I canceled all of my appointments so we may begin our extended weekend.” “Extended weekend? Really?” I exclaimed, taken by surprise.“Yes, real...y, Marc,” she replied with a malicious glint in her eyes.“Do you recall how we experimented sexually in college and right from the get-go of our marriage?” She asked, leaning so close that I became aware she was not wearing a bra. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest most deliciously.“How can I forget, many of my stories are about those astonishing. ... I’m so..... You’re so... Just keep going Owen.”Hearing her babble made Owen smile, he leaned in and started kissing her, that’s when she wrapped her arms around his neck and started thrusting back to meet his inward push. She clung to Owen, mashing her breasts against his chest. Owen cradled her lovingly against himself as she moaned and dug her nails into his back. “Oh Owen, Owen, make me cum again. I’m close, Owen so close!”“Me too Abigail, I’m about to cum.” He slipped one hand up into. Less than one minute later I felt the bed dip and I smelled his scent before he reached me. My eyes had adjusted to being in the pitch black, but I could only make out his figure and his white t-shirt. "Open your legs." He whispered.My eyes flew open. His breath smelled different. He slid his dick in with no warning and immediately I felt the difference. This time, his dick was fat and shorter than Rome. I felt it stretching my opening as he slid in. "Damn this shit is tight. Fuckkkkk, you gone. "Really", he said. I shook my head, "yea, just keep going, you'll know what I mean in just a minute".Pre-cum was oozing from both of our cocks by now, and we were starting to twitch a little every other stroke. This signaled he was old enough that he could make sperm come out of his penis. Besides, he had hair on his cock, and I couldn't shoot sperms until I got hair on mine. I asked him if it felt good yet? He whispered "yes, I've never done itthis way before". I said I was getting pretty.