This is a continuation of a fan-inspired series that chronicles the adventures of a young couple who explore the limits of their sexuality with unpredictable results. The story has evolved from the first person perspective of the husband, Paul, to the adventures of his wife, MaryJane, (MJ) as she discovers the true depths of her sensuality.
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Lymon admires MJ's leg as he returns to earth from orbit. His fingers trace a path from her calf to her butt examining the skin texture and musculature. Her body is healthy, firm, and silky to the touch. What the hell, she's only twenty-five; she should be in great shape! She was all 'o' that! That was one fine fuck they'd just had! She's cross-eyed and panting from that same encounter. What a marvel! It astonishes him that he can inspire that kind of response from this woman, a nymphomaniac who's a third of his age! He contemplates this unlikely liaison while he watches night fold over Southern California and the live feed from the living room. MJ's husband, Paul, is there with Chloe getting it on in color! He's tall, buff, and handsome with dirty blonde hair in a 'surfer' cut. He's an attractive contrast with Chloe's light mocha. They're watching a vid of MJ giving him head earlier this morning! Chloe is enthusiastically tonguing his cock as they watch MJ onscreen do the same to Lymon's!!! Whoa!
Chloe was performing as she promised MJ earlier: she closes her eyes as she takes half of Paul's cock down her throat, then bobs her head up and down almost in time with MJ onscreen. Paul fingers Chloe and watches his wife's head pump up and down on Lymon's thick shaft.
Lymon wonders if this isn't the craziest day he's ever had? He's been seduced by this beautiful, redheaded, creature; set up by his secretary/girl Friday: Chloe. Crazy. She's fucking and sucking like a whore on dollar night. Together, they're tearing it up on the sheets, giving each other what seems to be the fuck of their lives. At least that's what she tells him. Crazier. He's trying to keep up. It sure ain't easy at his age, but he's not sure that he'd be able to if he were Paul's age! Yes, he realized, Paul had the right idea for this hot-blooded bitch: fuck her good and give her some freedom to fuck around, hell, she was gonna saddle up anyway; might as well enjoy the ride. This was one of the craziest days ever. He rests his hand on her butt, enjoying its firm roundness.
She purrs gently. The ripe aroma of her is everywhere, the air, the sheets, him.
He ponders giving this wild bitch a couple of lessons..to take control of that ripe cunt? It seemed he was learning her very quickly. He'd better slow this down; she was married, after all. But, Damn! She was so fine! With a body as full and ripe as he'd ever! And that tight, stinky, lil quim made him crazy! It might be worth putting some mojo on this slice. On the other hand, it might not be in his best interests to tame this pussy. He'd put the hotfuck on a couple of psycho-bitches over the years that made him regret ever fucking them much less 'setting the hook deep' as his favorite uncle, Moe, used to say. There was one crazy mofo'! Ol'Moe, as he was known, advised "set the hook deep! and it ain't comin' out! Then you betta know howta play it!"
He 'set the hook deep' on the wrong gal and her boyfriend shot him!
He missed that old character, yessir, he did. He missed his wife, Sophia - who'd passed twenty years ago, even more. Ah, Sophia, such a fine woman and a hot fuck! She never minded that he made his living fucking on camera. She was the one who'd encouraged him to not only produce and distribute his own films but to expand his interests into real estate and commodities. She'd helped him build a corporation that made him a rich man. That was his single regret; that she'd passed on before they could truly enjoy this fortune they'd made! He funded her dream of the free clinic in Watts right after the funeral.
MJ could have been Sophia's body double at the same age (except for the color, of course, Sophia was a dark mocha; MJ a creamy white)-- she had the same round ass and tiny waist, the high, full breasts, baby bottle nipples. It surprised him that he hadn't made the connection before this. She'd kept him too busy fucking to notice the resemblance! He sniffed his fingers, Sophia'd also had quite an aroma to go with that libido. She could wear his ass out just like this one!
MJ chuckles, she's been watching Paul and Chloe unloading in each other's mouth. They'd been going at it pretty good and were finally finished. She was glad that Paul was getting in on the action. Not that he'd missed anything, she'd rode his tongue and sucked his cock before he left for work this morning. He'd 'primed her pump', as her grandma liked to say! Then he helped set up Lymon for this all day fuck party she, Lymon, and Chloe had been having. And the neighbor, Susan, had gotten some too. A good time for sure and it was still early.
She kissed Lymon and went for a swim. The pool was a glowing turquoise inspiration. God, it felt great to do a few laps after a hot fuck! The night was clear and beautiful. There was a line of red on the horizon where the ocean met the sky. Nearly a postcard!
