“All mine already came true.” Artie buries his face in my pussy and goes to work, rubbing hard, leaving no part untouched—just the way I like it.
IMOGENE’S ON FIRE.She writhes on my face, pressing her slippery folds against my lips and chin, using me to grind on. I love it, lying here and watching her pussy getting wetter and puffier at the closest range. I lap at her juices and massage her perfect bubble cheeks, so round and firm, filled out some since she’s been with me, getting better meals, and getting spoiled.
Hell,I’mgetting spoiled. My cock is threatening to unleash at any second, and I know Imogene would love that. She’d probably bathe in it if she could, lost in a mint and chocolate heaven.
I think her taste buds are misaligned, but whatever. I adore them.
I’m so lost in her juicy paradise, lost in her mouth bobbing harder and faster on me, that I don’t really think about what I’m doing...which is massaging her tight little backdoor with my thumbs each time I squeeze her cheeks together.
“Ohhh. Oh, that’s different. And good,” Immy whimpers, and thrusts back.
“It is?” I keep the surprise out of my voice. “Good.”
“Do you like that, too?” she asks, and then her mouth is wrapped around my length again, this time with the new addition of one of her shapely fingers circling between my cheeks, touching a sensitive spot that I’ve never bothered with.
But when your wife is sucking on you, and she starts massaging your ass, you start moaning, and before you know it, you’re a geyser in her mouth, and her finger is sliding inside of you.
For a second, everything is tight and tense, and then I remember, it’s my wife. My wife is my other half. If you’re a spiritual person, they are your soul mate.
Nothing good should be off limits, and so we move together, fingers sliding now, mouths still working, Imogene arching back farther each time to pop her clit into my mouth and let me finish her as her swirling finger makes me burst.
“Mmm, fuck, so good.” Imogene licks my cum up and leaves soft bites on my shaking thighs while I knead her bottom, mesmerized by how slick and shiny her pouting pink insides look. How inviting.
I’m going to be hard again in minutes. “Do you know how gorgeous you are? Every inch of you? How special you are to me? I’ve never been able to... Feel like this. Enjoy like this.”
“Be safe like this? I know.” Immy rolls off of me, and I pull her back to me, wanting her warmth against me.
“Naughty, perfect, Krampusnacht miracle, Christmas miracle, honeymoon miracle,” I growl into the uninjured side of her neck, hands caressing her gently.
Imogene moans, head back. Eyes closed. “Every day, a miracle. An ever-after miracle. For years, I didn’t know who I was, what I was. I’m yours. I have a name I chose. Imogene Taylor. I love it. Ohhh! Oh, my God!” Imogene suddenly pushes me away, looks up into my face, and giggles like she’s lost her mind.
“Okay, this has to be a good one,” I giggle back, just laughing because she’s laughing. And this is what sex should be like. You roll from passionate, to sweet, to dirty, to serious, to laughing. All the emotions that were absent or numbed for both of us are finally ours to play with. I kiss her cheeks and nuzzle my nose to hers. “Tell me!”
“I’m Imogene Taylor. I’m IT. I.T. You’re the I.T. expert.”
I burst into a loud laugh, burying my head on her breasts. “No way.”
“You are my expert. Best friend. Lover. Husband.”
“Ohhh, I think I could be a little more expert. You gotta practice every day. Really study to be an expert. Try new things.” I fumble between us, rubbing my semi-hard cock between her thighs as they lock around my waist.
“New things are good.” Immy licks her lips and wriggles under me. “Got any ideas?”
“Maybe.”
I STRETCH OUT, HANDSand knees, slowly swaying as Artie stands behind me. I feel his eyes on me, and my pussy drips, hot under his long, savoring gaze.
With two fingers, I reach back and spread wide, insatiable urges building.
Artie bends and gives my center one long lick before sheathing himself inside me in one swift push. His cock lodges snug in my pussy, and my walls grip tight, wanting to stay full.
“Such a sweet pussy. Wants me to stay,” Artie grunts, thrusting with shallow strokes to keep his cock packed inside of me. Even with short thrusts, wet, hungry sounds fill the bedroom on every thrust.
Artie resists the grip of my walls for a few seconds, hands planted on my ass, rocking away from me as I groan in protest, then we both moan in delight when I’m full again. Artie’s fingers briefly join his cock, stretching me wider still, but he doesn’t keep his hand there. He uses his fingers to scoop out the thick, slippery juice that coats my walls and keeps dripping out of me.
I feel him rub it on the tight, puckered ring, and I push my ass up higher, face down lower, craving more exploration, more ways to be full of him.
His fingertips tease, circle, and nudge while his cock works faster and faster. “Want this?” he whispers.
