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“I love you, Harry.” Elaine says as she traces the tattoos on my chest with her fingers.

“I love you too, baby girl.” I reply, kissing the top of her head.

We are laying on the floor by the chaise, both completely exhausted from our orgasms. Occasionally, my wife’s legs spasm uncontrollably, the aftershock of her intense orgasm not yet over, and I hold her tightly to me as her body quivers.

“You made me come so hard, baby. It felt so good.” Elaine whispers. I plant another kiss on the top of her head but don’t reply verbally as a small frown comes over my face.

“You okay?” She questions, turning her head up to me.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” I say, rubbing her back.

Her face turns serious and she props herself up on her elbow and turns my head to make me look her in the eyes. “What is it, Harry? Tell me.”

“It’s just... I really wanted to make you squirt.” I sigh and look down in embarrassment. “I was so deep in you I really thought that today would be the day... I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.”

She frowns as she pushes my hair back from my face. “Baby, you’re not doing anything wrong.” She says gently as she softly plants kisses along my jaw. “You make me feel so good, Har. You make me come so hard it’s like an out of body experience. My orgasms are so intense without squirting.” She assures me.

I know that I make her come hard and often; my dick keeps my wife beyond satisfied. But I still feel inadequate because in all the years we’ve been together, I’ve never made her squirt. Not once. What makes matters worse is that she once admitted to me that an ex-boyfriend of hers made her squirt a few times, so I know her body is capable, but I guess just not with me.

It absolutely kills me to know that another man has made Elaine’s pussy gush when I haven’t. There’s always a lingering thought in the back of my mind that Elaine is thinking of him when I fuck her. That she’s thinking about how it felt when he would give her mind numbing orgasms that caused her to ejaculate all over his dick, on his fingers, into his mouth... That she’s thinking about how much better it felt with him.

I lift her head and bring her lips to mine. “I know, Elaine. I just want you to experience everything with me, and me only.” I say, a hint of sadness in my tone.

“Well, Har, you’re the only adult that’s ever sucked milk from my breasts.” She says giggling softly.

“And it better stay that way, little missy.” I say as I roll her onto her back and start to make out with my beautiful wife.