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“You gotta earn this load though babe, all the way. Ride me ‘til I pop,” I commanded her, my dick standing up so damn hard.

And my wifey was so willing as she spread her legs around my waist. She pushed her breasts into my face before she lowered herself, hand pointing my cock right at her dripping pussy. Fuck, she hadn’t been this wet for me in months.

Though honestly, I hadn’t been this turned on in months either, and I still spread her wide, made her gasp for air after the crown popped through those engorged lips.

The feel of those thick, soft mounds around my face, I could just die happy suffocating in those tits of hers. And the thoughts of how they’d swell with milk again soon just made me rock hard, and want to suckle them all the more. I clamped my lips about one teat and went at it a little more excitedly than I intended, suckling at her nipple as one hand went to her hip and wrapped around to her ass, helping guide her up and down my dick.

She’d already worked me into a frenzy with her blowjob, so the sensation was just divine. I felt electric, each touch creating a shock of pleasure through my body.

She moaned loudly at my sucking, not holding back. She had no reason to, now that the kids were gone, and she was always such a little screamer in the sack. Now it was amped up to the max as her pelvis ground against mine, hips rolling as she tugged my face into her soft tits.

My hands sank into her voluptuous ass cheeks as I devoured her tits, loving the way they jiggled with her motions, her whole body rocking atop mine with such beautifully smooth action. I’d find a fourth load for Marisa, I knew I would. Hell I could probably find a fifth for that beauty queen. But I knew my wife was getting the third. I could already feel my dick throbbing, percolating towards that next hot explosion.

Besides, getting off just before going over to my neighbour’s house was a perfect excuse to prolong things with her. Make her really work for that next load of baby makin’ seed.

My wife let out such a throaty growl, her cunny quivering about mine as if it somehow knew what was coming, could sense that tensing in my loins.

This was my wife though, not Oliver’s, and I slid my one hand around to rub my thumb over her clit. I’d give my wife her orgasm because I wanted her to have one. Marisa would have to beg for hers.

“Cum on my dick baby,” I commanded her in a husky tone of voice, strained by my impending climax. “Cum right as I shoot this next load into you and knock your pretty ass up,” I told her, swirling my digit about her sensitive clit again and again in perfectly practiced precision.

I knew her body almost as well as I knew my own and responded with just the perfect tempo and pressure to topple her over the edge with a scream that threatened to pop my eardrums. Her cunt clasped around my over sensitive dick, begging that load from me as she slammed her hips down hard.

Our loins were clamped together and I bucked into her, giving a hard groan as I shot my third load of creamy spunk right up into my wife’s cunt. Her tense, climaxing body siphoned up that rich seed so perfectly as I grasped hold of her, emptying all I had into her body, kissing and suckling at her thick tits all the while.

I’d knocked her up twice before, yet the notion of doing so again was no less thrilling, and I savoured the moment, every pulse of my dick another extra shot at planting that baby in her belly.

And oh how she screamed for it. My name, her desires, all come out in a spill of words that were barely comprehensible, all the while clinging her tits to my mouth.

She was sopping wet but still squeezed me free of those last few drops, still grinding her hips and begging for punishment.

I couldn't help but shiver with the overwhelming sensations of her clinging pussy about my hard dick, and I slapped her ass nice and hard for it.

“Bad lil’ girl,” I husked, a grin stretching across my face as I gave her tits another few kisses.

She wrapped her arms around me and there was such affection and desire in her actions, her lips pressed to the crown of my head.

“I love you,” she said softly, those words holding such emotion and tenderness.

I smiled at that declaration, couldn’t help it. I always did when she said that. Even after ten years.

I gave her body a tight squeeze, a warm embrace, and kissed her back and said it in return.

“I love you,” but I knew I still had one more woman to teach a bit of submission to yet that night.

Our final meeting of the day was right before bed, nice and late, so I had time to let supper settle. Marisa’s husband was long gone again, giving us time to meet up, and I made my way over.

I dressed up a little nicer this time than I had in the morning, a nice button up shirt, with the collar done down nice and low to compensate. A fine pair of pants to go with it. The other two times were warmups, but this time? I knew I’d have Marisa eating out of my hand, and I went up to her door ready to make the evening special.

She was waiting for me. Oh, that little hop-skip of my heart in joy as she opened the door almost as soon as my

knuckles had hit it.

She, too, had gone all out for our last tryst of the day. Her blonde hair was tugged back off her shoulders into a low ponytail, her makeup gone, but I barely noticed any of that.

Not with that sexy black negligee that showed off her tits through the transparent lace. It barely even covered her ass, and her long legs were so deliciously bare. Her tanned skin was still warm from the day as I brought my large hand to her bicep, and she smiled at the contact.

“Come in,” she said softly as she stepped out of the way of the door, closing it behind me.