1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


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

    sex, she came huge, her back arching as her hips rose to meet him. She eagerly thrust her dripping pussy against his willing face, and he just as eagerly lapped up the fluids her body pulsed out, swallowing even as he did so. Her hand was on his head, holding him there, encouraging him – a totally unnecessary gesture! As the intensity of her last major orgasm began to diminish he rose over her, moving up between her legs until he could drive his hard, engorged cock once again deep inside of her, and she cried out and her back arched, her pussy rising to meet his thrust. He drove deep as she pushed against him, neither slowing until he was fully encased in her tight heat, his balls crushed to her ass. She could feel that she was about to come again, so close, every impulse in her body rushing to her molten center, and then she climaxed, the wave breaking. “Ohh fuck…Henry, god yes, yes!” Her voice was deep, almost guttural; a growl between clenched teeth, and it drove him. He fucked her hard and fast for as long as he sensed she needed it, maybe a few minutes, and she came again, and then he slowed into an even, steady, slow rhythm that allowed her to gently ride the backside of her powerful orgasms, to slowly slide down and down, her entire body bathed in the slowly waning intensity of her pleasure, fully satiated, powerfully affected. He made love to her then – because he did love her, this beautiful woman that had barely been a sweet, blushing teenager when he’d turned ...
    fifty, and he knew that she loved him back. For Beth it was something unique, a deep, new, and abiding kind of love for a man she’d seemingly loved her whole life – and yet it was so very different from the love she felt for her husband! She’d have been hard-pressed to say why it was different, or how, but she knew it was; yet it was no less sweet, no less profound, and certainly valued no less. There was a bittersweet aspect to this new knowledge, because she saw no way that it could continue - and if it did, no way that it could end well - but she knew she was powerless to change things. It would be what it would be, and she was pervaded by a sense of destiny, that only the character of the people involved could affect the outcome for better or worse. She realized even then, even as she and Henry still made love, that it was something utterly out of her control; she knew, with absolute certainty at that moment, that unknown forces strong and intractable controlled their destiny. Their bodies found a rhythm, hers rising to meet his thrusts, his pace matched to her sounds, to her needs, and she came, and then again a short time later. As she sensed his increasing pace and the swelling hardness of his imminent climax she came one more time, pushing him over the edge, and for the second time that night he spilled all of his pent-up need and arousal into her sweet body. It made him feel like a man again, in ways he hadn’t for several years, ways he’d never expected to experience ...
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