To the bedroom.

As much as it would be fun having sex in each room and making our way to the master bedroom, I would prefer the comfort and softness of her bed compared to the hard furniture around the house. "Let's go upstairs to your bedroom."

"Okay," Susan frowned with disappointment. I guess she was more adventurous than I had thought.

"I'll make the trip to the bedroom worthwhile," I smirked as I unhooked her legs from my shoulders and slid our connected bodies off the pedestal table. She instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck for support, fearing she would fall when I stood up but she was safe with her speared on my cock and my hands cupping her ass.

"Oh!" she moaned with each bounce on my erection as I made our way to the pantry.

"Grab some Gatorade," I ordered her. "We'll need those to hydrate, replenish our electrolytes, and get more energy if we're going to be fucking for the rest of the day."

"Have you ever had a sex marathon before?" Susan asked curiously as she leaned over to grab a couple bottles of the sports drink.

"I guess just my honeymoon," I replied, not wanting to reveal the foursome that Bill, Emma, Sam, and I had at the Youngs' basement playroom months earlier.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous of the idea of being fucked for hours by a cock," she smiled. "Having my pussy licked by my wife is very different!"

"But you enjoy it being fucked by my cock, no?"

"Oh yes!" she giggled, teasingly squeezing my dick with her pussy muscles. "It just took me a while to get used to having a warm, throbbing cock instead of a cold, plastic dildo in me..."

"Okay, I assume Deborah has never done this with you..."

"Done what?"

I began lifting her petite frame up and down on erection as I walked to the stairs. Thank God I worked out and she was less than a hundred pounds soaking wet (and she was!). She unwrapped one of her arms from my neck to grab the railing while I carefully I climbed up the stairs. Once we made our way to the top I resumed pistoning her up and down my cock and had climaxed by the time I put her down on the bed.

We then fucked for a couple hours, stopping to take breaks to rehydrate or to Google sex positions neither of us have tried or heard of. We even did my favorite position, the Pile Driver, three times — luckily Susan was very lithe and, from the sounds of her moans, enjoyed how deep my cock sank into her cunt. By the time we took a much needed nap right before lunch, I was probably pumping more seminal fluid into her than semen but I don't think either of us really cared about getting her impregnated at that point.

Before going downstairs for lunch, we decided to take a shower. It was a quick shower because it didn't take long for my limp cock to be revived by her blowjob (she was getting better with experience) and we fucked again — first in the shower stall before fumbling out and Susan getting on all fours to take a hard pounding from behind. Our plans to make lunch were dashed with our renewed lust so we decided to pause long enough to order out and have our food delivered. We made a bet how many times I could make her cum before lunch arrived — Susan said three times but I won with her reaching seven orgasms before I emptied my balls into her. It was a win-win for her.

After grabbing the food left on the porch by the delivery guy we took a much needed break. We talked about work and family to get to know each other better — considering that we were going to be having sex all day it was a polite thing to do to get know more about your partner. Eventually we finished lunch and we weren't in a mad rush to get back to the bedroom — we still wanted to have sex but it rather it was slower and tender lovemaking than the hardcore pounding before lunch.

During one of our breaks in the afternoon, Catherine texted Susan while she laid on top of me. "Cat asks how we're doing."

"Great but tired!" I chuckled.

"She asks if there's anything you would like for dinner?" Susan added, typing back on her phone.

"Whatever you girls want," I shrugged.

"How about Chinese?" she asked.

"Sure!"

"She says she'll be here around six," Susan said, putting down her phone

"So that leaves us two more hours!" I noted before rolling her off of me onto her back. "Did I mention that I love eating Chinese!"

Susan had a look of confusion on her beautiful face for a moment until it dawned on her what I meant when I crawled down between her slender thighs.

"OOooooh, Michael!" she purred when she felt my tongue run along her slit to her sensitive clit. Her manicured fingers ran through my hair while I orally brought her to orgasm.