Always Faithful - Chapter Thirty-Five - Sex Stories

Always Faithful - Chapter Thirty-Five

... closet and pulled out the short silk robe she bought for him two years ago. “Wait for me in the den; I will be down in just a minute. Could you pour us a brandy?” Laura opened the pouch and retrieved the rarely worn panties. Greg recognized the symbolism of the panties the second Laura made her dramatic entrance. She was barefoot wearing those panties he had seen once before; the ring he placed earlier in the evening her only jewelry. Laura had removed her makeup; she came nude to her lover save those panties Dan bought as gift to Greg four years ago and her new diamond engagement ring. The sheer black silk hid nothing; Laura’s sex chamber was obvious and available under the veil of loose silk. Those panties say she is Dan’s gift to me; wearing my ring is her commitment to me. “You look beautiful; you are beautiful.” Laura snuggled as close as possible. When Greg tried to speak she shushed him. “Tonight we don’t need sound, words; we are together and complete. Just be close and know we have our love.” They sat quietly together while drinking two brandies apiece. “Let’s go to bed. Tonight I want to make love to you, to give you all of my love. I want to excite you until you can’t stand any more. When I have you just as crazy as possible, I want you to tear these panties off my body and fuck my brains loose.” “This diamond is more than a symbol of your love for me.” Laura crawled on top of her man and demonstrated how her diamond ring could be a sex aid. She slowly raked ...

... Greg’s nipples, and giving her hand, showed him how to tantalize hers. With lips and teeth Laura kissed from earlobe to jaw line. Greg moaned softly. The hollow of throat, right below his Adam’s apple, was next target for lips, tongue, teeth. Remembering how sensitive LF was there, Laura tried kissing her man’s armpit, but the hairs tickled. She sneezed. “Roll over.” Lips, finger tips and nails traced a path from Greg’s neck to the crease between his buttocks. He was quivering with delight by the time Laura pulled head away to rest. Quivers turned to shakes after Laura spread his cheeks and blew soft streams of air targeting his anal opening. Greg flexed hips and tried to get close to the wind. Laura kissed where Greg needed her kiss, and then ducked her head lower to capture his sack in her mouth. Greg screamed and whirled. “Time for your fucking.” Greg flattened Laura; he reached for the black silk and tore Dan’s gift from his wife’s body. Cock drove hard pushing full deep. His hips became a blur; his weight drove air from her lungs. Laura clawed him. They screamed obscenities of love at each other. “I’m fucking you bitch; those damned panties are gone. They can’t protect you precious cunt.” “Harder, damn you, fuck harder. I want more you bastard.” “Cum bitch whore, cum on my big cock.” In every way they screamed bitch, stud, son-of-a-bitch, whore; always words tied with cum, fuck, pussy, cock. In short time, their screaming words lost definition. Their orgasms made all sounds ...