“Wait,” said Warrick, “This afternoon, Brie mentioned that she could hear us.”
Hazel rolled her eyes, “I don’t care. We’re in our room, honey.”
“But the door is open!”
Hazel peered over. “Brie’s asleep already. If she could sleep through you and Ivy, she can sleep through you and I. And it’s gonna get stuffy in here, anyway. It’s only open a crack.”
Warrick admitted to himself that he felt a thrill run through his chest at the minor taboo of fucking with the door open again. It was something they didn’t get to do very much these days. He ceased to press the issue further, “Alright, just making sure you’re aware. Now let’s get to work on this open crack.” Hazel giggled and started rocking her slippery sex across his hardened member. She cooed and relished the feeling of its firmness and, somehow at the same time, its softness as she slid her clitoris along its length. With her eyes closed, she arched her back and ran her fingers through her hair and across her scalp, which also had the effect of putting her perky breasts on display for her eager husband.
Warrick appreciated the effort his wife was giving as she slid back and forth on top of him. The feeling of her slick pussy lips wrapping around his shaft as she worked the underside of his dick was setting him off into euphoria. He worked his abs to get himself sat himself up and brought his mouth to one of Hazel’s presented breasts. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass as he nursed on her nipple. Hazel moaned and wrapped her hands around his head. “Hmm, yes, this feels so fucking good.” She continued humping her hips into his, the building stickiness produced by their organs making obscene noises with each movement. Warrick’s shaft rubbing against her clitoris was already bringing Hazel close to orgasm. Her breath caught in her throat and she tossed her head back, gasping.
Warrick switched breasts with his mouth, but continued to stimulate his original target with his fingers. Meanwhile, with the other hand, he pulled Hazel back and forth by her ass, helping to maintain the rhythmic humping that was bringing them so much pleasure. “Oh fuck!” Hazel shouted, as she was almost there, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it,” Warrick commanded, “I want you to cum. I want to watch you cum. Cum for me, baby. Right here on my cock.”
“Fuck,” Hazel whined, “Fuck. Oh god. I’m—I’m cumming,” she stammered. Her whole body tensed up for a moment and suddenly she was shaking, doing her best to slam her pussy roughly onto her husband’s dick. Warrick wasn’t sure he could maintain, as she was sliding her slit up and down over the most sensitive spot on his underside, and he found it extremely erotic when his wife lost control like this. She began to fall backwards onto the bed, but he caught her and held her there, arm around her back. She hung like a ragdoll, shuddering, rocking, and babbling like a toddler as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. Warrick nearly lost it. Finally, she began to subside.
At last, he loosened his grip on her waist, and she crashed into the mattress, her hair sticking to her sweaty face. She tipped her head up toward him slightly and asked through heavy gasps, “Did you finish?”
“Not yet, baby,” Warrick said with a smile.
Her head dropped back to the mattress again, “Good.” Now it was Warrick’s time to climb onto her. Her legs were splayed wide, and her arms were laying limply across the bed. “Do what you need to,” she acquiesced. Warrick grinned, lined his stiff erection up with her lubricated box and quickly plowed into her with force. They both slid up the bed several inches. Hazel cried out, “Unngh! Fuck! Big man.”
Warrick groaned loudly and then started quickly pistoning in and out of his wife. “Oh, baby, you’re so fucking sexy when you talk like that.”
“Fuck me, big man,” she commanded. “I need your cum inside me.” Even though she had just exhausted herself, Hazel felt that familiar feeling building up inside of her once more. One of the reasons she loved her husband so much was because he was able to consistently pleasure her and she loved to pleasure him.
While Warrick continued humping his hips in long but fast strokes, he pushed himself up onto his fists and gazed at his enchanted wife. Her head was tipped back into the mattress, and her eyes were rolled back even further. Guttural moans were coming from deep within her as he continued to drive her ever more crazy. “Fill me up. Fill mommy up,” she cried. The image was enough to bring his balls to a boil, and he knew it wouldn’t be long now.
He closed his eyes in ecstasy, but he could still see his wife in front of him, naked and taking everything he could give her. Next to her, however, in this imaginary world, was a new addition: his daughter. He knew on the surface that his imagination should not be including Brie in this sex fantasy, but deep down, he recognized that this afternoon would be burned forever into his memory. As he continued hammering Hazel, he watched as the wife in his visions reached over and touched his little girl’s slit and sent her body into shakes, as she had done in the car. He watched as Brie arched her back upwards, begging for her mother’s wandering fingers. He watched as her pussy produced copious viscous fluids that spread into the sheets. And he watched as his wife brought her fingers to her lips and salaciously licked off their daughter’s juices.
Dream Hazel looked up and made eye contact with him and that’s what set him over the tipping point. The image in his mind giggled, but instead of hearing laughter, he heard a wail. His eyes snapped open and met with his actual wife beneath him, receiving the full fury of his onslaught. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her head thrashed back and forth as unknowable words spilled from her mouth. Warrick’s cock swelled and he felt spurts of his cum empty into his orgasming wife. Her insides squeezed and milked out every last drop he could produce while somehow becoming more slick than they already were. For a few moments together, they were in perfect bliss.
At last they collapsed onto the sheet, and caught their breath. Hazel reached down and felt Warrick’s sticky fluid oozing out of her. She brought her hand up and rolled her fingers against each other. “Jesus, you really did fill me up tonight!”
“What can I say, you got me inspired,” Warrick chuckled.
“I love you, dear,” Hazel said quietly, and sucked her fingers dry.
“I love you, too, honey,” Warrick replied. He leaned over and kissed her, and then the two of them laid together spooning and fell asleep.
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Next: Elsie returns! The girls go shopping. Sounds innocent enough.
I hope you enjoyed this second chapter. There is a lot more to come, so let me know where you think I should go next with this series.