Darcie talks first.

At last, Darcie was able to speak, “My God, Spence! I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, you did ask,” Spencer reminded her.

“Fucking glad I did too,” she said as she sat herself up on her elbows, her finger diving into the pool of cum collecting between her legs. Darcie coated one of her fingers in Spencer's sticky cum before placing it in her mouth tasting it.

“Let save it till the bedroom next time, I’m not sure my back could take it on the desk again,” Darcie said before suddenly catching herself, not sure if there would be another time or if this was a one-time deal.

“Give me a couple of minutes and let’s have that next time then,” Spencer said, his sex drive awakened after such a long absence.

Darcie looked at Spencer for a moment before she started running to the bedroom, laughing and shrieking with Spencer close behind her.

Their giggling turned to kissing as they made it to the bedroom and collapsed onto Darcie’s big king-sized bed together. The run had ignited Spencer's animal instinct at chasing a female so that he was stiff and rock hard by the time they got there. He wasted no time in climbing onto Darcie and trusting himself inside her.

Darcie’s hand grabbed the bedsheets as she felt him enter her. After so long without being fucked, here she was being invaded by a man’s penis for the second time in less than one hour. She grasped his toned ass and urged him into her, her hips rising to meet every thrust of his stiff dick. Spencer spread his knees wide as he drove down with his hips. The soft mattress of the bed feeling great to work on.

Spencer was able to last considerably longer the second time bringing Darcie to a number of fine orgasms on her back before switching over and riding Spencer. She loved the way he played attention to her sensitive nipples as she bounced her hips up and down on his cock, wanting him to feel just as good as he was making her feel.

Darcie rode Spencer long and hard, using his cock to hit the buttons her husband could no longer reach. Her pussy was a juicy mess of Spencer’s first cum and her own moisture when she felt him plant his second load inside her. Spencer grunted and bucked his hips as he came, the way Darcie rolled her hips in semi-circles on his cock driving him to cum. Darcie for her part leaning back and massaging Spencer’s much lighter balls as she rose from the base of his cock to the tip. She gave up on trying to count the number of orgasms she had just happy to be made to cum from someone other than herself.

Spencer could feel Darcie squeezing her pussy walls around his cock, long after he had come, his cock retreating to its former size but still held within Darcie. He couldn’t get over her hunger for his package and understood the belief that women reached their sexual peak later in life. At last, he rolled her to their sides and held her to him. His hands still roaming her body, Spencer just couldn’t get himself to stop playing with Darcie’s luscious breasts. He was worse than he’d been as a teenager.