over to me and show me some attention!'
Naked but for socks, Timothy Woodling quickly moved to her, and her arms enfolded him as he tremblingly tugged down the tiny zipper at the neck of the Chinese garment; then, gathering the glossy fabric, pulled it up over her head and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He stepped back, uttering a strangled cry of amazement: she wore only a filmy black net bra and narrow black satin elastic garter belt to hold up her gauzy smoke-hued nylons. And, exactly like Eleanor, she had dipilated herself: the soft pink lips of her exquisite cunt brazenly, palpitating, proffered themselves to sight and tough. 'R-Rachel-my God-Rachel-' he breathed.
'I said I wanted to be your very own special, private call girl, lover. And now that Heather and Timmy are at last out of our hair, we can celebrate our own independence and be as shameless and loving as we want, can't we?'
'By God, I'm sure going to try to fill the bill,' he panted as he lifted her up in his arms, laid her down on the bed, then moved beside her and turned to her, stroking her belly and thighs with impatient fingers while his mouth fixed on the dark, tumescent tip of a quiveringly responsive nipple through the sheer bra.
'Ooooh, Tim, obh, lover,' she rapturously moaned, now our honeymoon is really starting! I want to do everything for you, and I do mean everything!'
'Rachel, I swear I don't know what magic you've been using on me and the kids, but I'm all in favor of it!'
'Let's just say I learned to adapt myself to the situation as it arose, lover. And now if my lord and master will kindly roll over onto his back like a sultan taking his ease, his newest slave girl will try her utmost to keep him occupied for a good part of the night.'
Timothy Woodling eagerly, breathlessly, obeyed. Rachel knelt up, reached behind her to doff the bra and toss it gayly towards the chair, then cupped the olive-tinged firm jutting pears of her tits as she smiled provocatively and offered them to her husband's rapt gaze. Next, slowly, lowering her palms to his hips, she crouched down to let him watch her tits dangle like two tempting, ripe love-fruits and approached her soft red lips towards his throbbing, savagely upright cock.
'Rachel-what-what are you doing to me-' he raised his head, enthralled.
'Just what any loving wife ought to do for her husband so he doesn't have to look for it away from home, darling. Do I shock you too much?'
'N-no, not that, only-' his face flamed as his voice grew unsteady.
'Tim lover, all my younger co-workers talk about at the shop is that this is the age of the sexual revolution, of throwing away silly puritanical inhibitions. Not that I'm joining any movement, I'll have you know, but I've just come to the conclusion that if two people love each other very dearly, there's nothing in their entire intimacy that can be wrong if they do it spontaneously with the notion of giving as well as taking pleasure.'
'Rachel, I'm just beginning to wake up to just how lucky I was to find you,' he breathed, shuddering as he avidly contemplated her thrilling all-but-nakedness crouching there before him, her olive-sheened, coral tipped, pear-tits swaying tantalizingly, her eyes humid and eager as they returned his gaze without the least flinching or coyness. And in her suggestive 'slave girl' costume of garter belt and hose, she suddenly became for him even more fascinating than that red-haired young courtesan at whose inventiveness he had marveled and through whose spontaneity he had first found his manhood restored.
'That goes both ways, dearest, so please won't you just relax now and enjoy,' she whispered with a saucy wink that made him shiver with the frantic speculation of what their really just commencing conjugal life was going to be like in the unencumbered years ahead.
Again she bowed her raven head. Then her soft lips slowly absorbed the entire head of his aching cock, and began to draw on it with a soft suctioning sound that sent fiery waves racing through his veins.
'Oh God-ahh-why did I have to wait ten lonely years to find you after Grace left me?' he groaned. 'Ohh Rachel, baby, I'm going to try like hell to make up for all that wasted time from here on in-ohh- ahh-if you keep that up, you sweet devil you, I'll lose every drop saved up from New York-ohh, Rachel, you're the best call girl yet!'
For to his ecstatic, shuddering delight, his mature brunette wife, herself savoring the candid joy of discovering her own newly acquired erotic talents and proffering them now, finally, solely for the pleasure of the husband she had fought to win, had darted out her soft pink tongue and begun to rasp it delicately all over the straining, velvety-taut tip of his cock, then round and round and over every cranny of the enlarged, swollen glans till at last her titillating warm soft membrane had reached the ultra sensitive circumcisional groove. And now, her slim fingers gently stroking and applying tiny little love-pinches to the bulging, dark-veined shaft, Rachel herself was able to discern the agitated throbbings and lustful yearnings that swirled and seethed in his virile loins, that made the gnarled, hairy sacks of his testicles lift and swell and contract with mounting fury.
He was trembling, speechless now; Rachel's beautifully forthright initiative had left him with no further, shadowy doubt of her passionate sincerity. Even his beloved first wife, for all her gracious, eager acceptance of their bedding, had never displayed such fervent imagination. Now Rachel moved forward on her knees alongside him, her fingertips caressing his heaving chest and sides, to bend her head down to his and affirm with a long, exquisitely warm and moist kiss her own responding ardors. His hands reached up greedily to cup and knead and mold the swelling olive satiny pears of her superb naked tits, and she gasped, softly to feel her skin prickle from the waves of fiercely kindled erotic sensations that grew more and more potent and frequent within her body.
Then, supple, youthful, fluid in her movements, she turned and flung herself on her back, awaiting him, thus granting him by this symbolic movement the full authority of his totally empowered manhood. As he turned to her on his side, his left arm slipping under her shoulders, he forced her to yield her mouth. His tongue tentatively explored between her readily parting lips, and he felt her own tongue wantonly rub against his, sending a galvanic current of lust electricity through his entire being. His right hand began to caress her warm soft belly, his thumb pad rasping deliciously in the niche of her navel till she squirmed. and murmured softly in her own excitement. Then his hand lowered to pal plate with grazing, lingering touches the soft pink, moist and now twitching lips of her luxuriously silken cunt. And from her passionate little gasps and sighs, the quickened gusts of breath from her flaring nostrils, the involuntary startings and shiverings of her body, he learned that she was as feverishly receptive for the fucking as he.
His forefinger brushed the dainty, yet now hardening nub of her cunt, and it was as if a furious rippling current had been set off in her. One knee rose up and swung far to one side, her buttocks contracted and then arched off the sheets as her arms frantically crushed him to her, her tongue delving wildly and rapturously inside his mouth. He followed their tensing exhortation to roll atop her, and Rachel groaned aloud as she spread her thighs to grant him total access to her burningly tumescent cunt. He could feel the indescribable bliss-torment of his achingly turgid cock slip at once into the already lubricated lobby-way of her vulva, and as his hands slid under her arching, squirming naked hips to guide and steer her through the rushing tides of their lust-journey, he thrust himself home to the balls in a slow unbroken movement that made their cohesion total, undenied, intolerably intense.
Her eyes closed, Rachel waited a rapt moment till she felt the maddeningly tantalizing rhythm of her secret womanhood respond: she gloried in the constriction of her cuntwalls as they clamped against his imbedded cock to imprison him. Her eyes were luminous and dilated as. she looked adoringly up at him. 'Ohh, this is so good, my darling,' she panted, 'don't hurry, make it last forever! Ohh, how good it's going to be for both of all for all the nights we have ahead of us, my darling, my lover, my strong, sweet wonderful man!'
'You beautiful, artful, maddening witch,' he muttered, kissing her eyelids and the flaring wings of her nostrils. 'I knew I wanted you this way the first moment I walked into your shop, but I couldn't dream even then it would be like ~turning the clock all the way back to the first time I ever wanted to fuck a beautiful woman. You've given me back my youth, Rachel dearest'-and then, embarrassed by the solemnity of his words at so blazingly carnal a moment, he bent his head to whisper into her ear, 'Yes, and I hope you can feel what else you've brought me, you outrageously sinful little amateur call girl you!'
'Oh yes, yes, I can-oh, I want to feel it moving up and down inside my cunt, lover! But don't you dare hurry- ohh, Tom, my wonderful manly husband and lover, make my cunt feel it awfully hard-ahh-yes- ohh dearest, dearest yes like that, just like that, only harder with your big hard cock inside my squirmy little cunt!'
He ground his teeth to hold back the bubbling spunk that surged furiously to the twitching lips of his meatus, to hear her sweet mouth fashion such lust-kindling words. Her thighs had locked possessively over his now as he began very slowly to move back and forth inside her quaking cunt, as it was his turn to savor the indescribable tantalization of the spasmodic 'kisses' which her cuntwalls had begun to inflict against his turgid cock, as if urging him to hasten and explore their nethermost recesses.
And at last he knew that tonight would challenge all his passion and potential as a lover; now at last his mind
