Chapter 9
Several days after her rousing experience with young Mike, Louis finally managed to spend an evening at home.
It was a Saturday night, and he took Clara to a restaurant a few miles away from their home for a candlelight dinner. They returned home and watched a movie on television, after which Louis suggested that they consume some wine. The moment that he suggested the wine, Clara recognized that he was finally in the mood for sex.
"I'd begun thinking you'd lost the urge," she told him as she took her first sip from the wine.
Louis moved closer to his wife. He was sitting just a few inches away from her now on the sofa.
"That's a hell of a remark for a woman to make about her husband."
"I mean, I've seen you so very little lately."
"Yes, my darling. I know I've been working a lot, but you've certainly been present in my thoughts."
"That's good."
Louis finished his wine, then threw his arms around Clara. He handled her daintily, pushing his lips forward. He let his lips remain pressed against hers for a few moments, after which he then removed his lips. He got up from the sofa.
"Why don't we go to bed right now?" he suggested.
"That would be fine with me," Clara concurred.
If ever Clara was hoping for her husband Louis to give her a wild fuck, she was hoping for it then. She could see herself drifting away from Louis, based upon all of the other experiences she had been having, coupled with his long, busy schedule. She felt the necessity to try and bind the relationship back together. Louis seemed to be totally unaware of the critical emergency that existed. Clara knew that even though she was being supplied with all the material comforts she could have asked for, that none of them were a substitute for a good, wholesome, emotional and physical relationship. She needed it from her husband Louis, and if she couldn't get it from him, she'd have to find it from substitute parties somewhere else.
As they moved into the bedroom, the silently removed their clothes. Louis dimmed the lights for a romantic effect, smiling at his wife as he observed her slipping out of her dress.
"It's nice to see that gorgeous body again," he said. "I mean, in the intimacy of the bedroom. Almost totally nude. Just take off your panties and bra, honey, and we'lll be ready to go."
He watched as his wife removed her panties and bra. Louis then slipped his trousers down his legs and off of him. He reached out and began to tug at his shorts, sliding them down his legs, then off of him.
"Honey, I could really use you right now," he said. "I want to really make this count for something."
"Sure thing," she nodded as she slid her body into bed.
Clara was doing everything that she could to encourage Louis in his pursuits. He slid his body downward inside of the bed with her. He reached out with his right hand, sliding his fingers inside of her nest. Back and forth his fingers twisted, maintaining a purposeful pursuit of her snatch. He liked feeling the warmth of her vagina. He kept touching her velvety vagina. He let his fingers reach down inside of her snatch. He touched her pussy with great concern. The longer that his fingers reverberated inside of her nest, the greater the amount of enjoyment that she derived from receiving his efforts.
"Honey, I like those finger stabs," she smiled.
Louis kept on driving his fingers inside of her pussy. Pretty soon wetness began to surface in her mound from all of the quick, assertive finger strokes that Louis was directing toward her. He removed his fingers from her mound a few strokes later, then puckered up his lips. He kissed her pussy.
"Baby, I love that," Clara swooned, her hips sliding back and forth in vigorous response to his kiss. "Come on, honey. Kiss me again, baby. I want you to kiss me."
He leaned forward once more, allowing his lips to connect with her vagina. As nis lips remained pushed against her pussy, Louis reached out with his trembling hands. He fingered her buttocks back and forth several times, after which he then removed his lips from her mound.
"Darling, you sure are exciting me," she told him. "Come on, baby. Just slide your tongue inside my pussy. Baby doll, ohhh, tongue my snatch. Yes, my dear. Just move your tongue inside of my organ. Really let it push. Sweetheart, suck me. Suck my mound."
He pushed his tongue down between her legs. He moved it back and forth, allowing it to maintain quick, assertive contact with her pussy. He moved his tongue soothingly, letting it slide inside of her snatch. The longer that he kept up the pace, the faster that his tongue commenced to glide inside of her responsive mound.
"Darling, you'll have me off in no time," she told him. "Come on, just keep sending your tongue inside Baby, ohhh, I like that. I like the way your tongue's working."
As Louis continued employing his tongue inside of his wife's snatch, he reached down and glided his fingers against her buttocks. Back and forth his fingers kept twisting and twitching. The longer that he employed them against her buttocks, the quicker that her ass cheeks rolled. Louis loved the sensations of fingering her buttocks and watching them roll simultaneously. He kept pushing his tongue inside of her mound, driving it ever deeper, pushing her that much closer to the precipice of climax.
"Come on, suck me," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Let your burning tongue probe me. Baby doll, ohhh, suck me. Yes, sweetheart. Ohhh, send your tongue inside my mound. Keep on planting it. Baby doll, suck me. Come on, grind it."
He worked his tongue back and forth a few more times. His quick, convincing efforts soon brought her that much closer to the point of orgasm. He drove his tongue at a rapid-fire clip, never letting up, loving every quick, decisive effort.
"Darling, here it goes," she finally sighed. "Sweetheart, ohhh, I've just got to juice. I've got to juice in your mouth."
Her buttocks twisted and turned as the juices shot from her snatch and into Louis' mouth. Louis swallowed the last few droplets of her pussy juice, then decided it was time to move on to the next phase of the action.
Even though Clara was aware of her recent sexual education, and the way that she had progressed, she knew that she couldn't tip her husband off. If he ever suspected any kind of a change, he would know all too soon exactly what had happened, mainly that his wife had been having sex with another man. It was something that she could not ever let him discover. If she did, she knew, their whole marriage would be in trouble. On top of that, she would be needlessly hurting him. She thought a lot of her husband, and hoped that maybe the physical side of their relationship could be developed some more.
"Baby, I want inside your pussy again," he told her. "But this time I want to fuck it. I'm gonna drive my blinding cock inside you. How does all that sound?"
"It sounds just fine by me."
"That's good. We'll really get it on, honey."
She felt waves of titillation as he moved his fingers inside of her hot twat. He liked feeling the inner confines of her wet, pink, velvety vagina. His fingers kept on moving, circulating inside of her box. He kept up his decisive movements for a few more strokes, after which he then released them from her snatch.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he sighed. "I'm gonna send my hot tool inside of your mound. Am I ever gonna give you a nice screw. Baby doll, ohhh, are you ever gonna enjoy this. You're gonna love it, my sweet. You're gonna love it the way I'll send my cock inside your mound."
Louis kept psyching himself into an ever-greater state of sexual excitement and anticipation. He reached out and threw his arms around his lover's body, then pushed his lips forward. He let his lips probe against hers. Tliey remained firmly locked against her lips for quite a few moments, after which he then released his lips from hers. His next move was to slip his tongue inside of her mouth. He wanted to French with his beautiful wife before he turned his cock loose inside of her pussy.
His tongue kept working zestfully, driving back and forth, working with radiant desire as it kept on twisting against her tongue. He reached down and played with her buttocks while his tongue kept on blasting away, sliding against hers.
When he released his tongue from her mouth and his fingers from her ass cheeks, Louis was prepared to continue his sexual onslaught. He was ready to move his hard, diligent cock inside of her pussy.
"Get ready for it," he sighed.
She extended her legs, twisting her body from ; ;de to side, looking wistfully into her husband's eyes.
"Play with my tits," she encouraged. "Just slide your fingers against my knobs, honey. That'll get you even more excited."
"A very good suggestion. I'm surprised I didn't think of it myself."
"Just turn your fingers loose, doll. Yes, just slide your fingers against my breasts."
She smiled brightly as her loving husband reached out with both hands. He let his fingers twist and turn against her nipples. He clutched hard against her nipples for a few strokes, after which he then let his fingers slide around the surface of her entire breasts. He squeezed her hot tits, clinging sharply to her breasts.
"Baby doll, give me a nice fuck," she said. "You're doing this so well. Sweetheart, you're fingering my breasts. That's a good feeling. Ohhh, I like that.
He removed his fingers from Clara's breasts. He reached down and grabbed at her legs. He played with her thighs, then hurled his surging cock forward, letting it make its initial penetration inside of her pussy.
"Baby, come on and fuck me," she sighed. "Screw me, darling."
Her hips began to swing rhythmically as he pressed his cock ever deeper inside of her. Back and forth he worked it, driving it inside of her nest. He loved the avalanche of emotion that was welling within his entire body. His cock kept on ramming, sliding back and forth, manipulating sharply as it worked its way inside of her tight, willing nest.
As the fuck continued to heat up, she flipped her hips more assertively than ever. His hard, driving spear kept on slamming inside of her. All the while Louis was pushing himself that much nearer to the point of climax. He could feel the solid jolts of enthusiasm with every stab that he directed her way. His balls itched with desire, and all the while he was pushing himself that much closer, driving himself zealously forward, moving himself toward orgasm.
A few quick, jabbing thrusts later, Louis could hold on no longer. He grabbed his lover's thighs, clinging ever so tightly to them. He watched as the droplets of thick, white cum juiced out of the end of his organ.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, come on and slide your cock inside of my mound. Sweetheart, ohhh, this is nice. Darling, I love it."
He removed his cock from her pussy a few seconds later, then patted her on top of the head.
"You know, my cock's still up there," he smiled. "I feel like I could go off again. I don't see why I shouldn't."
"You're so right," she smiled contentedly. "It's so nice to have a beautiful relationship going again. Let's not ever allow this much time to elapse in the future, my dear. It just isn't right when we do. We've got to enjoy our fucks. We've got to give ourselves as much in the way of enjoyment as we can. It's vital."
"I think you're right," he smiled. "I could stand to go off inside your pussy again."
Why don't we try something bold?" she exclaimed impulsively.
Clara's heart beat savagely. She felt that she just had to ask him to fuck her ass hole.
She desired it ever so badly. She knew that there was chance that he would get suspicious. She would do her very best to cover up in a way that would remove all suspicion from her.
"What did you say?"
"I said I'm proposing something. I'd like for you to fuck my ass hole, my dear."
"You'd like me to what?" his chin dropped. He could scarcely believe what he'd heard.
"That's right."
"But you've always been so straight-laced. I mean, you like sex, but when it comes to going this far, honey, you didn't want to do it. Now all of the sudden you want to go all the way. I don't understand it."
"I've just been doing some reading in all this spare time I've had. I've read some articles on sexual liberation. They say that a person should see to fulfilling oneself in sex. Just maybe I've been a little too confining in my approach."
"Where have you been reading these articles?"
"Oh, in magazines."
"I think you'd like it."
"But I've never done it to a woman that way before," he shook his head. Furthermore, I don't even know if I would like to. It all seems so strange. And I can hardly believe that you've requested it."
"Baby, what's so wrong with it?"
"It's just a strange way of having sex. I can hardly believe my ears. I can hardly believe that my wife is requesting something like that."
"It seems like I've disappointed you greatly."
"Maybe I'm a little more straight-laced than I'd like to admit," he shook his head. "All I know is that I don't think it would be good for you or for me. I don't think it would help our relationship that much. I don't think it would help it at all. I appreciate your sincerity. I'm sure you meant the best for both of us, but I just don't think that that's the answer."
"That's awfully strange," she shook her head. "I can hardly believe that you're turning me down. I would think that you'd want to stick your cock up my ass hole. Don't I have a beautiful ass?"
"Yes, you do, but that's an unnatural way of having sex. Let's not do it that way. I'd like to consider the subject closed. As for the conventional route, I'm all for plenty of that. As a matter-of-fact, I want you that way again. Right now."
He seized Clara in his arms. Louis kissed her lips pulsatingly, then released them from hers. He reached down with both hands, letting his fingers glide over her breasts. Back and forth his fingers twisted and slid, manipulating responsively against her breasts. As he removed his fingers from her tits, he looked down at her and smiled.
Even though Clara was keenly disappointed at not getting her way, she knew better than to continue the argument. She had already pushed things too far to be truly safe. He could, after all, begin to wonder about the magazine articles she had mentioned. For a moment her heart had sank as she anticipated that Louis, a medical man with a curious mind, might want to read the very articles she was referring to. Fortunately, she wasn't pushed into that embarrassing situation, so she recognized that the smart thing would be to leave well enough alone, at least for the time being.
He reached down with his right hand, gliding his fingers inside of his lover's mound. He moved his fingers searchingly, letting them probe and stab against her pussy. He kept up his rotating finger movements for a few more moments, after which he released them.
"I'm gonna fuck your mound," he exclaimed. "Here we go, honey."
Clara braced herself, getting ready for the first quick, decisive cock stab from her husband Louis. She moved her body forward, responding to his first few quick, convincing stabs.
"Baby, fuck me," she said. "You've got to do it to me again. Yes, darling. Ohhh, just keep your cock moving. Grind it inside me. Baby doll, ohhh, you know how to stab. How you move your body. You're such a good fuck. Baby doll, ohhh, what a beautiful fuck you are."
She shook her hips as Louis kept grinding his cock ever so deeply inside of her pussy. The harder that he rammed his authoritative spear inside of her pussy, the closer that he moved to the inevitable moment. His quick, sliding, ever so decisive fuck stick was asserting itself as he plunged himself ever nearer.
Several minutes later, the inevitable occurred. The juices streamed drom the end of Louis's excited peter, splashing into his wife's pussy.
"Ohhh, keep fucking me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, let it all spill into me. This is such a good feeling. Baby, you're quite a fuck."
He removed his spear from her mound, feeling ever proud of his accomplishments. Louis had no way of realizing the deep disappointment that Clara felt, despite the two orgasms. She kept desiring something more, some exciting, erotic fucking, the kind that she would get if he would throw caution to the winds and ram his cock inside of her ass hole.