May moaned and writhed herself, lost in the pleasure of satisfying her man. And the hotter the heat grew between them, the more excited Newland became until he could sustain no further play. His hips thrust, and the next time she drew him inside her, when she pulled, sucking hard, he was undone. He pushed inside her mouth again, groaned deep from within his chest, and spilled his seed on her tongue. His body shuddered, his hips quaked, and he collapsed in a pure hedonistic orgasm.

May slowly pulled forward, withdrawing his staff from her mouth. With her dancing blue eyes, she looked up to meet his just as he opened them. She curled her lips into a sweet smile, swallowed, and then licked her lips with an expression of satisfaction.

“Oh Newland, you’re divine, my dearest.”

“Stand up, my dear,” he said. “And raise your skirt.”

May did as he asked. Then he edged forward on his chair, and slipped her undergarment down to her mid thighs. With a hand, he clasped one of her bottom cheeks, and with the other, he quickly slipped his fingers through her intimate folds, where he discovered her creamy delights. Once again, he began to feel aroused. He slid his fingers back and forth, and then dipped a finger inside her vessel, thrusting it in and out several times before sliding his fingers forward to find her inflamed pearl.

“Ah, Newland,” she said, moaning loudly the moment he touched it. “Yes. There.” She reached for his shoulders and steadied herself as she lost herself in carnal lust. Obliging her, he continued to circle his fingers round and round her pearl. Her hips loosened and began undulating to the rhythm of his touch.

“I must return the favor, dear May,” he said, marveling at the lioness his wife was in the bedroom in comparison, sadly, to the harridan she had become outside it. He leaned over and began tonguing her orchid, while lowering his fingers to her fountain of lust. He pushed one finger into her sheath and the other into her nether hole, which was moist from her cream. With a bit of maneuvering, he buried both of his fingers to the hilt, all the while licking her pearl.

“Ah, yes, husband, you know how to please me,” she said hoarsely.

She began to purr and sing as her head lolled from one shoulder to the other. And before long, her hips were beating to a grind that begged for satisfaction. It wasn’t long before she leaned forward and took control of the dance. She moved her hips back and forth, letting his tongue now slide the length of her folds while keeping the focus upon stimulating her pearl. She moved faster, faster, until her body tightened, and in a quivering thrust, she cried out in pleasure and released.

“Yes, oh yes, Newland. You’re . . .” She gasped for breath.

He felt both her fiery orifices tighten around his fingers, spasm, and when her body finally relaxed, he slowly withdrew his fingers.