Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13

... “I’ve read all the hype about it keeping you hard but nothing about cumming, I guess that we’ll have to wait and see.”

The quick answer is that it did stop Dylan cumming. Still out on the veranda we fucked for going on for and hour. We performed in various positions with me cumming 3 times before we stopped and went and had another shower. Our stomachs had told us that we were hungry.

Dylan still had a hard-on, that his jeans didn’t do a good job of hiding, as we walked to the hotel restaurant and I promised to stay in front of him to try to hide the bulge a bit.

As we tucked into the meal Dylan told me that his cock had started to go soft and I replied saying that I was a little disappointed that his hard-on had only lasted for just under a couple of hours.

“Maybe it’s because I’m eating and I can’t see your naked body Esther.”

I pulled my top down exposing my tits to him for a couple of seconds then asked.

“Did that start it rising again?”

“It certainly slowed down it going soft for a little while.”

“If I thought that I could get away with it I’d strip naked and sit on the table in front of you with my legs spread wide.”

“Wow, I’d really like that, and the image of you doing that started it rising again, but it didn’t last. We need to finish up here then get back to the bungalow.”

We hurried the rest of the meal then headed back to the bungalow where we made love for hours. I don’t know how many hours, but what I do know is that Dylan made me ...

... cum 4 times and I’m 100 percent sure that we fucked for much longer than ever before, before we finally fell asleep.

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I woke to the feeling of Dylan’s cock entering me and when I opened my eyes I could see people walking along the path to the beach.

We continued where we’d left off a few hours earlier and Dylan made me cum 2 more times before he finally shot his load deep inside me.

His cock finally went soft and we went to the shower, the cool water really refreshed me. I felt Dylan’s cock getting hard again as it rested on my butt, his hands soaping my front.

“Is this the start of round 3 Dylan?” I asked.

“Maybe, I can’t control it.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining, if I had my way you’d be hard all the time. That way we could fuck whenever I thought about sex.”

“Think about sex and me fucking you a lot do you Esther?”

“I have done since we got married, especially when I’m naked, but even when I’ve got clothes on I keep thinking about your cock and you using it to make love to me.”

“Good,” Dylan said, “I like the idea of my wife wanting me to fuck her all the time.”

I bent forwards and Dylan’s cock entered me again.

One orgasm later I stood up and washed my pussy again. Dylan hadn’t cum and I said,

“I’m having second thoughts about this viagra thing, you’ve made me cum lots of times but you’ve only cum once, it’s not very fair on you Dylan.”

“Esther, sweet Esther, stop thinking about me cumming, I’m not complaining. Just feeling my ...