Another Time, Another Place

“I’m the same size as I was last night and the many nights before.”

For Ariel, his statement held truth, but intertwined with the truthfulness was a recollection of never being pleased by this amount of manly meat. Needless to say, Ariel continued the aggressive assault on his manhood where she left off, still enthralled by the seemingly new length and thickness. It was new, different and felt wonderful in her mouth. In no time Steven became pleased with his wife’s sexual onslaught. Her actions were like a breath of fresh air. Ariel’s sexuality had finally crossed over into another dimension. Although, at times she didn’t execute well, but this very moment her actions seemed veteran-like. That was until her hastiness caused her teeth to scrape painfully across his flesh.

“I want to feel me inside of you,” Steven spoke tactfully.

He stepped backward, sat and then lowered to his back holding his greatest hard-on captive. Ariel crawled on the bed between his legs.

“Say that again,” Ariel said as she replaced his hand with hers.

“I want to feel me inside of you,” he said again.

“No,” Ariel responded, entranced by a new sexual energy. “Tell me you want to fuck me,” she spoke in a sultry voice unknown to Steven.

Steven’s mouth fell open, but no words left it. He hardly believed his ears.

“What did you say?” he asked astonished.

“There is too much chit-chat at a time like this, but if you must know, I said fuck me hard. Do it now before I jerk you off with my hand.”

Steven was speechless. For years the slightest mention of those words was a huge turnoff for her.

What a difference a day makes, he thought more turned on than ever.

Ariel sat on his pole and it slid through her wetness like a submarine diving to unknown depths. When the vessel stabilized, his tool was touching the inside back wall of her womanhood.

“Mercy,” Ariel panted.

Parts of her realized it had been years since a non-manmade object satisfied her so. She gazed at Steven, eyes wide; she was almost afraid to move her body. The fear faded faster than it materialized. She began a slow and steady pelvic movement on what she deemed a new dick, yet she recalled being in the position with him before.

A recollection, a familiarity, whatever it was, it felt damn good to her. Ariel’s entire body warmed as if it was being heated from the inside. The small of her back was the first to become clammy, followed by the glistening of her forehead. By the time sweat flowed down between her breasts, she was in full bronco buck mode. Ariel was literally slamming herself down onto his hardness. She then began a deep abrasive grind as if her haven was a mortar and his tool was a pestle.

Ariel was being fulfilled beyond her wildest dreams, yet she bathed in the notion that it was nothing new. It didn’t matter; the old and new memories only added more fuel to her erotic state. The “fuck me” verbiage and other uncommon words spawned by Ariel became a real turn-on to Steven. Everything about her tonight was a side of his wife never seen before. He would no longer consider her slightly reserved. Her extra passion coupled with the verbal expressions gave him a whole new outlook on their sex life. He believed it was enhanced and his enthusiasm about the belief manifested itself into a grander, twenty-years-ago stamina.

Ariel exploded violently and loudly as she worked her way through an intense release. Her climactic state was so different, Steven thought for a quick second that she had been possessed. Never had he heard such an erotic bellow from his wife.

She continued to ride his manhood until she could no longer stand the slightest brush against her clitoris.

“My juices,” she panted as she leaned forward and rested on his chest.

“You are incredible tonight,” Steven interrupted. “What about your juices?”

“My juices are all over you,” she responded, still winded from the bronco ride.

Steven gave her a caring snuggly hug and then Ariel’s own thought caught up with her.

“My juices,” she stated clearer, “are all over your dick.”

Her statement was sensual with a hint of excitement. Before Steven knew what was happening, Ariel dismounted the joyous toy and began licking the sweet nectar off his tool as if it was a Popsicle. She made long strokes with her tongue that began at his testicles and ended at the mushroom shape of his manhood. She repeated the maneuver until she had made a complete circle around the hard cylinder. When she was satisfied that none of her secretions remained on him, her mouth engulfed his hardness. She took it deep into her mouth. She choked.

“Don’t kill yourself trying to tame that beast,” Steven joked.

“I won’t,” she responded after regaining her breath. “I moved just a little too fast. Now it’s your turn.”

TWELVE

April watched the raindrops stop as if she’d never see them again. Parts of her believed the thought was a delicate truth. She had gazed storms in the past, but to survive a life-altering incident was something she truly believed would never happen again. As she stepped away from the bow window, she was a bit saddened that Virgil had fallen asleep. She stood beside the bed and admired his chiseled frame. The one benefit of being the head of his own company, that he continually boasted about, was it allowed him to become an amateur bodybuilder. His short stocky frame was well-defined. The arms, legs, chest and back showed years of dedication to the craft. Virgil’s only sorrow was in his attempt to make himself more attractive. He, at the same time, made this already small manhood appear even tinier.

April was aroused by her husband’s body, but for the life on her, she couldn’t recall being so before. Nevertheless, she thought about the one thing men desire more than a two-woman orgy. That is to be wakened by their mate for a surprise fuck. She spread his legs, ran her fingertips upward on the inside of his thigh and positioned herself between his muscular legs. She replaced the fingertips with a wet tongue and licked the remaining way up his legs to his testicles. Virgil lifted his head and looked down at his ambitious wife. He closed his eyes and lowered his head again to assure himself that he was actually awake. His eyes opened wide when her soft lips kissed his sacs. It prompted him to raise and rest on his elbows.