1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


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

    do! Bacon, eggs, biscuits – I took the liberty of breaking open a jar of your fine Muscadine jelly.” “Simply amazing, Henry; you’re so sweet – how long have you been up?” “Almost an hour. I showered – I hope you don’t mind…” “No, of course not! Why didn’t you wake me?” “You looked so beautiful, and you were sleeping so well. I couldn’t bring myself to – and you needed your rest, it was a very late night.” He smiled at her, and she returned it, stretching to kiss him again. “It was…and the storm was so loud, and lasted so long!” Still holding the blue shirt in one hand, she slipped the other arm around his waist. “And I had the strangest dreams! I dreamed that some horny, magnificent, insatiable, well-endowed satyr spent half the night ravaging me…it was lovely, such a fun dream.” He laughed softly. “You do say the damnedest things, Miss El…umm, Beth!” She laughed. “Why Henry! I do believe you’re blushing!” He shook his head. “I have no doubt that I am, although I don’t show it like you do! Such talk, from a beautiful young woman’s lips!” “We both enjoyed it, right? No reason not to talk about it and enjoy it all over again!” He nodded. “I suppose that’s true – it’s just not something I’m accustomed to. My generation didn’t do that, or at least not in my experience.” He hugged her to his side. “Now, I’ve got to go get the eggs started, and the biscuits will be done in about another five minutes, so if you’d like to slip some clothes on and join me…” She held the shirt out to ...
    him and he took it, turning it and holding it out so that she could slip into the sleeves. Once it was settled on her shoulders she turned back to face him. “There, all set; now I can just go with you.” “That shirt is a perfect match for your lovely eyes!” He looked at her, the front of the shirt still open, showing her breasts and her smooth sex. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” She smiled at him. “Thank you, Henry; that’s always wonderful for a woman to hear.” She shrugged. “As long as I’m beautiful to Robert – and to you – that’s all that matters.” He shook his head. “Not just to us; you’re a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman, Beth…and now come on along, before I burn anything!” She laughed, following him to the spacious kitchen. The smell of the biscuits in the oven and the bacon in the microwave made her mouth water, and she watched as he started a pan of scrambled eggs, with some cheese and diced peppers and onions stirred in as it began to cook and solidify. As he tended to the eggs, stirring and breaking up the clumps, she poured orange juice, cold from the refrigerator. The table was already set and waiting as she refilled their coffee mugs from the steaming carafe. “Henry, why did you put out the Muscadine jelly? I know you prefer the Scuppernong.” He was in the process of taking the pan of biscuits from the oven. “You only had one jar left of that, but you still have four of the Muscadine.” She laughed. “Henry, that’s silly! We made it to be eaten, ...
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