“Kristen?”
Her eyes flashed open. Doug had stopped moving and was looking at her, concerned.
“Huh? What is it?”
“Your face… I’ve never seen it like that.”
“Oh uh, you’re just making me feel so good.”
“Well, it’s sexy, so I’m glad. Ugh I’m glad you’re close honey, cause… baby I’m almost there,” he groaned, resuming his thrusts.
“O- oh yeah… yeah I’m close,” she covered, aware that his efforts did nothing to scratch the now-aching tingling deep inside her.
Doug seemed to buy it, “Yeah, I can tell – you’re dripping wet now.”
“All for you, Doug.”
“Aww yeahhh… *huff* c-come with me b-baby.”
“Oh yeah Doug – that feels so good. I’m so close, baby.”
“I’MMM OGGHHHHH!” Doug bellowed.
Kristen followed with her best performance.
“Me too! Oh Doug!”
Doug gasped and wheezed, falling atop his wife’s body. Their soft flesh pressed together in warm embrace. He kissed her after regaining his breath, and rolled beside her, his limp pecker wrinkled and wet under his potbelly. In all their years of marriage, he had never worn a condom; the pair was never blessed with fertility. Once this was a source of concern – it took nearly a year of semi-regular procreation before their son miraculously took root one day – but was now a perquisite.
He turned and looked at his wife. Even in the dim light, she was unbelievably lovely. Her curly blonde hair, slightly messy from their relations, framed her aged, but still very pretty face. Her slender neck gave way to her enormous bosom, which had somehow grown larger with the years, and her pale stomach, which had remained the same size from rigorous diet and exercises. The same care had kept her substantial hips, buttocks, thighs, and calves impressively taut for her age.
Euphoric from his climax and the ability to connect to his beloved and still resplendent bride, he shivered as he poured her heart out to her.
“I love you so much, Kristen.”
Completely unsatisfied, Kristen turned away as she told him that she felt the same. Since the “Reunion”, each “I love you too” felt flimsier and flimsier; she began to worry that he’d see the truth in her eyes.
She didn’t want to disappoint him.
After all, when her husband of 20 years broke down in tears after another fizzled date night, his earnest pleas to save their marriage and rekindle their love had persuasively moved her conscience. He was right – for all his faults, Doug had provided for his son and his wife capably, and his crime of domestic neglect that had earned him his family’s disdain was largely a symptom of his exuberant efforts as a breadwinner. Thus, she had agreed to a “Wedding Reunion”, a self-imposed period of marital reconciliation espoused by one of Doug’s many self-help authors. At the time, pitying her life partner, her mind legitimately considered the possibility that she could replace the years of deception and adultery with a happy and honest marriage.
Indeed, his entreaties had so shaken her conscience that she did the unthinkable: she broke her son’s heart. When he had come home from school the day after, she stopped him in his amatory routine. Unfaltering in her newfound moral direction, she denied her sensual and maternal objections, and stood firm against his fanatical appeals. When she explained, quite honestly, that she had also made the decision to stabilize her marriage with his future in mind, citing that she could never support him financially like his father could, he angrily and wordlessly walked away. Every fiber in her body ached to stop the man that she had come to love, but her moral resolve kept her strong.