By the time he was done, well there just didn't seem to be any point of 'getting all sweaty and stuff'.As the seventh anniversary passed, Samantha was...beginning to wonder if the old adage of the seven year itch was true. These wonders, then later fears, were often times fed by his working so long at his computer, set in a more secluded area of the house so he 'would not be distracted'. His evenings were taken up more and more with his computer. She had begun to get so sure of his cheating. She laughed and winked at him, and he chuckled back. Ronnie rubbed herself back and forth against the hardening bulge of his cock, visible now through his underwear. “What have you got for me?” she said, pushing on it, rubbing her palm up and down. “What have you got, hmm?” He grunted and tried to answer but it seemed he could think of nothing clever, so he opted for sheepish, blushing silence. She was delighted. She kissed the bulge and then sat up on him again.“I've got something for you,”. 2...3 times, Cedric's moans got louder. I had reached his pants; I bit down on the button and bit it off. I spit it out and pulled his zipper down. I noticed the bulge in his pants and told him to stand up. Cedric did so; I reached for his waistband and slowly pulled them down. His cock only semi hard, acting on animal instinct I grabbed it. Cedric moaned softly. I slowly began to lift myself up on him my chest on his front, I put my arm around his shoulders and began to rub the side of. But the next words out of my mouth were, “Yes, please, I need to feel the full force of your cock! It’s been way too long! Please, baby, don’t make me wait anymore. I need to cum so badly!”He looked deep into my eyes and said, “I’m happy to oblige my bride!” Then he pumped his thick shaft into my hot wet pussy like a man…well, like a man who’d been denied pussy for the last year.Without the worries of accidental pregnancy to hamper our fun, I was about to experience his cum shooting into me.