A Creampie Getaway

I told him to go ahead. When he finished, Julie asked about the soup of the day.

"It's a homemade clam chowder. It's very thick and creamy. Can I get you some?"

Julie squeezed my hand tight. She smiled and told the waiter, "No thank you, my husband is the only chowder eater this weekend at this table. However, he only eats his own. Believe me, for this I am very thankful."

That was a low blow. She was enjoying this too much, I thought. She continued on.

"You see, he makes it himself and puts all his own special ingredients in it."

The waiter replied, "That sounds delicious." "It is delicious. I help him gather all the ingredients. Matter of fact, he just ate some."

The waiter said, "I would love to taste some."

We just laughed.

The next day, there I was, lying on my back. I was still trying to catch my breath.

When Julie said to me, "I heard the man-chowder is the soup of the weekend. And still better yet, it's all you care to eat. Would you like some more?"

She didn't even wait for my answer.

I felt the warmth of her thighs on either side of my face, and heard her say, "This recipe is defiantly coming back to the house with us. Bon Appetite!"

I was exhausted and she was insatiable.

It was only ten-o clock in the morning!

As I sucked her cum laden pussy for her, for the third time, it occurred to me that even as newlyweds we never had this much sex.

As I looked up at her, I watched her rub her tits and arch her back. She was covered in sweat and her eyes were closed. She was never more beautiful to me.

My mind snapped back to what it was doing when, she cried out with her orgasm.

Her pussy kept clenching my tongue. As she slowly spiraled down, from her third orgasm of the day.

She slid off to the side and whispered,"I love you."

I told her that I loved her, too. I truely did.

"Now get some rest, because you'll need it. We still have the whole day together and my feet want some more attention, too."

I never wanted this weekend to end.

When we got home, everyone noticed how close we were again. We were always holding each other's hands or just sitting near each other.

When we picked up our daughter, someone asked us what the secret to this reconnection was?

Julie answered, "A little romance, a little spontaneity and some delicious chowder. Isn't that right honey?"

I held her hand and gave her a kiss.

Everyone thought that was cute.

Then she whispered in my ear, "As soon as I get her to bed, I'm getting you in bed. Are you hungry yet?"

She knew the answer already.