Wilma Crane - Family bride

Frances threw her arms around his shoulders and bumped her cunt up at him. "It feels like old home week," she sighed.

No sooner had Richard withdrawn his cock from her cunt than Jeanne jumped up from the bed and ran around to the other side. "Mike!" she said, lifting his cock to a perpendicular position. "I never knew you had such a big one!"

Jim pulled Valerie into the living room and shut tile door. "I can't watch any more of this," he said. "My own parents!"

"That's the trouble with you," Valerie said, pressing her tits against his chest. "You're almost as prudish about sex as I am."

"I'm not prudish about sex!" he retorted. "You're the prude!" He held her in his arms and looked over her shoulder at his brother, who was still lying on the couch. "At least," he added, kissing his wife on the ear, "you used to be."

"You're still hard," Valerie whispered to him, bumping her pussy against the distension at the crotch of his pants.

"What happened here today?" he asked, letting her unfasten the top button to his pants.

Valerie undid the second button and pulled his zipper down. "I'm not exactly sure," she said, fishing through the fly of his bell-bottoms for his cock. She could feel it, hot and hard, through the fabric of his jockey shorts. "Anyway," she said, pulling her hand loose to push her husband's pants down around his hips, "it's too complicated to explain." She began to unbutton his shirt, then stepped back and pulled off Richard's shirt when Jim began to undo his buttons himself. "But one thing for sure," she said as Jim stepped out of his pants and tossed his shirt over his sleeping brother's face, "a marriage has definitely taken on a new shape here today."

Jim put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to him, his hands sliding down her back to cup the full cheeks of her ass.

"You mean you're ready to come back to me?" he whispered, his fingers slipping in the remnants of whipped cream that greased the cleavage of her buttocks.

"I was talking about your mother and father," she said, wiggling against his hairy chest so that she could feel the tips of her breasts begin to erect against his nipples.

"But what about us?" he protested, his cock lifting between her legs. "That's why Mom insisted that she and I come over here, Val. You and I were meant to be together. Can't you see that?"

Valerie pulled away from him and walked around to the far end of the coffee table. Unsure quite what to say, she picked up the last tomato from the green basket and bit it in two. She glanced down at Rich, absurd as he was in Jeanne's bathrobe. And she thought about the date she had almost had with Mike Duckworth. Then she looked back at her husband and finished chewing the tomato. She tossed the uneaten half back in the basket.

"I'm not so sure we were meant to be together, Jim," she said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know, exactly," she admitted. "That's the trouble. That's why we're separated. I'm not so sure I want to stay married to a man who comes to my house to ask me to come back to him in the company of his mother."

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.