About these, I learned only in snippets, and I was not curious enough to follow up.In our love sessions, Helen gloried in her nakedness more openly an... seductively than even Erika had ever done. Early in our relationship, when I raved about her naked beauty and that I could never get enough of her shame-free display, she told me that it made her happy. Stripping and showing herself excited her as much as it excited me.“I am probably an exhibitionist,” Helen laughed. Then, getting serious, she. ?He could not resist her. After they had agreed to the terms of their new, permanent arrangement, he fucked her right on the table. The dining nook looked out over the backyard. The curtains to the glass doors were not drawn, and he hoped that some neighbors spotted them.?He did not even remove her pretty dress. He pulled up the skirt to expose her bare pussy (she was not wearing any underwear, again; she would rarely wear any underwear for many years to come), and zipped down his own pants. He. " She hit me again. "Don't ask stupid questions and you won't get hurt." But it's not a stupid question." I held the pillow down so she couldn't hit me again. "Let's get married in New York." What are you talking about?" Come on! Wouldn't it be great? We come here, duel, win and then get married!" You mean a publicity stunt?" Well, kind of." She face went dark and I knew I had to talk fast. "I mean really married, not publicity for that. But here, at our first duel as a couple. Wouldn't that be. And then my balls jerked violently and my shaft pulsed in my grip and the first blast shot out across her face. "Mine! You're my fucking slut wife!" I shuddered as stripes of semen crossed her climax-face, painting her nose, her cheek. "You're mine, you fucking whore! Take it! Take my cum!" I leaned in, dripping the final fat drops into her open mouth as I finished. " Take my cum! Know you're mine! " She finished her climax with a long, wailing cry as my cock sputtered and waggled the final.