MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4 - Sex Stories

MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4

... should be back in about two.” She kissed me and strode out the door, returning almost three hours later laden with shopping bags, but she wouldn’t show me what she had bought. “It’ll be a surprise. Trust me!” We continued to satisfy each other orally every day; I knew I had to be careful because of the stitches from the birth. All that ended one Friday almost three months after Jamie’s birth. I walked through the door anticipating an eager greeting from Heidi and a kiss from Jennie. Instead, I found a note hanging on the closet door. “Upstairs and hurry.” Praying that Jennie was okay I took the stairs three at a time. My mood changed immediately when I opened the bedroom door. The room was illuminated by several candles and lying on the bed was my love. She was in a sexy pose, her body covered by a long black and almost transparent peignoir over a tiny pair of black panties and nothing else. She held a flute of champagne out for me. I took it and we drank as Jennie lost the peignoir and threw my clothes onto the floor. We kissed and groped like a pair of high school kids on their first date until Jennie pushed me back to climb over my hips and lower herself onto my hard stiff pole. I felt like it was our first time together. It had been so long—more than four months—since we last made love and I knew we’d missed each other terribly. Looking up at my beautiful sexy wife I mouthed the words “I love you,” and I was thrilled when Jennie repeated. Holding her hips I drove up, ...

... lifting her from the bed with every thrust. Jennie’s eyes were the window to her soul. They reflected the rapture she experienced as she ground her clit into me with astonishing force. We moved together for almost ten minutes as we kissed and I massaged her breasts and teased her nipples. I could tell from her breathing—it was rapid, shallow and erratic—that she was getting close. I knew she was there when she clamped her mouth over mine. She shook violently as I drowned her poor battered cunt with my juice. We were a sweaty mess when Jennie collapsed onto my chest. I held her as never before as I told her over and over how much I loved her. I was thrilled to have Jamie, but I was ecstatic to have my wife back. We made love two more times that night and again the following Saturday morning. Other than an occasional meal and taking care of Jamie and Heidi that was all we did the entire weekend—fuck and sleep. By Monday we were back to our pre-pregnancy sex schedule. If anything, we did it more often and with more emotion because we knew what we had missed over the past four months. We had another child when Jamie was two and—yes—it was another girl and—yes—I collected on that bet, too. When Jamie was five we shared all our information about Heidi, even teaching her the attack commands and the strict conditions under which they might be used. Personally, I doubted that Jamie would even have to give Heidi the attack command. I was sure that Heidi would protect Jamie just as she had ...