With thumb and cock he fucked his wife. I tightened and relaxed as he did. Sensations cascaded from my wet recesses. "Next weekend, baby, fuck my ass." I said it with complete willingness to have him plunder me.
"You want it in the ass, baby?" he asked breathlessly, as he pounded me. He knew the answer as he plowed my cunt, and I asked greedily for more. "Fuck, yeah!" He could have my ass, of course. He fucked harder, and I expected he wanted to take my ass now. My cunt felt awesome. I didn't want his thrusting to end.
"Let me get ready for you," I pleaded. "My beads, the oil, let me practice for you this week." He rammed into me, now committed to finishing in my cunt. "Oh, gawd," he exclaimed. "Call me this week and tell me about that."
"Okay baby," I promised, “Fuck me. Shoot it deep. Like you did on my face." I struggled to spit out the words as my breathing was fast and shallow. My cunt burned in a continuous orgasm. His thrusts quickened now in a flurry of deep invasions. The slapping sound of his hips on my ass cheeks filled the room. The bed creaked.
"Come in my cunt. It fucking feels great! Next weekend, come in my ass!"
He exploded again and thrust harder driving his seed into my deepest recesses. His thumb stayed in my throbbing ass as his thrusting continued. I melted to the bed and sighed loudly as his thumb slipped free. He collapsed on my back. I remained impaled by his cock. He held some of his weight off me by pressing his hands to the bed. I lay beneath him feeling his seed pool hotly deep within me. Too soon he pulled up, and his cock slipped from my oiled grip.
We collapsed on the bed and dozed off for about an hour. In the late afternoon, we awoke and he showered. I cleaned myself in the bathroom and stripped the spotty sheets.
I went to the shower with scissors, shaving cream, and my razor. "Let me do a little renovation," I teased. He chuckled and stood patiently. The water streamed on his back and I trimmed his pubic hairs to a short tight bush in a triangle above his dangling member. The trimmed hair accumulated at the drain. Squirting shaving cream, I slathered the base of his cock. It was awkward finding the right angle, but I soon provided a neat smooth frame along the top and sides of his exhausted cock.
His balls presented a challenge. Tugging his scrotum allowed me to shave bare the sack where it hung from his torso. The balls were more challenging still, and some tugging and smoothing of the wrinkled skin was needed to remove the fuzz. When done, I admired my handiwork. His cock jutted invitingly from a tightly cropped bush. His cock and balls were tanned a bit. They looked hairless and gorgeous. Perhaps from the tight trim, or our lengthy fucking, his cock looked thicker and sexier. Maybe it was all the attention. In any case, he looked great.
I asked my king to exit the shower and sit on the vanity. He did. He accepted my prompts to bring his feet up on the vanity and to lean back against the mirror. This allowed me to slather cream behind his balls. The soft hair there quickly fell to my razor. I pressed my luck and went further back to remove the hairs that sprouted around his anus. Satisfied with my work, I announced my appraisal.
"Oh, my lord," I intoned. "I won't be able to keep my hands and mouth off all that. You look fantastic!" He laughed and returned to the shower to rinse the remaining shaving cream from his privates. Reappearing, I handed him a soft towel to dry himself. In the bathroom mirror we checked his appearance. The look on his face admitted that he knew that I, and brunette girls on the beach, would cream with wicked thoughts when they spied his magnificent bare cock sprouting from his tanned body.
He had a light snack and then dressed for the drive home. At the door, he patted my bare ass reminding me of my promise. I wiggled it for him. I had not dressed, feeling a desire to linger nude for his view. Kissing his face, I bid him a safe trip home. He departed down the driveway, but not before glancing back to see his nude wife standing wistfully at the door.
The end.
About the Author
Jennifer’s Bio:
When Jennifer isn’t traveling for work, you can find her on the beach or boating with their friends. She and her husband enjoy spending quality time on the water. A secret is that she’s addicted to golf and really enjoys golfing in the Florida summer heat.
While they don’t have any children of their own they support three kids through different charity organizations as they feel blessed and in a small way want make the world a better place.
Her two favorite sayings are “Life is short, work hard but play harder” and “We only get one dance, so make the most of it.”
Where you can find more info online:
If you are ready for a little escape from your workday, visit my blog at http://jeninflorida.wordpress.com/ and laugh at my daily rants.
In addition, if you are on twitter follow her on twitter at http://twitter.com/JenEroticaFl where I get to practice my comedy. Clearly, I could never be a stand up comedian so I’m working on my sit down act.
A couple of my friends have started working on a web site for all things we like to write about. This new web side is a work in progress. We hope to have the new web site online this summer (2012) at www.mental-vacation.com and 2.0 for Christmas.
Also Available now:
Oh my Aching Back (2012)
My little naughty fantasy about my hot masseur, after all why should men only enjoy happy endings!
Available Soon!
Sailing with friends (2012)
Things heat up when a group of college friends rent a pontoon boat for the weekend. As the temperature heats up so does the friction between these friends. Friends become lovers, loves invite a third, and so much more! A wild weekend where flashing and ménage is encouraged by all!
Available Soon!
Sailing with friends (2012)
Things heat up when two couples go on a sailing vacation. Things heat up in the Florida summer sun as friends become more than friends as relationships become intimate on a sailboat.
Wife gets the Maid (2012)
Jennifer comes home early from work and finds her maid Heather doing more than cleaning. At first, she is mortified but can’t turn away. Then a strange feeling comes over her as she watches Heather doing very personal things and Jennifer does what any wife should do. She beds the house cleaner.
The Chair (2012)
After reading “50 Shades of Gray” a husbands gets some ideas to spice up their lovemaking. His wife is all too willing to explore this new side of her husband.
More on the way!
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