Jim walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Then he cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples.
'You can't say you don't like this,' he said. 'You can't say we weren't good in bed together. At least not in the beginning. It can be like that again, I promise.'
Valerie looked up at his dark, handsome face. She was afraid to look at his eyes, because she knew how weak they could make her when he used their bright-blue persuasion in combination with that sincere baritone voice. But she did look into his eyes, and she was a little surprised at how calm she felt, even though he was rubbing her breasts and she could feel the heat of his heavy cock through the fabric of his shorts.
'Of course I like it,' she told him, maintaining contact with his eyes. 'But there's got to be more to it than that.' She put her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his chest so that she could feel the hair against her cheek and hear his heart beating as she had done so many nights when they had lived together, happily or unhappily. 'I don't know what,' she whispered, her lips moving moistly against his chest, 'but there's got to be more to it than that.'
'You're a woman,' he said gently, 'and I'm a man. What more to it can there be?'
'I'm also a human being,' she said.
But she let him draw her down on top of him on the carpet, and she returned his kiss when he thrust his tongue into her mouth to caress the hot dome of her palate.
Then he rolled her onto her side and she waited patiently while he skinned out of his shorts and tossed them across the room.
I was wrong, she thought. His cock is prettier than Rich's, if pretty is the right word for a cock.
Then she sighed a little as he pulled her against him and she could feel the hot length of his erection lying hard along her thigh. She put her arms around his shoulders, which were smooth and more freckled than his father's, and she pulled him down against her so that she could feel him crushing her breasts, the hard tips of her nipples digging into his chest.
She could feel him maneuvering his cock into position against her labia and she held her breath a little because it had always been the first moments of penetration that she had liked best with him, perhaps even more than the climax. Then, when the blunt nose of his cock penetrated her, she could feel her inner walls parting ahead of his thrust and squeezing back down along the length of his shaft. She made a little sighing noise and smiled against the side of his cheek, holding his head with her hands so that she could feel his breath stirring through her long brown hair.
She felt Jim flex his cock three times within her, its blood-engorged circumference stretching the lining of her cunt, then relaxing as the encircling tissues clenched around it. She knew he had done it deliberately, because each time, the swelling had been preceded by his teeth gently nipping the lobe of her ear. It both frightened and excited her to have such a concrete example of his power over her thrust into her most private self.
When she tried to pull away from him he slid his hand down her side and jerked her back, his hand almost painful on the side of her hip. The hot scrape of his cock over her clitoris as his erection slid deeper into her was a shock. She had lain so long with his cock holding stationary within her that now she was frightened and embarrassed at her own eagerness to experience more sensation. An icy quiver ran down her spine.
Then Jim pulled his thick cock out of her a little and slowly eased it back in. The drawn-out slither of his erection over her clitoris lasted for a breathless moment. Then he kissed her and she sucked back on his tongue the way she had done in the beginning when they were newly married. He was fucking her in slow motion, and the lingering thrill of his cock caressing the knot of sensual nerves within her hot depths was almost more than she could bear.
She dug her fingers into his sides to make him hurry, but he didn't increase his pace. When he pulled his cock out and began, slowly, to shaft it back into her well-lubricated passage, Valerie was breathless. He had never made love to her in this way before and she thought, I wonder where he learned this? He must've been with another woman who taught it to him. But I've been with another man, too, she added. And this is a lovely fuck. It is a lovely fuck no matter where he learned it. And because I love him, too, she added silently. But I don't know if it is enough to have a man who is a lovely fuck, even if you do love him. Because Rich was a lovely fuck, too, and I maybe did love him a little this afternoon, because you can't help loving someone a little when he is fucking you so lovely.
When she had said all that to herself she felt a little frightened to realize that she could be so weak, and she heaved her cunt up at him, as though by continuing the action, but at a more frantic pace, she could somehow make herself strong again, or forget that she was weak. So she heaved herself against him, wanting the deepest penetration possible. Her juices flowing like sweet, hot honey within her and around the quickening piston of his cock, she moaned a little and began to make a soft dove-like cooing sound each time she felt the tip of his cock drop through the reddened, enfolding tissues of her vagina to probe and widen the entrance to her womb.
Her saliva thickened sweetly around the invasion of her husband's tongue. Continuing to pull him into her, her fingers gripped the smooth heat of his hips or tangled wildly in his straight dark hair. Her thighs quivered with her continual effort to spread them even wider to accommodate the deepest of his long, sure plunges into her.
Without warning, Jim began bucking above her, his hard pelvis banging against her wide hipbones. One of his hands closed over her shoulder to hold her down so that she couldn't interrupt his plunges by trying to kiss him. His other hand cupped her buttocks brutally, urging her cunt violently against him as his searing, swollen cock skewered rapidly in and out of her sucking cunt. The white heat of the crown of his cock burst past the opening of her womb, lodged there for a fraction of a second, then rushed on.
As Jim plunged into her and held himself at the point of deepest penetration, Valerie could feel her inner tissues resisting the bloated heat of his cock as it pulsed hotly within her. It was always this moment of barbaric writhing that frightened her; each time she experienced his blind fury as his orgasm approached she was afraid of him.
And then she felt his body stiffen above her. She gasped as the scalding heat of his thick come foamed into her womb, propelled by the undulating contractions of his thick cock. Again and again she gasped as the burning cream of his sperm foamed into her. With each jet his tensed body jerked above her, his cock nudging deeper and deeper.
When she thought she could stand it no more, her own heat began to widen around his buried cock, and, though Jim made no effort to resume his strokes, she began bucking beneath him in an effort to consummate her own orgasm.
She could feel it coming, like an infinitely fine dine of fire contracting steadily around her clitoris. Her husband's copious load of sperm and her own rich juices oozed out of her cunt around his cock and she could feel them trickling down between her buttocks. They could feel the channel of her vagina slithering up and down around the burning heat of his cock like a cylinder lined with sparking gunpowder.
She started to call out to him to help her, hut at that moment she looked over his shoulder and saw that Rich was awake on the couch. He smiled knowingly down at her, but said nothing.
Then, with her brother-in-law's cold eyes watching her contorted face, Valerie felt the rushing crest of her orgasm overtake her.
'Mmmmggrrr…' she groaned, locking her thighs around Jim's hips and pulling his head down to kiss him in a way that she hoped was clearly different from any of the ways she had kissed his brother.
Her cunt milked feverishly at the column of hard, hot flesh which had given her so much pleasure. She ground her soft tissues up at him, wriggling from side to side and losing count of the bursts of raining phosphorescence she imagined accompanied her shudders of pleasure.
Little by little then, in rhythm to her long, deep gasps for breath, the hot waves of her climax subsided until she held very still beneath him, feeling very weak and suddenly exhausted, but still very warm because, though his cock had softened a little, she still held it gripped within the gentle clutch of her vagina.
Jim touched the side of her cheek with his thumb, kissed her lovingly, his tongue teasing softly between her lips as had been their ritual before they had separated, and held her tight against him. She could feel his heart thumping against the resilient flesh of her breasts.
'You've got to come back,' he whispered to her. 'I need you. I didn't want to admit it, but I need you. I've been wandering around like a lost little kid.'
'I don't know,' she whispered, holding onto his hips. 'I wish I did, but I don't know.'
