1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


    Date: 8/15/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    In her bedroom, at the foot of the bed, they stopped. He took her in his arms again and they kissed, and she was very aware of the heat of his erect cock where it was pinned between them, against her stomach. His hands slid down her back to grip her buttocks, holding her to him for a moment, and when they separated he brought one hand around to cup her sex, aware of the moist, intense heat of her through her lace panties. Beth thought he’d strip them off of her now, but he didn’t, not immediately. First he slipped his hand inside the waistband and down, until his fingers encountered the smoothness of her bare mound, and when she felt the shudder of arousal run through him, she wondered if perhaps he’d never experienced a smoothly landscaped woman before. It gave her a spark of arousal to think maybe that was true, that she was, in that small way, perhaps something unique in his long experience. She was watching his face as his finger parted her wet lips and slid into the hot, slick softness of her aroused sex, and for just a moment she saw the young man he used to be, that same sense of wonder and excitement of his very first time, that profound sense of awe that perhaps one of God’s great mysteries had just been revealed. It was a fleeting, ephemeral moment, and she simply loved him all the more for it. She’d never known him as a young man, of course – in even her earliest memories he was in his forties - but she was so very grateful for that brief, momentary glimpse of ...
    what he had once been! As his finger touched her, barely entering her tight sheath and then moving back to gently massage the hard nub of her aroused clitoris, she pressed herself into his hand, demanding more. In a matter of seconds her first small orgasm raced through her body, and she cried out and sagged against him, her knees weak as she came. She allowed herself a second, shuddering and biting his collarbone as a slightly more intense climax shook her, but then she disengaged from him, her hand on his arm to pull him away. She gently bit his nipple before she looked up at him. “My panties, Henry…take them off of me.” They looked at each other for a moment, knowing that each step forward made the possibility of backing away more remote, more difficult. The soft yellow light of the flickering kerosene lamp within its crystal chimney kissed them with a kind and gentle light, and in that moment each thought the other the most beautiful, most perfect thing they’d ever seen. He dropped to his knees in front of her and slid his fingers into the waistband of her tiny peach panties, slowly peeling them over her hips and then down those long, graceful legs. When she stepped free of them he crushed the tiny bit of fabric in his hand and held it to his face, breathing the heady female scent of her arousal and causing his already magnificently erect cock to swell and extend still more, becoming hard as stone. He bent forward and kissed her smooth mound, and allowed his tongue to gently ...
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