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Chapter 12 by OppositeOfMiddle OppositeOfMiddle

What did she borrow?

Anal lube

Monica reaches into the front pocket of her robe and lifts out a bottle of lubricant. She makes sure I know what it is before she says, “After all the months of you being so patient, I think you deserve a special treat tonight. And I’m feeling in the mood.”

“In the mood for anal?” I ask hopefully. She just raises her eyebrows a couple times in response. Wow: she is feeling frisky. And I do deserve a treat after turning down two beautiful women tonight. Oh I’m definitely taking of my wife’s offer, but first I have to do something I’ve been craving for the last two weeks.

I wrap my arms around my wife and kiss her. I lift her up off the floor. She cries in surprise telling me to put her down—“I’m heavier than you,”. I slowly carry my wife to the bedroom. Nothing is stopping me. Even though I’m straining and sweating, I’m throwing my wife on the bed before I fuck her. I carried her to my room the first time we fucked and I’m doing it again.

After I throw her onto the bed, I turn to close the door. I don’t want my wife seeing me out of breath. When I turn around, Monica is sprawled on the bed, seductively playing with the belt on the robe.

I say, “Open up and show me what you brought.”

She smiles and opens her robe. Green lace covers her tits and stomach. It branches out and wraps her pasty white thighs leaving her pussy totally exposed. Her totally bare pussy. Holy fuck. I haven’t seen my wife’s pussy totally bald since our honeymoon. She’s been planning for tonight. Her little smooth cameltoe beckons to me. I can’t resist.

I hop up on the bed, grab my wife’s calves and push her legs toward her head. Her hips tilt and her pussy is perfectly presented to me. Her delicious folds open exposing her pink opening.

Monica must see the look on my face, and says, “Oh you’ve missed me.”

In response, I spit down onto her clit and immediately follow with my mouth. Even though I’m so ravenous for her, I take it slow. I know she likes it slow. I start on the outside, kissing her smoothly shaved lips. After some teasing licks on the outside, I finally run my tongue through her and taste my wife for the first time in months.

Oh I’ve missed this.

I lick her slowly, feeling her slick texture on every taste bud. I slowly devour her, taking in every moan and sigh. I’m a dying man in the desert who has splashed into an oasis. I’m grateful and enjoy everything.

I have her spread so wide and her hips pushed so far up that her little asshole is exposed to me. I’m drunk on bourbon and horny as fuck. I plunge my tongue down and lick her asshole. I’m going to fuck it later, might as well treat it kindly now.

Monica squeals in delight. “Oh my god, Chandler! You are such a freak. I love it.”

My tongue rims my wife’s ass as I finger her dripping pussy. God she’s so ready for me. And I’m so ready for her. I’ve been ready for months.

I sit up and pull down my pants. My cock is so rock solid; it doesn’t even bounce. My hand grips it, and I have to use **** to slap it down on my wife’s pussy. She’s so wet that I feel a splash on my stomach.

I ask, “Can I fuck my beautiful wife?”

Monica smiles and answers, “Yes.”

“What? I couldn’t hear you. Could you speak up?”

My wife yells loud enough for the entire cabin to hear, “YES! GET YOUR DICK IN ME AND FUCK ME!”

With consent, I push my dick to her opening and thrust. My cock strokes fully into her slick pussy. I watch it disappear. God, I’ve missed this sight. Missed this feeling of her warm pussy.

My wife is much more verbal with her thoughts. Her volume is still loud when she says, “Oh god! I forgot how big you were. Fuuuuck.”

I stay fully inside of my wife. I sigh the biggest relief. It’d been too long.

My wife grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to her face. We have the most intense make-out of our marriage. Sloppy. Intense. Unrestrained. We’ve missed each other.

Eventually I start moving my hips and fucking in and out of her gripping pussy. She’s just as tight as I remember: childbirth hasn’t changed her. Her pussy is so wet. The sheets are wet beneath my knees. Her nails scratch my back. Her moans echo in my ears. Her voluptuous body comes so hard beneath me.

I’m so glad I’m drunk. I would’ve exploded in my wife the first minute inside her, then we might have another kid on the way. The **** distracts me from the pleasure enough that I don’t come too soon. I want to make this enjoyment last.

And I want to fuck my wife’s thick ass.

Do I fuck my wife’s ass?

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