By: Michael Lee

"I'm, . . . I'm, . . . oh yeah, here it comes, baby. You ready?" Paul was lying between his wife's open thighs, fucking her like a jackrabbit. He looked down at Jennifer's face as his passion rose to its climax. Jennifer, however appeared to be somewhere else. She was looking off to the side with a disinterested stare. She was not moving, nor making any sound. Paul's heart fell. He could feel his passion ebb, but he wanted to come. So he closed his eyes and fantasized about the girl from "Will and Grace". She was his go to fantasy girl when the situation called for drastic action. The uncanny resemblance to his pretty wife lying beneath him made her the obvious choice. But his fantasy fuck always had more enthusiasm for his cock than his wife did. Finally, he came. Jennifer appeared relieved and got up even before his cum had finished spurting from his shrinking cock. The last drops landed on the clean, rumpled sheet.

Oh hell, Paul thought. That was great. Whoopee. He did not feel satisfied, only guilty. This was not the passionate end to the romantic evening he had hoped for. Paul had surprised Jennifer with flowers and reservations at the nicest restaurant in town. As they dressed for the evening, Paul commented on how gorgeous Jennifer looked in her tight black dress. She had pulled her long red hair up high on her head, and her dress showed every smooth curve of her luscious body. He could tell she was not wearing a bra as they walked out the door. Every man in the restaurant glanced at Jennifer as she walked in, her chest bouncing deliciously under the thin fabric. They had enjoyed a five-course meal and two bottles of a fine Chardonnay. Jennifer appeared to be enjoying herself more than he had seen in quite some time. When they arrived back home, they sat on the couch, talked, and listened to music. The evening seemed to be going perfectly, and he could think of no better finish than making passionate love to his beautiful wife.

Finally, he took her to bed. He slowly and softly removed her dress and panties. He took his time arousing her with his fingers and then his tongue, but Jennifer was not responding.

After several long minutes, she whispered "Come on Paul. Let's just finish this, okay? I'm getting kind of tired."

With that, he had climbed on top of her and entered her somewhat dry pussy. She never seemed to be as wet as she used to be, and she hadn't come in six weeks. Paul didn't know what to do.

Their sex life had not always been this way. Paul and Jennifer had met when he was 22 and she was 19. Although she was three years younger, Jennifer had been the one with the most sexual experience. They never talked about specifics, but he knew her reputation was not the best. He had heard guys in town talk about how wild she was in bed, and he thought that she had slept with at least ten guys before him. In fact, the main reason he had asked her out was due to her reputation as being "easy". Although Paul was considered to be very handsome, he was somewhat shy around women. As a result, Paul had only slept with two other girls before Jennifer.

Paul and Jennifer went to a movie on their first date, and the rumors about her turned out to be true. He fucked her on his couch within thirty minutes of arriving home. Paul still looks back on that night from time to time. She was the wildest, most uninhibited girl he had ever seen. She had sucked him until he came and she swallowed every drop. She talked dirty to him, and when she removed her panties, he discovered that she kept her pussy lips shaved. She had four orgasms that night, he had three. He was hopelessly in love by the time he lay down next to her to sleep. She spent the night, and they had never been apart since. Jennifer fell in love with Paul just as fast and just as hard. They were engaged within six months, and were married three months after that.

They had now been married four and a half years. He knew that she had never cheated on him, but he also knew that he no longer satisfied his wife. All he had to do was remember their first night together to realize that. Their sex life began to fizzle about two years into the marriage. Paul was working 60 hours a week, and his wife was alone too many nights. He now feared his marriage would fail.

Jennifer got back into bed and turned out the light. She rolled on her side with her back facing him. Paul sat up in bed.

"Jen, we have to talk."

"Please, baby, not tonight, it's my first day at the new job tomorrow."

"Now, Jen."

Jennifer sighed. "All right."

"Jen, I don't know what to do to turn you on anymore. I know I'm not the greatest lover in the world, but I am trying. Look, I can't do this alone. I need you to help me. Can you tell me why you aren't enjoying sex? Do you not love me anymore? Is that it?"

Jennifer turned and took Paul's hands. She noticed his hands were shaking. "No, oh no Paul. Don't think that. I still love you, just as much as ever. Please don't worry about that. I know I am having some problems right now, but that is not it. Do you believe me when I say that I love you?"

"Well, sometimes, I just don't know. I mean, what I am supposed to think when you cringe every time I touch you? I love you, and I want to make love to you, too. Is that so wrong?"

"No, it's not. And it's not fair for me to be like this. I just." Jennifer fell silent and looked away. Paul took her chin and turned her face to look at him.

"What? Come on and tell me. What is it?"

"Our sex just isn't exciting anymore. We do the same thing every time. We kiss, I suck you, you eat me, then we make love. The same thing every time. I guess I'm just a little bored with it. You know before we met, I was kind of wild. I did a lot of things I am not particularly proud of, but I did them anyway. I lived my life the way I wanted to, and I did everything I wanted to do. Especially sex. I did the craziest things; you have no idea what I used to do. I guess I was kind of a slut. I know you heard the rumors, but you loved me anyway. And I am so glad I found you. I was tired of sex, and I wanted love. I found you and had both for a while, but now I kind of miss the wild times."

"Well, what do you suggest? What do you want to do about it?"

"Annie told me about this book she bought for her husband. It had some great suggestions on ways couples can spice up their sex lives. She said that it transformed them into fucking machines. I bet you would like to have your little fucking machine back, wouldn't you?"

Paul knew right then that he would be making a trip to the bookstore the next day. They talked about other ways to rekindle their sex life and each made good suggestions. Paul fell asleep confidant that the worst was over. He now had hope.

The next day, Paul left work at lunch for the local Barnes & Noble. As he looked around the store for the section on sexuality, he began to feel slightly embarrassed. His embarrassment turned to blind fear as he began to leaf through the pages of the books on display. He imagined every woman in the store was watching him and laughing about his obvious sexual inadequacies. His cheeks were burning as he finally found the book Jennifer wanted. He grabbed it and raced to the checkout. Fortunately, there were two guys at the registers. He certainly didn't want to hand his purchase to a girl.

He was next in line when a pretty young woman opened a register, looked at him and said "May I help you?"

Paul swallowed and stepped up to the register. He handed her the book and reached for his wallet, avoiding all eye contact.

The pretty clerk would have none of that, however. She thought he was very cute, and was flattered by his obvious embarrassment. "Very good choice," she said, looking directly into his eyes. Paul noticed, rather uncomfortably, that her eyes were a gorgeous shade of green.

"Uh, thank you, I guess. This book really isn't for me. It's for a friend," he stammered.

"Must be some friend. My boyfriend bought that book for me two months ago. I can assure you that your friend will be quite pleased." She leaned forward and whispered, "I suggest you check out page 138. I can't tell you how many times I've come to that one."

Paul was stunned. He looked around to see if anyone was noticing their increasingly hot conversation. This girl was really getting to him. He felt his cock stir in his pants. Well, what's a little harmless flirting? He decided to press her for more.

"So, what exactly is so great about page 138?"

"Tell you what," she said. "I get a break in five minutes. How about meeting me in the café, and I'll show you all the good parts."

Paul agreed. He looked at some magazines and studied his watch. The five minutes felt like two hours. 'What the hell are you doing?' his mind asked. 'Shut up', answered his cock. He was very aroused, and his hard-on pushed out his pants like a small teepee. At this point, he didn't particularly care.

Finally, he sat down at a table and waited. A few minutes later, she showed up.

"Please, sit down," Paul said as he offered a chair to the pretty clerk. She pulled the chair over and sat right next to him. Immediately, she opened the book and began turning the pages.

"Oh my God, this book is so hot. Your lady friend will be in debt to you for years to come! Is this for your girlfriend?"

"No, it's for my wife." Paul began to feel a little uncomfortable at the direction the conversation was headed.

"Well, she must be the luckiest woman in town to have a husband as thoughtful as you."

Paul blushed. "Thank you, I hope you are right."

"She will thank you after page 138, that's for certain," she laughed.

"So what is so great about page 138?"

"Look."

Paul looked at the page opened in front of him. The section was obviously dedicated to the proper way to orally please a woman. Several explicit photographs documented the technique in full color glory. Each photo showed a close-up of a beautiful pussy, with fingers and tongue caressing all her most intimate places. The pictures left nothing to the imagination, and Paul could even see her glistening moisture leaking out of her, coating the man's face and fingers. Her pussy was completely shaven, to provide more detailed pictures Paul thought. Paul's hard-on was now in full bloom.

"That's quite a scene, isn't it?" the pretty clerk asked. "Doesn't she have the prettiest pussy you ever saw? You know I shaved myself after seeing this page. I can't tell you how great it feels to be licked like that when you are smooth." She looked down and noticed Paul's erection. "I think you like what you see, don't you?"

Paul started to turn the pages of the book. Image after image of explicit sex flashed before his eyes. He saw cocks, pussies, tits, and even cum. He could feel the warmth of the girl next to him as they looked at the pictures together. Finally, they came to a section on fantasy. She stopped his hand and said, "Wait, this is one of the best parts. Here, read this."

Paul began to read silently. "No, silly," she teased. "Read it to me."

"Fantasy and role playing are two large parts of male and female sexuality. Few things can provide erotic stimulation as effectively as fantasy. This fact is readily apparent in male sexuality. Obviously evident in the media aimed directly at the male population, particularly pornography, its usefulness as a tool for female sexual stimulation should not be underestimated. The best way for a couple to explore the role of fantasy, and to another degree, role-playing is to talk openly about it. One effective way is to have a question and answer session, in a non-sexual environment. Then the fantasy may be incorporated into the lovemaking."

"Wow. That is so true." The girl looked directly at Paul. "Hey, thoughtful husband, what is your wife's favorite fantasy?"

Paul was embarrassed. He had no idea. "Well, to be honest, we never talk about fantasies."

"Okay, what was her hottest sexual experience? Do you guys talk about past lovers? My boyfriend and I talk about past lovers all the time. It really gets us hot."

"Well, I know she was pretty wild before we met, and I did sleep with her on our first date. But you know all of my wildest experiences have been with her. Come on, how about you? What was your wildest time?"

The girl hesitated before answering. Paul thought he might have gone to far, but she looked at her hands and began to talk very softly, almost whispering.

"All right. I'll tell you, but you can't repeat any of this, okay? When I was 18 and a freshman in college, I once fucked three guys. At the same time. You see, even in high school, I was always the 'bad girl'. I did every guy I dated, from 16-year-old boys, to 20-year-old college guys. I must have fucked at least thirty guys. I just loved sex. I loved the power I had over the guys. I could make the strongest guys whimper and beg like little babies. So by the time I got to college, I thought I was pretty hot. Well, I was wrong.

"At college, I met several girls who had done much more than I had. They had sex in public places, and several had even been in threesomes. I had never done any of that, but I knew I wanted to try.

"So one night, my friend Janet and I went to a club to hang out. There we met a group of guys from another school who were in town to play lacrosse. We started drinking and dancing and before long Janet and I were alone with five guys. As the bar was closing, they asked if we wanted to go back to their hotel. We agreed.

"Once we got inside, one of the guys came up to me and put his arm around me. We began to kiss and before long, we were lying on one of the beds, just making out. He reached up and squeezed my tits as I began to rub the bulge in his pants. I had forgotten about all the others in the room until I felt someone else unzipping my jeans. I raised my hips and let him pull off my jeans and panties. At this point, I was so turned on I didn't care who was watching. I just wanted to fuck the guy I had on the bed. But the others had different ideas. They didn't want to watch; they wanted to fuck. And since there were only two girls, we had to share. I looked over at the other bed and saw Janet giving a blowjob to one guy while another was pulling up her skirt and removing her panties."

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was unbelievable. He was so turned on and he could see the front of his khakis getting a small wet spot from the fluid leaking from his throbbing cock. She didn't notice, and continued with her tale.

"Suddenly, I felt a hand rubbing my pussy. A pair of strong hands lifted my hips and I felt a cock shoved deep in my pussy. I turned around to see some guy fucking me. I didn't even know his name. He just started pounding away. I turned back to the guy on the bed, I think his name was Jim, and pulled his pants off. I grabbed his dick and began to lick and kiss it through my moans. Although it was hard to concentrate while being fucked, I took his whole length into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. As I sucked him, I heard Janet talking next to me. She was saying things like, oh yeah, fuck me, fuck my pussy, that kind of stuff. I turned and saw her sitting on one guy, while another was on top of her. She was taking one in her pussy and the other in her ass. I had never seen this before, so I didn't know it could be done. But I knew right then that I had to try it. Well, I didn't have to wait long.

"As I sucked, the guy fucking me stopped and pulled out. I took the cock from my mouth, and Jim lay down on the bed. I moved up and sat down on his hard cock. Another guy got behind me and stuck a finger coated with lube up my asshole. He soon worked another finger in my tight ass, preparing me for what was about to happen. Soon he replaced his fingers with his cock, and began to push. He told me to hold still and relax so he could get it in me. I tried to do what he said, but my ass started to hurt as he pushed.

"Everyone had stopped to watch me, even Janet. She told me to push like I had to go to the bathroom while I leaned back on his cock. I did this, and suddenly he was in. We began to bounce wildly on the bed, and I was literally screaming. I had no idea anything could feel like that. Someone in the room said, my God shut her up before they call security on us. That's when the last guy in the room climbed on the bed in front of me and stuck his dick in my face. I immediately took his cock in my mouth, and started sucking in between my moans and cries. I will never forget the sounds I heard in that room that night. Janet and I were fucking five guys, at the same time. All you could hear were grunts, groans, and cries. Some of the guys would say things like, how do you like this, or, ohhh you are tight, or fuck me, you know the things guys say. Anyway we continued for a couple of hours before Janet and I sneaked out and caught a cab back to our dorm. We never knew their names, and never saw them again. That was the only time I did something like that."

Paul looked at her. She looked as if she had just awakened from a dream. There was a faraway look in her eyes. Then, she came back to reality. She took his hands and gazed directly into his eyes.

"Okay, I told you that. Now you have to tell me your fantasy. Come on. Tell me."

Paul looked around to make sure he saw no one he knew. "This is kind of embarrassing, but I've always wanted to fuck a stranger. No names, just hot, passionate sex. She would let me do everything to her. She would beg for it, and would love fucking as much as I do."

He now thought that he had a good chance at getting this girl. Anyone who would talk to a perfect stranger like this had to be hot. He made up the fantasy to see if it would interest her. Much to Paul's surprise, it seemed to be working. The girl looked around, then looked directly at Paul's hard-on straining at his pants. She had to know what was happening.

"You know, that sounds like my fantasy, except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"My fantasy is to fucked by a stranger in a public place. Like a bathroom, or in a car."

Paul had to take the chance he had been given. "Hey, why don't we slip into the men's room for a few minutes? What do you say? Let's make both of our fantasies come true. Right now. Okay?"

She hesitated. "I don't know. Look I just started working here. If my boss found out, he'd fire me on the spot."

"Come on, how many chances do you get like this? You know you want it, don't you?"

The girl thought it over. Finally, she said, "Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me right now. All right, I'll do it. Look, you go in first and make sure it's empty. Let's go."

She took his hand and led him to the restrooms. Paul checked the stalls and discovered they were empty. When he came back out, he noticed that a sign was up stating the restroom was closed for cleaning. She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. They immediately embraced and began to kiss. Her hands were all over his ass. She ground her pelvis at his hard cock and moaned loudly as they kissed. Paul broke the kiss and lifted her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra. He leaned over and started to circle her erect nipple with his tongue. He made lazy, slow circles until he engulfed it into his mouth. Her nipples must have been very sensitive because she cried out as soon as he started to suck. He reached under her skirt and rubbed her pussy through the thin silk of her panties. As he slipped his finger under the elastic band of her leg, he discovered that she was soaking wet. Obviously, the hot talk and pictures had the same effect on her. He started stroking her slit from the top to the bottom, parting the soft lips, and then retreating back to her hard little clit. By now she was moaning loudly as she slowly rotated her hips around his finger. He could smell her hot pussy and could feel her juices running down her thigh.

She began whispering, "Ohhhh, yes. That's it. That's the spot. Ohhhh, God, yes." She was breathing very hard and her hand was rubbing the length of his dick through his pants. Paul pulled away just long enough to pick her up and set her down on the countertop. He reached under her skirt and pulled her red lace panties off. She leaned back and put her heels on the counter. Paul could see her delicate pussy, with its pouting lips slightly open. She was so wet, her pussy and the tops of both thighs glistened in the light.

She began to urgently beg Paul to eat her. "Please, eat me. Come on, kiss my pussy. Lick me just like in the book. Show me what you have learned."

Paul knelt in front of her wet pussy and began to lick around her center. He wanted to eat her forever, to spin it out until she begged for release. He carefully licked each lip, then softly pulled the lips apart. As he held her open, he kissed her inner thighs, and lightly brushed his tongue across her clit. She shuddered as his tongue touched her most sensitive spot. He continued these games of hit and miss for several minutes, bringing her closer, just to back off again. He knew the teasing was having an effect on her.

"Ooooooo, come on, lick it. Please," she pleaded.

Paul decided she had enough, so he placed the tip of his tongue at her opening and pushed it inside. Her slightly salty taste and musky smell made him crazy with lust. His hands were trembling as he began to lap at her in a frenzy. Then he replaced his tongue with two fingers and began to softly flick his tongue in circles across her clit. He moved it up and around, trying to vary the pattern as much as he could. She grabbed his head and pushed him at her pussy as if she wanted his face to squeeze inside.

"Oooooo, yesss. I'm gonna come! Ahhhhh, yesss, . . . yessss!" She continued to scream as her orgasm went on and on, seemingly forever. Her hips were bucking as if she wanted to throw him off and her pussy was clinching around his fingers buried deep inside her. As she settled down, Paul kissed his way back to her face. They passionately kissed as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Paul pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles as she grabbed his thick shaft. Slowly, she looked down at his cock.

"Oh yeah, are you hung! I was hoping you were big, but I didn't expect this. Boy, am I going to enjoy this."

"So, do you like it? Is it big enough to fill you up?"

"Oh, yes. Come on and try it. Fuck me. Put it in. Don't you want to feel my pussy?"

Paul let his actions do the talking. He grabbed his prick and rubbed the head the full length of her slit. He rubbed it up and down, teasing her and getting his cock nice and slick. He placed the thick head at her opening and slowly pushed all the way inside her steaming pussy. She grunted like an animal as he sunk inside.

"Oh God, you feel so good", she cried, softly. "Ohhh, . . . oooooo, yeah. That's it. Yeah, just like that. Keep it up, baby."

She ground her pussy on him each time he buried his shaft in her. After several minutes of intense fucking, she reached down and grabbed his balls. Her fingers rubbed up and down his shaft as he stroked in and out of her wet pussy. She would rub her clit, then squeeze his balls. She stared down at her pussy as he continued to fuck her. God, she is hot, Paul thought.

She began to talk as Paul began to pick up the pace.

"Oh . . . my . . Ohhhh, noooo, I can't stand it. Come on, come in my pussy, I can't take anymore of this. I'm . . . I'm coming, yesss,. . . ooohhhh, yesssss!"

"Do you want me to come in your pussy? Is that where you want it? God, you are so hot, I can't believe how hot and tight you are! Are you ready for it? Huh? Uhhh, uhhh, yeah, here it is! Uhhhhh!"

Paul could feel her pussy clenching his shaft as he unloaded his sperm deep in her pussy. Spurt after spurt erupted from him. He thought it would last forever.

The girl kept on shouting "Yesss, yesss, fill me up! Oh, God I can feel all of your cum in me. Oh baby, you are so hot!"

Afterwards, he brought her some tissue to clean up with, but she shook her head. "That's OK," she said. "I think I want to walk around with your cum in my pussy. It feels so good in there. And it will be fun talking to my boss and the other customers with my pussy full of cum."

"Thanks for the great time," Paul said. "You've just made my hottest sexual experience list. In fact, that was number one. I'll never forget it."

As she pulled her panties back up, she looked seriously at him. "Hey, be nice to your wife. Take your time with her, and listen to what she has to say. Ask her about her past lovers. Talk about your fantasies. You won't believe the change."

Paul pulled his pants on, and kissed her one more time. As he left the restroom, he noticed two girls whispering and pointing at him. He wondered if they had heard them, but he didn't care. He wasn't even embarrassed about the wet spot on the front of his pants. Despite what had just occurred, he was looking forward to coming home to his wife. He knew that they could make it work out, and he knew he still loved her, now more than ever.

Paul could not concentrate during the remainder of his workday. He flew out of his office as soon as his watch read 6:00. He could barely conceal his erection as he walked through the parking lot to his car. As he reached the car, he saw something strange on the antenna. As he lifted it off, he recognized the panties from the girl at the bookstore. The crotch of the red lace panties were stiff from all the dried cum. As he held the panties in his hand, he looked up and noticed his secretary staring at him with a look of disgust on her face. Paul wondered what she was thinking. After all, it isn't every day that your boss pulls a pair of lacy panties from his antenna. Oh well. Let her think what she wants. He smiled as he brought the panties up to his nose for a quick sniff. He recognized the scent, and the memories of his afternoon caused his cock to strain against his pants. He quickly stuffed the soiled underwear into his pocket and drove home.

Jennifer's car was in the drive as he pulled in. As he walked inside, he forgot about the panties in his pocket. Jennifer was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. He leaned over, kissed her then sat beside her on the couch.

"So, how was your first day on the job?" Paul asked, grinning at his pretty wife.

"Well, it was very interesting. I met some of the nicest people. And the customers, well you wouldn't believe how much one customer helped me. It will be difficult to have another day as great as this one has been. So," Jennifer asked excitedly. "Did you get the book?"

Paul opened the bag. "Yep, it's right here. And the saleslady recommended page 138 to us."

"Oh she did, did she?" Jennifer teased as she threw her leg over her husband. "Exactly what is so great about page 138?"

"Well, I guess I can show you."

They began to kiss. They kissed with a passion neither had felt in some time. As Jennifer reached down to rub his crotch, she felt the soft bulge in his pocket.

"Hey, what do you have in there?"

Paul looked slightly nervous as he said, "Ah, nothing Jen. Let me, ah, get a drink first, okay?"

Jennifer insisted. "No, let me see what it is." She reached into his pocket and pulled out the cum stained panties. She stared in silence at them before looking up at her husband.

"So, I guess no pervert at your office swiped these off your radio antenna, huh?"

"No. But I did catch Betty staring at them as I put them in my pocket. She won't talk to me for a while. You are a piece of work, honey. You can't believe how turned on I was to see your panties on my car like that. I can't imagine what the others at the office think of me now."

Jennifer laughed. "What they think about you? What about me? Several people asked me who I had lunch with. And two of the other checkout girls asked me how you were after we finished. I guess our little secret fuck wasn't quite so secret."

"Oh, but Jen, you were great. You should have been an actress. God, I almost believed that I was fucking a stranger after all! And that story you told me, was that true? Did you really fuck three guys at once?"

"Yeah, baby, it was. Every bit of it. Especially the part about how hot it makes me to talk about that kind of stuff with you. I've always wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how you would react. Is it okay? Do you still love me, even after knowing that?"

"Of course I do. Couldn't you see how hard I was when you told me? If anything, I love you even more. You can tell me stories like that anytime you want. Just make sure I can fuck after you are finished. That story made me so hot! I still can't get the image of you fucking three guys out of my mind."

"So," Jennifer teased as she lay down on the couch. "Do you want to try page 138, or not?"

Jennifer pulled her skirt up to her waist. She was wearing no underwear, and her pussy was still streaked with dried cum from their earlier fuck. She plunged her middle finger in her pussy and began to quickly rub her clit. She must have been thinking about this all day, because her bottom and thighs were already soaked with her fluids. Paul placed his mouth on her hot pussy and immediately licked at her core. She let out a long moan, and placed her hands on each side of his head. As he ate her, she guided his tongue with her hands.

"Oooh, Paul, you are so good. Don't you dare stop. You are the best I've ever had. The hell with page 138, you are the best. Just keep kissing my pussy, don't stop, that's it, baby. Ooohhh, yessss, that's it! I'm coming, baby, . . . I'm coming, yessss, . . . ohhh God, yessss!"

Jennifer came with a series of jerks and spasms he had seldom seen before. As she recovered, Paul stood up and took off his pants. He placed his cock to her lips.

"Alright, now. Suck it Jen. Come on and suck my cock. I had you begging for it when you were spread open on the counter, so now you have to suck it all in. Every inch. I know you can do it. How many cocks have you sucked? Come on, tell me how many."

She looked up and said, "I have sucked so many, I lost count. But I know its at least 30. But baby, you have the best tasting cum of them all. That's why I never sucked another after I met you. You had the cock of my dreams. No one can make me come like you can. All right, I'll blow you. But I want you to come in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop of your sweet cum."

Jennifer opened up and slid Paul's cock into her hungry mouth. She kept pushing it in until her lips were pressed in his pubic hair. She squeezed the bottom of his shaft as she held his cock still. Then she pulled it back out, pressing the underside with her tongue. She licked his opening and swirled her tongue around his wide head, while she swiftly jacked his glistening shaft with her hand. She placed the head into her mouth and began to suck him in. Faster and faster she sucked, until he felt his cum swelling inside of his balls. She could feel his nuts tighten as she prepared for the fountain she knew was coming. Paul grunted as he erupted in her mouth. Shot after shot of hot cum splashed her mouth and tongue as she continued to suck. She held his cum in her mouth as she continued to suck. She stopped only after he had softened in her mouth. Still holding his cum in her mouth, she smiled up at him. She opened her mouth so he could see what she had, then she swallowed it all. Paul bent down and kissed his pretty wife. He could taste his cum on her tongue as she stuck it into his mouth, but he didn't care. They kissed passionately for ten minutes until his erection had returned. She felt him rise again, then looked straight into his eyes.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now. Come on Paul, fuck me the way you did our first time. You were incredible then. I had never been fucked with such feeling, such love, before then. Fuck me like that again. Fuck me like that, and I'll love you forever."

Paul didn't need his wife to encourage him. All the emotions from the past five years were pouring from his heart as he aimed his prick at her pretty pink hole. He plunged in with a cry of passion that shook him to his soul. He loved her again with an intensity that had been forgotten. It felt as if five years had been erased, and he was rediscovering again how much he loved her. As Jennifer wrapped her long legs around his waist, he could feel the hot walls of her pussy squeezing his shaft like a tiny fist. Jennifer always had incredible muscle control and could sometimes make him come without even moving. She was using every once of her strength to give him as much pleasure as she could. She too, loved this man with a unique intensity unrivaled by any previous lover. He was the best in her heart, and the best in her pussy. She could never cheat on him. As she thought about this, she felt her orgasm rise from her like a wave. On and on it went, until finally, it broke. She froze, and could not move a muscle. Wave after wave of intense pleasure erupted from her pussy, and all she could do was hold on to her husband.

After a few more minutes, Paul too reached his climax. He began thrusting at her open pussy as hard and as fast as he could before he pushed deep inside her and held still. His dick jumped and leaped inside her contracting pussy, filling her to the brim. Jennifer ground her clit into his pubic bone as she coaxed his cum from his cock. He fell across Jennifer's chest, exhausted from events of the day. As his prick softened inside her, she kissed him softly on his neck as he dozed off.

He awoke several hours later with a raging hard-on. To his surprise, he was still in Jennifer's pussy. He slowly pulled out, then gently pushed himself back in. She was still full of cum from their earlier coupling, and the wet, slick sides of her tight pussy made his heart race with desire. He began to fuck her with a slow and easy rhythm as she continued to sleep. Soon, a moan escaped her parted lips, and her eyes fluttered open. As she realized what was happening to her, she reached down and grabbed his ass with both hands. She pressed him into her as far as he could go, then she just held him there. They started to kiss, and Jennifer squeezed her husband's cock. She began to squeeze, then release, squeeze, then release, as if she wanted to milk the cum out of his shaft. Paul loved the feeling of her pussy as it massaged his cock. This went on for several minutes until he could stand no more. Jennifer sensed her husband's urgency, and she slowly moved her hips downward as she squeezed. She stopped, leaving only the head of his cock inside her, then pushed her hips until he was half way inside.

"Don't move," she whispered. "Let me do this to you. You just lay still and enjoy."

She increased her pace as she fucked her husband. All Jennifer wanted was to give him a passionate, loving fuck. She kissed Paul as her hips rotated around his hard cock. She loved the feeling of control as she sought to return the pleasure he had given her that afternoon. Jennifer knew that their secret fuck in the restroom had produced the best orgasm of her young life, and she felt a renewed desire for Paul's cock that she could not express. She let her pussy express the need that her words could not.

Jennifer's movements were having the desired effect on her husband. Paul could feel the pressure mounting inside him as he reached the point of no return. He held back as long as he could, to ensure an extra powerful first spurt, before jet after jet of hot cum flooded her velvety tunnel. Jennifer continued to kiss him, as he emptied himself inside her.

"Oh . . . oh . . .God, Jen, that was incredible. Your pussy feels so good. God, you know how to fuck, don't you? You are definitely the best fuck in town. Do you know how many guys would knock down your door for a piece of your little pussy?"

"Well I should think so. Someday, I'll have to tell you about how I learned that trick. But I can tell you that every guy who has had it kept coming back for more until I had to run them off. I've never told you this, but at least 10 of my old lovers have tried to fuck me since we were married. But I would never let them touch me. This pussy is reserved only for you, my love."

"Jen, you can tell me that stuff anytime you want. Just remember our deal. I get to fuck you after you tell me."

"Baby, I get so hot thinking about those experiences that I'll have to fuck somebody", Jennifer teased. "I just hope you are the one that gets it!"

They held each other close as the night crept on. Jennifer quickly fell asleep as Paul remembered every touch of their torrid afternoon and evening. He felt a connection to his wife he feared had been lost. As he inhaled the sweet scent of her, he fondly remembered the day they first made love. She had laughed as his trembling, nervous hands fumbled while removing her bra. Later, her laughter turned to the cries of intense passion as he fucked her. He remembered the smell of her on his hands as he drove to work the next morning. Her scent had not changed one bit in the five years since. Paul gently stroked her tousled hair and kissed her brow as he finally whispered good night.

The next day, he walked in after work with flowers and a small box wrapped in a satin bow. Jennifer opened the box, and looked at her husband with a questioning glance.

"A bookend? Just one bookend?" She asked.

"Yes. This bookend symbolizes my life with you. Like a pair of bookends, everything holds together as long as we're together. Alone, everything will fall apart. One is worthless without the other. Jen, I am worthless without you."

Jennifer hugged her husband as tears wept from her eyes. He picked her up and carried her off to their bed. The bed that would no longer need a fantasy girl to complete the night.

THE END

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