Robert and Trisha O’Day were still giggling as they stumbled into the front door of their home. Robert had been making little jokes about a particularly odd-looking friend of hers they’d seen a few minutes earlier.
“I’m serious,” he was saying. ‘It’s like God was working on her and realized that he was late for something, and just kind of threw her together and left! Her arms are too short for her body, her legs are too short for her arms, I mean, I’m sure she’s a delightful person, but come on!”
“You’re so mean, Bobby, and Josey’s a sweetheart,” Trisha objected, though jokingly. “How would you feel if some couple was making jokes about you?!” she said as she walked into the house in front of her husband.
He reached forward and cupped and caressed his wife’s soft, round tush, letting his hands slip down between her full cheeks as he replied, “Hell, I’m sure they do. Old-ass man like me, up in here with this smoking-hot young thing like you! I can’t even imagine the shit they talk about us!”
“Old? Baby, you look like you might be forty. And you still look good to me,” she declared as she turned around to give him a soft kiss. Robert eagerly returned the kiss, and suddenly they both felt like this had all the makings of one of their patented ‘Afternoon Snacks’.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he said, taking her tongue and sharing his. “Black does not crack.”
“Mm-mm” she hummed into the kiss, walking backward and pulling him along as she headed for the leather sofa in the family room. She laid back on the seat, pulling him down to her, and he covered her mouth with his, and their make-out session was in full swing. As he reached down to stroke her between her spread legs, they were both sorry she was wearing jeans instead of an easy-access skirt. Through the thick fabric of her jeans, he could feel moist heat building against his fingers, and the sponginess of her thick, curly pubic hair. Trisha moaned deeply, spreading her thighs wide and moving up against her husband. She hugged his shoulders tightly as they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together sensuously in a well-choreographed rhythm.
“You wanna take this to the bedroom?” Robert asked as he pressed his hard shaft against her.
“No,” she answered breathlessly, “fuck me right here on my favorite couch.”
Robert pushed himself up off his wife and started quickly pulling off his clothes, tossing them unceremoniously on the floor. “What time is Maya getting home?” he asked referring to their twenty-year-old daughter who still lived at home while in college.
Trisha had already shed her top and bra and was up, shimmying out of her jeans, and pulling her white cotton panties down with them. “We have almost an hour,” she said, smiling. Both of them naked, she laid back on the expensive and well-made leather sofa, pulling Robert down on top of her again, saying, “So take your time and fuck your baby right!”
Robert resumed his passionate kisses, and quickly left her mouth, licking and nipping on her smooth caramel skin. He nibbled her ears, placing kisses and licks along her jaw where she was ticklish, causing her to giggle out loud. Almost twenty-three years of marriage and every time he heard her laugh, the sound of her happiness made him fall in love with her all over again.
They both knew where his hungry mouth was heading, and she couldn’t wait for his lips to once again claim ownership of her needy, rapidly overheating sex. He delighted in suckling her sensitive nipples, focusing first on giving each nipple some attention, but then quickly opened his mouth wide to suck as much of her pert little buds as he could into his mouth. It felt like he had her whole tit in his mouth, sucking each one hard, drawing it as deep as he could, marking each, gently raking his teeth against the soft flesh. Trisha groaned in pleasure, and held her husband's head tight against her breast, encouraging him to suck harder, to hurt her… but it hurt so good.
All her life, she'd never been much more than an A cup. She'd always complained that she had no tits, but Robert assured her time and time again that her breasts were absolutely perfect for him. Just a precious mouthful, he'd always say. After she had Maya, she was pleased that she had blown up to a C, but after the milk was gone, everything reverted right back to shape. Now, after all these years, she was absolutely thrilled with her tiny little titties, because she knew her man worshiped them. And that's exactly what he was doing now, on his trip to the furry promised land between her thighs.
After paying due homage to her now tingling little orbs, Robert licked down her smooth flat belly and felt his chin brush her curls. He put his nose right against her opening and breathed deeply, intoxicated by her essence. On another, more romantic session, he would take his time and tease her, lick up and down her thighs, and blow gently against her lips, until she was pulling his head towards her, practically begging him to eat her. But that wasn't this time. This time, knowing that their daughter was on the way home and could walk in on them any moment, he dove right in.
After twenty-two years of a very happy marriage, one filled with hours and hours of passionate lovemaking, interspersed with hours and hours of bone-rattling fucking in every room of the house, indoor sex, outdoor sex, sex in public, serendipitous sex in private, and sex in virtually any iteration you could think of, Robert knew exactly what buttons to push and where those buttons were found deep inside his wife. His lips on her lower ones, drinking her feminine honey, his tongue beating an irregular cadence on her extended clit. Two fingers inside her quim, finding her G spot right where he left it. He knew her every sound, every whimper, every moan.
As her breath quickened and her moans increased, he pulled his dripping wet middle finger from her pulsing pussy and slipped the warm, wet appendage into her tight, puckered starfish. Suddenly, her body seized up calling, going stock still. She started vibrating just a little from head to toe. He pulled the finger out of her gash, and replaced it with his tongue, waiting for his reward. Right on cue she groaned loudly, grabbed the back of his head, and fixed it tightly to her core. She wrapped her legs around his head and rode his face all the way to heaven. As her pussy pulsed against her husband's sucking greedy mouth, she squirted her loving essence right into his waiting throat. The orgasm seemed to last forever. Robert never stopped licking, and sucking, and swallowing everything she offered him. Finally, it was too much, and she pushed him away.
But this was a dance that was years in the making. She knew exactly what came next. She unwrapped her long brown legs from around her husband's face, and put one leg on the back of the sofa and the other leg on the floor. Simultaneously, Robert got up off his knees from the floor and knelt on the sofa, and quickly slid his thick cock deep into his waiting wife, eliciting a deeply satisfied groan from the both of them. They resumed their kissing, and Trisha could taste herself on her husband's face. Their tongues began to dance again, and the intensity of their kisses matched the intensity of his thrusts, as he pounded away inside her. They often made sweet tender love. This was not that... This was fucking.
He was pounding her as hard as he could, and she was taking it as good as he gave. In the throes of their passion, it felt like he was railing her forever. As if this was their new eternal existence, him pounding into her willing yet abused womanhood, her existing only to receive his dick. In reality, as high as their passions were, it was only a few seconds, and they both exploded again together. Robert luxuriated in the feel of his seed being poured into his wife, his girl, his sweet, sweet baby. He loved her more than anything in the world and this was the pinnacle of his existence. As they came down, he gazed into her eyes once again. They kissed tenderly. This was the love-making part. This is how it always ended, with them tenderly kissing each other, loving each other, still joining together as one.
“How do you always make me cum so hard?” she breathed.
He answered, “Because I love you. And you drive me crazy with that tight little body of yours. I mean, all these years and you haven't put on a pound? It's like I'm still sleeping with that twenty-two-year-old!” he laughed.
She scoffed, “I have to keep it tight, she said. I have no intention of letting some actual twenty-two-year-old skank steal your ass away. I promised myself when we started, I would always keep my man satisfied! And as much as you satisfy me, I figure it's the least I can do!”
It felt like only a few minutes had passed. Robert glanced at his watch and realized it had almost been an hour. Maya was fully aware that her parents were both very much in love, and very sexually active. But no parent wants their young adult child to walk in on them butt naked on the sofa with the smell of sex in the air. They quickly got up and got dressed. As Trisha was fastening her pants and smoothing her shirt down, the door opened and Maya walked in.
The first thing she noticed was her parents looking at her sort of guiltily as if she’d almost caught them doing something naughty. Then the unmistakable scent of their arousal wafted over her in full force.
Shaking her head and frowning in reproach, she said, “Augh! That’s gross. Do you have to do that here? Go get a room!”
“We have room,” said Trisha.
“It’s called our house,” added Robert, “so it seemed like the perfect place!”
“And since you live in that house rent-free, maybe you need to get a room,” added her mother, though she smiled as she said it. Trisha was in the unbothered, beatific mood of a woman who had just been soundly fucked. For some reason, that irked Maya, whose last good, sound fucking was slowly receding into the mists of time. She huffed and walked through to the kitchen for a snack. “Whatever,” she mumbled under her breath. “Anyway, I brought the mail in. Apparently, you were too busy to go grab it.”
“I guess that’s true,” answered Trisha. “Your dad was busy making a deposit!” she joked, laughing at her daughter’s obvious discomfort.
“God!” exclaimed Maya, “why can’t you guys be like other parents? I mean, none of my friends' parents act like you guys! You’re always up on top of each other, acting like a couple of horny teenagers. It’s disgusting!”
Robert came into the kitchen and pointed at Maya, saying, “You say that like it’s a bad thing! Like we’re supposed to apologize for still being into each other?! Damn, girl, just look at your mama! She fine as hell!”
“Thank you, baby,” purred Trisha.
He walked back to his wife and put his arms around her, pulling her close. “You are,” he said softly. Then he turned back to Maya and continued, “So of course I wanna hit this as often as I can. But li’l girl, you’re fine as hell, too. I promise you there’s a long line of brothas just begging to give you the same treatment! Maybe if you get laid, you’ll stop bein’ so god-damned cranky!”