“You kept this part in?” I’ve never watching this end of things. I stopped the video long before we got to this part all those years ago.
“This is my favorite part. Even then, after only knowing me for two hours, you were always protecting me. Putting my interests first. You haven’t changed a bit in the almost six years since that moment.” Glancing back at Sierra, the love shining at me from her green eyes hits me right in the chest. I’d do anything for her. Yelling at a porn producer was nothing.
I shift my attention back to the screen where the younger me has just settled his face between her thighs.
That is exactly where I want to be at this moment as well. I pull her ass to the edge of the mattress and throw her legs over my shoulders. I don’t hesitate at all before diving in, licking her from her dripping opening up over her clit and then back down. Her hands grip me by the hair, and she humps my face with abandon.
Having her here in real life moaning and screaming my name as I fuck her with my tongue, but also having her moans from six years ago filling the room is goddamn incredible. Like having surround sound for her orgasm. I glance to the TV and see that the twenty-two-year-old her is about to explode, so I pick up the speed, increasing my pressure on her clit with my tongue and shoving two of my fingers deep inside her. At the same moment, the screen Sierra and the current Sierra explode, their orgasms wildly similar, yet different. I’ve learned all the little ways to drive her even crazier than I did that day, and her orgasm goes on and on far out lasting the onscreen performance.
I lazily lick at her swollen cunt as she slowly comes down from her climax.
Nudging Sierra’s hip, she scoots back to the middle of the bed. Shucking my clothes off in record time, I climb on the bed, gathering her in my arms, and we watch as the me on the screen comforts Sierra, telling her everything will be okay, and I will always take care of her. Fuck if tears don’t spring to my eyes.
Everything about our lives together has been unconventional, from how we met to how our engagement played out. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I glance down at Sierra, cradled in my lap and arms. A tear rolls down her cheek.
“Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart.” The enormous gift she is to my life hits full strength, and I know she can see every one of the emotions I hold for her displayed in my eyes.
“Thank you for taking care of me, my big teddy bear.” We both laugh and turn back to the screen just as the camera shifts to where I kneel between her legs. I watch in rapt attention as she grips my cock on the TV and lines it up with her opening. If I had known at the time that no one else would ever see this footage, not even Liza, I would have focused the lens on her face. I wish I could see that pained yet blissed out expression that’s been burned into my brain.
Picking her up, I rearrange her until her legs wrap behind my back, and I’m at the perfect angle to slide deep inside her, our bodies from hips to chest pressed tight together. We both continue to watch as we slowly start to fuck on screen.
“I think we can do better than that now. Why don’t we show those kids how it’s done?”
Sierra laughs, that sweet sound making my heart and cock jump. “I don’t know. That was a pretty awesome day. Think you can top that, old man?”
“That a challenge?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, get ready then, girly.” I grip her hips tight, pulling her up and down my cock like I’m just using her body to jack myself off. “This pussy was made to milk my cock, wasn’t it?”
Sierra is so lost to her own pleasure, she doesn’t even respond, just lets her head fall back between her shoulders and enjoys the ride I’m taking her on. Leaning forward, I cover one nipple with my lips, sucking and pulling at it while she goes crazy in my arms.
“Oh God, that feels so good, Simon. Don’t stop.” Sierra is panting and begging, most the words coming from her mouth not making one lick of sense.
I completely forget about the video playing on our TV. The woman in front of me is every bit as gorgeous and captivating as she was the day I met her. More so, actually. She'd been too skinny that day, surviving for months on meals at the soup kitchen and free student activities on campus. She’s filled out in all the right places since then. Her thighs and hips thick and juicy, her waist dips in slightly before flaring out to her plump breasts. She’s a curvy goddess, grinding in my lap. What video could compare to that?
Pulling out, I flip Sierra onto all fours, and climb up onto my knees. I glance back to the screen to see where the younger versions of us are, the chump in that video could barely even hang for ten minutes. I slam back inside my wife and hold still, reaching up to cup her chin and angle so she’s looking at the TV too.
“Look at the hot coed getting the virginity fucked out of her by her future husband.”
Sierra moans and shifts up and down my cock, refusing to stay still. I slap her ass as punishment but don’t stop her from screwing herself into a frenzy as I stay stock still behind her.
“Is my slutty little wife turned on by watching her cherry get popped?”
She nods frantically.
“If I would have known what a dirty wife you’d turn into, I would have marched you straight from that studio down to the courthouse and claimed you with my ring while my cum dripped out of your sweet cunt.” Unable to hold back, I thrust, my hips slapping Sierra’s ass just as she plunges back onto me.
She looks back over her shoulder, a smirk on her face that I know all too well means she’s about to give me hell. “If I recall, I had your cum dripping down my thighs under my white dress as we said our wedding vows.”
We both laugh a little. She had tried to insist we couldn’t have sex the day of our wedding, but I barged into the little room where she got dressed in the chapel and fucked her against the wall right before the ceremony started. If I have any say in the matter, I’ll never go a day in our lives together without being buried deep inside her.
Screams of ecstasy vibrate from the TV speakers. Our younger selves are coming like there is no tomorrow. Little do they know there is a life full of tomorrow’s ahead of them. As I watch the woman on screen scoop the cum on her stomach up with her fingers and licking it with her pink tongue, I almost lose my load. But I’ve learned a little thing called stamina since that day, and I don't plan to let go inside my wife until she’s come at least three times.
“Fuck, that is so hot.” Sierra renews her frantic movements, needing that release she’s come to crave since losing her virginity. “Please, Simon, fuck me like it's our first time.”
“Where do you want my cum, Sierra? You want me to come on your ass? Flip you over and come on your stomach? Your mouth? Or should I plant it deep inside you?” Gripping both her hips now, I fuck her hard and fast, my balls slapping up against her clit. The first time I fucked her hard like this, I was afraid I had bruised her, that I’d gone too far. But she loves it, loves seeing my finger marks on her for days after. Loves that sore, used feeling when she walks the next day.
