The Fox and the Deer.

His touch and her longing for that touch were the magic ingredient that had held them together as man and wife; and no doubt would do for all eternity. Ralph's middle finger dipped gently between her labia minora creating an enormous sexual tidal wave to come crashing ashore only to saturate the already dampened beaches of her desires.

She gasped, as her juices, under the control of her husband's fingers, were teased over her vestibule pink: first to the far north, touching her hooded beach-head before being swished south to swill and run over the dune of her perineum only to soak away into her soft anal sand.

The course now set Ralph's fingers made trip after trip and Jenny's moans grew more wanton and demanding. She returned to her tale for the moment was timely, "Johnny said he wanted to lick her pussy!" She closed her eyes in anticipation.

She waited on tenterhooks as Ralph adjusted his position so that his head was only inches from her sex; she could actually feel the short hot pants of his breath fanning heat through her pubic hairs. When she felt his tongue touch her opening nether lips then rockets soared skywards, crackers banged, Catherine wheels whirled, sparklers sizzled, and golden rain, well... fell in golden droplets.

If Ralph's fingers felt good, then his tongue would be even better, for Jenny knew that once her pubic hair had tickled the end of hubby's nose she was in for a full cross-Atlantic flight to paradise, and she was right; one might add she peaked, more than once, at 30,000 feet during a very pleasant trip.

Pushing Ralph away from the trough of her sex, she breathlessly informed her husband there was more to the story of Johnny and Cassie. Even knowing what was coming he hung on his wife's every word.

"Carrie took Johnny's head into her hands, kissed him, then said that she now ready to taste him," whispered Jenny as she altered her position until she could just accommodate Ralph's corona into her mouth.

It was her husband's time to die and go to heaven. Jenny wasted no time in licking and covering her lover's ample part with her saliva. The skin that was once fore became aft as she delved deep to touch his belly with her nose only to return as fore when she came up for air.

Unlike Mount Vesuvius, Ralph's eruptions are much more predictable so very little of his guttural warning was needed to 'man the pumps' to save Jenny from drowning when his private tsunami struck her oral cave. Like all storms a period of calm followed giving him the time to recover before they relived the next part of the Johnny and Cassie classic.

Jenny picked up the storyline, once more, "Cassie tended to Johnny's exhausted little woody coaxing it to full alertness and ready for further duties. He asked her if she had ever tried 'it' doggy fashion. She replied, no, but she was willing to try if only to feel the flexing in his stiffened leash once more."

Jenny, after settling herself; facing the back of the settee on her knees, looked back over her hip to watch Ralph move up behind her. She urged him to take her doggy style.

Tickled by her request and with a play on words he laughed, quietly, and gave her two options, "Afgan' or Bulldog?"

Without hesitation and with her quick wit matching his she giggled, "Let's start with a little of the Afgan; slow and gentle but with long sleek strides, and then a bruising bouncing Bulldog finish."

"Lady, your wish is my command," further amused her husband.

One could compare the start of the action to a pleasant stroll in the park, with the occasional pause to breathe in the aroma, and taste the nectar of rosebuds and tulips glistening with early morning dew. While the latter part had the electricity of a summer storm with Ralph crushing Jenny's body almost through the back of the settee while bolts of lightning, fiery and rampant, extended the married couple's sexual horizons.

The storm at times seemed to be edging away only to come thundering back amid renewed cries of ecstasy and calls of 'encore'. Finally the heavens opened and torrential rain bathed the two lovers who were now too weak to shelter from further downpours. Soon they lay cradling each other in blissful sleep.

The Fox and the Deer: part 5

Ralph did wake after a short period of time had elapsed. He was still lying with his leg draped over the legs of his wife, who was gently snoring. He grinned for knowing he had survived from disclosing his little secret, well, for the time being anyway. He checked his watch and noted that he and his wife must have been asleep for an hour or more.

Knowing the timing was right he couldn't resist testing 'The System' once more, "Hi darling, have you anything to tell me tonight?"

He wife wriggled in her sleep but did not awake; however, she did start murmuring in a low whisper, "No Jenny, I've already told you everything to date, even about last Friday!"

Ralph smiled and spoke, also in a whisper, "You will tell me about anything new, if it should happen? Won't you, Rosemary?"

Confused dear reader? Jenny had a favourite doll which was always her constant companion as she grew up. The doll, a rag doll, was given to her as an Earth Day present and she named it, Rosemary.

A week or so after their wedding they had retired to bed at their usual time. Jenny had been asleep for about an hour when Ralph, who was still awake, casually whispered to his sleeping wife, "Tell me your little secrets."

To his surprise, she took up the role of her doll and told her best friend, Jenny, the secret of Johnny and Cassie. From that day forward whenever Jenny had a secret Ralph was bound to know within an hour, or so, of her going to sleep.

However, 'tis best for life that some things remain secret.

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