The Sailor's Wife (Pt. 3)

He went over the next weekend as he normally did. This time they didn't sit on opposite ends of the couch. This time around they were cuddling on his side of the couch. I think at this point it was apparent that they had feelings for each other, more her than him at this point. She loved the fact that his arms completely wrapped around her, and that his head was resting against hers. She couldn't remember the last time she was held like this, but it was definitely before her husband. He would also, every once in a while, give her a kiss on the forehead, also something she hadn't experienced for a long time, even though she and her husband had been together for a little more than half a decade.

She just loved being held by him. She just felt at peace when he held her.

"What did you want to do for dinner?" he asked her as he drank his beer.

She just shrugged her shoulders, "How about Chinese?"

This was also another good thing about him. He loved Chinese food just as much she she did. In fact they had a lot of similarities once it came to food. Picking dinner was never really an issue unless both of them were craving multiple things, then that's when it becomes a hassle.

She ordered the Chinese, and they ate less than two hours after it got there. They just cuddled on the couch in each other's arms, satisfied with each other's company. She turned around and kissed him, not wanting to start anything, but just wanting to kiss him. But then he had a different idea. He hooked her leg, and basically had her straddle him. She could feel the heat rising in her, and she could feel it within him too. He covered her lips with his, savoring and enjoying every moment. She softly bit his bottom lip, and she could feel by him squeezing her ass that he liked it. She broke away for a second and started kissing his neck. She could hear him moan, and just kept going and going. She went back to kiss him, but he gently laid her down on the couch with her legs spread over his. He gently caressed her legs, enjoying every single bit of bare skin he could get. She absolutely loved it when his hands were all over her body, when his touch would send tingles down her spine and between her legs.

He adjusted himself so he could start kissing her legs. This was a new sensation for her. Never in her life did she feel another man's lips on her legs, and she was absolutely loving it. He continued to move down her legs and paid particular attention when he got to her inner thighs. His lips were slow and sensual. He kept kissing her inner thighs on both sides then stopped when he got between her legs. He took off the shorts she was wearing, and threw them on the floor. He started kissing her inner thighs again, then started licking the fuck out of her clit. She grabbed the edge of the couch cushion, and dug her nails in. She had never felt this amazing in her life and she couldn't believe what she had been missing out on for the last seven years. She couldn't help but let out loud moans of pleasure, and start grabbing his hair because it just felt so damn good. She had already came at least once or twice, and she could feel herself turning into a slip and slide down there. He shoved in his middle finger and started finger fucking the fuck out of her pussy. All she could do was gasp and moan, and he kept hitting that one spot, making her cum so hard that his hand was completely soaked.

He flipped her over on all fours. He took out her elbows out from under her. He ran his fingers through her hair then grabbed a fistful and pulled her up. He moved her hair out of the way, and started kissing her neck but more aggressive than when she was kissing his neck. It was almost like an animal, but a wild sexual animal, and she was loving it. Letting go of her hair, he went back down and started eating her out from behind. She could feel his tongue flicking on her clit, and she just wanted more and more. He abruptly stopped, and the next thing she knew he had stuck his hard cock inside of her. She could hear his panting, and talking to himself, as he just went to town pounding the fuck out of her. He was so damn strong he hit the spot every time, and she was in a constant place of ecstasy. Her husband had never fucked like this, with so much vigor, and oh my God, he just did it so fucking good too. This was the sex that she wanted from her husband, but for the life of him just couldn't do it. But with this guy it was the sex she wanted and more.

All she could think about was how good his cock felt inside of her and she just wanted more and more. She could feel herself about to cum, and after a couple more minutes she came, and she came hard all over his cock. He fucked her for about ten more minutes before he came, and by that time she had cum at least three more times, and then came the same time he did. He gave her a few more pumps, then plopped down on his side of the couch. She plopped back right on top of him and put her shorts back on.

"So," he asked her while trying to catch his breath, "Did I do better than your husband?"

"Shut the hell up and kiss me," she said.

She straddled him again and kissed him, then basically fell asleep on him and felt at peace.