She rolled on to her back and stared up at the ceiling.“Oh God!” she breathlessly exclaimed.Rachel launched herself at me, pushing me on to my bac... so she could straddle me. She quickly pushed my throbbing cock into her pussy and began rapidly fucking the crap out of me. There was no way I would, or could, muster up a second bell ring, and even though I said as much, Rachel didn’t care. All she wanted was a hard dick in her pussy and a hard dick is what I gave her.Rachel worked herself into a. She did get me back up and the second time she wanted it missionary with her legs up on my shoulders.Sunday was usually a day when we both slept in late unless I had a golf date, but that Sunday Josie woke me up early by fondling my cock until I was awake and then she said:"Give you any ideas?"It did.I spent the day doing yard work and working around the house and wondering if my wife was becoming a nymphomaniac. The only other explanation that I could come up with is that she was feeling. She stood in the sitting room of the apartment, about a foot from the wall. I walked up to her, holding her gaze. When I stood in front of her i took hold of each of her hands and raised them up above her head till they were stretched out and she stood on her toes.Then I kissed her hard on the lips and she returned with adore pushing against my tongue with hers. I moved my kisses o her neck and I felt her nipples harden against my chest as I nibble gently on her neck. She moaned and pushed. Stood me in front of the sink.“Put your hands on the sink, baby. Right here.” I grabbed the edge of her square sink—one of those stand-along models—and she adjusted my hands. The back of my head was nearly touching the slanting ceiling.“What do you think will happen if you let go of the sink before I tell you to?”“You’ll stop?”“Good boy. And you’ll have to leave. And your balls won’t be emptied by me.” I wasn’t sure if she meant tonight or ever.Then she undressed, next to me, which didn’t take.