”“No, you,” she countered, the last word transforming into a warbling moan when he pumped into her faster – harder – their bodies colliding ...ith a quiet slap.Growls began to intermingle with Wade’s grunts and groans, his expression tightening. Mara’s whimpers grew louder, her fingers moving faster over her hood. This time, the urgency was there – subdued – but certainly there. Her muscles tightened as the pressure swelled, chilly sparks joining the warm glow in her mound.“Too good. Can’t...”. When we first got married, she was very fit and took care of what she ate. She always cooked very healthy meals. I always loved that she liked to take very good care of herself. That was what made me fall in love with her. She had a smoking hot body and knew how to work it. She'd get waxed and had manicures and pedicures regularly. She had her hair cut and colored every few weeks. Now my wife doesn’t go to the gym so much and has put on a lot of weight. She had a car accident and fucked up her. She continues this for a short time. My breathing becomes fast, my belly gets tight. My hands are in her hair. My head thrown back with eyes shut tight. I feel the end is near… But, no – the little vixen has other ideas… She stops just short and stands. ‘Follow me’says she. And off into the forest she runs. My nymph has run away into the forest. I stand, looking stupid with my cock standing at attention like a flag pole. ‘What should I do?’ I quietly ponder (but a split second). Like any good. I was now ready to cuff my hands behind my back. Within a few clicks I was now lying on my side on the bed in complete self-pleasure. I could rub my thighs together offering ample stimulation at the same time fantasising as the soft Lycra slowly heated my legs.I must have being lying on the bed only about fifteen minutes when I heard the front door open and Karen calling my name. She shouted up to let me know she had forgotten her purse and she need some cash before going to the pub. I.