Happy 4th of July, Mrs. Johnson

Like an animal, he takes me. I submit to him, letting him enter me again and again, claiming me, the mother of two daughters downstairs, a decent woman, and my breasts rub against my arms and I let out my orgasm moan.

It feels like it's been injected into me from the head of his cock. Of course he hasn't - not yet. But it feels like that's where it starts, from the point of his cock driving into me, it explodes from inside my posterior, it covers the hot skin of my ass, blazing up my back and swirling in my shoulders until I can hardly keep my head up. My arms begin to quiver. I've never liked being fucked this way. But I knew I would cum like this. He's too deep for me not to. If he forced me to take him like this, as a stranger, part of me knows I would still cum. And that thought makes me cum again.

I know he's going to cum, and we're both naked, and both soaked. He rubs my skin tenderly. His fingers snake up my sides until he finds my breasts. Then they are his, and they throb with each of his squeezes. The last of my orgasm drains down my legs. I am now being fucked at his command.

He's not wearing a condom. I want to know why the thought of him making me pregnant almost sends me to the edge of another orgasm. My toes curl every time his balls tap my clitoris. Is this what it feels like, to be his, every night? Or is it special, this special time, when everyone else is too busy to notice how much I need his cock? He needed me, too. That's why he found me up here. My long hair drips over my shoulders, and I wonder if he'll ever tell his wife, if we'll ever speak of how he made me cum. ...And how he came in me?

His hand fastens over my ass cheek, like it belongs to him. I can't stop him. He thrusts hard. He makes me say, "Ah!" Then I swallow it. He pushes his cock deep. My breasts swing like pendulous dewdrops.

I hear a voice in the tremulous darkness. And it is me, saying: "Oh God... Oh God..."

I can't help myself. I think I'm getting louder. He makes a sound deep in his chest that makes his whole body shake. My pussy clenches. I know what comes next.

I don't feel it but I know he's cum. He begins to let out his man sound, his guttural pants, one after the other, pushing in, pushing in, putting his hard strength into every last thrust as if each is the last, in their suddenness, in their passion.

When he pulls out, he reaches out for me. We collapse to the bed together, with his big arms encircling my body, his mouth searching for me. I reach for his chest as he reaches out to touch me. My hand snakes down his abdomen until it finds his cock. It's still tender, but it flops into my hand. Carefully, I squeeze it, milking him of the last of his seed. The semen squirts between us, onto my belly, sticking to my thumb and fingers. He kisses me hungrily. Fingers in my hair. Pulling me in, his tongue tasting me.

I find myself throwing my leg over his hip. Suddenly his crotch is against mine. We are still hungry for each other, and we gyrate. Heat courses from between my legs, where I feel his balls catch on my thighs. His strong arms encircle me, and we kiss until our hearts stop slamming. Until the air dissipates some of our heat.

And then I push him away.

I slide off the bed. I gather my clothes from the pile blindly and reach out for the door to the guest bathroom. It is time for us to return to our lives, and the lives of the people we've left downstairs.

His cum slithers down my leg.

And then of course his fingers tighten over my buttocks, and he bites my soft shoulder.

"You beast," I whisper.

"If you think you're getting away with showering alone, you're sorely mistaken, sweet cheeks." He says this with the deep grumble that I know so well.

"You beast," I whisper again, because he has never been so sexy to me as he is right now.

He kisses me with no longing, with total love, a passion that nearly takes me off my bare feet. He reaches around to slip his fingers into my dripping vagina.

"Happy Fourth of July, Mrs. Johnson."

"Happy Fourth of July, Mr. Johnson," I say and reach down to grab his member. I use it to lead him into the bathroom. "How did you know I wouldn't jump on any man who came to wake me up like that?"

"Honey," he says, "if you think I'd let any man get you out of bed but me...I've got some new things to teach you."

"Oh, Dan..." I say. He begins to grow in my hand. "Do go on..."