Something Extra

She sped up the driveway a little too fast, suddenly slowing down to avoid hitting anything that might be around the blind corner. Thankfully there was nothing there and she eased in to the place where she normally parked, outside of the garage of the modest ranch-style home. She shut off the engine, removed her keys and opened the driver's side door. She left the climate-controlled comfort of her well-appointed SUV and eased out into the oppressive air of late afternoon. It was mid-August and the sun wouldn't set for several hours. She gathered her workday belongings into her arms before closing the door. She pressed the button on the key fob to lock the vehicle and the car seemed to say goodnight to her as she headed down to the mailbox at the end of the driveway to retrieve today's collection of bills, advertisements and catalogs. A packet of coupons for local businesses, a birthday card from her insurance agent, this month's Bon Appetit, and a Victoria's Secret. She walked back up the driveway to the house and dropped the packet of coupons in the trash, and after glancing at the birthday card ("Happy Birthday! We appreciate your business. Is it time to renew your driver license? We have great rates for...") dropped it in the receptacle also.

She balanced the mail and work stuff in one arm as she inserted the house key into the deadbolt ("Never noticed how sexual that is" she thought to herself) and turned, slowly pushing the door open and using one of her high-heeled feet to block any quick move by her cat to exit the premises.

"Hmmm. No daring escape attempt. Must be sleeping somewhere...".

Closing the door behind her, she dropped the mail on the hallway table, stepped down into the living room, took 3 steps and immediately slumped into the overstuffed chair. The cool leather felt good against the skin peeking through the small opening at the back of her dress. She removed the high heels and massaged her feet for a few moments as she looked around the room. As she lay back and stared up at the ceiling, her eyes followed the large wooden beams that ran across the room where a normal ceiling would be. But the ceiling in this room was vaulted and the beams served to break up the large open area between floor and ceiling. Where the beams crossed she saw the cobwebs and made (another) mental note to remove them. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the skylights and highlighted some debris on the floor.

"What did Katherine do now?" she thought "That cat is more trouble...". She didn't finish the thought because she knew the cat was worth every annoyance and then some.

She slowly and with great reluctance rose from her resting spot to investigate the clutter. As she approached the object, she saw that it wasn't just a solitary piece of flotsam, but a trail leading down the hallway - a trail of - what? - She had picked up her heels when she rose from the chair, one in each hand. She transferred the right one to her left hand and stooped to pick up the object that was now just at her feet. It was soft, and moist and supple and very, very red. She lifted the petal to her nose and breathed in the delicate scent of rose. She slowly lifted her head and her eyes followed the trail of petals down the hallway. The hallway turned so she had to step forward if she wanted to see where it headed. She had a good idea, but sometimes the best part of sex is the anticipation. She picked up each petal in turn, walking slowly and filling her head with the scent of each new collected treasure. She turned and scanned the hallway down to the end where the master bedroom was located. But the trail didn't lead to the (in her mind) obvious place. No, it turned before that – into the bathroom.

"What_has_Brian_done_now? Where_is_he? Where's_the_cat? I_don't_hear_the_water_running. If_he_jumps_out_and_scares_me_I'll_kill_him." and
other thoughts flooded through her mind.

As she approached the bathroom, she noticed a glow that had escaped her racing mind before. She turned into the doorway of the bathroom and saw the source of the flickering light - what seemed to be hundred's of candles surrounding - and floating in - the bathtub. Soft music began to play from the living room as she looked at an almost empty tub and wondered briefly if she had interrupted something. Maybe he had a hard day and was soaking .... nah, I've never seen him in a tub by himself - a shower guy through and through. As she finished the thought, Brian stepped up behind her. He had evidently changed from the casual work clothes she saw him put on this morning to a pair of faded denim jeans and a Motley Crue t-shirt. He cradled her breasts gently in his hands and light, quick, furtive kisses covered her neck. He pressed the index finger of his right hand to her lips, shaking his head slightly to and fro to keep her from speaking. The elusive scent of his cologne lingered briefly in her nose and then was gone. He turned to gather the floating candles from the water and placed them with the myriad others on the lip of the tub. He opened the hot water tap to refresh the contents and returned to Marie. Slowly and deliberately he unzipped the dress that she was wearing. He tugged gently on the spaghetti shoulder straps and lowered them over her arms. The dress fell in a silky pile on the floor. She was still holding the heels in her left hand and he grabbed them and set them on the floor at her feet. He gathered the dress as she stepped out of the way and he draped it over his shoulder. He grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and began rolling the stretchy material down over her legs. He rose slowly from the kneeling position in front of her, pausing ever-so-briefly to take in the sweet and pungent aroma of her womanhood. He stood and undid the clasp in the front of her bra, kissing "the boys" gently before grabbing her hand and leading her to the now steaming waters of the tub. He helped her in, closed the tap and added a bit of the lavender bath oil she loved. Just like that he quickly left, leaving her to soak and release the stress of her harried day.

15 minutes or so had passed and the water was beginning to cool. She glanced at her puckered fingertips and decided that it was about time to get up and leave, letting the remains of the day along with her stress disappear down the drain. As she got up and began to reach for a towel, Brian magically appeared and grabbed her hand to help her from the tub. He took a fresh towel from the rack and began his ministrations: from the bottom up, he dried her feet and legs, gently patted her small forest of neatly trimmed pussy hair, reached around and dried ("Was that a caress?") her buttocks ("Yes, definitely a caress - he wants this to go further"), moved up the small of her back and walked around until he was behind her. The towel was starting to get damp and he turned it over to get a drier section. He gently lifted one breast and dried under it, then the other. He softly dabbed away the water on her shoulders and stopped briefly to plant a few forceful kisses on the side of her neck. He wrapped the towel around her body and handed the ends to her ("so I can make a minidress out of it - Brian is always fascinated by this 'magical' maneuver - men!"). He ran his fingers through her damp hair and tugged ever so gently when he reached the crown of her head. She let her weight shift slightly so that she was pressed against him and could feel his hot breath on her shoulders. She suddenly became aware of their reflection in the mirror and could see Brian motioning again for silence. He took a second towel and dried her shoulder-length hair as best he could. He let Marie finish up, wrapping the ends into a "turban". Brian left for a few seconds - she heard the dryer door close and he returned, holding her warm over-sized terry cloth robe. He removed the "minidress" as she put her arms through the sleeves. They exited the bathroom and Brian took her hand and led her to the dining room.

The now familiar flicker was again present, this time in the form of candles on the table, adding a glow to the sensuous array of fruits and toppings spread out before her. He picked up a strawberry, dipped it in chocolate sauce and brought it to her lips. She parted them slowly and sucked on the chocolate dripping from the tip. Brian moved the textured orb further into her mouth and she bit down, releasing a flood of juices she could barely contain. Some dribbled down her left cheek and Brian licked it up before it could fall on her robe. He turned to grab another piece of fruit ("is that a slice of peach he's going for?") and Marie quickly shed the turban and robe. The warm night air felt cool against her skin and small bumps appeared around her hardened nipples. The tiny hairs on her neck stood on end as Brian turned to gaze at her nakedness. He eased her down onto the carpeted floor and positioned himself over her, straddling her at her hips, keeping himself just far enough above her so she could feel only the carpet and the gentle breeze caused by his movement. She lifted her arms above her head and crossed them, making a place to rest her head at an angle that afforded a view of her lover. He took the slice of chocolate-covered nectarine and painted her upper body like a canvas – swift strokes straight down her neck, gentle arches around the top of her left breast and below her right. He stopped briefly and twisted his upper body to grab the other sauces from the table and placed them alongside her body. He dipped the brush again and again in the various "paints", drawing lines down her stomach, stopping just short of her pudenda. He grabbed a piece of lettuce and using it as a scoop, dropped a big dollop of the chocolate sauce on her tummy. He used the lettuce to make large bold strokes and covered her torso in a thin film of decadence. He grabbed a button mushroom and rolled it along her right arm up to her shoulder and then down to her right breast. He rested the fungus on her nipple, the feathery underside playing host to her sensitive nipple. He repeated the action with the left arm and breast, but this time she caught a whiff of the earthy aroma as the 'shroom passed over her shoulder. The smells, sensations, thoughts and activities were almost too much for her to take. And then she became aware of something else.

The sauce was beginning to dry in spots and draw the skin tight. Not uncomfortable, it even heightened the arousal to a degree. But as if by her merely thinking about it, Brian began to clean his canvas with his tongue, nibbling on the mushroom caps, kissing away small drops of sauce that had pooled in various places; large licks with the full width of his tongue removed much of the sauce and playful bites appeared here and there as he pretended to remove some stubborn piece of dried-on sauce. Stopping only to locate his next destination.

She became aware that one of his "brushes" was missing from his hands and wondered where it had gone. Brian finished the last of his cleanup and moved to the lower part of her body. Until now, he hadn't ventured "below the belt" or not so that she noticed. But she felt a slight nibbling and then a flood of wetness as the nectarine, formerly nestled in the cleft of her pussy, unleashed its juices as Brian attempted to consume it. He tried desperately to catch all the juice running down her pussy, mingling with her own sweet nectar. She parted her legs, involuntarily almost, her primitive animal lust beginning to take over.

The movement allowed the swollen lips to part and Brian focused on the now exposed bump of sensitive nerve endings. His tongue, extremely wet from the various lubricants mixing in her honeypot, flicked lightly across her engorged clitoris. Each gentle touch sent electric fire through her body. Her other lips parted and a throaty moan escaped. Not wanting to irritate the area with too much attention, he sat up, picked up a bowl of sauce and began to paint again. This time on her feet. He coated each toe of her right foot and then sucked them gently until they were rosy red and squeaky clean. He repeated the feast on her left foot and then gently kissed her legs, alternating from left to right, slowly back up toward the moistness that was his goal. Marie arched her back in anticipation of the tongue lashing that was about to begin again. She rolled over and getting on her knees, presented herself to her lover, ass high in the air. Brian loved this position and she knew it. He lay on his back, his head on the carpet just beneath her hips and she slowly lowered herself until she felt the wet tongue probing for her clit. Brian nibbled on her swollen lips, sucked the honey from her pot and licked gently at first and then harder against her button. She felt the familiar tingling begin deep inside and knew that she was on her way to uncontrolled and uncontrollable convulsions. She gyrated her hips and Brian began to stroke her ass cheeks. His hand reached the lower part of her back and traced the line down until he gently rested his finger on her puckered hole. His fingers tickled her ass as his tongue continued its ministrations on her clit. He pushed his tongue into her pussy and the mini-cock, though not at all fulfilling in terms of size, provided just the sensations she needed, coupled with the gentle probing of her asshole, to push her over the edge.

She cried out loud and when the fire began to subside, turned to see Brian smiling, wide-eyed and licking the juice from his lips. He lunged at her and planted his lips on hers, probing her mouth with his tongue, letting her probe him with hers. The kiss lasted for minutes as they once again fell into that familiar rhythm, breathing for each other, the most intimate of kisses, sharing the very breath that is life. At this moment, this perfect moment, nothing else existed but the heaving of her breasts and the salty/sweet taste of fruit and cum and chocolate that swirled in her mouth and nose, and the unselfish man that knelt in front of her. Their lips parted and soft kisses on noses and cheeks and eyelids and necks and shoulders and foreheads grew in frequency and intensity until Brian stood up and lifted Marie to her feet once again.

The silence was broken by his announcement "And now, a proper dinner awaits us, my dear". He led her to the bedroom where she saw his favorite "little black dress" laid out on the bed for her. He grabbed a sponge and ran the tap until the water was warm. He washed away the sticky residue of the recent encounter ("There isn't much - he did a good job of cleaning with his mouth") and motioned for her to get dressed, pointing at the clothes on the bed. Marie noticed that the bra, stockings and garter belt were there next to the dress, and a pair of tall stiletto heels were on the floor near the bed. She instinctively reached for a pair of panties from her underwear drawer, but heard an "Ah ah ah - not tonight dear" coming from her lover behind her. Her mind began to race and she had to force herself to sit on the edge of the bed and concentrate as she slid the stockings over her feet and fastened the garters. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves" she thought - "the night is young." She lifted the black bra and placed it around her waist. She fastened the clasp and raised it up until it lifted her breasts nicely. She slinked into the dress, pulling the bottom over her head and letting gravity help it fall into place. She had to tug a bit to get it over the boys, and the satiny fabric felt good against the bare skin of her backside. She heard him fumbling around in the walk-in closet and presently he produced himself. He had changed out of the jeans he had been wearing during the last encounter ('He never got undressed that whole time - a man with a singular purpose of mind and steel will" she thought. And then thought of something else that was probably steel-like at this moment and flushed). He now stood before her in his tuxedo. His day-old growth of beard made him look just rugged and unkempt enough that the "Bond. James Bond" association with a man in a tux didn't quite ring true. Still, it was all she could do not to rip the shirt from his back. He stood there with admiration (and a little lust) in his eyes, taking in the voluptuous curves of his lover. "My darling, you look beautiful tonight" he whispered as he led her to the vanity. Once again he ran his fingers through her hair, testing the dampness and assessing the need for a quick touch up. As he reached for the blow drier, Marie applied a small bit of makeup and he waited patiently for her to finish. When the lipstick disappeared into its chamber, he switched on the drier and proceeded to dry her hair. A little bit of hairspray and bit more teasing with a brush and he stopped, admiring his handiwork. Marie purred acceptance and they walked out into the night.

Subdued chatter filled the room of the dark restaurant, but there could have been an oompah band playing polka music at the table next to them for they were oblivious and absorbed in conversation and lost in each other's eyes. Dinner had been fabulous and Marie surprised herself at how hungry she had been - but after all, she had only had a couple pieces of fruit and quite a climax. The hairs on her arm bristled at the memory and she focused on the movement of the lips and tongue of the man seated across from her. The creases and texture and exact movements that had so expertly brought her to the point of no return. He was talking about his day, how a few things had gotten off-track and how... what did he say? ... making it through the day was made possible by the plans he had for this evening. She was jolted from her reverie by this admission and she focused once again on the conversation. But not all the senses were attuned to the sounds. She had slipped one foot from her high heels and placed it squarely in Brian' lap a few minutes ago. She had been absentmindedly caressing his leg, drifting into the half-dream of moments ago. They were waiting on the server to bring the check and Marie, back to reality, was now using her unusually dexterous toes to excite her man. The slick feel of silk against his leg coupled with the nimble digits had brought him to attention once again. They both were wishing the server would take her time getting back with the check for decidedly different reasons. Marie was relishing the feel of his hardened cock and imagined how this night would end. Brian knew that it was going to take a while before he could stand without embarrassment and held two opposite and contradictory thoughts in his head at once - wanting her to stop and dying for her to continue.

Presently the server returned and Marie slipped her foot back into her shoe. Brian made some quick discreet adjustments and stood gingerly, helping Marie to her feet. He wrapped his arm around her waist, but quickly pinched her bare bottom as they were preparing to go, perhaps in retribution. No one saw, but Marie was sure the server wasn't smiling just to be pleasant...

The dance floor was crowded and noisy and bright! They danced, and shimmied and strutted and dipped and waited in anticipation for a slow song. At last, they were finally close enough to smell each other's musk, and Marie rested her chin on Brian' chest. She pressed against him and felt that familiar bulge beginning to grow. His hands rested on the small of her back, but wandered lower and lower as the music lingered on and the lights dimmed. She could feel the fabric of the dress, held in place by his hands, sliding over her buttocks as she swayed in time to the music. She danced barefoot and felt the cool wood of the dance floor through the sheer stockings that covered her feet. Brian pulled her closer and lifted her slightly, the hard cylinder of flesh dragging across her mound. She wanted to lift her dress, unzip him and impale herself on him right now. She could imagine the small bit of pre-cum resting on the tip, a salty appetizer before the main dish. She could imagine the veins as they wound around the shaft, and those two small orbs covered in wrinkled skin that hung beneath. He let her down again to stand flatfooted as they sashayed around the floor. A second slow song allowed them to indulge in their fantasies, to feel the warmth of their bodies as they pressed together, the sensuous rhythm of the music driving them along. He was with the woman of his dreams, still very much in love and savoring every moment of this evening. She whispered "Its time to go" and he slowly moved them to the edge of the dance hall. He paid for the drinks as she slipped on her heels once again. They walked out in the cool night air and a slight breeze sent Marie into his arms, seeking warmth. It only lasted a second, and she unfolded herself from his embrace. They walked hand in hand through the nearly empty parking lot toward the car. She ran slightly ahead of him and when she arrived, bent over the hood, feeling the cold metal press against her breasts, instantly hardening her nipples. Brian knew what she wanted and slowly lifted the hem of her dress to reveal one of the most lovely sights in his world. He stared as if seeing it for the first time. He studied the roundness, picked out the birthmark he had seen so many times before, and followed the curve to the swollen lips that shone with wetness in the mystical light of the evening. The parking lot was nearly empty and the only security light was far behind them, nearer to the club. A little light came from the buzzing neon sign of the liquor store across the street, but the main source of light was from the slowing rising moon.

He unzipped his pants and pressed his penis to the entrance of her pussy and pushed ever so gently, withdrawing slightly to help distribute the lubrication and then pushed in a little farther. The engorged lips enveloped the head of his cock and then a little of the shaft and then he withdrew and started the procedure again. Each thrust seemed to be separated by an eternity, but Marie had been waiting for this all evening. She believed she could feel every bump and crease of his hardened shaft. Her nipples ached to be squeezed and sucked (but in this position she was going to have to settle on squeezing them herself). At long last, Brian had his cock buried to the hilt and Marie felt the pulses of his manhood inside her and his wiry pubes against the bare skin of her thighs. She moaned and purred and begged for him to take her. Brian was only happy to oblige, full length strokes at first, tip to base, slamming into her with abandon. And then pumping faster and faster until both were lost in the sheer animal passion that engulfed them. He stopped suddenly, dropped to his knees and brought her to climax once again with his tongue. She turned to see him stand, his tool glistening with her juices. She opened the back seat car door and forced him into the car onto his back. She licked the shaft and placed a big wet kiss on the tip before jumping in and straddling him. With one foot on the floor board and one bent on the seat, her hands on the seat back, she lowered herself onto his erection and pumped him furiously with her pussy until he let out the explosive breath that signaled his surrender to her attentions. She had cum a second time ("third time tonight but that first seemed so long ago" she thought), smaller and less intense, but electric all the same. She crumpled to his chest and listened to their hearts pounding in their chests. They were exhausted and were willing to spend the night in this position. Well, almost. Marie's leg, the one bent on the seat, was beginning to fall asleep and she pushed herself upright and lifted herself from Brian' erect penis. "Still got it" she thought to herself as she tugged on his arms to raise him from his spot on the seat. The front of his pants were damp, no, soaked with the residue of their fucking and he gingerly slid the fabric in front of his penis and zipped up carefully. He walked Marie around to the side of the car, opened the door and helped her into the seat. He walked back around the front of the car (Marie watched the awkward walk of a man with a third leg, amused with herself and the havoc she raised) and Brian slid into the driver's seat. The motor jumped to life and the wind tousled their hair, racing over the windshield and into the open convertible as they headed home. Revitalized by the rushing wind, Marie wasn't sure the night was over....

The wind raced through their hair as they drove along the Sunset highway on their way home. The heat of the day was being absorbed by the dark cloudless sky of night, and you could almost believe the currents of heat were being devoured by the rising moon.

Big band music played on the radio, but was barely audible over the sound of the revving engine. Marie's left hand rested on Brian' leg just above the knee, mindlessly making circles on his inner thigh with her index finger. His erection had subsided since the explosive sex back at the dance club, and his mind was mostly on the smell of her sweet perfume that wafted up from his pants. That and the delicate touch of her finger on his leg. The highway was deserted at this hour and he stole a glance at Marie. She was leaning toward him just a bit, and he raised his right arm, reached around her and pulled her closer to him. The passing overhead lights provided regular well-lit glimpses of her shapely legs and beautiful bare shoulders. He caressed her shoulder in the same circular motion that her finger traced on his leg. They were in sync, two halves of a whole, and neither were ready for this night to end.

The exit for home was approaching and Brian removed his arm from around her shoulder in order to downshift. He stopped at the traffic signal at the end of the ramp, placed the transmission into neutral, set the emergency brake and reached for her with both hands. They kissed, tenderly at first, with mounting passion as the light changed from red to green to yellow to red again. Their tongues danced and Brian' hands cupped Marie's head, pulling her closer. His fingers passed softly over her cheeks and back around to her neck and then up to her ears. He traced the inside of the top of her left ear and tugged gently on the earlobe. He broke the kiss and turned her head gently until he was able to place his open mouth over her ear. He let the smallest bit of breath escape, just barely enough to cause the tiny hairs around the ear to detect motion. An electric chill ran up Marie's spine and she giggled. He whispered "I love you" and turned her head back until he could look her squarely in the eyes. He knew those eyes, those lovely blue eyes, he loved the way they looked back at him and he could see that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The light turned green once again, and he reluctantly released the brake, put the car in gear and drove like a bat out of hell toward home.

He turned the car into the gated community and nodded to the guard on duty. He followed the gentle curve around the clubhouse and started down the street that led to their house. Water splashed in the clubhouse fountain with an inviting sound and Brian turned to see Marie pulling the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulder and down her arms. A wicked smile instantly told him what she was thinking and he quickly turned the car toward the parking lot behind the clubhouse. He killed the lights and engine and coasted into the lot. A quick glance assured him no one was around and Marie jumped out of the car, her dress and bra left crumpled on the seat next to him. He removed his shoes and socks, took off his tux jacket and shirt and headed toward the water. He chased after Marie, trying to pull his pants off as he went. When he finally caught up to her, she was standing nearly naked in the fountain, save the garter belt and stockings. She was slashing the cool water over her body, her nipples stiffening with the shock. Brian stood there and watched her play, his lovely woman-child, blond-highlighted hair nested wildly around her head. She was laughing and begging him to join her. Brian could only stand there in awe of this perfect woman, the person he cherished most in this world.

Having freed himself from his pants, he jumped in after her and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her to him once again, his front to her back and she wiggled her gorgeous ass until she could feel him stiffening again. She then tried to break free (or pretended to try) which only caused Brian to hold on tighter. They were both laughing at this point, and their joy was echoing back to them from the clubhouse walls. Suddenly aware of the level of noise they were responsible for, they both stopped at the same instant and looked around. Like trying to stifle laughter at a solemn occasion, they both exploded in another round of belly laughs and then sat down on the edge of the fountain. Brian knelt before her in the water and parted her legs. He licked some droplets off her upper thigh and moved with purpose toward her mound. She playfully blocked the way and he snapped at her hand. She pulled it away only to replace it with her other hand, still denying him access.

"My turn" she said.

Like most men, Brian loved oral sex, both giving and receiving, but tonight had been all about her and he wasn't ready to give in just yet. He grabbed both of her arms at the wrist and held them at the side of her body. He lowered his head once again toward the object of his desire and began to nuzzle her once again. She opened her legs more and surrendered once again to that marvelous tongue and lips. He released the grip on her arms and she grabbed his head and pulled him closer to her. He drew in a long breath through his nose, relishing every bit of that pungent aroma. He opened his mouth and placed it over her pussy, covering it as if to about to give mouth to mouth (pussy?) resuscitation. His tongue traced the outside of her swollen lips, up, over, just missing the engorged clit peeking out from the hood, down and finally coming to a stop at the crack between them. He moved his tongue up the fold until he reached the top, and brushed lightly against the rosebud. Another electric chill shot up Marie's spine and she spread her legs further. Brian' tongue continued to pass lightly over her clit, up and down and side to side, in quick furtive movements until he sensed her desire for something more. He took his hands and placed them on either side of her pussy. He pulled back the soft flesh and exposed her inner lips. His tongue danced lightly around them, flicking them gently. He stopped and simply breathed in and out, his breath hot against her privates and then he flattened his tongue and licked from the bottom of her pussy moving slowly up toward her overly sensitive clitoris. She couldn't take it anymore and pushed his head away. He fell back into the shallow pool and his erection was all she could see. She dropped to her knees and bent over him, her mouth hovering just above the purple head. It was her turn to lick the droplets of water from his thighs, and she did so gently and slowly, just as he had. She moved closer to his throbbing penis and she licked the smooth skin around the base. She gently sucked on one of his testicles and let if fall from her mouth with a small "plop". Her tongue continue up and circled the underside of the shaft, flicking lightly over the sensitive piece of skin that was packed with nerve endings. She saw the drop of precum forming at the tip and she acted quickly to slurp it up before it started to roll down the side of the head. She grabbed the base of his penis with her hand and squeezed - Brian liked it when she did that, and then relaxing her grip began to pump up and down. More fluid appeared at the tip, but Marie let it drip down and lubricate her hand. She pumped a steady rhythm, matching the shallow breathing that was coming from her lover. She watched as the skin stretched tight as her hand neared the base and bunch up again as she neared the top. She began to pump faster and faster and could feel him tighten just before he released a torrent of cum that arced over her arm and landed in the fountain. A few more spasms and he began to giggle uncontrollably, expressing his desire and shouting his love for her between heavy sighs of relief.

This night had come to an end. Both were exhausted as they walked into the house. They were quite a sight, half naked and dripping wet, deliriously happy and sexually expended. They removed what few articles of clothing remained and dropped into bed. Brian turned onto his side facing Marie and she turned away from him and backed into him for a nice cuddle. This was usually a "dangerous" position for her, as Brian loved to have her ass parked next to his cock. But she was confident that the night's escapades would keep him at bay for a while, at least long enough to get a good nights sleep. She could feel the rhythm of the night begin to enshroud her, and soon she and Brian were breathing in unison, drifting off to sleep, smiling, content, satisfied and satiated.