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“I love you; I love you; I love you,” I say, kissing her each time I do. She giggles, and my cock jumps.
“Ohhh,” she moans, her pussy clenching around me. “More. Please, Paul. Give me more.” Her raspy voice begging me is my undoing.
“You never have to beg me, wife. Your pleasure is all I can think about. All I’ve thought about since the moment I met you.”
I thrust my cock in and out of her, over and over, taking her quickly, filling her again, but only after she screams her release. I pant, my head resting on her forehead. She kisses me.
“We have guests,” she whispers.
“Fuck them. Right here, in this delicious cunt is where I want to be.” I lean back from her and slowly pull out of her. For the first time, I realize she’s been gracefully perched on the arm of the leather couch the entire time I took her.
“Paul,” she says, slapping my arm playfully.
“Alright. I guess,” I say, chuckling. I take her hands in mine and pull her to her feet. She pulls the skirt of her dress back down. She then holds out her hand to me and clears her throat. I look up from buttoning my dress shirt. “Yes?”
“My panties?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, these?” I ask, pulling a scrap of lace from my pocket.
“Yes, those.”
“These are mine now, my love.” I put them back into my pocket.
“I can’t go around others without panties on.”
“You can. It’ll be a secret just for us.”
“A secret.”
“Yes.”
“I love that,” she whispers.
“Do you, my sweet dirty girl?” I ask, pulling her closer to me.
“Yes,” she moans as my lips find that sweet spot on her neck.
“We should go. I am sure people are waiting impatiently for us.”
She bends down and grabs my tie off of the floor. She loops it around my neck and ties it into a perfect Windsor knot. Why is that so fucking sexy? For a split second, jealousy strikes me.
“Where did you learn how to do this?” I ask, dreading that the answer is some other man from her past. She just rolls her eyes and laughs.
“My, my, husband. Jealous already?” she asks, tsking.
“I will always be jealous of other men wanting what is mine.”
“There are no other men. There is only you,” she says, kissing me.
“Damn right.”
“My father taught me.”
“Why?”
“I watched him for years tying his before church. Then my mother would straighten it before we walked out the door. I thought it was so romantic. I told him I wanted to be able to help my husband and sons one day. He laughed and showed me. I picked it up right away. There is absolutely no need to be jealous on my account. I will never stray from you or give you a reason to think that I would.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but God, I love you, Mrs. Reynolds.”
