“Nothin’.” I switch off the light and halfway up the spiral staircase, lose my jeans and briefs. Naked except for my unzipped sweatshirt, I kneel on our futon. Grabbing her ankles, I slide her ass back, and place her funny shoes over my shoulders.
Knees at my ears, she hisses as my tongue laps her juices. Heady on her flavor, I lick the sweet, blossoming nub. Her heels dig into my back, she arches up, and my inner caveman emerges.
Now, a lot of men appreciate my woman and usually it don’t bother me none. And, even though Jack Fialko wears a wedding ring, he got under my skin. My wife ain’t blind. She only glanced at him but hell, Sam is mine. Only I know how to make her scream, to pant, and call out my name. My index finger claims her opening, I curl my knuckle and press into her sweet spot as I lick her swelling button.
“Suds.” Her lovely lips part, she reaches blindly, and her fingers wrap around my cock.
With her thumb at my tip and my mouth on her clit, our excitement mounts. Unable to last longer and about to explode, I duck out from under her legs. Setting her on her hands and knees, I bury myself deep. She bucks her sweet ass back to meet my next drive and the futon slides across the floor. If not for the railing, we’d be airborne.
“Now sugar.” My breath hitches and my balls tighten.
“I, ah… just a sec. Oh my God!” Her inner muscles tighten around my whole damn length and when she comes, it’s pure fucking heroin.
The center of my lower back readies, and as I plunge into heaven, my hot liquids spew out in release.
I drop my weight onto her, unable to move and about an eternity later, she moans. “Suds? You’re squishing me.”
“Mmm… sorry.” I slowly pull out, enjoying every twitch of her body as she lets go.
Rolling onto our sides, we touch each other’s faces and inhale her intoxicating scent.
“Scooby dooby doo.” She glances down at her favorite toy and like magic, my dick thickens.
Maybe there are such things as witches, after all.
Happy Halloween
