The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

side, then went down to my cock. She felt my balls and held them playfully in her fingers. It was like having them felt for the first ever time by a new girl even though she’d done it a thousand times before. Soon, we were kissing like teenagers suddenly overcome with heat for each other. She moaned when I touched her breasts, a familiar sound once, and now once again, its memory perfectly refreshed. We knew each other’s bodies well and I felt no need to rush.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “I love when you touch my titties. They’ve missed you!” She put a leg over me and rocked us as I fondled her. “Ryan!” she urged. “Kiss them too, dammit!” I kissed and sucked her nipples. I bit one gently and she moaned. “Fuck yes!” She spanked my bottom and said, “Ok, lie down!” I didn’t resist the suggestion. She climbed over me while offering a salacious grin, and shimmied until her wet center hovered directly over my face, upon which it descended. This was one of her favorite moves.

She moved her moist lips back and forth over my tongue with her luxuriant bush bathing my face in her musk. At first, I just flirted with my tongue, teasing until she released an impatient moan, then penetrated as deeply as I could, catching her unawares for this swift change of tact. She responded with force, pressing ever harder on my face, rubbing herself into it. I squeezed her buttocks and put a finger in her ass. She shrieked, then covered my hand while pressing it in.

“Oh God! Ryan… God, you know me… Oh fuck… YES!!!” She ground into me aggressively and I was barely able to breathe. I knew what this meant. She erupted in her usual, expressive manner. “GOD FUCKING YES!!! OH RYAN. OH GOD!!!

Under the right circumstances, Marci was never more than a minute or two away from suffering an orgasm.

She climaxed brutally, drenching me in the process. I’d forgotten how liberally she self-lubricated and how hard I had to swallow to keep up. I loved this about her—this exuberant, aquatic response. There was no other way to put it.

She gave her pelvis a final jerk and laid over me after aligning our faces. Her soaked center rested over my cock as she rocked us back and forth. After a minute or two, she reached down and slipped my cock inside for the first time in seven years. It felt just as I’d remembered. Wonderful. She sat up, fully revived and eager for another climax. I knew to hold back. She would have several climaxes before the grand finale.

She rocked over my cocked and groaned magnificently. She had always made me feel like a heroic lover. As I lifted into her she pressed down, and each lift produced another earthy moan of satisfaction. It was exactly like old times but felt as fresh as the first time we made love. Marci leaned over me, brushing her breasts against my chest, and I knew she was close to another orgasm. This extra tactile contact would do the trick.

“OH FUUUCCKKK!!! She bellowed her rapturous delight into the night, possibly even into the next zip code. I had never witnessed a similar orgasm with her or anyone else. At the end of it, she whimpered like a small child recovering from a great shock.

She laid beside me and we hugged. She held my cock and whispered in my ear. I nodded yes. She got up on her forearms and knees, her ass in the air, and I mounted her. She had told me what she wanted. I gently sunk a finger into her ass as my cock entered her warm and wet lips. She literally yelped. As I played with her ass and thrust with my cock, she once again leaped into orgasm, this one even more convulsive than the last one. “GODDAMMIT!!! OH FUCKING HELL, Ryan!!! YES!!! OOOOH SHIT YES!!!” She banged her ass into me, into my cock and fingers. One final spasm took her to her Neverland, which is what she called “the Big One.” After a few final tremors she collapsed on the lounger and I fell on top of her. We were both panting. When our bodies recovered she whispered in my ear, “So damn good, Ryan. So good… God, I’ve missed you.” She kissed my cheek and closed her eyes. A minute later they opened, she kissed me again and whispered: “I want you to come now.” I nodded. We sat up.

Marci leaned over and grabbed a towel from the deck. She wiped herself dry and laughed. “You get me so damn wet.” She wiped my cock and balls and bent down to kiss them, then laid down and spread her legs. I got between them and slipped in. She lifted her pelvis and I thrust as she cooed in my ear. “Oh, that’s nice baby. Just like that. Oh, you feel so good. I love you inside me. Oh, Ryan.”

Her fingertips stroked my sides, ass, and back. In contrast to everything else we’d just done, this was gentle. Her banter in my ear, her sweetness, her heat, took me right where she intended me to go. I gasped, lifting myself up to see her breasts, to see her beauty, as my cock pulsed and I came in waves of true ecstasy. Her legs curled over my back as I thrust into her, her body quaking beneath in response. Unfathomable desire had been building all day, and this was the release. Marci pulled me down as I succumbed to a final last spasm. She cooed in my ear, “There, there Ryan.” She then whispered delicately. “Oh, that felt so good. I love your cock. I love that it’s you again. It’s been so long. I love how you feel there...” She held my head and kissed my cheeks and lips and squeezed me into her.

Marci stroked me tenderly as I settled down, lying on top