Teaching My Younger Husband Sin(II)

So, maybe the car was gone. Maybe she had spent the money on some outrageous thing. Maybe he’d one day know what it was and maybe he wouldn’t. But for now, Gavin thought, fuck the car, and fuck the walk.

Gavin was going to fuck his wife in this old-fashioned swing that hung from this big oak tree in the middle of nowhere.It took Marie only moments to get out of her uniform, to strip down to the sheer lavender bra and panties she wore beneath. She reached behind her back and unhooked the large cups that held her full breasts, smiling and keeping her eyes on Gavin as she did so.

Next, she helped him out of his clothes, unbuttoning his polo shirt first and pulling it over his head. She threw it onto the dew-moistened grass.

Then she unbuckled his belt and slipped it swiftly through the loops. She loosened the button on his shorts, unzipped them and let them fall easily down his legs.

Gavin stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Right now nothing was as important to him as fucking his wife in this hardcore swing that was going back and forth, forth and back. He wouldn’t have been able to describe the sensation if anyone had asked him to, but it started somewhere in the pit of his stomach and tickled him lightly in the groin.

Gavin had been a sucker for outdoor sex since Marie had introduced him to it years ago, and now he was mounting this swing, grunting and growling like an animal, hoping someone would hear them, wishing someone would see them. He was a sucker for having his wife straddle his waist, wrap her long legs around him and lean back, the momentum thrusting them forth, swinging them as if they both were young, but mostly as if she were much younger than she was.

Marie rolled and rotated her hips as she rode Gavin, as they both rode the swing. She knew just when to kiss him. She knew when to silence him as he was coming. He was sure to wake the small town they lived in, because, when he got off, he was loud.

She grinned when he came inside her. She clamped tighter onto his cock and then she came, too, clenching her eyes shut and leaning forward to suck a little on his neck.

‘Good, baby,’ she said. ‘That was so good. I wish I didn’t have to go to work, because I could do this all day.’

She hopped off of his lap, her bare heels digging into the ground.

Gavin stood and began gathering and replacing his own clothes. ‘I suppose you’d better,’ he said. ‘You can’t afford to miss any shifts, what with having to get your car back and all.’

Marie didn’t miss a beat as she pulled her panties back over her hips.

‘Can’t get anything past you, can I?’Gavin didn’t ask for any more of an explanation than that. He was sure she had one ready to go, true or not. He watched her walk away, on to her destination, before he turned to go

in the other direction.

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Entering their home after work, Gavin tripped over a shoe. He didn’t know

it was there. He didn’t know it was there because he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it because the house was lit only by candles.

‘Don’t flip the light switch,’ Marie shouted from the bedroom. ‘It’s a surprise!’

Gavin felt a familiar twinge of apprehension growing in his gut. Marie had been surprising him a lot lately, and it hadn’t been his birthday, or their anniversary, or Christmas, or even Valentine’s Day.

But, when he walked into their dimly lit bedroom, his lips spread wide into a smile. Damn, he was starting to love Marie’s surprises.

His lips weren’t the only thing that were spread. So were Marie’s lovely long legs, all over their queen-sized bed.

‘Trying to start a fire?’ Gavin asked, only because he was nervous and didn’t know what else to say. The candles were there. Scented and not. Tall, short, all different shapes and colours.

The sight of his beautiful wife in the buff still sent Gavin crazy. Natural Italian tan with tight cheeks and brown freckles. She lay with her arms folded behind her head.

‘Something like that,’ Marie said. ‘Come here.’

Gavin stepped closer to the bed. Marie reached up and tugged roughly on his paisley tie, bringing his face to hers. He tickled her with his straggly five-o-clock shadow.

He climbed on top of her naked body. He breathed restless breaths on her full and firm breasts. He kissed one and then the other. He sucked firmly and fairly on her beige nipples.

Marie’s hips rose from the firm mattress, taunting Gavin with the heat of her moistened cunt.

‘Kiss it,’ she said, beckoning him. ‘Kiss it now.’She coaxed him further by pushing the top of his head down in that direction and Gavin had no problem with that because, boy, did Gavin like to kiss it. He liked to look at it, too. He had to strain in the dimness of the candlelight tonight, but that was OK.

Marie had a few strands of grey there in that rectangular patch between her legs. It was a turn-on like no other. He had never seen anything like it, hadn’t known it was even possible.

He had wanted to ask a friend about it once, but was embarrassed. Women got grey … Down there?

It was a foolish question, a boy’s question, he knew.

But his Marie, she was neither ashamed nor embarrassed. She didn’t try to pluck it, dye it or hide it. As a matter of fact, she let her legs fall open wider and pressed his head there harder.

Then she handed him a candle and gave him the OK.

Gavin poured hot melted blue wax down Marie’s sleek, milky body. She wiggled beneath the sudden sting of the heat and settled as it cooled on her naked skin.

Through puckered lips, she begged for more, and Gavin happily gave it to her until the small jar was empty and Marie’s body was covered in cooled and dried wax.

‘I’m ready for you now,’ she said and beckoned him to her with a taunting finger.

Gavin crawled up Marie’s body. Again she grabbed his tie and pulled his face close to hers for a passionate kiss.

She barely let him get out of his suit. He undressed in a hurry, tossing the garments onto the carpeted floor. Now he was as naked as she, and hovering

over her, his cock inches away from her warm inviting entrance. He had worked late, and Marie hadn’t even scolded him. She had greeted him with a sweet reward instead, which Gavin found to be supremely odd. How late was it, anyway?

He glanced over at the digital clock and saw that it was dark. He looked down at the cord. It wasn’t unplugged.

Gavin looked outside and noted there wasn’t a blackout either.

No, just inside their house was there complete and utter darkness, but for the candles Marie had set up to distract him.

Gavin sighed and carried on.He’d ask her about the electric bill later, or maybe not at all. If he was patient enough, he’d surely learn her reasons.

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