That was only the beginning.

The rest of the evening becomes a blur. Your love-making is interrupted only by the short moments of rest each time you cum inside of her. All in all, you manage to climax five times… or maybe it was six? You are unsure exactly, disoriented by the hypnotic rhythm of your sex and the overwhelming intimacy of gazing into her eyes for the entire time. As for her, you lost count of the number of orgasms that racked her body by the time the first hour had ticked over. It’s well past 1:00 am when you finally collapse on top of her, and you’re not exactly sure how you managed to stay hard for well over five hours, let alone complete a non-stop marathon fuck session in that time. But even now as you lay completely exhausted atop her body, your cock remains hard, lodged deep within her pussy.

As you slide yourself out and sit up between her widespread legs, you witness for the first time the carnage on the mattress beneath her pelvis. The sheets are completely stained with a mess of her juices, combined with the sticky creampies you fucked straight out of her. As you climb up off the bed and retrieve the bottle of water from the nightstand, Gemma feebly rolls over to the edge of the mattress and begins cleaning your cum-coated cock with her mouth. You stand there, guzzling deep from the water bottle as she services your cock until it is completely clean. You head to the bathroom and retrieve some towels, lying them on the bed atop the huge wet patch, before climbing back into the bed where the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

You only get a few short hours of sleep before you get up and leave enough cash on the nightstand for Gemma to get a cab. You drive home, and immediately head for the downstairs bathroom where you jump into the shower. When you emerge, you see your wife descending the stairs dressed in her nightgown.

"Honey, what time did you come home last night?" she asks, rubbing her eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure, but it was quite late so I slept on the couch," you lie, drying your hair with a towel. "I didn't want to wake you."