10 comments/ 22174 views/ 3 favorites Rejoining By: KCWLLW My wife and I had known each other for more than twenty three years. We'd been married twice to each other in the last ten years. To say that our relationship had been tempestuous would be an understatement. It was also inspiring, loving, passionate and entirely filled with a fabulous sex life; from pure fucking all the way to wondrous love making. We both had strong libidos even, as we were, into our late fifties. Frankly, she was without doubt the sexiest woman I'd ever met. When it came to sex, no was not in her vocabulary for anything between the two of us. Interestingly, we had the same limitless ability in our business acumen as in our sex lives; we complimented each other perfectly yet had never embarked on a joint venture as I hoped we would now. More fascinating was that this acumen more often than not intertwined with our sex life. For some reason one fed the other and vice versus. It is from this symbiosis I hoped we open a new chapter in our lives, a chapter that would take us comfortably to the end of our lives. The business we intended to develop had come from an epiphany I'd had one summer afternoon prior to taking a retirement package from the company I had been with for the last ten years. Over the next few months a business plan and financial forecast was developed. I'd met with past colleagues and a network of their colleagues that would bring us to our signing our first customer. While still going broke in a hurry getting the business going, it had become that moment when you had to get a deal to become legitimate. She and I were living apart yet had a goal of ultimately being together like every other married couple. The business would enable us to both to become trans-Atlantic together. I am originally from England and live in the US. She'd been born in the Catskills of New York State and loved England and lived in London. I enjoyed London but loved Manhattan. Getting back to business, we needed to do this together and as the business would start in the US, it was there that we would kick off. We'd decided to take a week in a hotel, and thanks to online reservations, were able to get a great deal at a hotel on Central Park South for a week. She would fly in from London and I would travel down from Upstate New York We'd lived in Manhattan for many years before. It would not be unreasonable for us to call ourselves true New Yorkers. We were both very comfortable on those exciting sidewalks which exuded energy up through your body. Choosing a hotel on Central Park South ticked all the boxes: central to everything, elegant, great service, and fabulous views of Central Park along with the very best vibe. I also knew that it would also be a great week of our best sex as we had not been together for almost two months. I'd planned a day of shopping with her on our first day together. By phone and email, we'd already gone over the details of each of our appointments, along with our colleagues. It was time to relax before we met our potential customers. I wanted to buy her some outfits that had my stamp on them rather her shopping for herself. To wit, a black skirt above the knee that would reveal her thighs when she sat down, stockings both hold-ups and sheer silk that required the requisite garter belt along with blouses that would provide a glimpse of her ample cleavage. In a nutshell, elegantly sexy with a slutty edge. Trust me, most notably not on the list would be panties. She had some wonderfully sexy pairs which would do the job which I might let her wear in our meetings. Yet once it started to get dark, there would be nothing to cover her truly gorgeous pussy and delectable ass. I should probably describe what I consider to be the most sexy woman I have ever met; my wife. She has a woman's body, not a boy's body with tits. She truly has an hour glass figure with great boobs, fantastic ass and thighs along with the most perfect pussy. Her body is warm and soft to the touch. It shimmied as she walked that ensured I would be uncomfortable in my jeans. I could happily spend the last few moments of my life between her thighs. I could mentally feel her on my lips and tongue at any moment in the day. The second I would imagine her I would get "chubby". She excited me. I'd taken the train into Penn Station and cabbed to the hotel. Having checked in, I showered and took a nap knowing that my wife would not arrive until later that afternoon. Around three that afternoon I was awoken by a call from my wife. The plane had just landed and she would be disembarking soon. Having been through JFK immigration a few times myself, I knew it would be at least two hours before she got to the hotel. I rolled over and went back to sleep only to be awoken by a very warm, fragrant female body sliding up against me. My wife had come to the room, showered and joined me without stirring me from my nap. She wrapped herself around me and was quickly asleep. I on the other hand, was now fully refreshed. I let her slide into a deeper sleep before slipping from under her. I would awaken her in a couple of hours. Jet lag sucked, as anyone who has travelled internationally or just from LA to NYC knows. Your internal clock is just screwed up. For some, taking a nap then going out for a few hours can get you back on track a little quicker. I'd wake her my way in two hours for dinner. I dressed, and silently left the room. I'd take a walk, get a coffee and wander around Central Park for an hour or so. She was still sleeping when I returned to the room. I undressed and slid back into bed closely behind her. I stroked her ass and became instantly hard, my erection sliding happily between her cheeks. She leaned back against my chest allowing me to slide my hand across her stomach and down on to her mound. I expected to feel the soft tufts of pubic hair that would grow while we were apart from each other yet there was nothing. The area was simply her succulent soft skin. "I thought you might enjoy me taking care of that rather than as you would normally" she said salaciously "and I know you will enjoy the story that goes with how it happened" continued. My cock shivered as my mind was fully sexually engaged, eager to hear her story. I also knew it would not be that easy, she would make sure both of us would savor each and every moment of the tale. I slid two fingers between her very full lips, correspondingly her legs opened wider. She was already very wet as was her way. Her body began to move against mine using her ass to stroke my cock. "I had some fun in the past days" she sighed, "finished with a parting gift before I boarded the plane". I knew from how full she was that there was no doubting what she said. I wanted to taste her. I position myself on my side, parallel to her with my mouth close to her pussy while her head could rest against my legs. She could easily reach my cock while she opened her legs very wide by resting her thigh across my shoulder. She was dripping wet, the fragrance and texture overwhelming my senses. I easily slid three fingers into her as my lips and tongue savored her swollen lips and clit. I could also sense I difference in her juices, not overwhelming just a note that further fed my fervor. "I decided I would go shopping a yesterday for some things I thought you would like to see on me" she started while I continued to enjoy her "thinking I would enjoy the process if I were just a little more uninhibited, I stopped for a couple of glasses of wine around the corner from Harrods before I started". A very elegant, well-built man in his late fifties, early sixties sitting near me in the pub engaged me in a conversation. I told him what my plans were and he quickly offered to escort me and provide me his opinion of anything I bought. I was about to say no thanks, when I think the first glass of wine corrected me and I agreed happily. After fifteen minutes or so we strolled to the store. Jeremy, he said and offered his hand as we rode the escalator to the lingerie department. I took his hand and said Patty" she went on. "I'd planned to buy a new, sexy, well-fitting bra, a few pairs of very sheer, sexy panties and garters, stockings and hold-ups" she said to ensure my continued attention. My wife has very large breasts that still have their shape. I knew from her telling me previously that Harrods Lingerie department was one of the few places in the world that catered to women with fuller breast and helped fit their bras perfectly. All this time I was thoroughly enjoying her, her story telling interspersed by low moans and her grinding her pussy into my face. "Jeremy was very patient, sitting close by as I pulled all the items off the hangers. An assistant offered to help me fit the bra and joined me in the changing room. Once we seemed to get everything positioned correctly the assistant asked if I would like my husband to join me or was it to be a surprise for him. I almost said that he was not my husband then thought that you would enjoy hearing that another man; a man I barely knew had seen me as I was. Would you please I said and the assistant left to get him. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and Jeremy stepped in. He'd taken off his cashmere overcoat and was standing there, his eyes wide, staring at me in just a bra, sheer panties, stockings and a garter belt. He closed the door behind him and sat in the chair across from me. "Turn around" he commanded. He said nothing. "Turn to face me" he said after just a little while. I was so turned on as he continued to silently look at me. "Come here" he said and I stepped to within a foot of him. He then slipped his fingers into the panties and pulled them to one side of my lips. I gasped at his touch and widen my stance just a little. "We'll have to take care of that fuzz if you're to really enjoy yourself" he said as his index finger brushed softly between my lips. I came right there and then". "Why don't you get that off so that I can treat you" he said and sat back in the chair. I slowly took everything off while watching the bulge in his trousers grow larger and larger. He squirmed just a little trying to adjust his erection without touching himself. He stood up, grasped my shoulders and turned me around. He slid his hands over my hips and onto my ass, spreading me open. He then slid a hand between my legs as his other caressed my breast. I urged him to slide his fingers into me yet he just stroked my outer lips and tantalized my clit". "You'll only need your bra and dress on" he whispered into my ear. "I'd like to watch the other men's eyes as you walk through the store and as you ride up on the escalator" Jeremy said. "I'm sure there will be someone trying to get a glimpse under your dress". "He took me to the Spa on the top floor and checked with the desk, there was an opening, more than one I thought". All this time she had been sliding her hand up and down my cock, it was all I could do to maintain some semblance of reality. I wanted to hear more. "Patty said the receptionist after a brief wait, would you follow me please? She led me into a lovely room dominated by a divan covered with a crisp white sheet. "Would you undress and put this on" she said as she handed me a thick toweling robe. I had just put the robe over me as the beautician came into the room. For the next hour she removed all of my pubic hair both covering my pussy and my ass. She finished with lightly fragranced creams; all the while I knew I was very swollen and wet. She looked up when she had finished and asked if she'd like my husband to check me out so I told her to send Jeremy in. Jeremy knocked on the door as he opened it. "So" he said. I'd laid back on the divan, spread the robe apart and opened my legs wide. He did not take his eyes off me as he sat on the beauticians stool at the bottom of the divan. He slid from the stool onto his knees while pushing my knees further apart. He then grasped my thighs just above my buttocks and pushed them even further apart while lifting my ass off the divan, obviously so he could inspect both my ass and pussy. He then lowered his head between my legs and proceeded to lick me from my ass all the way to my clit which he gripped firmly between his teeth and flicked rapidly with his tongue. I came again and again. He lifted his head, his mouth covered with my juices. "I think your husband would appreciate some pictures of this. Where is your phone"? Finding my phone I selected the camera and started to take pictures of him as he ate me. Just when he stood up I too went to stand and he told me to remain in place. He then proceeded to lower his trousers and stepped out of them. He looked very large in his underwear that he then also lowered revealing a gorgeous erect cock, a little longer and thicker than you. He knelt again between my legs, clasped them firmly pulling me to the very edge of the divan. "I think he will love these pictures' he said as he began to stroke his cock up and down my pussy and ass. I continued to take pictures as long as my hands stopped shaking. He parted my lips with his cock enough to make me gasp while lubricating the head of his cock. He then lowered it a little and proceeded to explore the outer part of my anus, just pushing it in enough to tease me. Jeremy then stood up. "We should go before we go too far" he said as he pulled on his trousers. "I just wanted him to fuck me hard right there and then" she said to me. As we walked through the store he asked if I had packed yet. I told him that I had not and a needed to be at Heathrow by 9am. He stopped me in my tracks when he suggested that we go buy all I needed along with a suitcase that way we could send me off very relaxed and ready for you. My stomach was in knots upon hearing this and asked where we would spend the night. The Connaught he suggested, I have an apartment there he said off handedly. Can you see the new case over by the door? I looked and saw a very expensive looking leather valise. My mind was now truly racing. "Tell me what happened then" I said. She said she would skip the remaining shopping and would just tell me how she spent last night. He took me to dinner at the Connaught's restaurant wearing a short black clingy dress we'd picked up. I had just a bra on underneath and a gorgeous pair of black high heels on along with some black sheer holdup stockings. I could just picture her; her full figure in a dress that simply showed every curve while providing a full meal for the imagination. Just as we ordering, Jeremy waved at another very well dressed gentleman who passed by our booth. "Patty, meet Mario, a fellow countrymen of yours" he said. "Care to join us, Mario"? "If I'd not be interrupting anything" said Mario. Mario, I learned, was originally from New Orleans and a graduate of the Naval Academy. He'd just retired after thirty years in the Marine Corp. He was very handsome and gracious. We had a lovely dinner and all decided to retire to the lounge for a nightcap where we sat in three low chairs. I allowed a little of my thigh to show above my hold-ups. I simply was so turned on I could not resist. By this time I had move from between her legs to her side, examining her body with my hands and eyes, which both verified, at least in my mind, what had happened. She appeared thoroughly enjoyed with a very happy pussy and ass! "Let's have one more at the bar and call it a night" said Jeremy. We all stood and the men followed me to the bar itself. Mario ordered three large Remy Martins for us. I stood between them resting against the bar. We chinked glasses and took our first sips. It was just then that I discovered why we were standing. They wanted to explore me. As I felt them close in on me the bartender told us that he was leaving for the night and not to worry about turning the lights off. We were all alone and I realized whatever was going to happen tonight would start right here against the bar or, as I shortly found out, sitting atop it as Mario, almost without effort lifted, up on to it. They each slid their hands up my legs as I leant back resting on my hands. The feeling was delicious and highly erotic. It was Jeremy that cupped his palm sliding two fingers into me and began rhythmically slowly stroking me inside. Meanwhile, Mario slid my dress up to the top of my thighs. I lift myself off the bar in order to let him lift it from me completely. He undid my bra and took that too. I was naked save for my hold ups and high heels. Mario lifted one of my breasts and exquisitely began to tease my nipple with his lips, tongue and teeth. Jeremy's efforts began to move more quickly and more firmly. I scooted to the edge of the bar so that he could more easily attend to me. Taking my message he lent down and began to enjoy my clit as he continued with his fingers. Mario continued to pleasure my breast as he slid his fingers down my back until he could finger my ass. It was just then I squirted uncontrollably over the bar, Jeremy's face and neck while splashing his shirt. He drank voraciously from me and I almost passed out feeling my entire body sag. Regaining my senses, they helped me off the bar and replaced my dress on without my bra. The feelings rippled through my entire body as my nipples rub against the wonderful material. It maintained my orgasm as we walked through to the elevators. I remembered little until we were in Jeremy's apartment. After the door closed they turned me to face the wall and placed my hands above my head to rest against it. The feeling of two, three and four hands exploring every inch of my body as they removed my dress again was exquisite. I realized quite soon that they had coordinated this heaven as they too had undressed. It was then they closed on me, their two large, erect penises exploring me as if they were large fingers. I reached for them both, stroked them and explored their large balls. I sensed them becoming lost in what I was doing to them both, turned to face them, and backed them up to a nearby chair retaining my hold on them both. I spent an eternity caressing, sucking, licking and enjoying their cocks. I realized they too continued to be lost as they had to maintain standing by resting on the chair back. It was clear that both would come soon and I indulged my own fantasy of having two men come over my chest. Maintaining my grasp on them both they ejaculated almost simultaneously spreading large quantities of the warm semen over my breasts, face and lips which I promptly proceeded to wipe up with my hand and placed in my mouth. I love the taste of cum and felt myself leak onto the chair. "I need to lie down" were the first words I heard from Jeremy since we came into the room. "Me too" said Mario. Both flopped onto the very large king sized bed. "Fully aroused I stood up and walked to the end of the bed placing my right foot on it. I slowly slid down my stocking giving them a perfect view of my very swollen and glistening pussy lips. I then slid the other down similarly which certainly got both their attention. I then crawled up the bed between them. I then took my time to caress their bodies, especially their nipples, finally lowering myself onto Mario's mouth. From that moment it was a blur of hands, mouths and cocks exploring, probing softly and pounding me hard. I felt I was constantly coming". "They both then executed the coup-de-gras upon me. I must have slipped off to sleep as I was awoken with the sensation of being squeezed between these two men. I could sense Mario behind me as he slid back into my pussy; his stay was brief as he withdrew back to my anus. He slid in relatively easily although his size made me exhale audibly. He patiently began to move back and forth, each time sliding more and more into me. As he did, Jeremy slid into my pussy. I could feel both grow firmer and larger with each stroke. Their strokes became more urgent. I began to feel their balls slap against me. Jeremy had lifted my breast to his mouth and was suckling me very hard. Each in time now, the both pounded away it me. I knew I was almost screaming in pure pleasure as they continued. Finally, they both came their last, a delicious sensation from both ends". Rejoining of the Souls Driving up the long windy road to the cabin Lori thought about Trevor and all they'd been through in the last few months. Before she'd left that day she'd left a note on the dining room table at the house asking him to please meet her at the cabin for a weekend alone just the two of them, now the bags packed, wine and tidbits in the cooler and a quick stop at a lingerie store she was still a good half hour from the cabin Trevor had bought her for their fifth wedding anniversary. She thought back over the last ten years of marriage and remembered when life was right. They're love undaunted and indestructible by all accounts, they were, "The match made in heaven." But now days it only seemed like the vigor's of daily life and strife were their companion. Late night dinner's alone in a big, cold house. Many sleepless nights when he came home at all hours or even not at all. She wanted it back, she wanted HIM back and she thought this would be one way, take him to the one place she knew all of his attention would be hers. She had all the plans made and set, dinner would be simple but filling. The wine ever flowing, a big fire in the fireplace....all the things they used to do. Talk, laugh and enjoy each other most of all. Lori pulled her Mercedes into the long driveway and headed towards the cabin, she couldn't believe she actually felt nervous about having a weekend away with her own husband but it had been the distance and the world that had turned her like this. Turned her so much in fact she didn't even know or have confidence in the fact he would show up. Parking her car she saw the cabin was dark, looking around she didn't see Trevor's Land Rover in the drive and she felt her hopes begin to fade immediately, "He isn't here, probably stayed late at the office again." She whispered to herself. Nonetheless she wouldn't give up hope just yet, she went inside the cabin and began to get it ready for when he did show up. Back in the city Trevor was just pulling in the driveway at his and his wife's large two story home nestled in the Hollywood hills, he saw her Mercedes wasn't in the driveway and sighed, "Probably out shopping." He turned off the ignition and sat for a moment looking at the beautifully landscaped yard, perfectly manicured roses that Lori had begged him to have planted even though he had terrible allergies, but he'd done it for her. Everything he ever did was for her, the house, the cars, the charge accounts. He remembered back when it had been about them and not about the world around them. Before work had taken over his life and caused nothing but fights and strife at home, so much so a lot of the times he didn't even bother to come home. Just sleep in his office. But in all actuality he missed his wife, still loved her more than anything in this world. He got out of his truck and headed inside. Opening the door he turned off the alarm system wondering why it was set, they never set it unless they were going out of town for the weekend, shrugging it off he called out just in case she might be home but in another part of the house that couldn't be seen from the driveway. Upon getting no answer he went to go see if she'd left him dinner, like she'd done every night of their marriage when he didn't come home on time. He couldn't begin to count the numerous times he'd come home and seen roses on the table and burnt out candles, empty wineglass's and in most cases half drank bottles of wine. He knew she'd been waiting for him, but alas as always he hadn't shown. Opening the refrigerator in the dark he saw no notes on the shelves, no food left. He suddenly got a terrible sinking feeling, "Had she finally carried through with her threats to leave him? All the times she'd begged him to come home, all the missed dinner dates, movies, shows he'd failed to show up for leaving her alone. Had she finally left him the same way?" As he walked out of the kitchen into the dining room he saw in the moonlight the table was completely clear of any dishes, roses, or burnt out candles, all he found was a single note on the stationary she loved neatly folded in half with his name on it. With trembling fingers he picked up the note, assuming the worst he walked back to the kitchen where there would be light to read it. As he flipped on the kitchen light he smelled her perfume, it had always turned his head. Just her womanly scent had driven him senseless, he remembered back to when they first got married. The long nights he would hold her and make love to her, telling her all the things a woman loves to hear from a man. People would never believe he had a tender side, never believe he could throw hardened criminals away for life during the day but at night go home and hold and love the most precious of gifts put on the earth, put there for him to love and cherish and he'd done nothing but take her for granted. He opened the note, he scanned it quickly in case it was bad news. But quickly breathed a HUGE sigh of relief when he read, Trevor, I'm hoping you come home in time to get this. I have gone to the cabin in hopes you might come join me for a weekend alone. Just us. Bring nothing but yourself, I have taken care of everything. With all my love, Lori He thought about the pending cases he had to be in court for on Monday, but images of Lori's silken black tresses, big blue eyes standing alone in a camisole or gown with the mountain breezes blowing in through the windows shook him out of his work trance and decided there was NO crime in this world that wouldn't wait, he wanted and needed his wife and he was going to her. Heeding her note he left a message on his answering service that he would be out of the office till Wednesday and to have his partners take up the cases, that something vital came up and he was sorry but couldn't not be in court Monday or Tuesday. Hanging up he set his cell phone, keys everything that had ANYTHING that involved with work or the city on the dining room table, turning he removed his sports coat and tie. Then going upstairs he rushed through a shower and dressed in jeans, tennis shoes and a simple t-shirt. Grabbed a coat and headed out the door to his wife. Back in the cabin Lori had cleaned it up, just minor dust from sitting all winter she went around and opened some of the windows to let the cool night air thick with the scents of the outdoors and pine into the room. It still was too warm to start a fire so she decided to go and clean up. Going upstairs she ran herself a bath and slowly took her clothes off, she watched herself in the mirror. Maybe there was something about her that didn't attract Trevor to her anymore, she glared and scrutinized herself but from what she saw in the mirror in ten years nothing on her body had changed. Her deep olive complexion clear of any makeup, she'd never needed it. Her slender shoulders and defined arms from hours in the rose gardens at home still remained firm, her breasts showing no hint of drag or signs of aging still high on her chest as full and voluptuous as always. Her narrow waist, shapely hips and as the day is long legs that just seemed to go on forever still in good shape, nothing had changed she was still mirror perfect to all the things Trevor used to say and bestow upon her, yet he hadn't even said he loved her in so long she wondered where she'd gone wrong. Turning off the bath water she let her long mane of jet black hair loose from the chiffon that had been holding it and stepped into the steaming hot water. She felt every one of her muscles relaxing in it's heat as she sat down in the large Jacuzzi tub. Leaning back she let her head dip below the water long enough to drench her thick hair and back up to wipe away the droplets that ran down her face with her long delicate fingers. She glanced at the wall clock in the bathroom and snickered to herself, there had to be a clock in every room of both the cabin and the house. Trevor was always so worried about what time it was, he never relaxed and just let things flow anymore. It was all work, work, work and no time for the enjoyments in life. As she sank deeper into the water's warmth she thought about the last time they'd been together, actually acting as man and wife and the intensity that had come with it. She shivered inwardly as she thought about his hands, his green vibrant eyes. His skin and hair like hers, they fit together like a hand to a glove. Yet he hadn't touched her in months, had been home maybe half that many times, she felt herself choking up. Hoping this was not going to be another long lonely night of tears and a cold bed she shook her thoughts clear and proceeded with her bath. Trevor drove faster than normal, he normally drove five or ten over the speed limit but tonight he had a reason to push it. Going faster than ever he pushed his Land Rover until he made a two hour drive in less than a hour and a half. He wanted his wife, needed her. Needed to tell her and show her all the things that had been missing not only for her, but for himself as well. As he pulled into the driveway of the cabin and neared the top of the drive he killed the lights and drove up the other side of her Silver Mercedes he'd given her for her birthday two years before, as an excuse for missing her birthday all together. Though as always she pretended it didn't bother her that he'd let her down yet again. He killed the engine and got out immediately feeling refreshed by the mountain air. He walked towards the deck, stepping onto it quietly making sure not to make a sound he searched the windows for a sight of her. He was not disappointed. Shortly after walking by the main deck window he saw her, his breath and heart lodged in his throat. GOD she was beautiful, fresh out of a bath, her hair wet and clinging to parts of her arms she walked by him unknowingly in a gorgeous white gown and robe he couldn't ever remember seeing before. Smiling he figured she'd gone and bought it special for this weekend hoping he'd be there. The white silk clung to spots of her gorgeous frame that were still damp from her bath, he knew it had been a bath because in ten years of marriage Lori had taken a shower maybe once and that was because a motel they'd stayed in did not have a bathtub her long ever flowing legs would permit her to sit in comfortably. He watched as she tenderly brushed the waves and tresses of her magnificent mane till they shone and glimmered brightly even in the dim light of the cabin, he was thankful right then he'd stuck with her idea of little light and more skylights than anything else for natural light versus electric and brightness like the city inside the cabin. He saw she'd been crying and felt his heart tear apart at the sight, she believed he wouldn't show up. She had long since given up on counting on him, frankly because he always let her down. He knew it and was totally ashamed things had come to this. He saw the pine breezes blowing against her gown softly as she stood at one of the adjoining windows adjacent from him and took in the night scenery around her. Finally tired of being a spectator he quietly went to the front door and opened it quietly so not to startle her. As soon as the door opened she heard him, he was trying to be quiet and not being skittish in nature she stayed at the window waiting for him to come to her. She heard he'd taken off his shoes in attempts to make his footsteps quieter but, and she smiled to herself thinking, "Man couldn't sneak up on the dead." She was so lost in thought she was actually surprised when she felt his large, muscular arms close around her tenderly from behind. "You came." She whispered without turning around. Not wanting to break the moment he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "For far too long I've been the spectator in this marriage and never the participant or husband I promised to be. I am so sorry honey, I love you so much. When I came home tonight and you weren't there I assumed the worst, I thought you had finally gotten tired of me not being me and I'm sorry. No more. I'm the only place I need to be, or ever want to be. Standing, with you in my arms." She trembled slightly with emotion, her husband was back, she didn't know for how long or for what reasons but she was NOT going to miss this chance at happiness again no matter how long it may last. Turning slowly her blue eyes brimming with tears she choked out softly, "God I've missed you." "I've missed you too baby." He whispered pulling her body deeply into his larger one, she clung to him almost desperately. He could feel her need, her love just in the hug. He leaned forward and gently kissed her. Taking his time, no rushing, no hasty movements, not now. Lori's tender hand came up to rest on the side of his cheek as her fingers gripped his shirt and held onto him, letting him lead her, draw her further into him. She responded to the kiss with a small whimper as he moved the kiss from a hello to one of heat and pure need. Still moving incredibly slow he gently reached down and easily picked her up taking her to the couch. Sitting down with her in his lap, her head on his shoulder coming up to meet his kisses, as she got comfortable on him he let his hand slowly slide up the outside of her knee and up past her thigh to her hip and side where he played his hands on the tenderness beneath the silk, making her melt in his arms. Her breath in her chest, unthinking only feeling she felt her body spanning and begging for his touch, the ways in which only he could truly speak to her. She sat up more in his lap and let her perfectly manicured nails tease and test the skin on the back of his neck gently. Trevor felt her fingernails on his neck and suppressed and deep groan of need, instead of the noise he leaned her down on the couch tenderly and began to move over her, his hands staying in constant contact with the softness he craved to touch. Very slowly he removed her robe from her shoulders, arching her body with the sides of his hands just enough to slip the material down her arms till it was lying beneath her on the couch. They're eyes met her shining as bright as the sky on a beautiful, clear day. His deepening to the color of the deepest of seas, his eyes never left hers as he slowly leaned back and removed his shirt. He knew just how much she loved to see him, to be able to touch him and how much he desired and needed her soft touch. Reaching her fingers out to him she tenderly traced the muscles in his abs, along his torso to his sides bringing him back down to her level once again resuming the kiss he had broken. He felt her body softening and yet felt it straining at the same time, wanting more of what he was giving, responding to his every tender command. He broke the kiss softly and slowly began making his way down over her chin to the hollow of her tender throat, his hands untying the ribbon at the front of the gown seeing that once undone the entire gown would open in the front, no needs to remove it or bunch it up around her beautiful body. She gasped softly as the cool air touched her hot skin, making her breasts and nipples already full and taut respond immediately. "So soft, so beautiful." He whispered against her skin as he kissed and touched his way down her chest to her breasts. Slowly his eyes meeting her again he took the first nipple between his lips and traced his tongue over it slowly, meticulously almost as if trying to tease yet satisfy in the same movement. Lori trembled beneath him her eyes slowly closed, her back slightly arched, clinging to him desperately yet tenderly as Trevor began to make love to her. She let every exquisite feeling verbirate throughout her body as he moved from one nipple to another slowly, only building the slightest of pressure enough to where he could draw each one deeper between his lips, sucking, licking, teasing with release so the cold air mixed with the heat of his tongue and mouth would contrast to bring her back to arch more, her fingers to tighten on his side and in his hair, begging him for more with her body never her words. Withdrawing from her nipples gently he began to move down her body, exposing more of her tender flesh with each kiss and touch. Slowly removing the gown more and more as he continued down. Reaching the bottom of her belly he looked up and saw that her eyes no longer closed, but were staring down at him in silent pleas to continue the need so powerful begging him not to let it end. Her scents were overpowering drawing him deeper and deeper into her. The smell and taste of her skin, the texture of her softness varied from that of the roughness of his tongue, it was almost as if he could see her skin move beneath the texture as he would stroke or caress each viable place taking her in even more than she was to him. He missed loving her, taking his time and bringing her pure unadulterated pleasure. Kissing and caressing his way down her legs all the way to her ankles, he began to slowly make his way back up to the very center he had bypassed, wanting to take her to new heights, further than he ever had before. He slowly spread her legs wider as he moved up between them. He felt her legs shake, her toes flexing against his own calves as she moved restlessly beneath him. "Shh beauty, I know.." He whispered against her inner thigh as he moved his head up higher he slowly began to lick his way to her center. She bit back a cry of need as she felt his tongue touch her outer lips. Her mouth drying from the heavy breathing he had caused, she closed her lips and swallowed to gather wetness again, her brain starting to become unclear as he delved deeper between her folds. He moaned softly as he began to taste her, her juices intoxicating and ever fulfilling as he felt her legs widen more to give him all the access he needed to consume her. He stroked her hardening clit softly with the tip of his tongue, passing over it teasingly just so he could hear her breath catch and watch as her body would tremble each time. Finally he leaned in took a deep breath and buried himself deeper and deeper within her soft folds. His lips moving around, kissing and stroking her clit, first sucking it in slowly then releasing it only to brush over it with his tongue. Her body was alive, she bit back screams and cries of pleasure. The loud and addressable would come later she knew, this was special not to be marred with outbursts, he simply wanted her to feel and reach ultimate bliss. She felt herself starting to spiral out of control, her fingers buried in his thick hair as she raised herself up slowly meeting his lips and tongue finally unable to hold off any longer, her pleasure too great she let out a loud cry as he took her over the edge. Hearing her cries of orgasm only made him hold onto her more, draw it out of her, take it all for himself. As she flooded his lips and mouth with her juices he found himself only needing and wanting more of her, her taste, her pleasure. Slowly he brought her back from the heights of ecstasy and as she slowly began to relax again he removed his jeans and moved back over her. His eyes met hers, he saw she wanted to pleasure him as well. He smiled a loving smile and whispered, "Later beauty, all I want is to love you first. We have the rest of our lives for the rest." She slowly nodded and though her breath still not fully captured he moved over her and placed his hardness at her opening, her body still trembling in aftermath of her orgasm she had to bite back another cry as she felt him working his hardness into her dampness slowly. It had been so long, it was as if he was molding her to him all over again. Her body renewed from lack of him was now tight and un-stretched again. She bit back a tiny amount of pain as he moved within her, deeper and deeper. Doing everything in his power to keep from hurting her like he had when they'd first been together. When they're marriage was new and in the learning stage. Rejoining of the Souls He was back to learning her every curve and just how soft and un-yeilding she was at the beginning. As he worked himself deeper she began to loosen up enough that he started to slowly slide in and out of her. Slowly gaining and decreasing speed, he knew he wouldn't be able to last that long with her being this renewed again. Once he was completely within her, he gently reached down between the silk of her gown and her and wrapped his large arm around her waist lifting her up to him at the hips while still supporting the rest of her body. His thrusts deeper and slowly becoming more ardent, he moved to his knees still holding her up to meet him. Her hands now on his forearms as she let out the cries of pleasure and how much she loved him. As he neared his own edge his eyes locked with hers as he pushed as deep as he could one last time, calling out her name as he filled her with himself over and over. As his movements slowed and he grew back to normal size within her, he slowly lowered her back onto the couch, staying inside her but kissing and caressing her down from her own heights he had again taken her to. "I love you Lori, I will never leave you alone again." He swore. "I love you too honey, I'm so glad you're home again." She smiled tenderly her soul once again full and complete. Rejoining I was breathless. My cock was incredibly sore from the pounding I had given it throughout her story. "I'd have loved to watch all of that" I said. "You can" she said. She slid from the bed and opened the leather valise. From it she took a small camera which she plugged into the TV. "In HD too" she smirked. I looked at the timer as it counted down from four hours and thirty five minutes. She stopped the video with the a mini remote. "Before you watch you need to do just one thing". She straddled my mouth facing my feet. "You need to appreciate what happened to me last night" as she pushed her ass into my mouth. I now knew what that other fragrance was as I heard the video start again.