" I thought it makes you hot." It does, but I'm already primed." But, honey, it's our anniversary! I always pick a poem to read you on our anniversary..." Chuck, I'm telling you that you don't have to be Lord Byron to get into my pants." I know, but I need to be Robert Browning and you need to be Elizabeth Barrett Browning." What?" asked Darla."'How do I love thee?'" started Chuck, as he removed his shoes and socks. Darla's eyes glassed over, before SHE started to recite the poem."'How do I love. But I was determined to give her a fucking of a lifetime. So i turned her ass towards me and I thrust my cock into her wet hole again. I grabbed her hips and pushed her against my thrusting cock. I started impaling my cock into her sweet pink pussy.I increased my speed and she started shouting even louder than before. Then i pulled out and held her head and started chewing her sweet and soft lips. I could see her eyes filled with pure lust and pleasure as she started touching my hard cock with. Of course the two open buttons helped also. The four inch pumps were a pale yellow just like her blouse and her long legs were covered with nylons. The outfit highlighted her curvaceous 34-20-34, five foot six, 107 lbs., beautifully.We had been married for four years and lately our sex life hadn't been as great as it used to be, and even though we had talked about spicing up our sex life, and even told each other a fantasy or two, until now it had only been talk. My mouth hung open as I stared. I shoved my dick into her tight, wet pussy.She threw her head back at this. I took this opportunity to pull her hair and started giving her a hickey on the neck. I continued to pound her pussy from behind. She was close from before and came right then and there. “Enjoying this aren’t you.” While saying so I shoved my finger in her asshole.That made her jerk and look behind. I shoved her face back into the pillows and continued my assault on her pussy and now her asshole. “You are my slut.