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Never Again
Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: seeker4, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories
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 ...