body filling hers, and withdrawing, and then surging forward again. She cried again as he found his joy in her, continuing his wild thrusts even as the warm spurts of his semen departed him to become part of her as he collapsed over her softness.

The silence that followed seemed almost deafening, and both had almost blushed at the sound of their desire echoing off the surrounding hills. The sound of a buzzing bee zipped overhead, and the soft breeze whipped up little ripples of the lake as it caressed the dock. They’d both been wrong – it wasn’t the slivers at all that were the problem. It was the darn boards of the dock which felt as hard as a rock. Mercifully he withdrew from her so she could sit up.

“Wow!” she breathed, flashing him a smile. Drawing a finger tip through her vulva, she brought it to her lips and tasted their mutual passion. “Tastes good, lover.”

Sitting next to her a groaning Stanley appraised his cherry-red knees. It hurt like the dickens, but it had been worth it.

Picking up their clothes, they walked to the house together.

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Cabin Repair 2

“I’m hungry,” Stanley announced. “I’ve fixed the roof, and fixed—”

“Oh no, lover, you haven’t done near enough work to fix me yet.”

“Well, I’m going to need something to keep up my strength.”

“So you shall,” Marie giggled.

She wasn’t the cook that her best friend, Lisa, was, but she’d brought along enough treats to keep him satisfied. Dressing again in her daisy duke shorts, she helped him get the grill ready for a few hamburgers. And it seemed to do the trick. Stan was in a jovial mood, having completed at least the task for which he came. She even tricked him into helping her clean up the dishes, which was a rarity!

Sitting down and picking up a magazine, Marie left for a moment, returning in an off-white, gauzy lingerie set. It made him put down the magazine in a heartbeat! “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Is grass green?” he asked dumbly, admiring what he could see through the flimsy material.

“I thought you would,” Marie giggled. “I borrowed it from Lisa. I don’t know where she found this one, but she knows how to pick them!” And then her voice softened, “Are you ready to go again, lover?” He smiled up at her in loving acceptance. “Come undress me.”

Standing up, he shrugged free from his clothes, and approached her as she sat down seductively on the edge of a desk. Reaching behind her, he looked into her sparkling brown eyes, which were filled with mischievous delight, and gently unsnapped her top. Tenderly peeling it off of her, he set her breasts free to his gaze once again. Subconsciously he sniffed her top, stopping when she giggled.

“You sniff everything, don’t you!”

“I can’t help it,” Stan mumbled. It was true. He did sniff everything – clothes, books, the upholstery his new pickup, even the tool belt she’d given him for the Christmas before.

“Does it smell like Lisa?”

He sniffed at it again. Come to think of it, it did, as he caught the distinctive scent of her perfume. He looked over at her and nodded. Unable to wait for him, Marie stepped out of the tight briefs and twirled them on her finger. “Gonna’ sniff these, too?” she asked with a saucy grin. The idea of her wearing her best friend’s lingerie was a turn-on to him, and she loved pushing his buttons.

“I’ve got much more important things to ‘sniff,’” Stanley mumbled, standing to hold her at the waist. She sat back on the desk and looked up at him, her long brunette hair fluttering behind her back as her head tossed in unspoken invitation. Drawing his face to her warm breasts as she arched them beautifully upward, he felt surrounded by her beauty, especially when he felt the whispery softness of her legs clasp around his waist. Attempting to support her, his hands found her smooth back, loving the touch of every part of her soft skin. He felt the same raw hunger that he’d always felt with her, something intoxicating to his soul that kept him coming back for more and more as an addiction of the best kind. Had he not felt such fulfillment with her, the feelings that washed over him with her frankly would have scared him.

Happy-go-lucky self-sufficient Stan. That’s how it had always been or seemed, until he met Marie, when he made the disconcerting discovery as to just how much he truly needed another human being’s love and affection in his heart. It had hit him like ton of bricks. “Don’t be too quick to fall in love,” his father had warned with a wink, his final advice before sending his son off to school. But what did his father know anyhow?

The first he had seen Marie, she was aimlessly wandering around one of the numerous school parking lots at the university. He was walking along minding his own business when he saw her out of the corner of his eye. He could only see her from the waist up, one hand clutching a cell phone to her ear, and the other gesturing furiously as she talked animatedly with someone. She walked here, she walked there, she walked everywhere around the parking lot as if she had not a single care in the world except what was being spoken into her ear. He later teased her that she looked like she was breathing fire. Utterly fascinated, he stopped dead in his tracks and simply watched her, mesmerized by her antics, and knew he was a ‘goner.’

He later learned she was having an argument with her cousin. It had been utter nonsense, though he didn’t dare tell her so at the time. It was her typical response when she was on the losing end of something, which was to pour on more bluster… and he strangely found it very sexy to watch, all the more so when he felt irresistibly drawn to her. Finally feeling strength return to his legs, he’d moved from his position into the parking lot as she snapped her phone together with a flourish. She stood there, her brown eyes flaming with life amid a flushed face, hands on her hips as if defying this calm approaching stranger to disagree with her. He also saw something more, his own body traitorously turning against him at a critical juncture. Just what he needed at a time like this! He’d long wondered if mini-skirts should be outlawed on account of the ‘distraction factor,’ but growling under his breath, he now wondered if hemlines merely one inch above the knee should also be banished as well. Or was it two inches? He didn’t know, because her face commanded his attention, and his gaze had sharply whipped to hers as she spoke to him for the first time. Even still, he hadn’t forgotten those gorgeous, bronzed legs.

“Stanley, what are you laughing about now?” His whiskers tickled her breasts, as did his rumbling chuckles.

“Ah, it’s nothing, Babe.” Wincing, he felt her draw him closer to her with her legs, those same beautiful legs he still loved from the first moment he’d seen her.

“You’re a horrible liar,” she mused. “But you know what, I really don’t care.” Drawing him closer, she felt his warm manhood tickle along her narrow landing strip. Drawing his face up so she could look him in the eye, she smiled. “Do you know how to use that thing, or did you miss the sign that said ‘insert here?’”

“I think I missed the sign, Hon. You didn’t exactly tattoo directions down there.”

“Well—”

“But I don’t think that’s what you need right now,” he cut her off.  Being stronger than she, he gently broke the clasp of her legs, drawing a trail of kisses from her chin across her breasts, and then downward over her flat stomach, swirling a tongue in her belly button before continuing lower. He felt her hands tangling in his hair as he continued his journey, his lips nuzzling against the soft bristles of her pubic hair before continuing lower. Stopping, he simply sat on his knees, and admired her, remembering again their first meeting in the parking lot, when he’d instantly wondered where those pretty legs ended. He’d immediately rebuked himself for the thought at the time, but he knew the answer now… and it was a most lovely place.

Leaning in, he kissed her smooth vulva, her scent familiar, and immediately comforting. The small gesture immediately registered with her as she tossed her hair and looked down at him, a crooked smile on her face. “Why do we always choose to make love on hard objects, Stanley?” she drawled, her voice thick with arousal.

“Don’t know, Babe,” he chuckled, realizing anew that he was also kneeling in front of a desk. Heck – it was where she chose to sit down, wasn’t it? Leaning in, his lips found her again, his tongue flickering out to capture the special taste that was her, and to experience the joy of opening her passion.

Driven nearly to madness with the moist thrust of his tongue in her soft cleft, she arched her back again and nearly cried. In many ways it didn’t even seem right to experience such happiness. She thought of her co-workers and those she met every day at the hospital where she worked. Broken lives, broken homes, broken marriages. And here she had this awesome man who had been brave enough to approach her when she’d had some stupid argument with her—. All thought stopped as she felt his tongue flicker across her clitoris. Goosebumps and flashes of heat seemed to radiate through her simultaneously as she looked down at him again. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he loved her with his mouth. And this time she did cry out, looking at the ceiling once again as lights burst through her head, her legs coming up to surround his head against her.

It was all he could do to hold on, as she writhed in flushed passion, her high-pitched cries a long-cherished crescendo to their lovemaking. It was a supreme pleasure to tip her over the edge, and he felt the same fascination wash over him anew at simply being a part of this glorious woman’s life. Every sound and movement she made was familiar to him, and yet it seemed new all over again. His tongue continued its swirling, loving path around, over, and through her beauty, her cries reducing to contented whimpers, until she cried again with the crushing waves of pleasure that consumed her soul. Her moist fluids warmed his lips and cheeks as he drank deeply from the cistern of her pleasure. Her capacity for desire and pleasure had always amazed him, for though he was hopelessly unable to ever match it with his own, the joy he found in simply being there to experience it with her was inexpressible.

Losing strength in her arms to continue holding herself upright, Marie felt herself falling backwards onto the desk, even as her lover kept himself close in rapturous embrace with her passion. She felt his strong arms catch her in the nick of time, as everything seemed hazy, her vision blurred from what he did to her. All at once she was next to his chest, cradled in his arms as he carried her to their bedroom. The contrasting softness of their bed on her bum after the hard press of the desk was a welcome relief, as was the sheltering warmth of his arms, soothing voice, and simple presence. She would never have enough of the pure ecstasy she felt with this man! Maybe she wasn’t the sweet person that her best friend Lisa was, but it made her love him all the more, that he appreciated her for who she was.

On her back, and still delirious with the glowing aftershocks of pleasure that shimmied through her body, she felt him gently open her legs, and then pure warmth as she felt him slip into her, joining her in blissful oneness. He stretched her arms above her head, and tenderly overlaid her form with his, pressing her into the softness of the bed. And then he simply rested, his weight pleasant on hers, his face nuzzled against her ear as two hearts beat as one. There generally wasn’t a thing in the world that ever intimidated or scared Marie, but at the moment, she treasured the feelings of being loved, protected, and cherished. She wouldn’t have minded if he found his own pleasure, though she was too exhausted at the moment to join him, but it wasn’t what he sought, for now wanting only closeness with her as she rested.

Marie’s exhaustion was only temporary at best, as Stanley soon discovered, as her frisky tongue flickered in his ear. “You going to plow me into the bed, or just lie there, you big hunk?”

“Hmm?” Stanley’s voice rumbled in her ear. The very sound of her oft-times naughty voice made him pulsate with pleasure. He heard her giggle as she felt him twitch within her.

Instinctively looking upward, Marie saw only the ceiling boards and groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see you in the mirror. I like watching your cute butt wiggle when you’re inside me.”

Stanley had no idea what his butt looked like in the mirror, and frankly didn’t care. That being said, the mirrors had been a terrific investment to their bedroom, even if it did raise a few eyebrows amongst some of their friends. But he didn’t care what they thought, either. All he knew was it had been great fun.

“You know what I wish I could have right now?” she whispered.

“What’s that, Babe?”

“Oh, Stanley… if you had a twin, I… I think I’d want you both.”

“Two gorillas at the same time, eh?” Stan quipped.

“Oh no, lover,” Marie shushed. “Two gorgeous men… I’d watch in the mirror…”

“What would you see?” He always enjoyed her whispered fantasies. It was simply part of who she was, something that made her glow with excitement. Truth be told, her vivid imagination always turned him on, too.

Their faces were together now, and he peered into her sparkling brown eyes. “Would you like to see that, Stanley?” she asked, her voice husky and seductive. “To watch two of you… one splitting me open…” She squeezed him again, making him shiver with pleasure. “And the other thrusting in my mouth.” Now he felt her shiver beneath him.

Her voice whispered on, curiously arousing him to the point he felt beside himself. He had absolutely no intention of ever sharing his Marie, but dog gone-it if there wasn’t something about her voice and the way she told it that made him harder than a baseball bat! She was strong, too. In a moment of not paying attention, Stanley suddenly realized that she was now on top of him, undulating her hips as she rode him. Her breasts swung gently above him, full and lovely, and he sighed happily as she gently lowered them to his face.

“I think you like that, don’t you lover?” Smiling as he nodded dumbly, she tenderly withdrew the length of his burgeoning manhood. Softly kissing his cheek, she whispered, “I want you in my mouth.” Kneeling between his outstretched legs, she looked down at him admiringly while tying up her hair. Taking him in both hands she blew lightly on him. She looked at her fists, each gripping him one over the other, and the mauve tip of his penis’ crown which stood proudly above. “Golly, Stan – you are huge!” Lowering her pretty face and looking up at him while he watched, she kissed the weeping slit in his crown, tasting his sticky juices and her own, a sweet cocktail of desire that fueled her passion all the more.

He watched his manhood disappear inside her lips into the welcoming, wet, warmth of her mouth as she swirled her tongue around him. He felt her smooth skin against his thighs, the softness of her breasts and legs. In back of her bobbing head, her pretty bum was raised high into the air. He suddenly wished he could indeed be in both places at once, enjoying the sweet pleasure of her mouth, and thrusting into her from behind.

As if reading his mind and wanting to give him a peek, she turned herself on the bed, straddling him, backing her femininity into his face and again taking him in her mouth. Her spectacular breasts felt like a cushion of softness on his belly, the rigid tips of her nipples lightly tickling against him. His tongue flickered out to taste her once more, and she quivered on top of him, pressing her smooth thighs against his rugged face.

Holding him tightly at his base, she looked down at his magnificent penis, which seemed to wink back up at her, even while he gave her excruciating pleasure from behind, his tongue flickering all over her femininity and into other places that drove her wild with excitement. Sighing softly, she took him once more, relaxing her throat as he passed deeply into her. She smiled at the effect it had on him, and could feel his ragged breaths against her vulva as he gasped in sheer delight. She loved doing that to him! Bobbing her head up and down the entire length, she nearly made him mad.

“B-babe!” he finally gasped.

Raising her pretty face from him once more, she stared down at her handiwork. He was nearly purple and throbbing with anticipation. “Or, maybe what you need, lover,” she paused, blowing lightly on his swollen length. “Is a threesome… with my best friend!” Quickly taking him again, she swallowed him deeply as a long, throaty moan left his lips, reverberating through her body against her soft skin.

Involuntarily gripping her hips and holding her to him, he moaned and cried against her soft vulva even as she felt the rhythmic contractions of his penis, and the pulsating spurts of his semen finding refuge in her tummy. His mind suddenly flooded with the kaleidoscope of her erotic imagery, he thrashed on the bed, trying to hold onto her slender body as she stuck to him, her own erotic desires culminating with his in shared ecstasy. He felt her muffled moan around his swollen length, and then her ecstatic cries of fulfillment again as she finally released him, holding him against her as he painted her cheek with the last throbbing pulsations of his desire. He felt each quiver and shake of her slender body full length on his, even the gentle squeeze and release of her hand at the base of his manhood as she enjoyed the passions that consumed her completely, or so it seemed, until he lifted her to new heights with the touch of his tongue once more. He loved the gentle thrust of her bum against him involuntarily, as if seeking to place herself even closer to his love. He loved the tickle of her narrow strip of pubic hair on his chin, and the taste of her complete feminine joy as she attempted to pour herself into his mouth. His gentle caresses on her back, bum, and legs, sent little, chilling shoots of pleasure through her that seemed to propel and accentuate the rest of the pleasure he gave her throughout her entire body.

Long moments later they rested together, her slender frame still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure. Lifting her head, she looked down to still see her hand clasped about his penis, and smiled. Moistening her lips, she tenderly encircled his now softening crown in her lips, her tongue flickering out to taste the creamy remnants of his release. “Tired of the view, Stan?” Her voice sounded soft, though loud, in the room. She heard his muffled response, and twitched with the flicker of his tongue. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” she giggled, gently falling to the side of him. Keeping one smooth leg over his chest, she looked up at the ceiling. “I think we need to invest in a mirror out here.” Pleased to hear his answering chuckles, she sat up beside him. “I better get you some juice.”

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