Loving Husband/Loving Wife Ch. 08

Steve's words just came tumbling out. Pure and sincere. Jill almost collapsed in his arms. I thought my chest would burst with pride. Jill, my fifty two year old wife, my Goddess of love and sexual desire, with a body that defied her age, was the most ravishingly beautiful woman on earth.

Jill kissed him. We nibbled. We drank. His hand held her breast, his fingers fondled the nipple. Her hand fondled his cock, and it rose full mast.

"I want you to fuck me again. Please say yes."

"Oh yes. I will, gladly." And he held her tight and kissed her, his hard cock mashed to her stomach.

We returned to the bed. Their first fuck of the night was pretty much reenacted. Except a little slower, longer stroke sweeter. My wife and her lover, forgetting I was there. I did not guide his cock into her. I sat on the sidelines and observed. They were wrapped in each other, wrapped in a blanket of sexual pleasure. For a long while. Then he reached for her ankles and put them over his shoulders, folding her back and lifting her bottom. He fucked her almost upright, his legs wide apart, all the muscles in his back powering his ass to move it back and forth in primal rhythm of carnal dance, faster and faster, harder and harder, his cock going deep. She came first, wailing and buckling. He soon followed, with spastic thrashing and a tattered, strangled, man shout of conquest and surrender.

Steve left the bed to clean up. I looked down on my wife, the most ravishingly beautiful and exciting woman on earth. Her eyes were closed. She was floating on the after tones of the symphony of sex, those currents and eddies of feeling after the crescendo of orgasm, that plucked grace notes in her pussy, her intestinal organs, her lungs, her heart. Universal woman. I lay beside her and kissed her with love and held her tenderly.

"I'm spent, my love." She said.

"I know you are." I said. "Tonight is all for you, and I am very happy for you."

Steve returned.

"Sleep with us." Jill said.

I got up and turned off all lights, and returned to my place on the bed. We lay naked on top of the sheets, Jill in the middle, in ideal air conditioned comfort. Steve fell into deep breathing, and very quickly a snore of increasingly raucous bluster. Jill giggled quiet delight, and said, "He is a man, make no mistake."

"He certainly fucked you like one."

"Don't I know it. He is good, Jack. So very, very good. We have found a keeper." And with that, Jill succumbed to her own gentle snore.

I lay awake for awhile, sifting through the newness. No man had ever slept with us before. Not all night, at least. And after nine years, watching Steve fuck Jill was much like having a threesome for the first time. All the other men faded away. Something new was with us. A broader reality. And not only her resourceful lover, our keeper, snoring away on the other side of her.

It was near dawn. I was jostled awake. Bodies in motion. Jill and Steve were making love in the whisper of light coming through the sheer window curtains. Kissing, caressing, stroking. She rose to straddle him, a fifty two year old tendon making a pop sound. She sat on his hard cock, sinking down, filling herself, taking him. She fucked him, on top, controlling like a man. Up and down, taking him. She leaned forward. Her large round female ass rolled in a set free rhythm of bobbing and dipping and thrusting. She fucked her lover. She took them both to the top and over the edge to plunge as one.

I watched in awe.

She did not prolong orgasm aftermath sharing. She got off of him, in a bit of awkward struggle, and flopped on her back and reached to pull me on her. She said, in feral demand, "You. You, you, you. Do me."

I pushed my feral erection into her. Into the liquid heat deep inside her. And then I knew why Steve hadn't gone to the bathroom. My bare cock head was in the pool of sperm he had left in her. It seemed my brain gave up and left all processing to my cock head. The thought and feel of another man's sperm painting me. My cock doing all the thinking. Never before. The first time ever. I fucked my wife in a frenzy. A wild savage. She screamed out my name.

When Jill and I came to, we heard Steve in the shower, singing that golden oldie, "You're just to good to be true," badly off key. Jill and I laughed. Free and happy.

Our goodbye in early morning was free and happy. Steve fully dressed, Jill and I in robes. At the door he said, "You are the best, Jill. The very best." To me he said, "I like this sharing, Jack. I like it a hell've lot."