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Cloud Nine: Ch. Three free porn video
After Libby left Aaron, she did some shopping, getting home later than she expected, and the phone was ringing when she came in the door.
“You sound out of breath,” Gene said. “I got delayed and had to hurry,” Libby replied.
“Did you get the stuff I asked you to?”
She chuckled sexily. “Have I got a pussy?”
“The sweetest one I’ve ever tasted,” he laughed. “What did you get?”
“A black garter belt and black hose with little roses all over them and seams in the back. I had to go to three shops, but I found them. The hose are very ‘50s, you know. At the first two places, the clerks looked at me as if I had arrived in a time machine.”
“I know,” he said, “that’s why I like them. What about shoes?”
“Black fuck-me sandals, darling, that would make even a thousand-dollar call girl envious.”
“What about underwear?”
“No underwear, darling. You said you wanted to watch my tits jiggle when I walk.”
“Not just when you walk, sweetheart, but every time you move.”
“I know I’m going to feel so wanton, but if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. Showing off my assets is fine with me, as long you don’t mind.”
“You’ve got one of the foxiest asses in town, baby. I’ll see you in a little while.”
While Libby was taking a long, leisurely bubble bath, she thought about how wanton she’d felt the first time Gene asked her to keep her shoes on and crawl on the bed so he could watch her tits jiggle. Then she thought about Aaron, and got so hot, she knew she was going to boil the water. She laid her head back and closed her eyes and rubbed her clit real slow until she came.
She finished her bath and went into the bedroom just as Gene came in.
“Damn, you’re one foxy girl,” he said. “Why don’t you go that way?”
“Because I don’t want to spend the night in jail,” she laughed. “Some people take a dim view of public nudity.”
“Some people are stupid, especially when it comes to your nudity.”
“Darling, just what do you think would happen if the cops threw me in the tank bare-assed, with a bunch of men?”
“You’d cause a riot,” he laughed.
“Yeah, and I’d probably have to fuck them, and that would make things even worse. Public fornication is worse than public nudity.”
“Well, I could follow you with a video camera and record it for posterity.”
“We don’t own a video camera,” she said dryly.
“Maybe it’s time I bought one.”
“Go take your shower, or we’re going to be late.”
“We have plenty of time,” he said.
“Not if we keep talking this way,” she laughed. She picked up the bottle of his favorite scent and dabbed it in the proper places.
“Looks like you’re planning a big night.”
“Just making it smell nice for the guy who’s going to get his nose in my bush.”
She brushed her hair until it shone, painted her lips the way Gene liked, then put on her garter belt, hose and sandals, and was zipping her dress when he came into the bedroom.
He took a long look at her and gave a low whistle of appreciation.
“Like it?”
“I’d have to be crazy not to like it. Damn, you’re beautiful.”
And she truly was. Long blonde hair that reached almost to her ass, a lush, well-turned body with breasts that seemed to jut out to infinity and hips that provided a good handhold.
She sat on the bed and watched him dress, and the prospect of being turned inside out by his expert loving when they got home made her spirits soar. “While I was taking my bath, I got so hot, I had to get myself off,” she said softly.
“Do it again later,” he said, “I like to watch you get yourself off.”
“You know me,” she laughed softly, “I’ll do just about anything you ask.”
“Just about?”
“Well, I wouldn’t stand in front of a speeding train, unless it would save your life, and I won’t play S&M games. If you want to spank me or tie me up just for fun, that’s okay though. You look so handsome in a tux.”
“Have to keep up with my wife,” he said. “Are you ready? The car will be here in a few minutes.”
“What car?”
“I rented a limo for the night.”
“Boy, you’re going all out. Do you think if you impress me enough, I’ll let you fuck me?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“I feel like a virgin about to lose her cherry,” she giggled.
“If I remember correctly, I got your cherry.” He took her arm and they went outside just as the limo pulled into the driveway.
She settled back into the plush seat as the limo purred away and grinned. “I could get used to riding around in a limo,” she said. “You’re spoiling me.”
“You deserve it.” He took a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and poured two glasses.
“Oh, this is decadent,” she laughed. She spied two gift-wrapped boxes on the jump seat in front of her. “Somebody left their gifts.”
“They’re yours,” he said. “You can open the smaller one now.”
“When do I get to open the other one?”
“On the way home.”
She tore the wrapping off the box and opened it, and exclaimed, “Oh, Gene, it’s beautiful ! ” She leaned over and gave him a big, wet smooch. “Thank you, darling. How did you know that I wanted a gold belly chain?”
“I listen when you talk.”
She held it up with one finger. “Oh, look how it sparkles.” Without thinking that the divider was down and the driver could see her in the rearview mirror, she gathered her long gown up around her waist and fastened the chain around her belly. “It’s so beautiful,” she said softly.
“So are you,” he laughed, “and the driver probably thinks so, too.”
“Oh,” she said, then grinned and rearranged her dress.
They went to a small, very exclusive restaurant in the foothills above Denver.
“Oh, honey,” she said, “this place is so expensive. What are you going to do when we’ve been married twenty-five years?”
“Take out a second mortgage on the house,” he laughed.
The driver came around and opened the door and leered at Libby as she got out and her dress slid up her legs. She didn’t know why he made such a big deal of it. After all, he had seen her naked to the waist when she put her belly chain on. Gene grinned and took her arm and escorted her to the door.
“Coming here makes me feel like a snob,” she said softly as they followed the maitre d’ to a secluded table in a corner.
Gene seated her and sat to her left and moved his chair over until his knee touched hers. “You’re the last person in the world who could be a snob,” he said.
A waiter brought a wine bucket on a stand, a wine steward brought a bottle of champagne, opened it and poured two glass and left without saying a word.
“You know what champagne does to me,” Libby said with a soft, sexy chuckle. “You don’t have to go to all this trouble to get in my pants, you know.”
“You’re not wearing any,” he quipped.
“Yeah, and it makes me feel so risqu’, being in such a splendiferous joint and naked under this imagine dress.” She put her hand on his arm and looked into his eyes. “This is our anniversary, darling, and you know I’ll give you anything you want tonight.”
She sounded so serious, he had to laugh. “Then every night of the week must be an anniversary of some sort.”
“Naw,” she chuckled, “I’m just a bawdy wench with a lusty libido.”
“When I figure out which one, I’ll make an offering to the appropriate god.”
“Why, that isn’t hard to figure out, darling, there’s Eros and Dionysus and Aphrodite.”
“You’ve been reading again. Aphrodite was the goddess of sensual love, and Dionysus was associated with wine and orgies.”
“They would have made a perfect pair, don’t you think? We’ll have our own private orgy when we get home. In the meantime, would you pour me another glass of wine?” She took a sip and said, “Ahhh, excellent. Between the time we dated in college and the time we got back together, did you have a pretty active sex life?”
“So-so,” he replied.
“In an average week, how many different girls did you fuck?”
“Ah, our dinner is here,” he said. “I took the liberty of ordering in advance.”
“You aren’t going to answer my question, are you?” She laughed, a soft, alluring sound that made his cock tingle.
“I like the sound of your laughter,” he said. “I like a lot of things about you.”
“Keep talking, darling, you’re making me feel very special.”
“You are very special. I didn’t keep a score-card, but there weren’t many. I wasn’t a playboy. Were you very active?”
“No, nothing to write home about. I kept comparing the guys I met to you, and they came up short. Pun intended.”
“Do you remember the first time we made love?”
“Darling, it’s etched indelibly in my memory,” she said quietly. “I thought I had found the keys to the kingdom.”
“I knew you were a virgin, and I expected you to be shy and inhibited. Instead, you went after me like a tiger, and I thought you were going to eat me alive.”
“I tried my damndest to eat one part of you,” she laughed. “You must think I’m pretty cheap, the way I fell over and spread my legs for you so easily.”
“I don’t think anything of the kind,” he said firmly. “I came on to you pretty strong. Deliberately. I wanted you, and I usually get what I want.”
“Still, I was pretty wanton that night, almost whorish, in fact.”
“Did your behavior shock you?”
“No,” she said quickly, “but it surprised the hell out of me. I didn’t know that I was capable of some of the things I did.”
“How are you doing with the champagne?”
“I’m getting a nice buzz, a nice horny buzz. I don’t know if it’s just the wine, though. I think part of it’s you.”
“Would you like to go dancing?”
“I would rather do the horizontal tango. Take me home and fuck me.”
“I think I’m up to that,” he said with a big grin.
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“You sound out of breath,” Gene said. “I got delayed and had to hurry,” Libby replied.
“Did you get the stuff I asked you to?”
She chuckled sexily. “Have I got a pussy?”
“The sweetest one I’ve ever tasted,” he laughed. “What did you get?”
“A black garter belt and black hose with little roses all over them and seams in the back. I had to go to three shops, but I found them. The hose are very ‘50s, you know. At the first two places, the clerks looked at me as if I had arrived in a time machine.”
“I know,” he said, “that’s why I like them. What about shoes?”
“Black fuck-me sandals, darling, that would make even a thousand-dollar call girl envious.”
“What about underwear?”
“No underwear, darling. You said you wanted to watch my tits jiggle when I walk.”
“Not just when you walk, sweetheart, but every time you move.”
“I know I’m going to feel so wanton, but if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. Showing off my assets is fine with me, as long you don’t mind.”
“You’ve got one of the foxiest asses in town, baby. I’ll see you in a little while.”
While Libby was taking a long, leisurely bubble bath, she thought about how wanton she’d felt the first time Gene asked her to keep her shoes on and crawl on the bed so he could watch her tits jiggle. Then she thought about Aaron, and got so hot, she knew she was going to boil the water. She laid her head back and closed her eyes and rubbed her clit real slow until she came.
She finished her bath and went into the bedroom just as Gene came in.
“Damn, you’re one foxy girl,” he said. “Why don’t you go that way?”
“Because I don’t want to spend the night in jail,” she laughed. “Some people take a dim view of public nudity.”
“Some people are stupid, especially when it comes to your nudity.”
“Darling, just what do you think would happen if the cops threw me in the tank bare-assed, with a bunch of men?”
“You’d cause a riot,” he laughed.
“Yeah, and I’d probably have to fuck them, and that would make things even worse. Public fornication is worse than public nudity.”
“Well, I could follow you with a video camera and record it for posterity.”
“We don’t own a video camera,” she said dryly.
“Maybe it’s time I bought one.”
“Go take your shower, or we’re going to be late.”
“We have plenty of time,” he said.
“Not if we keep talking this way,” she laughed. She picked up the bottle of his favorite scent and dabbed it in the proper places.
“Looks like you’re planning a big night.”
“Just making it smell nice for the guy who’s going to get his nose in my bush.”
She brushed her hair until it shone, painted her lips the way Gene liked, then put on her garter belt, hose and sandals, and was zipping her dress when he came into the bedroom.
He took a long look at her and gave a low whistle of appreciation.
“Like it?”
“I’d have to be crazy not to like it. Damn, you’re beautiful.”
And she truly was. Long blonde hair that reached almost to her ass, a lush, well-turned body with breasts that seemed to jut out to infinity and hips that provided a good handhold.
She sat on the bed and watched him dress, and the prospect of being turned inside out by his expert loving when they got home made her spirits soar. “While I was taking my bath, I got so hot, I had to get myself off,” she said softly.
“Do it again later,” he said, “I like to watch you get yourself off.”
“You know me,” she laughed softly, “I’ll do just about anything you ask.”
“Just about?”
“Well, I wouldn’t stand in front of a speeding train, unless it would save your life, and I won’t play S&M games. If you want to spank me or tie me up just for fun, that’s okay though. You look so handsome in a tux.”
“Have to keep up with my wife,” he said. “Are you ready? The car will be here in a few minutes.”
“What car?”
“I rented a limo for the night.”
“Boy, you’re going all out. Do you think if you impress me enough, I’ll let you fuck me?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“I feel like a virgin about to lose her cherry,” she giggled.
“If I remember correctly, I got your cherry.” He took her arm and they went outside just as the limo pulled into the driveway.
She settled back into the plush seat as the limo purred away and grinned. “I could get used to riding around in a limo,” she said. “You’re spoiling me.”
“You deserve it.” He took a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and poured two glasses.
“Oh, this is decadent,” she laughed. She spied two gift-wrapped boxes on the jump seat in front of her. “Somebody left their gifts.”
“They’re yours,” he said. “You can open the smaller one now.”
“When do I get to open the other one?”
“On the way home.”
She tore the wrapping off the box and opened it, and exclaimed, “Oh, Gene, it’s beautiful ! ” She leaned over and gave him a big, wet smooch. “Thank you, darling. How did you know that I wanted a gold belly chain?”
“I listen when you talk.”
She held it up with one finger. “Oh, look how it sparkles.” Without thinking that the divider was down and the driver could see her in the rearview mirror, she gathered her long gown up around her waist and fastened the chain around her belly. “It’s so beautiful,” she said softly.
“So are you,” he laughed, “and the driver probably thinks so, too.”
“Oh,” she said, then grinned and rearranged her dress.
They went to a small, very exclusive restaurant in the foothills above Denver.
“Oh, honey,” she said, “this place is so expensive. What are you going to do when we’ve been married twenty-five years?”
“Take out a second mortgage on the house,” he laughed.
The driver came around and opened the door and leered at Libby as she got out and her dress slid up her legs. She didn’t know why he made such a big deal of it. After all, he had seen her naked to the waist when she put her belly chain on. Gene grinned and took her arm and escorted her to the door.
“Coming here makes me feel like a snob,” she said softly as they followed the maitre d’ to a secluded table in a corner.
Gene seated her and sat to her left and moved his chair over until his knee touched hers. “You’re the last person in the world who could be a snob,” he said.
A waiter brought a wine bucket on a stand, a wine steward brought a bottle of champagne, opened it and poured two glass and left without saying a word.
“You know what champagne does to me,” Libby said with a soft, sexy chuckle. “You don’t have to go to all this trouble to get in my pants, you know.”
“You’re not wearing any,” he quipped.
“Yeah, and it makes me feel so risqu’, being in such a splendiferous joint and naked under this imagine dress.” She put her hand on his arm and looked into his eyes. “This is our anniversary, darling, and you know I’ll give you anything you want tonight.”
She sounded so serious, he had to laugh. “Then every night of the week must be an anniversary of some sort.”
“Naw,” she chuckled, “I’m just a bawdy wench with a lusty libido.”
“When I figure out which one, I’ll make an offering to the appropriate god.”
“Why, that isn’t hard to figure out, darling, there’s Eros and Dionysus and Aphrodite.”
“You’ve been reading again. Aphrodite was the goddess of sensual love, and Dionysus was associated with wine and orgies.”
“They would have made a perfect pair, don’t you think? We’ll have our own private orgy when we get home. In the meantime, would you pour me another glass of wine?” She took a sip and said, “Ahhh, excellent. Between the time we dated in college and the time we got back together, did you have a pretty active sex life?”
“So-so,” he replied.
“In an average week, how many different girls did you fuck?”
“Ah, our dinner is here,” he said. “I took the liberty of ordering in advance.”
“You aren’t going to answer my question, are you?” She laughed, a soft, alluring sound that made his cock tingle.
“I like the sound of your laughter,” he said. “I like a lot of things about you.”
“Keep talking, darling, you’re making me feel very special.”
“You are very special. I didn’t keep a score-card, but there weren’t many. I wasn’t a playboy. Were you very active?”
“No, nothing to write home about. I kept comparing the guys I met to you, and they came up short. Pun intended.”
“Do you remember the first time we made love?”
“Darling, it’s etched indelibly in my memory,” she said quietly. “I thought I had found the keys to the kingdom.”
“I knew you were a virgin, and I expected you to be shy and inhibited. Instead, you went after me like a tiger, and I thought you were going to eat me alive.”
“I tried my damndest to eat one part of you,” she laughed. “You must think I’m pretty cheap, the way I fell over and spread my legs for you so easily.”
“I don’t think anything of the kind,” he said firmly. “I came on to you pretty strong. Deliberately. I wanted you, and I usually get what I want.”
“Still, I was pretty wanton that night, almost whorish, in fact.”
“Did your behavior shock you?”
“No,” she said quickly, “but it surprised the hell out of me. I didn’t know that I was capable of some of the things I did.”
“How are you doing with the champagne?”
“I’m getting a nice buzz, a nice horny buzz. I don’t know if it’s just the wine, though. I think part of it’s you.”
“Would you like to go dancing?”
“I would rather do the horizontal tango. Take me home and fuck me.”
“I think I’m up to that,” he said with a big grin.
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