Chapter 9
Kim never saw Web or Nichole or Ernie or Klaus again. She went back to her cottage and to her quiet life of morning and evening walks and waiting for her husband to return. No one, looking at her, could tell what she had been through. Yet, she was changed. Hank was to find that out when he came home.
His homecoming was quite a thing. Kim was waiting for him at the airport and had a fire in the fireplace when he got out of the shower and an iced bottle of champagne in a bucket. They sat on the floor in front of the fire and drank champagne until Hank began to get amorous. Tentatively remembering former times, he made a pass.
Kim excused herself and went to the bedroom. She emerged after a few long moments and Hank's eyes popped. She was naked! She was more than naked, she was lewdly dressed in high heels, black sheer stockings and a black garter belt. And she attacked Hank like a big hungry cat. In no time she had him naked and was playing with his huge, happily throbbing cock while she turned him around and her tongue licked lasciviously at the deep crevice between his buttocks.
It was just the beginning. Hank found himself hard put to keep up with her; he felt like he was being raped by a nymphomaniac!
When it was all over, after she had sucked his cock and guided it into her pussy and gave him the fucking of his life, while he was laying on his back and heaving for breath, she was plying him with more champagne and playing with his penis, gently urging it back to life.
"Where," he asked, "did you learn all of that?"
"All?" she asked, batting her eyes demurely, "why Hank Stewart, you old fuddy-duddy, I have not yet begun to fuck!"
He looked at her for an astounded moment before he exploded with laughter and took her in his arms and kissed her, feeling not only had he built one hell of a bridge, he had himself one hell of a wife.