The house was dark and quiet when I got home. It had been a very long day at work, with both lunch and dinner eaten on the fly. As I shed my jacket, my ears pricked up at the sound of music from upstairs. Soft jazz was drifting down through the house. Smiling, I headed up to the bathroom where I was pretty sure I would find my lover Dee.

Dee had been living with me temporarily while her apartment was being painted. It was a bit of a trial for us as a couple, too. My wife Angie, who was Dee’s younger sister, had left me the preceding winter for a guy in another city with whom she had been having an affair. Angie’s departure, and a failed attempt at a winning her back, had opened the door to a rather steamy relationship between me and my sister-in-law. Now Dee and I had spent a week living together, though neither of us seemed too eager to make it permanent yet.

I found Dee lounging in the big tub, the sweet scent of her lavender bath oil filling the air.

“You look cozy,” I said, beginning to unbutton my shirt, “Hope you’re okay with company.”

She smiled at me.

“Just winding down,” my sister-in-law said, “And company is most welcome.”

“I may get you wound up again,” I answered with a grin.

Dee grinned back. “That kind of wound up, I can deal with.”

I made a bit of a production of stripping, turning my back to Dee and slowly lowering my shirt while shimmying and swaying to the music. When the shirt was off, I turned and made a show of undoing my pants, my eyes locked with Dee’s as I did. Turning my back to her again, I dropped them to the floor leaving me in black briefs. I wiggled my ass at Dee, who responded with a giggle. Finally dropping the briefs, I slipped into the water facing Dee. She draped her legs over mine as I settled in with a sigh.

“It’s our three month anniversary,” Dee pointed out.

“That long, eh,” I answered, “Doesn’t feel like it.”

“No. It’s been fast and fun, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said absently.

My mind drifted to another anniversary that coincided with it. It had also been three months since I lost Angie. Even as I enjoyed the affair with her sister, my wife never completely left my thoughts, though the emotional and physical distance between us had made the feelings start to fade a little.

Dee caressed my thigh with a foot bringing my attention back to her.

“You’ve got something else on your mind?” she asked.

“You know.”

My sister-in-law sighed.

“She’s gone, Dave. I’m here. Can’t you let go of her for good?”

“It’s easier said than done. It’s taken you two years to get over Shaun,” I pointed out. Shaun was Dee’s ex-husband, who had left her under similar circumstances.

Dee nodded, and answered, “I know. I’m sorry. Just starting to really want you for myself.”

I managed to shift gears and get my mind back to the events of three months ago.

“That afternoon in the car, though, was probably the hottest of my life,” I reminisced, “First time in a car. First time anal.”

“Screwing my ass in a Cadillac was good for you, eh?” my sister-in-law responded with a big grin.

Dee’s foot moved between my thighs and she teased my cock and balls with her toes. My cock, already a bit aroused, stirring to life at the touch.

“Very good for me,” I answered, watching with delight at sight of my sister-in-law using her foot on me.

“Just the memory turns me on,” Dee said quietly, wiggling her toes in a way that kind of tickled my swollen rod.

“Me, too.”

Her foot was now rubbing my cock rather vigorously, getting me very aroused.

“I like that,” I said.

“Good. I like it, too.”

My cock was now rock hard and I was eager to put it somewhere other than under her foot.

“Turn around and show me that beautiful ass,” I said.

Grinning, my sister-in-law moved her foot away and turned around in the tub, thrusting her wet ass up into the air. I slid over and pressed my lips to Dee’s ass cheek while sliding a hand between her thighs. After kissing her ass, I gently bit her while entering her pussy with a finger. Slowly, I worked my mouth closer to my sister-in-law’s little back hole.

“Oh,” she gasped softly when I pressed my tongue against it and rimmed it.

I pulled my finger from her pussy and gently rubbed her clitoris while rimming her anus with my tongue. 

“There’s lube on the counter,” Dee said in a breathless voice.

Smiling, I dried my hands and grabbed the bottle. Coating a couple fingers with lube, I penetrated Dee’s bum with them, getting her hole nice and slick as I fingered her ass. Then I lubed my cock thoroughly, feasting my eyes on Dee’s big, beautiful behind as I did so.

Pressing the swollen head against her little opening, I whispered, “Ready?”

“Very,” she responded in a voice that was tense with anticipation. 

Slowly, I pushed into Dee’s body. I’d gotten used to the tightness of anal sex though I still worried about hurting my lover.

“Don’t be so fucking gentle,” she finally said when I was partway in, “Just give it to me.”

“As you wish,” I answered.

I began fucking Dee faster and harder, while sliding a hand down to work her pussy. Water splashed out on to the floor with the vigor of our activity but neither of us cared. That could be cleaned up easily.

Grabbing something on the side of the tub, Dee passed it back to me. I grinned as my fingers closed on a large pink dildo vibrator. I slipped it into my sister-in-law’s pussy and turned it on, fucking her pussy with the toy as I rammed my cock into her ass again and again.

“Oh fuck yes, baby!” she gasped loudly at the double penetration and the vibrations running through her body.

I didn’t say anything, totally lost in fucking the beautiful body in front of me. My sister-in-law always looked hot when in the midst of sex and this was a stellar moment even for her.

Finally, I exploded. I cried out as the orgasm welled up quickly from between my legs. The intensity shook my body and almost had me seeing stars.

Slipping my expended cock free, I got Dee to turn around. She sat on the edge of the tub with thighs open. My sister-in-law’s waxed mound and pink gash beckoned to me. Moving between her thighs, I slipped the vibe back in and turned up the juice. We stared into each other’s eyes as I fucked her with the toy. Then I pressed my mouth to Dee’s in a long, deep kiss that ended as she climaxed with a cry.

***

I awoke just after two the next morning to the sound of rain pounding on the roof and windows. After a cold, snowy winter, spring had come in with a vengeance. At first, I was not sure what had awakened me so I sat still listening for other sounds above the steady rhythm of the rain.

Then I heard a faint noise downstairs. Nervousness took hold. I was alone in the house, Dee having decided to go home after our tryst in the bath. She had an early morning meeting at the company she co-owned and her apartment was closer to the office. The only other person with a key to the house was Angie. However, she was supposed to be living in Toledo, Ohio, about a three hour drive away.

Mustering my courage, I crept from my bed as quietly as I could manage. My heart was pounding so hard that I could swear my nocturnal visitor must have heard it. I peered down the main stairs and saw that there was a light on in the kitchen.

With no weapons but my bare hands available, I nevertheless crept down the stairs. As I neared the kitchen, my ears detected sobbing. That made me relax and I moved quickly to the door. Angie sat at the kitchen table. Her clothes were soaked, her brown hair wet and bedraggled, and she was crying.

“Ang?” I said softly.

My wife looked at me.

“Oh God, David. I’m so fucking tired and cold and wet and …,” she managed to stammer out before sobs took over.

I walked quickly over to where Angie sat and pulled her up to her feet. Before she could say anything in protest, I pulled my wife against me and held her tight. The wet from her clothing soaked my pyjamas but still I held on, trying to warm and comfort her.

“It’s okay, hon,” I whispered, my fingers toying with her damp hair, “I’ve got you. I’ll make it better.”

My wife seemed to relax and her sobs became quieter. Slowly, she slid her arms around me to return the embrace. Resting her head on my shoulder, Angie nuzzled my neck, wetting my skin with tears.

“David, I am so sorry about everything. I have really, truly fucked up,” she said, her voice wavering.

“We’ll talk about it later, Angie. First, let’s get you dry and comfortable, okay?” I responded.

Angie nodded.

Up in our bathroom, I helped my wife undress. We peeled away wet clothing until her body was naked. Even wet and shivering, Angie’s naked beauty attracted my gaze. I loved my wife’s body dearly. It hit a nice middle ground; curvy enough to be fun but not too curvy. She was different from her sister in that way. Dee had more voluptuous curves, though she was not much bigger than Angie in the middle giving her more of an hourglass figure.

“Take a shower to warm up,” I said, “I’ll get a fresh towel and take these wet things to the laundry room.”

“Okay, Dave. Thank you.”

As Angie stepped into the shower booth and started the water running, I quickly took her clothes to the laundry room where I shed my wet pyjamas as well. My wife still had plenty of clothing at home so washing her clothes could wait until I did laundry the next day. On the way back, I stopped at the linen closet and pulled out a big, soft bath towel for her to use.

When my wife stepped from the shower, her skin now glowing and her shivering stopped, I wrapped her in the towel. Slowly, I dried Angie’s naked body, pausing now and then to hold her against me. She was calmer now, her sobbing stopped.

“Come to bed?” I asked when my wife was dry.

“Sure. Can we be naked? I’m not up for sex but I want to feel your skin on mine again,” Angie said quietly.

“No problem.”

I slipped under the comforter. Angie joined me, cuddling close as I put my arms around her. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes. Gently, I stroked her with my fingers, savouring the softness and smoothness of her freshly washed skin.

“So what happened?” I asked after a while, not sure if the time was right yet but desperate to know what had brought my wife back to me so suddenly.

“Alexi was not the person I thought and when I found out I had a bit of a meltdown,” she said after a moment.

“He must have been pretty awful to cause you to melt down this bad.”

“Alexi started to ask to do things I just could not do. Things he’d never asked me to do before I moved in with him,” she said, obviously trying to stay calm, “Tying me up. Hitting me. Sharing me with his friends. He admitted to having other girlfriends and wanted them to sleep with us, too. He seemed so good when we started and then this.”

“Did he actually do any of this?” I asked.

Angie shook her head. “No. I stopped it. Being one of his harem of sex slaves was not what I wanted.”

“And the issues at work?”

“After the blow-up with Alexi, I lost it. I was scared of him so I hid out in a motel. I was scared to call you because I was afraid of rejection. I just hunkered down and hid out there for two days. Didn’t even go to work or tell them where I was.”

“How did you get back?”

“I finally started getting my shit together yesterday and started driving back after dinner. It was storming all the way. I was upset and …,” she paused, taking a deep breath, “Then the car broke down so I left it at a garage and walked the rest of the way just thinking about how to explain it all to you. Dave, I was so afraid that you would reject me.”

Angie was crying, her tears running down my skin where her face was resting against me.

Giving my wife a light squeeze, I said, “Don’t be afraid, Ang. You’re here and I’m not sending you away. I just got you back.”

She seemed to cheer up at that and chuckled a bit, then sighed and rolled away from me.

“You don’t deserve me,” Angie said sadly, “Dee told me you were sleeping with her. Maybe that’s where you belong.”

That gave me pause. After all, I had spent the evening screwing her sister in the same bathroom where she had just cleaned up.

“You’re back and I’ve wanted that all along, Angie,” I answered, snuggling up against my wife again, “I’ll have to work out my relationship with Dee.”

Angie was quiet after that, her breathing slowing and her body still as she slipped off to sleep. I held her, lightly stroking and occasionally kissing her, until I drifted off as well.

I awoke in the morning to find myself alone. At first the possibility that it had been a dream crossed my mind. Then I noticed the faint scent of Angie’s soap and realized that there was an impression of a body on the other side of the bed. I got up and threw on a dressing gown before heading downstairs, half expecting to find Dee eating breakfast there.

“Good morning,” Angie said cheerfully when I entered the kitchen.

She was leaning back against the counter sipping her breakfast tea. A little pink nightie barely covered her body and her hair fell messily about her shoulders. She had grown it longer during our separation and that made her look more like her sister.

“Good morning. You look happier,” I said, walking up to my wife.

“I am. Thank you for taking care of me last night. I didn’t expect it.”

Putting her cup aside, Angie put her arms around my waist and pressed close. I was, as often, sporting a bit of morning wood and it perked up even more at the close contact with her body. Her hand slid inside my robe to touch it. Gently, my wife’s fingers massaged my shaft and balls.

“Someone needs some attention, I think,” she said with a grin before kissing me.

“I suspect that I’m not the only one,” I responded. I slipped a hand between my wife’s thighs to find her already a bit wet.

We kissed again, hands exploring each other as our tongues moved together. Angie took her hand from my cock and then straddled me, rubbing her wet pussy along my shaft, eyes locked on mine as she did.

“I love your cock, baby,” she cooed, “It feels so good.”

I responded by kissing my wife and then guiding her to the table. She slid up to sit on the edge. After pulling her nightie off over her head, she leaned back on her arms and opened her lean thighs to me. Unlike Dee, she had a full bush of curly brown hair adorning her nether region.

Smiling, I untied my robe and stepped between her legs. Eager to take my wife for the first time in months, I plunged my cock in to her wetness with a single hard thrust. She gasped, then matched my smile. Taking her tits in my hands, I began massaging them as I fucked her with slow, deep strokes. Almost unconsciously, I began working her nipples with my fingers, pinching and pulling them hard the way that her sister liked it.

“Oh fuck, yeah, keep that up,” she said after a cry of surprise.

That jolted me to realize that I was with Angie, not Dee, and Angie had never been fond of hard nipple play or anything that skirted the boundary between pleasure and pain.

Except that my wife had just asked me to keep it up. I obliged. Our position kept me from biting her nips, but I kept working them hard with my fingers as I slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

“Fuck, baby, I love that. Oh God, that is so…,” she moaned, her words fading into an inarticulate cry as her vagina rippled and squeezed my cock.

The sight, sound, and feel of my wife’s orgasm was enough to put me over the edge. I groaned and shut my eyes as my body shook with the force of my climax. I kept fucking her my load had been completely dumped into her body. Only then did I stop and open my eyes, my breath coming in gasps.

Angie was smiling at me, her eyes bright. Her body, still flushed from her climax, was a work of total beauty to my eyes. She leaned in and held me. We kissed again, letting my cock stay in until it softened and slid free.

“Welcome home, honey,” I said when I finally stepped back to let her get off the table.

“Thank you. I forgot how much I enjoyed morning sex with you,” she said, her features clouding, “But I am still so sorry that we had to go through all that.”

“We’ll work through it. If this is any indication, there’s still life left in this relationship. Now, you should call Jim and see if you can salvage your career. I have to get to work myself.”

***

Ellis Park was quiet and almost empty as I wandered along towards the spot where Dee and I usually met for what we euphemistically called a “lunch meeting”. Not much food was eaten but eating of another kind was normal. The park was close to both our workplaces and Dee’s apartment. It was also big and partly forested, offering plenty of cover for outdoor trysts.

I rounded a bend in the path and spotted my sister-in-law. Dee was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless blouse, the latter partly unbuttoned to show off the ample bosom underneath. The hunger I always felt at the sight of Dee’s body rose, but I fought it down this time.

“Hey there, Dave,” Dee said in a sultry voice, walking slowly towards me, “So what’s up for today?”

Her arms instinctively slipped around my body and her tits pressed against me confirming by the feel the absence of a bra. A stirring in my pants suggested I had to act quickly to abort where this was going. Gently, I eased out of her embrace.

“Dee, something has changed,” I said, steeling myself.

My sister-in-law frowned. “What happened?” she asked suspiciously.

“Angie came home last night a couple hours after you left.”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Angie’s back? What happened? I thought she was living in Toledo?”

“Her boyfriend turned out to be a creep and she fled. Struggled with what to do but finally got up enough courage to come home.”

“She’s okay?” my sister-in-law asked worriedly.

I nodded.

“She was very upset and frightened last night but she seems to have recovered this morning. Even went into work to smooth things over with her boss. She went AWOL for a couple days after the breakup.”

“What about you? Do you want her back?” Dee asked, her voice and expression suggesting that she already knew the answer.

“I’ve wanted Angie back all along, Dee. We had sex this morning on the kitchen table and it felt wonderful to be with her again.”

“More wonderful than with me in the tub last night? Or in the back of my Caddy? Or on that picnic table over there where you had me the other day?”

“Sex with both of you is wonderful, Dee,” I responded with a sigh, “But what I can’t get out of my mind is holding my sobbing, soaking wet wife in my arms last night and feeling her relax at my touch and voice.”

Dee nodded and brushed away a tear.

“I know,” she said, smiling through her obvious distress, “I remember when you were hospitalized with that nasty infection. She never left your side until the doctors were sure you would be okay.”

“Same thing. What I have with Angie is about more than wonderful sex and having fun together.”

“Though, as I recall, there were rumours of some ‘fun’ going on in the hospital bed once you started getting better,” Dee said, now smiling again.

I grinned and blushed. “Um, yeah. That was … part of the healing process.”

We both broke into laughter.

“I’d be wrong to ask for one more for the road, wouldn’t I?” Dee said with a heavy sigh.

“No, but I’d be wrong to give to you. Sorry, Dee.”

We hugged and kissed lightly, then went our separate ways. As I wandered back to my car, though, my body was already missing the touch of hers.

***

When Angie entered the restaurant that evening, my jaw dropped. My wife was wearing a short, skimpy red dress and had her hair done up beautifully. From her pretty face to her long, lean legs, Angie had become the picture of sexiness. I rose to meet her with a smile on my face.

My wife had called me at work in the afternoon and proposed dinner at The Milanese, our favorite little Italian bistro. It was a small, rather romantic place that often had live music and served the best Italian food in Eversham.

“Why?” I had asked.

“We’re back together. I think that’s worth a party,” Angie answered, “And there’s more but I’ll save that as a surprise.”

Now, as I held my wife close and kissed her by the table, I was wondering why things had gone so far downhill when I felt so good in her presence. We settled in to our chairs as the sommelier arrived with the wine I had ordered. It was the same vintage I’d ordered the night I had tried to lure her back; a favorite of both of us and a way of closing the circle.

“So, you said there was a surprise to celebrate as well our reunion,” I said after tasting the wine.

“Jim not only accepted my reasons for going AWOL and didn’t fire me,” Angie said proudly, “He told me that the Toledo office has become the best performing office while I’ve been there, and three other offices have also improved based on following the processes I set up there. So, I’m now Eastern Regional Manager for North America”

“Meaning?”

“Every office east of the Great Plains in the States and from Ontario to the Atlantic in Canada reports to me.”

“Fuck, that is fantastic, baby. Lots of travel, though?”

“Yes, but this will be my permanent base. And I promise to come home every time from now on. And you always have my sister for company.”

I frowned.

“I broke up with Dee at lunch, thinking I had you back for good. Are you suggesting I should still keep her as a lover?”

Angie laughed.

“I’m joking, Dave, but if you really want her, I won’t get in the way, either. I know it gets lonely and I know from what she has said that you two had a pretty hot thing going.”

“No,” I answered, “Now that we’re back on track, I want to keep you as close as possible. Any chance of turning this down?”

“Worried that I’ll stray again?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t be?”

“Give me a reason not to, then.”

I grinned, and patted the spot beside me on the comfy bench-style seating. Angie came over and snuggled in next to me. Taking my wife’s chin in my hand, I turned her face up to mine and pressed my mouth to hers. As we kissed, Angie’s hand caressed my thigh lightly, moving higher until her fingers touched my cock through my trousers.

A cough brought us back to reality. Giggling, we turned to the waiter and ordered. Once he left with the orders, we started making out again. As we shared a long French kiss, Angie found my cock, massaging it through my pants as it hardened. In return, I slid a hand up her bare thigh towards her own intimate place. When I reached the top, I found nothing but soft lips and curly, coarse hair. Breaking off our kiss, I smiled at my wife.

“No undies?” I whispered, a bit incredulous. My wife wasn’t known for sexy little things like this.

“I took them off just for you. They’re in my purse.”

I removed my hand from between her thighs. My fingers were a bit wet from touching her and the scent of her sex was on them.

“Waiter alert,” Angie hissed, and we rearranged ourselves to look more proper, though we stayed close together.

My wife and I flirted and giggled as we ate, touching each other under the table and occasionally kissing. By the time we got to dessert, I was rock hard and Angie was practically dripping. I knew we had to get out of the restaurant and find someplace more private.

Once we were out of Milanese and into the car, Angie was all over me. We started making out in the car right there in the parking lot. As we kissed and cuddled, my wife got my pants unzipped and pulled my cock free. Her fingers gently massaged my shaft, carefully avoiding my sensitive head. Still, my arousal grew rapidly.

I put my seat back down and pushed my seat back as far it could go. That gave Angie enough room to get her mouth down to my cock. Soon, my wife’s lips were wrapped around me and her tongue was massaging my shaft as she sucked on me.

“Oh baby, that’s wonderful,” I moaned, my fingers playing with Angie’s hair, “Fuck, you suck a cock so well.”

In fact, I thought Angie’s technique had improved and her enthusiasm certainly had. Whether it was renewed sexual attraction after our separation or lessons learned with her lover, my wife had become a much more adept cocksucker than she had been formerly.

Part of me wanted to get Angie off my cock so I could fuck her pussy. However, I also knew I was not going to last long and getting some relief in her mouth might just give me a chance at some staying power for a later fuck. Before I could make a decision, I felt my orgasm swell to life and groaned as I erupted in Angie’s mouth. She seemed less reluctant to swallow my load than in the past and handled the explosion more deftly, managing to swallow most of it.

“How was that?” my wife said once she sat up and licked some cum from her lips.

“Stunning,” I answered, stroking her hair and face.

“Let’s get a room before we go any further with this. I just spotted a cop pulling into the parking lot.”

“Where to?”

“The Olde Highway Lodge used to be nice and it’s only a few minutes away.”

I knew the place and quickly headed there after zipping up. They had a “honeymoon room” available and we took it. I had never seen or been in a heart-shaped bed before but the idea of us being on a honeymoon of sorts took my fancy. Almost as soon as the door was closed, I grabbed my wife and kissed her hard, slipping a hand under her skirt to caress her wet pussy as I did so.

“You are dripping, my dear,” I said, exploring her with a finger.

“You know what do about my leaky pipes, don’t you?” she answered.

With that, Angie undid her dress and I helped her out of it. Then I picked her up and practically tossed her on to the bed. My wife sat up and watched as I quickly shed my clothing before joining her. Then Angie lay back down and I pushed her thighs apart. Burying my face between them, I nuzzled her opening with my nose, drinking in the lovely scent. Then I slid my tongue in to savour the exquisite flavour. My wife let out a little sigh as I went to work on her dripping puss.

“Oh God, yes, Dave,” Angie moaned loudly, “Eat me, Dave. Eat my dripping pussy.”

Not that I needed encouragement, but I loved the sound of my wife’s voice asking for it. She had never been a particularly demonstrative lover before. I moved my mouth to her engorged clit, teasing it with my tongue while penetrating her with a finger. Pursing my lips, I sucked the little bud gently while crooking the finger to hit my wife’s sensitive inner spot. She moved her hips and moaned, her hands in my hair stroking and lightly pulling it.

“Oh fuck Dave, yes! Fuck yeah!” my wife cried as her juices ran over my finger and on to my hand.

Finally, I crawled up and offered her my wet hand. Angie eagerly licked her juices off of me, then we kissed long and deep.

“Shower?” my wife asked after we cuddled for a while.

“Sure,” I answered, starting to get up.

The room turned out to have a big shower booth next to a huge Jacuzzi tub. Grinning, we got in and turned on the water. After we both rinsed off, I pulled Angie under the water with me and we kissed as our wet bodies rubbed against each other. Slowly, my wife slithered down to her knees. She rubbed my cock between her firm tits, then took it into her mouth to slowly, lovingly suck on it. Gradually, it came to life again, hardening between Angie’s supple lips.

“Dear God, Angie, where did you learn to suck cock like that? I have never enjoyed oral this much with anyone before,” I said, watching wide-eyed at the sight of my cock in my wife’s mouth.

“For all the problems, I did learn a bit from being with Alexi,” she said, removing her mouth and using her fingers on my cock as she spoke.

“I’ll say,” I answered, “Bed?”

“I think so.”

We turned off the water and grabbed towels. After a cursory drying off, we sprinted to the bed and dove in. Angie took my half-erect prick between her thighs and rubbed against me as I began massaging her tits. Closing a thumb and forefinger on each stiff nipple, I lightly pinched them, then rolled them. Angie smiled, then pulled my mouth to hers to kiss me as I continued playing with her boobs.

Gently, I rolled my wife on to her back, then kissed my way down her body to her breasts. Taking the left in my mouth, I sucked it while circling the nipple with my tongue. My thigh rested between her thighs and Angie moved below me, rubbing her pussy against it, moistening my skin with her juices.

Pulling my mouth from her tit, I slid my tongue down her belly until I reached her lovely pelt of pubic hair. Skipping over it, I licked her pussy, then began fucking her with my tongue as I massaged her clit with a finger. Her breath was coming in gasps as I worked her over until finally she climaxed with a soft cry.

“Take me, baby,” she said as I got up from between her legs, “I want your cock in me.”

“Turn over, then.”

Angie obliged, rolling on to her belly and pushing her toned ass up in the air with her thighs open to me. Wasting no time, I moved in, guiding my cock to her waiting pussy. With a single thrust, I entered my wife, feeling her wet tunnel take me in and hold me. Slowly at first, but gaining speed, I fucked Angie with long, deep strokes. Her pussy took me in easily and I delighted in the feel of her warmth and wetness.

“Oh God, yes, baby,” she said quietly, “I love your cock in me. Fuck me harder, Dave. Fuck me like the horny little bitch that I am.”

Holding her ass steady, I began fucking my wife’s pussy hard and fast, driving my cock into her again and again. She gasped and grunted with each impact of our bodies.

“Oh Jesus, baby, this so fucking hot,” she howled, “I love fucking so much. I just want you to fuck my dripping cunt forever!”

My wife talking dirty was another new experience for me and I loved it. Even Dee didn’t react this powerfully to being screwed. Encouraged, I kept up my pace while sliding a hand beneath to start rubbing her clit.

“Fuck, yeah,” I gasped as my orgasm hit, blasting a load into my wife’s pussy. It felt wonderful in so many ways but I kept going, wanting it to last as long as it could.

Angie climaxed right after me. Her pussy walls pulsed around my cock as her body shook with her second orgasm. I stayed inside until the sensations told me her orgasm was ending. Then I slid free and Angie flipped back on to her back and let me lie atop her. We kissed warmly, then she wrapped me in her arms and legs to hold me.

“Never again, Dave,” she whispered, sounding close to sobbing, “I’ll never leave you again.”