1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


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

    make it more complicated, I think.” She laughed. “Isn’t that always the way! That complicates things every time, it seems. We should do that, though; it would be so exciting, and I’d love to know!” He laughed and stroked her hair, enjoying her youthful excitement and enthusiasm. “As you wish; it’s fine with me either way, although it would be an honor to know I shared a few genes with someone like you, someone so beautiful and brilliant and amazing.” “Henry, you’re so sweet. And a total stud, in case I failed to mention that.” “I believe you may have mentioned that, but thank you – and right now this old stud needs some rest, because some wild young filly wore him out!” She slid her hand down between them and found his cock, still thick with post-coital fullness and slightly sticky with their fluids, and she held him. “You go ahead and sleep; I’ll hold onto this, just to keep track of it…and because I love the way it feels.” “That might make it difficult for me to sleep.” As it turned out, it didn’t. He was asleep in minutes, and she soon followed, his thick, flaccid penis eventually slipping from her limp fingers. When she awoke it was full daylight, bright and sunny, the storm a thing of the past. He was gone, but Beth could still smell his masculine scent on the bed, and thought she could smell coffee brewing. She smiled as she slipped out of bed, her thighs and her sex still wet with his semen and more yet inside of her. She was amazed to see that it was almost eight ...
    o’clock, late for either of them to sleep. In the bathroom she peed, and then took a very quick shower, washing herself to remove the traces and scent of their lovemaking, even giving her hair a fast, once-over shampoo. She dried herself and applied deodorant, hesitating only a moment before dabbing on just a trace of cologne, a light, breezy, sexy scent. At her closet she took out an old shirt that Robert had given her, a French blue, button-down pinpoint oxford on which the collar had become too tight for him. As she turned to slip it on over her nakedness, she saw Henry standing in the doorway, a mug of steaming coffee in each hand, watching her. “Good morning, Henry!” She gave him a radiant smile, utterly at ease in her nudity in front of him, the shirt still in her hand. “My god, Miss Elizabeth, but you are a beautiful, gorgeous woman!” She laughed. “Thank you, Henry – but seriously? Miss Elizabeth? After last night?” He laughed too. “Yes, I’m sorry – Beth. That does sound rather ridiculous now, doesn’t it? I’ll need to break that habit, I suppose.” She nodded, smiling. “You will. It would be difficult to be intimate with anyone that insists on calling me ‘Miss Elizabeth’, don’t you think?” He laughed again. “Point taken; I’ll stop, I promise.” He crossed to her, and bent to kiss her before handing off a steaming mug. “A touch of sugar, just the way you like it.” She took it from him. “Thank you, sir, you’re a wonderful man…and do I smell breakfast cooking?” He beamed. “You ...
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