I unfastened his pants and began stroking his cock. It was steel hard. “It feels like you’re about to fuck me to death,” I said.
He was kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples and it was driving me nuts. “That’s my plan,” he said. “No, Kara, I’m not mad at you. I’m surprised; I have some questions, but God, that was hot!”
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the sofa. When he put me down, he bent me over the arm of the sofa and pulled my shorts and panties down. I was dripping wet. Getting wet had been a problem for me, recently, but not then. I was as horny as I’d ever been in my life. He stroked up and down a few times, getting that big cock wet in my juices and then he plunged it inside, slowly, in one long thrust, burying himself to the hilt and just touching the back wall of my pussy. I groaned and he started fucking me like a machine. I was coming after about twenty strokes and he just kept on, pounding into me as I screamed my way through a series of climaxes that left me weak kneed and breathless. He gave a growl and I felt him go off, holding deep inside me and filling me up with his hot cum.
My knees started to collapse and he scooped me up again, carrying me to bed and spooning up behind me. He held my breast in his hand and we drifted off. I felt so safe and so loved by my amazing man.
When I got up the next morning, I had slept in. I could smell breakfast and my tummy growled. I showered quickly and when I went into the kitchen, I was surprised to see Syndy.
“Hi, baby,” I greeted her. “Where’s Andie?”
“She’s staying with Laura Wilkens today. They went to the zoo,” she said. “Randy called and said you guys wanted to talk to me.” She arched an eyebrow at me in question. I shrugged my innocence.
Randy put plates down in front of us. It was delicious and I was starving. We ate and nervously made small talk. I trusted him, so I decided to just go with him, whatever it was.
Syndy helped do the dishes and they talked, making an occasional comment to me as I sipped my coffee and watched them indulgently. She was very playful, bumping him with her hip as she reached for the dishes she was drying. He gave her a swat on the butt once while she was bending over putting a colander away. She squealed and he winked at me. I smiled. They were like a brother and sister, playing with each other. I loved their easy relationship. I hoped whatever was happening with the three of us wasn’t going to change that.
When they were finished, we all took a cup of coffee to the sofa. Syndy and I sandwiched him between us, just like the night before, and he put an arm around us and squeezed us up.
“Girls, I haven’t been trying to make you nervous or uneasy,” he began. “I’ve noticed how you two look at each other.”
“How do we look at each other?” Syndy asked with one of those blinding smiles.
“Like you’re about to tear each other’s clothes off,” he grinned at her. “I want to know where you girls are going with this and what part I’m going to play.”
I pulled his head around and kissed him. “You’re going to play the part of my husband,” I told him. “You’re going to play the part of the man I love, the only man I love and the only man I ever have or ever will love. Got it, buster? Randy, you’re my husband. I married you and promised to put you first in everything. No man or woman will ever take your place. I love Syndy and I think you do, too, but you’re my life.”