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couch and take this freshly shaved pussy?" My directness and nastiness
did not surprise me at the time. It just was how I was thinking. Later, I
thought back on this night and marveled at how I acted.
    "Get over the couch," he
commanded.
    As a loyal member of his court, I
pushed some pillows on the end on the couch and draped myself on them. Kneeling
on the couch, I arched my back and pressed my breasts to the pillows. I know my
open and shaved pussy invited his majesty. He knelt on the couch and thrust his
cock deep. He entered smoothly. I felt his tight balls on my bare lips. He
reared back and plunged deep. His thrusts were hard, fast, penetrating to the
end of me. I pressed back, upwards, taking it all, eagerly. My oral skills
might never match this, I thought, as my king thrust almost frantically now
into my burning pussy. I loved every moment, every inch. This was like our
honeymoon, like some dates in college. I came several times before he exploded.
I was dripping wet and exhausted but felt the hot flood of his seed filling my
quivering pussy. He fell exhausted on my back, his cock deep inside. I think we
both screamed. He pulled back and sat on the couch, and I fell next to him.
    "That was amazing," he
said. I was thinking the same. We lay back watching the fading fire. I felt
sleep descending on me. He looked like he might doze off, too.
    "Let's go to bed," I
said, but was too tired to move. He yawned.
    "Yeah, it's late." I laid
my head on his lap, his soft cock inches from my face. Our come was streaked on
his shaft and in his pubic hair.
    "I want us to be happy,"
I said, and slipped his entire cock in my mouth. I held it there, softly
cradling him, and slowly lifted off. Minutes later we went to the bedroom.
Nude, in bed, I fell asleep with the flavor of us lingering on my lips.
    The next morning we slept late. We
went out for breakfast. I wore a thin sundress and sandals; he wore jeans and a
shirt. We strolled along the shops and picked up some things. Other people
looked more hurried. I wondered if anyone noticed that I looked content,
relaxed. Maybe some noted I was freshly and thoroughly fucked. My pussy burned
and felt faintly sore.
    In the late afternoon we stopped
for a coffee. The place was back from the beachfront and less crowded than
most. We sat in a quiet corner. Our conversation turned to my plans for redoing
the bedrooms. We talked about color choices and then some accent pieces. My
aunt's study was filled with books on design and home décor. I'd gotten ideas
for what she'd like. My husband advised me to take my time and get more used to
the feel of the house. "I'm really comfortable here," I said, and
shared that I often went nude inside. His interest piqued beyond talking about
painting bedroom walls.
    "Do you go out on the
deck?"
    "Yes, I told you - nearly
every day. I like it there more than the beach. It's private and gorgeous. I
can hear the surf. If I get too hot, I rinse off in the outdoor shower my aunt 
made when we were kids. It kept us from bringing sand into the house when we
came back from the beach."
    "That sounds great. Good for
you." I think I sensed a slight jealousy. He was working all week, and I
was basically on vacation for the summer. I reminded myself not be too
expressive.
    "You sure you are okay with me
being here all summer?"
    "Absolutely!"
    He sounded sincere.
    "Look at how sexy you
look." He leaned closer. "Look how great our sex has been. You're
horny all the time. I love it."
    "I am horny all the time. I'm
masturbating like a teenager."
    "Really? Did you play with
yourself a lot when you were a teen?" He leaned closer now. This was way
more interesting than selecting paint.
    "Stop pretending to be
shocked," I said.” You did too, I'm sure."
    He laughed. "Okay, you're
right. So, do you use your fingers? You do it in bed? The shower?"
    "Yeah, all that."
    "That's so hot," he said.
"We should find you some toys."
    "I've been all through these
shops and found lots of