His right hand pressed inside her, curved like a scimitar against her G spot. he thrust like a machine quickly in and slowly out. He began to tongue her ass to the bottom of her vagina changing the rythm of his thrusts. Slow in.... fast out. Before placing his fingers into her asshole, with the one hand still pressed on her stomach. He began eating her out and sucking on her clit gently vibrating his head. She moaned like a banshee her hands scraping him to come in further. His moans uplifted within her as he kept swallowing back her flow and thrusting in with his tongue. He took out his fingers and placed them on her stomach as she
kept coming and coming closer and closer together. Everything disappeared
in the moans and heartbeats. The other hand went to thrusting her again as he kept making circular licks and sucking like mad; shaking her insides.
Her eyes closed in the passion of it all, and she could feel him slowingand as she opened her eyes she saw his hard body melt against hers thrusting within she could feel every tight vein along the shaft of his cock. He nuzzled between her breasts sucking them in succession; one to the other. His arms drew under her body lifting her.. his moans were like delightful music for her. She listened as each one came.
He turned her over and bent her on the coach and continued to thrust again, biting her. Her arms pinned forward and she gasped between each savage rush he filled her with. Her eyes gaped open as the orgasms strangled out between the tightness of her pussy being spread by him. It became almost too much to bear. As he pulled out and plunged into her ass she yeilded to the unique satisfaction. She felt the smack of his body against her ramming her against the couch and his whimpers in these throes.
She gripped the couch tighter and tighter and then he plunged into her pussy once more. The aching long squeal rose from her throat as she gushed spledorly and continuously his moans became more like an animal as she let out that fluid all down her leg and his body. He felt it tighten on him as he pulled out in sprays.He collapsed to the floor bringing her with him. Both panting and satisfied, cool with satisfaction and hot with the rush."Darling..." he said through the interim of his breathing. "I want you to stay.." he said. She played with his hair as the both passed out there.
She woke up a few hours later and made a mad dash for her home realizing what she had truly done. Frantically she tossed on her clothes and tried to slip out as quietly as possible. She hailed a cab home to find a note on placed delicately on the kitchen table. And that same terrible isolationary feeling ran down her back, as she picked up the note from her beloved Daren. Labelled, 'to my dearest wife...'
The fount that had plumed from her body so sweetly and innnoscently only a few short hours ago was nearly like the same dripping from her eyes, as the terrible revellation came crashing in on her... with the pounding force of remorse.
As she opened the letter, amidst the smashed belongings strewn about the apartment the phone began to rang. She just didn't care to hear who was on the other line. She pulled the photo-generated image of her love making skills the night before last. And as she saw one after the other the voice on the answering machine became audible.
It was Eric: "I am sorry for your loss sweet Lydia.... in passion we all seek; even to the end of something beautiful. And the reality of just how powerful a force that can be can be truly haunting..." The checks sent out to Eric Lamaroux and the private investigation notes were left in the envelope as well.
"I could see most beautifully what Daren saw in you when he hired me.... he wanted to know, in his own words: "if my wife is faithful..." She cried knowing that Eric had been the only one she had been with in all this time.
"And at first I wasn't sure.... but now my love... he is... Goodbye...."
But in all of that time, I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Some of this I had to piece together from the scraps of newspaper, the obituary and her family and relatives. How sweet and deadly passion can be.