Katrina - Sex Stories

Katrina

... when Katrina spoke up again. "You're going to need to mix up a bottle of formula in case she wakes up. He milked me pretty dry.” She was panting a little when she said it before taking a sip of the water. She began to walk away, the two glasses in her hands, when she quickly turned around again to face Matt.

"He's going to fuck my ass,” she said. She gave a careful little downward elbow motion to her bum, with a wink and a bright smile. She then turned and hurried back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her with a foot.

Matt stood there for what must have been two minutes before he snapped out of the shock. His wife had never had anal sex. She had made a sour face when they last talked about the subject, before they were married. Like that was something she would never do.

It took all of this strength to walk inch by inch to the bedroom door, where he stood outside and listened for a few moments. He could hear Jerome let out a little laugh and Katrina giggle like a schoolgirl. He stood there for several minutes. Then he heard Jerome say, “Here, get on your hands and knees.” This was followed by a little squeal of excitement from Katrina."I can' believe I'm doing this,” she said.“It might hurt at first, but once you get used to it, you're gonna love it,” he replied.At that point, Matt was torn between his curiosity and the deep anxiety in his stomach that was pushing him to walk away. Finally, he made the choice to walk away. Just as he did, he heard Katrina ...

... let out an "Oh my god!” followed by what sounded like a high-pitched sigh, that quickly turned into a deeper moan which seemed to come from the most satisfied part of her.

He didn't think he could, but at some point, Matt fell asleep on the couch. By that point, the two of them had been going at it for several hours and it was well past midnight. He heard the door open and close a couple times. Each time hoping it was Jerome leaving, but it was more water or at one point a snack before more of who knows what.

"Matt, come on, get up.” It was Katrina, and she was fully dressed. The sun was out and the clock on the cable box read 11:26."I let you sleep long enough, but Bree is going to be here soon and I haven't seen her in months. I'm trying to get the house a little tidy at least."

He was still groggy and everything seemed like a normal day, except for the fact that he was waking up on the couch. He wasn't even sure if everything that happened last night was real or a dream. It could have all been a dream, the way Katrina was acting. But as he came more into consciousness, he realized it hadn't been a dream.

Jerome was gone. He had left hours ago, sometime between five and six in the morning. He had worn Katrina out and she fell right asleep for a few hours, only to wake up around eleven, quickly get dressed, and start cleaning up the place.

There was a knock at the door.

"Oh, she's early,” Katrina exclaimed frantically. "Go get some clean clothes on; those ...