That night I wanted oh so badly to fuck Krissy, but my better judgement told me to take it slow and make sure things were okay with Marie.
But there were no problems. That night, Marie drifted to sleep in my arms as always, and the next morning my sexy wife woke me up by riding my cock as always. Part of the time she bent over me, pushing her nipples in my mouth while she whispered endearments in my ear: "Fill me up, Danny. I'm so lucky to have married such a stud. Thank you for fucking me so well."
Then she sat up on my cock, gyrating like a belly dancer on amphetamines, her arms raised toward the ceiling and screaming almost incoherently with pleasure while her big tits bounced for me. In between the inarticulate Mariah Carey squeals, anyone listening could hear things like, "Fuck me, stud! Gimme me your cum, and then cum some more! Fuck your girl!"
When I finally came, Marie jumped off me as usual and ran down the hall to clean up and fix breakfast. Fucking in the mornings always energized her.
Personally, I'm not a morning person. I usually get moving more slowly, furious morning fucks notwithstanding. A few minutes later, after Marie had finished her shower and was already in the kitchen, I stumbled into the bathroom and started washing up.
I wasn't in the shower more than a couple of minutes before I heard a knock.
"Danny, you in there?"
"What is it, Krissy?" I asked.
I heard the door open and through the haze of the bathroom curtain I could see Krissy's vague form by the sink. "I'm sort of in a hurry this morning. Do you mind if I use the bathroom while you shower?"
"Uh, sure."
"Great." Then her hands pulled back the shower curtain and Krissy stepped in. The water began to spray against her perfect, teenage body. She smiled at me and said, "I just think we could save so much time if we shower together."
My cock started hardening quickly. "It saves on water bills, too," I said, and gave a short laugh. I took her head in her hands and kissed her on the top of her forehead, then brought her head up so that she looked me in the eye. "You look lovely this morning, sweetie."