Chapter 1
My wife and I decided on a second honeymoon. .
I mean, we had to do something. Things were getting just too nuts around the house.
I had saved up enough to take a long time away and to go far away. I hadn't taken my paid vacation for the past two years.
I'm a cop.
I like my work, and for a while there, I was thinking I was married to my job, not to my wife. Which, when you got a wife like mine, is a damn crazy thing to think.
The only thing that kept us from packing the bags and heading straight to Las Vegas was that we'd have to leave our son Calvin to his own devices, alone in our house.
Calvin is eighteen, and when you're at that age, "your own devices" seem to have a lot to do with those things you can't touch when your parents are around. like for instance booze and dope and girls. Not necessarily in that order of importance.
Then me and Jane (that's the wife) got so desperate to get away, that we finally came up with an idea.
Jane has this sister, Chloe. Lives in Chicago with her rich husband (a jerk, by the way) in this penthouse.
I been to that penthouse only twice. Both times I felt like I was in the Presidential Suite at the Sheraton-Ritz.
The place is fucking incredible. And big. We figured we could leave Calvin there for a couple weeks, and if he didn't get along with them, he could just hide in his part of the apartment and not be seen the whole time he was there.
I'm-not exaggerating. That place has so many rooms, they could probably put up every single one of their relations and still have rooms left to rent out to friends who were just passing through.
So Jane gets up the nerve to ask Chloe if maybe she'll take Calvin off our hands for a couple weeks.
Chloe snaps at the chance, quicker than a piranha snapping at a guppie. Says she hasn't seen Cal for four years, and she'd like to see how he'd grown, see what he looked like now that he was a real young man.
Well, we said hip hip hooray to all that, and we were making our plans to go two seconds after Jane put down the phone from talking to Chloe.
I was a little bit worried about sending Cal over to Chloe's.
It's hard to say exactly why.
I guess because Chloe is ... a little ... I guess you could say the word is kinky.
Yeah, kinky is definitely the word.
But, Jane's her sister, and I got to admit, Jane's a little kinky herself. Guess I wouldn't love her so much if she wasn't.
So maybe you're wondering why a couple, just your average everyday couple after eighteen years of marriage suddenly get this burning urge for a second honeymoon.
The answer is: I don't know.
I can only tell you the crazy thing that happened one day when I came home from work.
What happened was, Jane was setting the table for dinner, and we were waiting for Cal to get home from basketball practice and ... and ... well, somehow we ended up fucking right there on the kitchen table.
And what's really strange is that for the last ten years, our screwing has been strictly in bed if at all.
You know how it is after you been married a while.
That crazy excitement you get kinda just ebbs after you been together for so long.
But, I don't know. They say sometimes there's just sort of a "come back" for some couples, and after a lot of years of sticking it out through some pretty rough times, they find they kinda like each other after all.
And that's what happened to us.
Now that Cal is pretty much raised another year and he'll probably be leaving home for good, living at college, and then sooner or later finding a wife of his own, buying a house and we have a lot of money saved up, the rough years are pretty much over for Jane and me.
And now we can just sit back and relax and realize that those years we spent together we pretty damn good after all.
like I say, the realization hit me kinda suddenly one day when I got home from work.
I came in the kitchen, and Jane had gotten this new haircut.
Her hair came down to her shoulders, and it was nice and curly all down the sides of her face.
She looked sexier than hell. Sexier than even Farrah Fawcett-Majors, even.
She was at the sink, peeling a carrot.
She turned around to say "hi" to me, and suddenly, she just took my breath away.
My wife got hitched to me when she was eighteen, so that makes her thirty-six now.
But to look at her, you'd think you were looking at a sex kitten of twenty-two. Well, maybe twenty-five, but that's tops.
She turned around and looked at me, leaning back against the sink, her head kinda thrown back, showing off just how sexy her new hair was.
It kinda made her tits push up against her shirt front, too, like they were playful critters and they wanted to come out and play.
She was wearing a short skirt, and her legs were a little spread, and she was wearing these shoes that looked real sexy they were sorta like high heel, only the heel wasn't quite so high. Hell, I don't know what women call them. Ask a woman.
All I can tell you is that the effect as she stood there, head back, her nice-sized (a little more than a handful) tits pushed out, her beautiful slim, tan (she takes care of herself, and always looks like she's as healthy as the Jane that hung out with Tarzan) legs spread just a little ...
Suddenly, I felt like I had walked in on a beautiful girl that I didn't know.
She was suddenly a total stranger and a total knockout.
I had stopped dead in my tracks and was staring at her.
"Jim, you okay?" she asked me.
I guess I must of looked like I had lapsed into a coma.
"Yeah, hon. I'm fine," I think that's what I said. I'm not sure. I was feeling so strange.
like this wasn't the kitchen that I'd come into everyday year after year to say "hello" to my wife after work.
These things happen some times.
You look at a thing after not looking at it for so long or, I guess a better way to put it is that you do look at it for so long, you stop seeing it and suddenly, some time for what seems like no reason at all, when the time is just somehow ripe, some day you'll look at it and BAM! It'll look shiny and wonderful and new.
And that's what happened with Jane.
It came back to me how damn much I actually loved her.
How damn much we had been through and that we had put each other through.
And how I was absolutely crazy for that beautiful, beautiful woman who had somehow stayed just a girl, even at thirty six, and, even more amazing, who had somehow stayed my wife for eighteen years.
I didn't lose any time, after I snapped out of my trance.
I want right up to her, and threw my arms around her, and I clung to her like she had just saved my life.
She didn't hug me back.
She was too fucking amazed.
I pulled back and looked at her.
"What happened, Jim?"
Then her eyes lit with sudden understanding.
"Jim you got a raise!"
I shook my head.
"Something better than that," I said. "I got me the best lookin' wife a cop ever had."
Her eyes went blank again.
"I ... I don't get it," she said.
I was staring in her baby blue eyes. She had brown hair and blue eyes. Unusual. And pretty as hell.
"Well, you may not get it now," I said to her, watching her grow lovelier by the minute, "But baby, you are sure GOING to get it!"
And I lifted her up in my arms, like I was some sort of comic book hero and I started carrying her to the bedroom.
She started kicking and hitting me. To her I wasn't the comic book hero. To her I was something more along the lines of a crazed King Kong.
"What the hell Jim, have you been drinking?"
I set her down on her feet with a sigh.
"No, hon, haven't had a single drop."
I breathed right in her face, and she sniffed, checking it out as careful as a cop checking out a drunk-driving suspect.
"Well, if it's not liquor, what is it?" She was a little irritated. I think she thought I was playing a joke on her.
"What it is honey is love," I said.
I must have looked sincere. I must have looked like a star-struck kid, because her next comment was a very warm, gentle, "Jimmy-do you have a temperature?"
I realized I had been coming on a little strong.
After years of domestic, dutiful pecks on the cheek, this sudden surge of passion on my part was throwing the poor girl into shock.
I decided on a more subtle approach.
I reached for her tenderly, and stroked her hair. She flinched just a bit, like a nervous puppy.
"Will you give me a kiss?" I asked, soft and gentle as I could.
She seemed willing to go along with that. A little hesitant, but willing.
I pulled her head toward me, gently, cupping both hands to her face, watching her beautiful and still inquisitive deep blue eyes as they came toward me for the kiss.
Our lips met, and I was as excited as the first time that I kissed her.
Her lips, the pressure of them against mine, was so warm, and full and full of promise.
I put my tongue into her mouth, and I could tell that she was a little surprised.
We French kissed, every once and a while. But the thing was that French kisses were reserved for the bedroom.
To lunge my tongue into her mouth as part of a kitchen kiss well, that was something new.
It was new.
And exciting.
She got into it.
She pressed her lips more firmly against mine, and the full warmth of them, and the way they seemed to melt in yielding to mine, and the way she started to stroke her finger tips lightly against the hair on the back of my neck well, I tell you, it made me want her like never before.
And it let me know that she wanted me too.
She put her tongue into my mouth now, and our tongues seemed to flow back and forth between our mouths, like a warm, liquid current of flesh.
I ran my hands down her slim, shapely back while I kissed her and kissed her until I couldn't tell whose lips were whose or whose tongue was whose.
And I didn't care if I ever found out; didn't care if I ever got mine back again. With the sexy things she was doing to my lips and tongue the loving little lickings, the wicked little nibbles she could have them forever and do whatever she wanted with them.
I kept running my hands down her back and down her sides, and now I ran my hands over her ass.
At my touch, she moved in a little closer against me.
Finding this encouragement, I began to squeeze her ass lightly, and to use the petting of her perfect, ripe little ass as an excuse to push her belly against mine.
I guess I really didn't need an excuse.
At my first pressure against her ass, she bent in toward me, like her crotch was burning to rub against mine.
She pushed in toward me, and then she brought her hands down my back, kneading my muscles a little as she went.
She-likes my body. Hell, why be modest. She's been nuts for it ever since we first met.
And it's still not a bad body, even though I'm pushing forty. I keep myself fit, and don't think that I'm lying to you when I say I think I could take on a man ten years younger and beat the tar out of him.
Her hands took their slow, massaging way down my back and my sides, and then they were at my ass, just like mine were at hers.
Except hers weren't as well-mannered as mine were.
She pushed me against her love mound and spread her legs, and rubbed hard against me, like she wanted me inside her right away.
She dug into my ass until I could feel her nails right through my trousers.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, Jim," she sighed, her exitement giving her voice this throaty quality that I hadn't remembered hearing in years, "But now that it's gotten into you, I want to get in me too."
She was looking at me with a naughty look, that kind of look I still remember from my youth: a look that one of those hot little girls in high school would give you.
A look that says, "I know all there is to know about turning a guy on, and I'm going to turn you on so hard, you'll have to do all you can not to cream in your pants."
Of course, those little girlies in high school didn't REALLY know all there was to know about making a guy lose his mind you could still give them a few surprises in addition to the ones they gave you, and that's what made it exciting.
So I decided to give Jane a little surprise.
I reached down and ran my hand up her leg, her leg that was so long and lovely that I could probably come just stroking it, and I kept running my hand up it until there was no place left for my hand to run.
I brought my hand up against her crotch and felt that her panties were wet and hot with excitement, so wet and hot that if I had looked down I think I might have seen steam coming out from under her dress.
I began to finger her slit right through her panties.
Jane moaned and kind of collapsed into me, the shock of arousal that my fingering caused making it hard for her to stand without leaning on me and throwing her arms all the way around me and clutching tight. It turned me on to know that my hand between her lovely long legs excited her so much that her legs went all weak with the thrill fingers tracing up and down her beautiful little slit.
She buried her head against me and kept up her moaning and I looked down and could see that she was biting her lip, maybe to keep from screaming out with the intensity of the stimulation that my fingers toying at her wet snatch were causing.
She was so excited, the excitement was contagious and I had started to wet my pants with that sticky love stuff that comes out a guy when he's turned on as hell.
I could feel myself getting very hard and very wet inside my briefs.
And then suddenly, I wasn't just feeling myself, I was feeling HER feeling how hard and wet I was getting.
She had pressed the palm of her hand firmly against my rising rod, and she began rubbing it round and round with a circular motion across the front of my trousers. She put her mouth to my ear and moaned into it, using the sexiest, throatiest moan I think I've heard in my life, and she breathed with the hottest breath and had ever felt. It was like her breath was stroking my brain, trying to get my mind to come.
"Baby, you're so hard," she crooned in my ear. "I don't know what feels better. Your fingers on my slit, or my hands on your long lovely cock."
When she said that, I nearly swooned to the floor. I was that excited.
Jane can talk dirty better than any woman I ever met, but she only does it when she is so out of her mind with feeling sexy that she doesn't have any mental energy to waste on being self-conscious.
When she starts talking dirty, I know that all her energies, her every thought will be directed to bringing on her come and mine.
I reached under the elastic leg band of her panties to finger her beautiful little cunt directly.
I didn't have to fumble to get to it. Her panties were so wet that actually all I did was slide my hand up along the inside of her thigh, and suddenly the next thing my fingers knew was that they were being warmly and wetly mouthed by the nice, full lips of Jane's adorable cunt.
Maybe you haven't heard the word "adorable" applied to a cunt before. But then you've never seen Jane's cunt before and if I can help it, you never will. Lick and suck and kiss in the full light of day and think nothing except how much I loved it.
I was running two fingers deep along her slit, and her slit was twisting a little bit on them, trying to maximize the teasing contact with her tender pussy flesh that was driving her crazy.
"Oh baby, baby, I'm so hot between my legs. I need something to cool me down. I need something to shoot some of that soothing cream up my hot love hole." I could feel her fingers at my fly.
She opened my fly and reached and pulled out my cock.
God, was my cock glad to be out of my pants. I think it actually lept into her hand.
"Oh, baby, baby, you're creaming already," she said, and she swirled her hand around the head of my cock to get some of the slippery love stuff in her palm, and then she wrapped her fingers around it and started to jerk me gently around.
"Love it baby, love it," she said. "But I don't want you wasting that precious cream. I want every last bit of it. Put it inside me, Jim. Put that thing inside me and let my cunt suck it and suck up every last drop of that sweet cream."
Her words were making me hot enough to come, and her fingers, running up and down my throbbing shaft in a perfect imitation of her tight little love hole, were making me even hotter: I needed to do something to take my mind off my cock. Her hot little hand knew exactly how to stroke my hard, how to caress and tickle it and torture it until it filled with come from balls to its frothing tip, and then when she had me as come-ready as I could be, she knew how to speed up her fist-fucking, and give the quick, insistent, fuck-like jerks that would trip the switch and that would have me coming and coming in her hand until I just had to yell with the unbearable intensity of the stimulation, there would be such an overload of pleasure it would be like pain.
Oh, but God, to feel pain like that is a blessing that if I were God, I would bestow it on every man.
So, in order not to shoot my load into her hand, fucking my cock with those long, loving, knowing strokes, I found her burning little clit-button and squeezed it ever-so-gently between two fingers.
I knew that would get her, and for a moment she would let up a little on my cock, because the sensation would flood absolutely every one of her circuits and she would not be able to concentrate on anything but the slippery friction of my fingers on her clit.
She spread her legs a little wider and caught her breath with sharp gasp as I held the hardening clitty in a tender pinch between my fingers.
I moved the erect little rod around and around, using the same motion she had used to rub my cock through my trousers.
God, was it working.
She began panting so fast that I was a bit worried she might pass out.
She began squeezing her thighs together to feel more of my caressing fingers against the inside walls of her cunt slit.
She was moving that round little ass that I loved with a screwing motion as I kept up jacking off her clit rod as it were a tiny cock.
Her nails were digging into my back, hard. I was glad that I still had my shirt on.
She was so turned on that she was almost crying.
Her pussy was so ready to be fucked, that she was leaking love juice down the sides of both her widely spread legs.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, fuck me fuck me fuck me," she cried. She laughed an almost desperate laugh and pounded my back with her fists. "If you don't fuck me, dammit, there's going to be a puddle at my feet!"
She reached down and took my other hand and put it to her pussy.
"Alright, if you're just going to drive me crazy, at least put something up my hole. If I can't have cock, then give me your fingers."
"okay, honey, anything you say," I said, and I slipped two fingers up her burning, twisting little twat.
I thrust them up her fast and hard, so that one second they were at the trembling lips of her pussy, and the next second they were all the way up her hungry hole.
"Ah!" she cried at the sensational shock of the sudden movement, "Oh that's just like cock ... just like cock! Fuck me, fuck me Jimmy!" And she slid down the slippery stick of my two fingers, bouncing her ass up and down, fucking on to me like she was lust-crazy, fucking down on my fingers and screwing her tight twat around them like they were the perfect food for her hungry cunt mouth.
My fingers didn't really satisfy her that much. She was doing it to tease me, just like I was teasing her.
I didn't know immediately that she was teasing, but her next words were the giveaway.
"I'm going to come baby, my pussy is going to come all over your fingers, and after I come, I'm not going to want your cock. You just try and put it in me after I come. You won't get one inch of it in me, I swear."
She reached down for my cock again and began to jack me off with those strokes that made the whole length and thickness of my throbbing, straining cock flesh ripple and thrill with the burning hot tickle of her teasingly loose fist.
"And I'm not even going to whack you off, baby, not even going to let you come in my fist. 'Cause after I come, I won't want anything to do with your prick. I won't have any use for it."
And then she drove her hips down even harder on my fingers and pretended that she was beginning to come.
"Oo! Oo! Oo!" she cried, "I'm coming, coming, going to come! Do it harder, baby, Shove it up harder!"
And then she stopped her twat-humping over my fingers buried so hotly in her hungry, gripping, dripping wet little snatch. She flashed me a broad smile.
"Now or never, lover," she said. "Your last chance before my pussy gives the fuck of a lifetime to your fingers instead of your cock."
All the while she was talking, she was whipping her hand over the length of my cock, rubbing my pounding hard flesh with such a faster light friction that I felt my prick would either burst with come or burst into flame.
"Last chance, lover," and she began to grind down on my fingers again, slowly at first, and then faster and faster.
"Last chance, lover," she said, looking at me with such a hot glance, it was like a magnifying glass focusing sunlight on my eyes, trying to burn them out of my head.
Then she stopped fist-fucking my frothing cock, wrapping both her arms around me so that she could hang from my neck as she slid her love slit down over my fingers.
Well, she had me where she wanted me.
She knew and I knew that I had to get into her pounding, twisting, sucking little love box-I had to get my come-filled cock flesh deep into her throbbing wet twat.
Well, she had controlled the timing of our love making, so I figured it was only fair that I should have a say as to the place.
In keeping with the craziness that was taking control of me that day, I decided that I wanted my wife on the kitchen table.
She had put the tablecloth on the table, and a large bowl filled with lettuce.
There was nothing else on the table.
So I picked her up, and moving the lettuce bowl to one corner of the table, I laid her out on it and spread her legs.
It took her a while to figure out what I was doing and where she was, and by that time I had pulled my pants down and was starting to crawl on top of her.
Suddenly, she became aware of what was happening, and she had a resurgence of that feeling that she was in the company of a madman.
"Jim! No!"
"Yes!"
"Jim " and hear she looked around, all at once realizing that it was still daylight and that all the windows in the kitchen were unshaded as they could be, "Jesus! Jim, all the neighbors have to do is look in the window-"
"And they'll get a treat," I said. "Don't you like our neighbors? Don't you think they deserve a treat?"
"Jim Cal could come home from practice any second."
"We'll hear him."
"No, Jim, this is nuts!"
"It was nuts before. I didn't hear you complaining when I had my fingers all the way up your twat and you were screwing them like a lust-mad minx."
"Well, you, you caught me off guard! You made me crazy! But I'm totally sane now!" She started to sit up and pulled her skirt down.
I pushed her down again and lifted her skirt, and began to slide her thoroughly sodden panties down her legs.
She didn't put up as much fight as I expected.
Let's face it, it's pretty hard to slide a girl's panties down her legs when she doesn't want you to.
But she kept talking as if she was acting as the epitome of rational behavior, and as if I was the demented lech.
I let her talk.
"Jimmy, they'll see us! We'll ruin the table cloth!"
She was getting down to pretty flimsy excuses, I noted, and I slid my pants down to my knees and maneuvered myself between her legs on the table as she lay with her legs spread wide, one hanging over each side of the table, her shoes still on.
I looked down at her pussy, and it was so pink, so wet, so red-hot, so excited and exciting that I had to have a taste of it before fucking her.
I bent my head down toward her snatch, and she gasped in anticipation of the feel of my tongue running up and down her damp, satiny pink slit.
As I lowered my head slowly toward it, slowly than I had to, just to make her hotter for it, she arched her hips up to meet my mouth, so that it wouldn't take so long to get her sweet hot meat into my mouth.
The sight of that dewy little love mound arching up toward me, wanting my mouth even more than my mouth wanted it, made me get right down to cases.
I cupped my hands under the cheeks of her ass, and brought my face right down to her beautiful, brown-haired bush.
"Oh, oh my Jimmy," she cried, as I licked tenderly up and down the length of her pulsating love canal. She tried to spread her legs even wider even though they wouldn't go any wider and she reached down her hands to tangle them in my hair, urging me to take even more of her aching love organ into my mouth.
I licked over her horny little clit rod, and it was like a little tongue licking me back.
She was grinding her ass up toward me now, it was all I could do to keep the hot round cheeks in my hands.
I plunged down on her then, pressing the entire surface of my lips firmly against the entire surface of her cunt lips.
She squirmed frantically under the incredible stimulation of this deep, overwhelming cunt kiss.
Then I stuck my tongue as far as it would go into her ever-so-ready fuck hole.
She simply couldn't take any more.
"Oh Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, give me cock, give me cock now!"
She reached down to grab for my cock, even though she couldn't reach it from her position.
I wanted her to reach it, so I changed my position.
I lowered myself over her and at last pressed my belly against hers, sliding my cock through the length of her lovely pussy slit as if I was inside her, stimulating her clit with the equally stimulated underside of my throbbing prick..
She reached down to put my prick up into her pussy. She had had enough of this playing around. Now she wanted to be fucked, good and hard and as long as we both could last.
No objections from me.
She guided the dripping head of my bulging prick to the luscious lips of her pussy, giving it a few more loving strokes down its length with her fist as if to make sure that it was a long and as hard as it could get.
She needn't have worried, but it felt damn grand all the same.
"Push, lover, push that big prick up my hole," she said, so softly it was almost a whisper, and she looked in my eyes so sexily, I thought I'd come right then.
I managed to hold myself back, and a brought my hips down over hers, bringing my burning rod into the wonderful wetness of her cunt hole.
She pushed her pelvis down, slipping her cunt mouth over my cock as I thrust into her. We both moved slow, though, because that first contact between cock and pussy was so wetly, warmly, suckingly delicious.
Her cunt was so clinging, so tight around my entering cock that my prick felt wide and long as the longest and widest prick ever created.
It was also the horniest hard-on any man had I ever had, I swear to God.
"Awww, baby," Jane cried as I plunged up her little love box to the hilt and she ground the mouth of her cunt down so far on my pre-come coated pole that I could feel the lips of her pussy nibbling warmly at my balls.
She pulled my head to hers and we French kissed until our mouths melted together, and slowly I began pulling my prick out of her and pushing it back in, and her cunt felt so wonderful as it gripped in its hot wet sucking kiss my frothing cock, that every time I fucked into that amazing love box, it felt like it was parting her pussy flesh with the head of my cock for the first time.
"Oh Jim, more of that cock, lover. More of that sweet hard hot cock meat up my pussy. Ram it, lover. Please, do it hard," she said, pouring the words in my ear and it was like she was blowing steam right through my brain.
I put my hands under her ass and jammed my meat up into the thirsty, twisting, humping, sucking pussy of hers as hard as I thought she could take.
She screamed, and I thought it was with pain, but immediately after the scream, she shouted, "Oh, that's so good, my lover, that so good. like that Jim, just like that, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... "
And she kept chanting "fuck me fuck me," tossing her head from side to side, making her hair dance on her shoulders.
I wanted to see those shoulders. I wanted to see her wonderful tits.
I wanted to suck those tits while I fucked her. She loved it when I did.
And I loved it when I did.
So while I kept moving my meat in her, feeling it lather up even more with my love stuff, and feeling her hot juices running down all around the head of my frothing prick, I undid the buttons of her blouse.
I'm not good at detailed work when I get excited. I tore about half the buttons off the front of her blouse and they clattered to the floor.
I wondered if she'd be mad at me, but she smiled at me and said, "You animal" and she moved that amazing and ever-so-hungry pussy down and down and down on my shaft like she wanted that slicing hot meat all the way up through her body.
You heard that expression, "to fuck your brains out?"
Well, it's like she wanted me to fuck her brains out. Literally.
I had her blouse open now and her lovely tits pointed up at me with hot, hard, aroused tips that begged to be sucked. I didn't let those beautiful things go begging for long. My mouth was hungry for them.
I brought my wide open mouth down around one of them,-taking as much of the soft breast flesh under the tips in my mouth as I could.
What wonderfully edible titties my wife has! I could eat them and suck them for breakfast, lunch and dinner, not to mention a midnight snack.
She panted with the feel of my sucking on her tits, and her rapid breathing made her tit swell in my mouth so that it filled as my tongue swirled around that hardened nipples, driving her crazy.
She was tearing at my ass with her nails She was yelling my name over and over again, like by saying my name more and more, there would be more and more of me to love and to love her back.
She brought her knees up around me, to help jam more of my meat up into her. She put her heels down on the table, one on each corner.
"Oh, what a fuck, Jimmy, this fuck is a fuck I want to put in my scrapbook," she said, then she laughed. "But it would make all the pages stick together."
She reached down a grabbed my balls trying to force as much cock as she could into her sucking pussy.
She began squeezing at my balls the way she does when she can feel herself beginning to come; she squeezes me to let me know she coming and to squeeze my own come out of my balls and up my shaft so that I'll cream into her while her pussy is clutching and sucking with her own climax.
Her mouth went wide and she wrapped her legs around my ass and arched her back up toward me, pulling me tight against her whole body and especially her cunt.
One of her shoes fell off as we rocked and rocked on the table with our hard and fast fucking. It hit the floor.
She ran her bare foot over my ass and the back of my thigh.
"Jimmy Jimmy, come lover, I'm coming lover, NOW!" she screamed, and she dug into my ass with her nails so hard that a rocketed forward with an incredibly hard thrust into her cunt, so hard I thought she might rip in half.
And she started to come.
"AHHHHHHHH!! ! ! ! " she wailed, and squirmed under me as if she was being burned alive. I guess in a way she was.
"Hot pussy hot pussy, coming coming coming!! " she raved, screwing her love hole around my cock until my prickhead got so hot I knew I'd have to come too.
She was rubbing my balls quickly round and round until they were like fire coals in her hand, and then when I couldn't take that any more, she plunged a finger into my ass-hole, and that was all she wrote.
I came like gangbusters.
My jism started to boil in my balls and it boiled and boiled until it overflowed my ball-sack in a great rush of bubbling, scorching head up my burning shaft.
It was like liquid fire, and I wanted to shoot it, had to shoot or explode, shoot it shoot it shoot it up her loving wonderful tight sucking screwing wet hot coming cunt oh God, Jesus, I was shooting everything I had and then more.
"You beautiful fucker, you beautiful bitch!" I shouted at her as I pumped more and more of my come stuff into grasping sucking pussyflesh, and her hole swallowed up my come, I felt it swallowing and gulping like crazy, wanting come and more and more come in its insatiably hungry mouth, a mouth sliding hard and fast up my flesh pole, down and down and down again on my raging and spurting prick.
"Oh oh oh oh Jane!" and wheezed as she cupped both hands to my balls to make sure all the come in my sack was squeezed up my pounding prick and slot out my cock slit into her coming, gulping cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" we said with a long drawn out moan, half of this earth and half of heaven as we seemed to shoot up into the clouds and the magic carpet of our own bodies carried us on a blissful ride to some Never-Never Land of fulfillment and joy.
The sound of the front doorknob turning reminded us that we weren't in Never-Never land, but on the kitchen table, fucking our brains out.
I lept off Jane and pulled up my pants.
She swung around on the table and pulled down her skirt and closed the front of her blouse with her hand.
I swept up her panties and put them in my pocket just as Calvin came striding into the kitchen.
"When do we eat?" I think was what he started to say when he noticed that the scene in front of him wasn't the usual "getting dinner ready" kitchen scene.
For one thing, his mother was sitting on the table and half the buttons from her blouse were lying on the floor, as was one of her shoes.
"Hi Cal," Jane said, sounding amazingly normal as she moved the bowl of lettuce over the come spot we had left on the kitchen table.
"I'm going to go dress for dinner," she said, picking her shoe up off the floor as she turned and darted out of the room.
Which of course left me with Cal.
I guess I looked pretty flushed.
I remembered something, and jammed my hands into my pocket to try and camouflage my still very obvious hard on.
I hope I had done it in time.
I think Cal knew something funny was going on, but I think what he though was that we were having an argument-a heated argument.
Cal's a sharp kid though, and he might have figured it out.
In any case, Jane and me started doing crazy things like that a lot, screwing all different times a day and in all sorts of places that were ... a little strange.
The thing was, from that day we were just like young lovers again. I guess Jane had been as ready as I was for a rebirth of romance that day that I came in and found her looking so great with that new haircut.
So we more or less had to get away. We wanted to be with each other, and as much as we love Cal, well, we wanted to be alone for a while without worrying about when he would stick his nose in or when he would give us the delight of letting us share one of his adolescent traumas.
So a second honeymoon was the only way.
So as soon as school broke, we sent Cal off to Aunt Chloe in Chicago, and we got on a big silver bird and flew to Las Vegas for two weeks of nothing but each other which for us meant nothing but pure bliss.