Chapter 15
When Larry climbed into bed that night, he looked at Wendy and said, "You're a wonderful woman, sweetheart." Pushing the covers aside, he gazed at her naked body. Then he bent and kissed her thighs. The caress brought a moan to her lips. She shuddered and rolled over, opening her legs to him and raising her knees.
His nose nuzzled her twat, and she felt his breath through her dark thatch of pubic hair. Moving around between her legs, he pulled them over his shoulders. His mouth closed over her pussy and she cried out with pleasure. Her hips angled upward, forcing herself more fully into his mouth.
It was unbelievable. They had already had so much sex today, and here they were, both ready for more.
Sliding his hands up to fondle her breasts, he began licking her pussy. His tongue strokes quickly drove her into the gut-wrenching throes of a climax. She sobbed and moaned as the pulses of pleasure passed through her body.
"Oh, darling... "
"I love you," Larry said. "Ohhhhh... "
She went immediately into a second orgasm.
Now, he shifted around to cover her body with his. She reached down to grasp his prick. She liked the soft, velvety feel of it. It hardened into a stout shaft as her fingers stroked it. It's potent power sent a thrill surging through her body. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her again.
"Oh, sweetheart. Oh, honey. Oh, darling. Fuck me, honey. Fuck me, please."
He gave her a kiss, then ran two fingers into her opening, checking her juices, spreading them around. Pulling back on his knees, he smeared the lubricating fluids over his prick, then bent forward again. His thick prick found the wet opening of her sex and slipped inside. With a grunt, he pushed all the way into her.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him. "Yes, darling! Yes! Yes!"
Larry began stroking between her legs. Wild excitement filled him as her hot, wet vagina gripped and tried to hold his driving cock. He groaned loudly with each thrust.
There was more than lust in their carnal embrace; there was love. And that love nurtured and added to their excitement.
With his heart pounding, Larry drove relentlessly between his wife's loins. The rapidly moving, liquid union of their genitals had made their bodies one. He could feel the pulsing of her vagina just like it was a part of himself, and it sent his senses reeling as lust joined the love that filled his heart.
Wendy was breathless, overwhelmed by the sensations that were rolling through her body. She loved the feel of the penis probing her sex passage, the heavy balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass. Her hands cruised up and down his body, feeling the thick muscles that flexed with his movement. With all the sex she'd had that day, it would be hard to say that this was the best. But none had been better. None.
Her fears about letting another share their love life had been groundless. Sharing their affection with others had not dimmed their love for each other. On the contrary, it had enhanced it. They were filled with appreciation for each other-appreciation that each had allowed the other to indulge their senses in any way possible. What greater love, what greater trust, could a man and a woman have for each other?
Pride in being his wife gave her even greater pleasure as the excitement rose within her. The heat that burst in her belly was all-consuming. It transcended the slapping of flesh and the wallowing of organs, seeking fulfillment and sent her to a higher plane.
For a while, she walked with the gods. It was perfect. Sex with the man she loved. No, it was even better than perfect. Sex with one of the men she loved.