An Anniversary to Remember

Santiago – naked and grinning – stood in the doorway to the bedroom, arms crossed and perfect bronze penis already swollen with anticipation and challenge. For a brief moment Katherine fought the natural impulse to throw the covers over her naked flesh, before her body remembered how intimately and pleasurably she had been connected to that very penis the night before. His face struggled between expressing smug satisfaction at her surprise and a puppyish, endearing grin that made Katherine grin broadly in response. Tapping the fingers of his right hand against his chest – fingers that lightly held a folded scrap of lined white paper – he waited for her to recover and respond to both his unexpected presence, and the quickly inflating tube of flesh rising proudly from his thighs and pointing towards her prone, exposed form on the bed. For a full ten seconds, Katherine struggled to find an appropriate response while the same warm, wet feeling from the night before took root and swelled in the warm pit of her abdomen.

Memories of a conversation swept quickly through her mind – memories of a seductive candlelit dinner filled with foreign concepts and ideas that had seemed inappropriate at the time but that now simply made sense. Bedwarmer indeed – and, true to the story, George's ample semen, so recently, generously, and lovingly deposited in her body, could eliminate the bothersome need for time wasted on foreplay that would be better spent fucking. She surrendered to the subtle but quickly rising whispers in her cunt far more quickly this time. "Oh God, what the hell."

Eyes glued to his, she sat up slowly, yawned as an excuse to arch her back and thrust her breasts towards him, and stuck her tongue out at him petulantly. Reaching forward and grasping her ankles, she rolled slowly backwards on the bed and bent her knees upward and onto her chest, slapping him in the face with the sight of her open, exposed pussy and plush, firm ass. Smiling to herself, she heard him gasp in delighted surprise at her uninhibited and libidinous invitation. As her heart raced and her breath caught in anticipation, she felt her cunt tighten in preparation for Santiago's rigid flesh. A thin stream of George's semen was ejected from her quickly tightening vagina, tickling the tender skin of her anus as it slid down the crack of her ass to stain the abused Egyptian cotton sheets. She waited for Santiago with her eyes closed, waiting for him to come and claim his prize.

She heard the quiet patter of his bare feet as he crossed the carpeted floor between the door and the bed, and she moaned in bestial and open eagerness as his weight compressed the mattress at the end of the bed. Holding her knees tightly to her chest with her arms, she stretched her thin fingers and caught her nipples, tweaking them in utter, unrepentant, masturbatory glee. The shifting pattern of his weight as his knees carried him up the bed and between her legs was a torturous five seconds of delay, until he paused at last and she felt the heat of his flesh on the sensitive skin of her ass and pussy. She knew, without looking, that his engorged cock was immediately above the sodden slit of her cunt, and that he had only to tuck it slightly downward with his fingers and lean forward to penetrate her. Just seconds from heaven, she waited... and heard the subtle rustle of paper.

Curious, in spite of her need for him, she opened her eyes and looked up. Kneeling at the altar of her cunt, cock pulsing and eager to enter her body, he had patiently unfolded the slip of paper and was holding it up for her to see. Neatly written on the page, in George's strong penmanship and in thick magic marker, was a simple sentence.

"You're just going to have to trust me."

She groaned as the sentence entered her mind above her lust for Santiago's throbbing cock, then closed her eyes and felt her body begin to gently rock in unrestrained anticipation and bestially erotic gratitude as Santiago carefully laid the page to one side. He knew, in spite of her all-too-obvious needs, that she would want to keep it. Without a word of greeting or awkward smalltalk, he reached down with his left hand to steady himself, pressed the soft, plum-shaped head of his glorious bronze cock into the weeping, cum-soaked slit of her pussy, and – while she moaned and groaned in blissfully unrestrained fashion into the air of the bedroom – he leaned forward slowly, sighing in pure and unalloyed lust, his tenor harmony joining Katherine's alto melody of uninhibited bliss, until the ridge of his twitching cock popped past and through the tight elastic ring of muscle that guarded the rippling depths of her vagina and it began its ecstatically pleasurable journey into the heavenly depths of her hot, semen-soaked cunt.

She knew, as she felt the girth of his cock slip inside her flesh and felt him begin to gently thrust inside her, that the lean weight of his body on her own was sublime. She knew that she adored – fully and unreservedly – her remarkable husband. And she finally knew, with a small degree of surprise, that these two truths were not mutually exclusive.

She also knew that, much later in the day when both she and Santiago were exhausted, dehydrated, and finally sated, she would write a quick note to Marietta with George's work address, his license plate number, and a single phrase – "Por Favor". Katherine knew Santiago would deliver it, and knew that Marietta would understand. She expected only a fresh fervor in bed from her appreciative husband, and a quick note in return from Marietta with only one written word in Spanish – a word whose warmth filled her own heart and soul as she was overcome with love for her husband, and as the heat in her cunt built on Santiago's gentle and proficiently applied cock. The word would be "Gracias".

Who knows, Katherine thought, in Marietta's care George might even learn some Spanish. The next six months would prove to be interesting.

Blessed event indeed.

And with that final thought, she sighed, felt her eyes roll softly back in her head, and – grunting energetically and unashamedly on Santiago's proficiently probing cock as wave after warm, wet wave of soft electricity streamed upward from her blissfully impaled and gleefully clenching vagina into her hips, her tummy, her heart, and her mind – she came.