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and did ‘it’ in the
dark, was bandying words with a drop dead gorgeous guy from her … her what? She
might have thought it was her past but was it? Really? And with hindsight her
reticence was so unusual she should have known Maurice—what a wussy name—was
not her taste. Actually she had, but chose to ignore it. The guy tucked his
shirt into his underpants for goodness sake and Superman he wasn’t. Now, her
husband, for instance? By god he was a different matter entirely. Good grief,
her pussy dripped, she salivated and her libido shouted mine now, hurry up and fuck me .
      Oh lord, how times had changed.
    “Look,
if we’re…” She paused, unsure how to express herself forcefully enough without
cussing to high heaven. “Intimate,” she said finally and cringed as his
eyebrows disappeared under his hair line and he chuckled. Vicky punched his
arm. “Oh you. You know what I mean. If we have that, then maybe I need a wee
wakeup call?”
    “Wee?
You’ve been associated with the heathens from up north too much.” He flicked
her nose with his pinkie. “Oh no, my heart. Nothing short is allowed. Long
drawn out sweet stings and tingles, rediscovering each other and learning how
we mesh.” He kissed the spot he had flicked. “Deep kisses that touch the soul,
tiny touches, that sear the skin and leave a lingering mark of ownership. A
tongue on the cunt, a hand on the cock, and finally, a hard pego ready to slip
into a deep welcoming honeypot.” He stroked her cheek and let his hand slide
lower to stroke the circle of her neck, the swell of her breast and finally to
encircled her nipple and pinch the hard nub one, then twice with enough force
to make her gasp wince and sigh.
      “Oh. More.” Her pussy clenched as she imagined
…what next.
    “Onto
the bed, my heart. Welcome me. Show me you want my touch.” Kit spun her round,
smacked her arse with enough force to make her stagger, and laughed as she
squawked in surprise. “Now, get yourself ready and let’s consummate the next
phase of our journey together.”
    Vicky
didn’t think she’d ever moved so fast in her life.
      With one hand she shoved condoms, tampons et
al onto the floor, and with the other smoothed out the creases in the sheet so
she didn’t get crease lines on her butt. The only marks she wanted there were
Kit's. Vicky wriggled and smiled.
    “Yes,
My Lord.”
    Kit’s
heart missed a beat and his breath hitched as he looked at her less than
submissive demeanor. If only she meant it in every way possible. Even so, he
chuckled as he followed her down with alacrity and pushed her to stretch out on
her back, arms above head and legs apart with his knees wedged in between them.
    His
cock grazed her navel and she giggled. “Mr. Impatient there.”
    “Oh
yes.” With little or no finesse he nudged the entrance to her channel with the
tip of his cock. If he had been of a fanciful bent he would have said her body
unfurled for him like a flower in first bud. As he thought of himself as
straightforward and without frills or furbelows, Kit discarded the thought as
soon as it formed, waited a scant second, and thrust forcefully into her.
    Victoria
gasped, moaned and shook her head from side to side. “Oh yes, more now.”
      He’d never understand women, Kit thought as he
set up a steady thrust and release that she followed smoothly, impeccably,
beautifully, as her body tightened and loosed as required to give them most
pleasure. Why the need to simulate rejection when all the while begging for
togetherness and completion?
    Too
conscious of himself buried deep inside her, of her muscles tightening and
contracting around him, Kit had no time to think of anything, other than he was
where he wanted to be. He pinched each rosy nipple in turn and was rewarded by
his wife’s sweet mewls, and a new sheen of perspiration over her already sweat
slicked shoulders.
    She
began to pant and Kit renewed his efforts. He wanted—needed—to fill her at the
same