to her clitoris. Taking the nubbin of it between my lips, I softly stroked it with my tongue and earning myself a deep groan of pleasure for my efforts. In short order, her clit was fully erect and subject to my tender ministrations – accompanied by a freshening of the glistening lubrication at her opening and on her labia.
Over the next several minutes, the two of us pleasured each other – slowly, gently, and lovingly.
Finally, Kelly had a small orgasm, pushing a small flood of her juices out to where I could happily and eagerly lap them up. When I was done, I wasn't the slightest bit surprised when she lifted herself up and moved so that she was kneeling next to my head. As she looked down at me, I could see the love she felt for me and how happy she was that she was my wife. And I knew that she could see in me that I felt the same way about her. It wasn't necessary for either one of us to say anything; she simply moved down so that she could position herself across my hips, take my erect and saliva-slick manhood in her hand, and raise up so she could position it at her entrance. Our eyes locked, and each of us knew the pleasure the other was feeling as she slowly impaled herself on my penis – stopping only when the dark vee of her pubic hair had merged with mine.
As long as we'd been married and as many times as we'd made love, it never did fail to amaze and delight me at how hot and tight she felt around me.
She held herself there for a few moments as both of us again took pleasure in our union. After a bit, she leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed next to my head before slowly raising herself up and letting nearly my entire length slip from her intimate grasp. When only the head of my penis was pressing against her, she lowered herself again, releasing a soft moan as my manhood filled her again. With the delightful orbs of her breasts available to me like that, I didn't wait any longer before cupping them in my hands. With her pregnancy and the birth of our children, they'd gotten a little larger – but were still as soft, yet firm, as they'd been the first time I'd been granted the honor of holding them. I softly ran my thumbs over her erect nipples and watched them grow a little longer and harder in response. I felt her deliberately clench her vaginal muscles, and couldn't help but release my own small groan at the pleasure of it. Smiling down at me, she began to slowly raise and lower herself above me: up until only my glans was inside her, then back down to take my entire length inside.
For my part, I continued playing with her breasts – softly caressing them from where they joined her body to her nipples, which grew even harder under my fingertips. We continued like that for many minutes; making love slowly, each of us pleasuring the other as we shared our love and our bodies.
After a while, Kelly lowered her head so the two of us could share a long, gentle kiss. When she raised up again, I lifted my head and began using my mouth and lips and tongue on her breasts so that my hands could move on to better things: gently caressing any part of her body that I could reach. From the slender delicacy of her shoulders to the firm globes of her clenching ass, I marveled at the warm, velvety smoothness of her skin – and thought still again how lucky I was to have her as part of my life.
We continued like that for some time; when Kelly began to get a little tired, it wasn't necessary for her to say anything – we knew each other well enough that when she lowered herself to lie on top of me, I simply bundled her in my arms and after a little rearrangement of our legs, rolled us over so that I was on top of her. Holding myself on my elbows above her, I could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples dragging slightly on my chest as I began moving inside her. As I did, I also lowered my head so the two of us could kiss – our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. We finally had to come up for air, and after we'd each caught our breath, we went back to kissing each other again – but on the face, the shoulders, the lips, and elsewhere.
Though our lovemaking was slow and languorous, it was still lovemaking – with each kiss, with each motion of my manhood in her, our pleasure was increasing. Somehow, somewhere along the line, I felt myself 'disconnect' from what I was doing. It was as though I had stepped outside myself – I could feel the pleasure I got from my hard cock sliding in and out of her hot and wet vagina, but it was as though the pleasures of my body and my mind had become separate entities. Looking down at her, I looked into her eyes – and suddenly knew – without knowing how I knew – that she was experiencing the same thing.
With that knowledge, I tried to see if that part of me that was me could find the same thing in her – and did.
To this day, I've never been able to figure out what happened, or why, really. All I know is that we connected. Not just our bodies or our hearts or our minds, but our selves. It wasn't like we could read each others minds or anything like that. It was more like we simply knew each other: I knew what her reaction would be if I did something. I knew that if I moved a certain way, it would pleasure her more; I knew what she wanted me to do without her having to say or do anything to let me know. And I knew that she knew the same things about me. It was as though our two 'souls' had each become half of a single, unified whole.
It was the damnedest thing I'd ever experienced. It happened that one time, and never again – but that one time was enough.
I don't know how long we made love like that. How many grains of sand does it take to make a beach? How many snowflakes in an avalanche? What we had was something like that. Slowly at first, then more and more quickly, we got 'synchronized' – and as we did, the love and happiness and pleasure we felt became somehow deeper and more intense. Each thrust of my penis into her felt like that last one each man feels before he cums – but it wasn't. And from the way Kelly's vagina felt around me, I knew that she was feeling the same thing, in the same way.
As I said, I don't know how long we went on like that. What I do know is that when we finally did climax, it was the most incredible, most powerful experience in my life. It was like my whole body was feeling the same intense pleasure that I'd always felt in my cock – squared. Because on top of what my body was feeling, it was as though all the things I felt in my heart and mind and soul about Kelly were having their own climaxes, too – and I could somehow feel Kelly experiencing the same things.
Whatever happened between us during that Universal Orgasm could have lasted a few seconds or a few minutes. Hell, it could conceivably have gone on for an hour: when we finally checked the time afterwards, it was a couple of hours since we'd gone to bed.
However long it really lasted, though, it certainly had an impact on us: when neither of us thought that we could stand it a moment longer, it ended as abruptly as it had started. One moment, Kelly and I were One; the next, I was laying on top of her, both of us stunned and panting as we continued to twitch and spasm in after shocks at the sheer intensity of it.
A lot of minutes went by before either one of us was able to make any kind of deliberate move; the first thing I did was to roll off of her so that I wasn't crushing her. When the two of us had finally managed to get our breath and our senses, I heard her whispered 'What the hell was that?'
I was barely able to croak out 'Damned if I know!'
Kelly considered that for a moment before replying 'Well, whatever it was, I don't think I want to do it again any time soon, you know?'
I managed a small laugh before I answered 'No, I don't think I do, either.', then a few moments later added 'Uh, was it just me, or did something really strange just happen?'
She turned her head to look at me and answered 'No, it wasn't just you. It was like I was you and you were me and we were… the same person. That's what you're talking about?'
'Yeah, that's it.' I answered, looking into her eyes. I could see that she was as shaken by what had just happened between us as I was. But I could also see that she found it as strangely comforting and reassuring as I did, too.
Hesitantly, she told me 'Dan, I always knew that you loved me. I mean, there was never any doubt in my mind, you know? But after… that…'
'I know', I answered, 'I loved you, too, and knew you loved me. But now… its like I know our love is there the same way gravity is, or something. Kind of like its a force of nature, or something.'
'Yeah, me, too. Two plus two equals four. I love you, you love me. Same thing – its like it just can't be any other way'. She was as shocked and awed by what we'd just gone through as I was – and just as clearly, she felt as I did: that our love for each other was so much greater and more powerful than anything else that nothing could have much of an impact on it. Still, it was kind of scary – for both of us.
I reached over and gave her hand a soft squeeze, then continued to hold it as the two of us got our energy and wits back. But while that was happening, I was more aware of her – and somehow knew that she was experiencing the same thing about me.
Finally, though, both of us felt the need to get cleaned up and go to bed, since we still had to get up and go to work the next morning. It wasn't until afterwards that I realized we must have been experiencing a little bit of the
