Her First Time Ch. 31

A week ago, we hadn't yet been to Tampa, hadn't met Amanda Browning, hadn't... so much! Now, she was leaving to prepare for being the star of a major movie in... like eight hours!

Hoop and bar in hand, I hurried back to my bride, my dick bouncing with every step. Dani was already almost in the right position, I pushed and prodded her knees together until I could press the hoop over her back and up in the crook of her knees, pressing the bar in-between her bent legs and tummy, snapping it in place, holding her knees tightly together, revealing that luscious pussy. Dani was virtually helpless, her arms in those stretch sleeves and her legs in the most delectable position, knees tight together against her chest, held in place by the hoop and bar.

I grabbed some lube out of my nightstand drawer, not that I'd need it, but as tight as I knew her pussy was going to be, it...

And I didn't even let myself finish the thought before I was pressing inside her... so tight... so fucking good!

"Ahh, ahh, ohhhh fuckkk!" Dani started grunting the obscenities as I pressed inside her.

My own groans nearly blurred hers out from my ears. This was... oh fuckk! The heat, the velvety tightness! It was too much! I fucked my wife, her hips bucked, both of us in the throes of ecstasy. That last kiss with Jenny, watching Dani eating Jenny's pussy, the vision of Alan Ryder fucking my wife... of Jenny and Jason, the thoughts blurred together and my orgasm exploded just as Dani let a gigantic scream, her body shuddering and clenching even tighter around me.

It was hard to breathe, both our bodies drenched in sweat as we lay side-by-side, Dani still trussed as she had been. It was several minutes until I had the strength to begin unraveling her.

"If this is our last before I leave tomorrow, guess it's one we can remember, hunh!" she said in her panting breath.

Minutes later, all had been removed, including the blindfold, and Dani and I just lay together, holding each other. The realization hit me that this very well may be the last time we had sex for possibly weeks. After the intensity, I wasn't sure I'd be able again before she had to board her plane leaving at seven-nineteen tomorrow morning.

We kissed, massaging each other with our hands, both of us realizing the immensity of the voyage we were about to take, the voyage we'd begun this night.

I got up, closed the blinds. No more voyeurs, not this night.

"I want... you and Leslie..." she began at one point during the night of no sleep, "take her out, romance her. When I come home, I want you to want her... badly enough to get over your shyness... and ask her to sleep with you..."

I knew I heard those words, but how to process them?

Then she added, "I'm glad last night we didn't... with Jenny and Richard... not yet. I want Leslie to be your first."

And we kissed... to seal the deal?

I have to apologize for the long delay, it was completely outside my control, like not having any idea what to write. I can promise the next won't be nearly as long, though, it's being sent to my editor today.