[For Tom and Carol]
Gwen padded back into the bedroom and it struck me once more what a graceful, attractive woman my wife was.
"It's okay," she told me. "The baby's asleep. --What are you looking at?"
"You," I told her. "Your breasts. Your posture, which gives you those lovely clean lines. Your neck -- oh, I love your neck. Your lips. Your other lips. That mad tangle of pubic hair. All the parts that make you up."
"Huh-uh," she said, and stood just out of reach. "And what do you propose to do with all of those parts?"
I leaned forward for her; she stepped back. "Make mad passionate love to them, wench."
"Oh, sweetie. I'd love to make love tonight--"
It was in her voice. I said for her, "But--?"
"But," she said. "I really don't feel like it tonight. I've been up and busy with the baby and I'm so tired..."
"Um," I said. "That's okay."
She got into the bed on her side. I didn't move to cuddle her. "We'll make love soon, I promise."
"Okay," I told her. I turned out the light and we lay there in the dark.
She shifted herself over and reached for my cock. It was still hard, though my erection was fading. "Oh, my," she said. I didn't move or respond, and she let go of me. Finally she said, "It hasn't been that long, has it?"
I sighed. "We had sex when the baby was six weeks old because the doctor said we could. Before that it was in the seventh month. So either six months or nine and a half months."
"Oh," Gwen said, and was quiet again for a while. "I just don't feel like it," she said.
"That's okay," I told her again. Again there was uneasy silence, and somewhere during that, I fell asleep, maybe for a long time, maybe not. I woke to the sound and shudders of Gwen sobbing beside me, and managed in my fogged and crusty state to place a hand on her shoulder and to croak, "Hey. Hey, what's wrong?"
"Oh, Rob, I'm suh-suh-sorry. I didn't mean to way-ay-ake you." I slipped an arm under her shoulders and held her close to me and eventually the crying subsided. "I hate not wanting to have sex, but I just don't. My breasts are these feeding stations and they just aren't sexy at all and I'm so tired and I keep thinking you might-- might--" she was sobbing again and managed to squeeze out "leave me."
"Hey," I repeated, and calmed her again. "I'm here for you. I won't go away."
"I just keep feeling you get so horny and I don't do anything for you and you might have an--" Her voice was starting to hitch again so I interrupted.
"An affair? Sweetie, we left 'to be faithful' in the marriage vow and I intend to abide by it."
She snuggled up against me, hot tears spilling onto my chest. "You promise?"
"I do," I told her solemnly.
"None of those women from your past would interest you?" Gwen had never asked much about my romantic life previous to meeting her, though I'd asked about hers. She knew I'd had just over a dozen lovers, and I knew she'd had three, including me.
"No," I told her, and then, because I was still sleepy and because it was the truth, I said, "well, only one."
"Tell me about her," Gwen said in a small sleepy voice, so I did.
* * *
Her name was Merle, and I had to fuck her with my eyes closed. Not that she was ugly, quite the opposite. She was striking to look at, raven-wing hair and pale blue eyes that held the noon sky trapped in a clean strong face. Even lying beneath me, wisps of that ebony hair sweat-plastered to her clean strong face, I knew I could look at her and lose myself, lose the urgent rhythm of my fat cock in her slick wet pussy. Instead I buried my face in the hollow of her neck, sucking and biting her earlobe and her sturdy neck, and inhaling her wild scent.
"Your cock," Merle murmured. "I love the feel of your cock sliding into me. It's so big." She pressed her hips up against me, trying to capture my entire hard cock within her. I pulled away again and teased her with the head, popping the mushroom-like glans in and out of her with short eager thrusts. "Oh, Jesusssss--" she said, and the final syllable fell apart into a long sibilant sigh as she came again, her splendid body tightening against mine and then falling slack for a moment before she was ready to go on. "Fill me," she urged. "Fill my cunt with your big fat cock."
I adjusted position, pulling her knees up around my shoulders and bracing myself for fast hard strokes. I fixed my gaze on her breasts, sagging slightly over her ribs, the broad brown areolae soft again after her orgasm. I fucked her hard, filling her with the full length of my cock on every stroke, slapping my balls against her ass, grunting with the effort. Her breasts bounced as she thrust against me.
"Touch my clit," she whispered. "I love the way you touch my clit." I tweaked one nipple (and was rewarded by a slight change in texture, a nubbly stiffening) and traced a path down to her tidy arrowhead of pubic hair. Her clit was as sturdy and patrician as her face, a hard marble of excitement, and I played it with my index finger. She was wet, always wetter than any other woman I had ever known, and every stroke and glissade made her gasp and tauten, until finally I had reduced her vocabulary to a single obscenity, over and over.
"Fuck," she whispered and gasped and moaned. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhh fuck fuck fuck..." as I continued to slide my hard cock deeply into her oiled grip.
I changed positions again, putting her legs back down: this time I wanted to fuck her slowly. I wanted to come inside her. For me with Merle, that meant moving so I wasn't fucking her as much as I was rubbing the top of my cock along the ceiling of her cunt. "I'm going to come in you," I told her. I sensed her nod in the jostle of her breasts and the movement of her hips and the slow bounce of the bed.
Her pussy held me, caressed me as I slowly pushed my entire cock into her and slowly pulled it out. Merle gasped once as the head came out and again as it slid in, and she wrapped her arms around my back and her nails dug into my skin, hurting me but that was nothing compared to the delightful grasp of cunt on cock, the slippery velvet tingling that moved along my shaft, to the corona and glans and back again. I kept my deliberate, slow pace as the pressure built within me until I couldn't stand it any more and I groaned, "I'm commmming."
She moaned "Unnnh" as I frantically shoved the full length of my cock into her, grinding my pubis against her clit. My cock jerked and throbbed with orgasm, and I filled her with my come.
* * *
I stopped then. My cock was very hard, and I thought that Gwen had fallen asleep. With luck, I thought, I could manage a quiet jerk-off without waking her. As I shifted to roll her away, she reached up and held my hard-on loosely in her hand, the way the baby holds the rattle while she sleeps, and Gwen murmured, "Tell me more."
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