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Authors: Xondra Day
“
I pity your father,
”
said Jeff.
She
’
d had enough talking about her family. After spending the entire day with them, she wanted to purge them from her thoughts.
“
Let
’
s not talk about them.
”
She slid into bed alongside Jeff.
“
Today was
…
something. I
’
ve had enough of them to last me a lifetime.
”
“
I know something that can help you de-stress.
”
He pressed against her, his hard cock seeking refuge between her legs.
“
Mmm,
”
she said, pushing back against him. Even in her foulest moods, she was always in the mood for sex.
Jeff reached around and slid one hand inside the front of her panties, his fingers sliding down lower. She sucked in a breath when he found her clit with his index finger.
“
That
’
s nice.
”
She bit down on her bottom lip, enjoying the delicious sensation flooding through her.
She yielded to him, allowing him to slip one finger inside her, his thumb now manipulating her clit, teasing, stroking. And when he slipped a second finger inside, she begged him not to stop.
“
Don
’
t
…
please don
’
t stop.
”
She clenched her pussy around his fingers, knowing that soon they
’
d be replaced by his big, thick cock. She trembled in anticipation, her juices flowing.
“
Nice and wet,
”
whispered Jeff. His hot breath caressed her right ear, and then the back of her neck.
“
You
’
re going to feel great wrapped around my cock.
”
Ann moved in a slow rhythm, working his fingers. Then it happened, coming in hot, glorious waves of ecstasy. She came, hard.
* * * *
Jeff brought his fingers to his lips, tasting them, tasting Ann.
Sweet!
She never failed to excite him. He throbbed for her, ached for her, and pulling her panties aside, he slid inside her hot, wet pussy.
Groaning, he rolled over on his back, pulling her along with him until she was on top, lying back across him.
Jeff liked this position. And when Ann ground her hips down, rotating them, her pussy working his cock, he let loose with another deep groan as she milked him.
“
That
’
s it, baby,
”
he said, encouraging her.
“
Fuck your man, please your man with that hot cunt.
”
Ann turned her head slightly, a lustful smile forming.
“
Your hot cock feels so great. I never fucking tire of it. Go deep, fuck me good and hard. I want to feel you pounding me.
”
Never one not to oblige his wife, he grabbed her hips and started to pump, his cock sliding in and out of her slick tunnel while she moved in rhythm with him, working her clit on every downstroke with his fingers.
He reached up and grabbed Ann
’
s tits, squeezing her nipples just enough to cause her to clench around his cock. He felt the buds harden as he tweaked each of them with his free hand.
“
Fuck,
”
she said, “you
’
re about to make me come again. Sweet merciful!
”
He loved it when she talked dirty. It was so unlike her. Nothing like her usual day-to-day behavior, but once in bed, she always turned into one hell of a minx.
“
Ride my cock. Work your tight cunt around my cock. Come on, you know how I like it. Make me come inside you. Tell me how much you want me to explode deep inside your hot, wet pussy.
”
She liked hot talk. It often sent her over the edge. He knew this from experience.
“
Fill me with your hot cum. God, Jeff, oh my fucking God.
”
She groaned, her mouth now half open, her eyes shut.
“
Fuck,
”
she cried.
“
I
’
m coming baby!
”
That was all he needed to hear to induce his own orgasm. Jeff felt his balls draw up and that telltale sensation that shot up through his throbbing shaft. And there it was, hot cum, exploding from the tip of his cock, spewing deep inside his wife
’
s worked-over pussy.
After they stopped moving, he held his position for a moment, still inside her until she made the first move and slid off him, his cock now deflating, slick with their intermingled juices.
“
That was amazing,
”
said Ann, resting at his side.
Both slick with sweat and feeling the intense heat from not only their lovemaking but also from the night, he reached to the nightstand to turn on the small bedside fan.
“
You
’
re amazing,
”
he replied, curling one arm around her.
“
My hot, beautiful, and amazingly sexy wife.
”
“
You
’
re biased.
”
She rolled her eyes.
“
But always a good lay.
”
“
Well, gee, thanks for that. It
’
s good to know I
’
m useful for something,
”
he teased.
“
I don
’
t mind though. There are worst things for a man to be other than a sex toy.
”
“
You love being my sex toy.
”
She turned and kissed him.
“
Admit it.
”
He nodded.
“
I do. It
’
s awesome. I’d have it no other way.
”
They both snickered at their exchange of words.
Ann ran her fingers across his chest, her fingers settling in his sparse chest hair.
“
I hope it
’
s like this always. I hope things never change between us.
”
“
Me too,
”
he replied.
“
Forever and always, darling.
”
She glanced up at him, smiling. They kissed.
Chapter Two
Mike Monroe hated moving.
Standing in the middle of what he guessed was the combined living and dining area, he sighed looking at the mess that surrounded him from the move.
How had he managed to accumulate so much stuff over the past five years he lived at the old apartment? The thought was well beyond his realm of thinking. Yet here it was. His life for the past five years in many, many boxes.
Even with the stress of moving, he couldn
’
t help but be proud of his accomplishments. After four years of saving every bit of extra money, he was able to buy a house, a house that only just a few short years ago had been only a wishful dream.
“
So this is it,
”
he said aloud to the room.
“
I
’
m home.
”
Saying those words felt strange, as if it wasn
’
t real, that it couldn
’
t be real. But it was, and it felt damned good.
Still early morning, just a little after ten, he had a long day ahead of him. Thinking what to do next, Mike decided to start in the kitchen with the intention of tossing anything he didn
’
t need as he unpacked each box.
Opening the first box, the first thing that came to mind was not a thing but a person.
Jackson.
This box was supposed to go in the garage. He
’
d marked it specifically for that.
“
Damn it,
”
he cursed, looking in at its contents.
They
’
d been together for almost ten years, and two years ago Jackson had died suddenly of an aortic aneurysm. It happened fast. One day he was part of a couple and the next…alone.
Jackson left for work that morning and bang, at around two in the afternoon, Mike got the call that he was dead.
If things always happened for a reason in life, Mike certainly did not understand the reasoning behind Jackson
’
s death.
This one box contained the few things that he
’
d kept that belonged to Jackson. It was mainly personal stuff, things that always helped him to remember the good times they shared while together. It had been love. His only real love, and with that taken from him, there hadn
’
t been anyone else since.
Mike looked upwards at the ceiling.
“
Wish you were here,
”
he said, reaching down and grabbing the box.
“
I still miss ya, you dumbass.
”
He smiled, remembering how they would often go back and forth at each other like that.
Anyway, there was absolutely no sense in thinking about any of that. That was the past and already done with. Jackson was gone and he wasn
’
t coming back. He accepted that a long time ago.