Wendy's Lament: Prologue
The comforter tore from her teeth as her body strained again. She'd been biting it, fighting to muffle her cries of pleasure. Her breathing was rough and she gasped like a diver surfacing. Her lungs pumped hard. Her heart pumped hard.
Her hips and tight, grinding pussy pumped hard.
Short brown hair was plastered to her head in a combination of epic bed-head and sweaty exertion. Hunched over her husband's legs, her modest breasts dangled invitingly, her nipples and areolas engorged.
Her panting grunts and soft squeals were loud in her ears though she tried hard to contain them.
His hands felt powerful grasping the globes of her ass as she rode him frantically. But at the same time, they were loving. His fingers intruded into her ass crack teasingly. Her pale, shapely back writhed as she sought to wring more and more pleasure from their coupling.
Stacy was racing the clock. The alarm would go off at 7 and her husband had work today.
Her eyes were closed in concentration. She'd already climaxed several times but they had only served to raise her lust higher. Now she was working up to a good one, holding back and resisting release as long as possible... as long as she could stand. She needed it to finally put out the fire between her legs.
The alarm went off, the local classic rock station kicking into gear.
Crying now with the need for release, she reached for her clit, rubbing the tiny little pea desperately. She bit the back of her other hand trying to muzzle herself. The urgent tightening of her pussy caused Jared to snort and buck beneath her.
The sheets were drenched as theirs often were. Jared had already filled her cunt with his glorious essence once and her own secretions had flowed like a river over and over again as she came. The sheen of their fluids had spread as far as Jared's chest and down past his knees. It collected thickly across his hairy balls and Stacy smeared her hand in their leavings.
She brought the dripping hand to her mouth and sucked their juices down. The salty tang tripped her over the edge. Her hand clawed out of her mouth down her body as she slammed down onto her husband a final time. Shaking and grinding and moaning all over her husband's beautiful prick. "Please." she groaned, barely able to form the word. "Shoot. Cum. CUM!" she said, straining to form each syllable.
Jared's clasping hands wrenched at her buttocks, twisting her back and forth roughly. With each twist he gave a coughing, laughing grunt. One. Two. Thrrreee. FOUR!
Already buried in his wife to the root, still Jared surged up against her, muscles straining as his cock blasted her with his love once more.
Stacy was seeing stars. Each burning surge of semen across her womb sent floods of syrupy pleasure to her brain. Muttering silently, she said "thank you, thank you, thank you," over and over again as her beloved erupted and her body shimmered with ecstasy.
The radio played on as she rolled off her man and collapsed to the bed. A minute later, her heart still racing but breathing almost under control she whispered "Your turn to make coffee. And don't forget my mother's here so put something on!"
She was slightly amazed when her man was actually able to lever himself out of bed. Thirty seconds later, she heard him start the shower. She was asleep before he was done and later woke to find him at the bedroom door, dressed and groomed with a piece of toast in his hand. "Gotta go, honey. Your mom's set up in the kitchen; better get in there soon before she starts organizing your pantry." With a grin and a wave of his toast, he was out the door.