A number of readers asked for continuation of the main story that can be found in this series. This might be fun to read on it's own, it probably works better as an epilogue.
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Last night had left us both with an oxytocin high that I was sure neither of us would want to let go anytime soon, I mused on this lazy Sunday morning. The sound of the shower in our master bathroom upstairs turned my thoughts to Nicole's body as I waited on the hissing espresso machine. Hard beans grinding; I inserted the puck. Pressure rising; the sudden spurt of the syrupy liquid. I poured in the soft, foaming, silky smooth milk mixing the flavors...
I padded barefoot back up the stairs a steaming mug of cappuccino in each hand. Sunlight through the open curtains reflecting off the trees; some sort of classical jazz tinkled softly from the bluetooth speaker. Nicole sat upright in bed sinking into the white pillows, strawberry blonde hair contrasting against the dark wood of the headboard. She smiled, not a simple polite smile but a huge welcoming grin.
"Oh you're such a darling!" Nicole reached out take one of the coffees. She was naked except for the heart shaped necklace I had given her for our anniversary, it lay sparkling between her breasts.
Placing the other coffee on my bedside chest, I headed towards the bathroom. "I'll be right back" I reassured my wife. "Shower first, then breakfast in bed!"
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I slid between the cool sheets and lay on my back as Nicole curled up to my right side. Her breasts pressed tantalizing against my chest, her hand stroked across my abdomen.
"I love you." My wife whispered.
I turned my head, my lips reaching hers; Nicole's mouth opened, her warm, wet tongue inviting mine, caressing, swirling. "I love you too."
Nicole's hand had drifted south and brushed against my stirring erection. I kissed her again, deep, languid; my hands exploring the curves of her body I knew so well but never tired of.
I gasped as Nicole slipped her hand between my legs, gently fondling my balls then up finding my hardness and wrapping her fingers around it as she pumped it gently, almost in slow motion.
"Someone's eager." my wife giggled. She kissed my chest, my nipples and pumped once more.
"What...ahem...did you expect? A gorgeous woman in my bed..." I trailed off as Nicole's laughter muffled against my abs as she shucked off the quilt and slid her mouth towards her hand.
She looked up at me, our eyes met. "Mmm, breakfast." Nicole said pulling her hand down to reveal the head of my cock and sinking her lips around it. Shivers ran though me, I inhaled sharply at the wave of pleasure that flooded through me. Nicole's head bobbed down, her nose tickled my abdomen. I marveled at the feel of her lips, her mouth, her tongue, her throat. I stroked any piece of my wife that I could reach, running my hands up her arms, across her shoulders, revelling in the feel of her soft skin. My body wanted to thrust up into her as Nicole continued the exquisite torture, running her tongue around my head then sliding her mouth back down causing me to imperceptibly squirm as I gasped in delight.
Nicole looked up at me watching her. "Breakfast is good, but I want something more." She almost stammered, moving urgently up my body to mash her mouth against mine. I took her face in my hands as our tongues wrestled wildly, hungrily; deep kisses expressing an infinite desire.
My wife swung her leg over my thighs and lined herself up. Our lips still joined, I moaned loudly into Nicole's mouth as, in one fluid movement, she released her hand from my cock and lowered her hips, her warm femininity engulfing me. My fingers brushed down Nicole's sides, resting at her waist as she straightened her arms to sit upright; I stared in awe, as always, at my wife's body.
"Like anything you see?" Nicole took my hands and lifted them up to gently squeeze against her breasts.
"Oh I love
everything
I see right now." I smiled up at her. "You don't realize how hot you really are."
Nicole bounced gently on my cock. "You make me feel beautiful." She bounced again. "Hot."
I thrust my hardness upwards in confirmation.
My wife flopped forward, we kissed again, and again, my hands squeezed and pulled her tightly against me. Her hips pounded against mine with loving fervor as I grabbed at Nicole's butt cheeks and pulled her harder against me, on to me. It was her turn to moan into my mouth as my fingers slid down the crevice, my middle finger pressing into her, urging her body to go faster, further, harder.
Crescendo building, our bodies slapped against each other like a rapid tidal wave against the seawall; Nicole was shuddering, her chest flushed, my abs ached at the involuntary thrusts as my cock reached up inside my wife's slick but greedy pussy. We melted together, both of us cried out, meaningless noises, exploding pleasure escaping our shaking bodies. My cock jerked inside Nicole, once, twice, again, my legs shook, I stroked Nicole's body slumped across my torso.
"I love you!" She gasped.
"Ditto." We kissed.
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The day passed in a typical combination of exercise, laziness, and chores until we came to be sitting at the dinner table that evening with lobster rolls and a couple of glasses of our favorite Montrachet.
"So about last night..." Nicole started.
"At the club?" I questioned. She nodded. "Did you enjoy it?" She nodded again, blushing almost imperceptibly.
"It was great sex, I can hardly believe I did that; but I also don't know what it means for us or if I'd ever want to go again."
