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"Weren't the Greens nice?" Sharon said again, as she and Ron walked into the bedroom of their small, but tastefully furnished home. "I was certainly glad to meet them."
"Saved the night, that's for sure," Ron agreed. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I would have climbed the walls. There's simply no reason to put up with people you don't like, and I always feel like an absolute fool when I do anyway." Ron chided himself. "Why the hell do we go to these things? I never seem to learn." Ron felt the alcohol he had drunk that night rise in him along with his exasperation, making him slightly dizzy and off-balance.
"Undo me, will you dear?"
Ron reached over and unzipped his wife's dress unsteadily, and then watched lovingly as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the long beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip, pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.
"Ohhhhhh!" Sharon exclaimed, jumping forward from the electric contact of his fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner thighs, especially in that nakedly smooth place above the tops of her nylons. "Oh, stop it, Ron, that tickles."
Ron frowned slightly, and sat again on the bed. He detected a note of reproach in her voice, a note he had heard often in their married years. He knew his wife enjoyed sex and being aroused, but it was almost as though she didn't want to admit that fact to herself. He continued to stroke her long tapered legs, moving his hand up to tantalize the pubic mound so provocatively prominent under the silk crotch band of her panties. She wiggled her ripe flaring hips as if in protest, but didn't step away.
"Ohhhhhh, Ron. Oh darling! I love you so much!" Sharon turned suddenly, almost as if to escape the maddening caress of his fingers, and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him hard as they embraced passionately.
How lucky I am, Sharon thought to herself. Landing Ron for a husband was a coup d'etat of the first order. She must have been courted by at least ten other men, and he had been constantly surrounded by other women, yet somehow she had won him away from all the other girls. He was going to be a success, she had implicit faith in that. He was confident of his writing skill, and his art columns had been nationally recognized as the work of a talented writer and critic.
And she was important to him. He had told her so, many times, and she made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course, he was so wrapped up in his work that it seemed that they weren't as close as they used to be, and in the evenings, he was often so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as before... and this worried her. Not that she needed it so very much, oh, she did, but not as often as a man does, but because Ron didn't seem to respond as much as he used to.
A slight spark of worry crossed Sharon's mind as she hugged and kissed her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its luster, and Ron become bored with her? He didn't seem to be bored now, not with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers, or his quiet moaning from deep within his throat as his arousal became stronger, or the hard throbbing lump of his rising penis as it stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she concluded. He loved her more than ever.
Ron turned his head and smiled at his young wife. She returned his smile coyly, and his hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tightly clenched alabaster mounds of her buttocks. He moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic band of her panties, running his hands along the warm satiny skin. She squirmed beneath his touch, then let her loins ease timidly up into his hardening penis only for a moment.
Then, without warning, she stood up, almost businesslike, arched her back and unsnapped her brassiere. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals from ivory rose buds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and half slip, and removed them in one easy, graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser beside her. Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching nakedly out along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.
Damn! Ron thought, turning to stare at her beauty, there's no other woman like hers and she looks just as beautiful now as yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of the abandoned pose she had taken. And yet there was something that bothered him, a slight doubt in the back of his mind that made him wonder if her smoothly graceful movements were spontaneous or somehow performed almost dutifully.
He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the wellrounded, almost sculpted curves of succulent flesh next to him. Sharon lay back against the pillow, her long lithe legs moving up and down, her toes digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. She squirmed her smoothly rounded buttocks down into the mattress, aware of the licentious effect her actions were having on her husband, enjoying the seductive exhibition of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.
Ron didn't waste any more time but yanked at his clothes, not even bothering to get off the bed, tearing one of the buttons off his shirt in his haste to make himself naked with his deliciously inviting wife. It took him only a moment, and then he rolled to a kneeling position on the bed and looked down at Sharon's nakedly enticing form. His thick, blood enriched penis throbbed and beat out in front of him like a second heart.
"I'm ready, baby, ready right now," he grinned down at her. He roamed his hands over her, playing with the soft warm firmness of her thighs and breasts, stopping once to tweak her rubied nipples into rock-hard firmness before running an outstretched finger down the shadowy valley between her full, high set white breasts. She squirmed slightly, her face round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about it. He felt his groin abruptly draw in with a hot hungry need. It was like making love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the natural reluctance of "the first time." Sharon's long silken hair hung over her shoulders and curled across her ripe budded breasts. Between her widespread legs, which were shaped by a master craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which coffered her blushing pink vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on the pubic hair up between her thighs. Ron chided himself for his doubts about her willingness to have sex with him. The warmly gleaming furrow between her legs showed without doubt that she wanted him and wanted him now!
He leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he crushed his hungry mouth against her warmly pulsating vagina, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her wetly quivering cuntal lips with yearning heat. Sharon moaned, but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him.
"No... no... not that, Ron! You know I don't like you to kiss me there. No, please stop... please stop... please!" Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her naked young body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, darling," she whispered, ''Not down there..."
Ron didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his wife's lushly ripened body and ground his lips onto hers. There it was again, the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship! He had tried for all the time they had been sleeping together to show her the intense erotic arousal coming from his lips against her cunt, her mouth around his penis. He had been blown by other girls many times in the past, before Sharon and he were married. He wanted her to do the same to him to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the heated pulsating velvet-like insides of her cuntal lips. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his wildly jerking cock, and the very thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on her warm wet mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his white hot sperm into her throat as he had into other's throats, and hear her mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so.
And he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her erect little clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue tip around and around her vagina, until at last he plunged his tongue deep into the sweetly clasping cavern of her pussy, to soak up the secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in and out of her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.
He held her tight to him and felt her nakedly warm body as it undulated beneath him, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his anxiously beating penis until it throbbed with a rock-like hardness.
"Oh... baby! Sharon moaned. - "Darling, darling, I want you so badly..."
"Yes... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly in between her open thighs, and she rubbed her hot, hair protected cunt against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press gently in against the throbbing virility of his maleness. His head swam from the alcohol he'd drunk, and his long thick cock seeped with desire from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her smoothly warm skin. His massively rigid penis jerked, jumping as though it was ready to spew its churning white seminal fluid right now. Once more he drove his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling erotic excitement through him.
The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he entered her warmly clasping vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling explosion and flooded his brain. He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but... but what? What was nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time, and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife, but the spice was gone. He lifted his head and lay his cheek against her soft hair.
"Is... there something wrong, Ron?" she whispered.
"What? Oh, no, of course not. I... was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.
His delicious wife began to shiver beneath him, her firm sleek thighs rubbing his loins in what appeared to be hunger. ''You want to make love to me, don't you?" she breathed.
"Yes, yes I want to."
"How... ?" her question was unexpected, and sent an electrifying current through him. It was really something new to hear her ask for a good screwing, but then to want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his eagerly pulsing cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.
"Hard!" he replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"
"Oh, Ron, do it now! I want you inside me... now!" she cried.
He drew her naked young body closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the smooth round buttocks, his hand over the softly yielding crevice which halved them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his long fleshy hardness. Ron choked with the cool contact of her fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full sensual length of her body against him grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide, almost too casually, and his massively thick penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her waiting wet cunt, the thin, hair lined archway to her innermost being dilated with the desire for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his bulbous, aching shaft and drew it closer, sliding its hot pulsating head up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender pink flesh until its lustexpanded knob rested against her wetly quivering cuntal entrance.
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