Morning after

Ho…ly…CRAP!!

I opened one eye, very carefully, and straightaway I wished I hadn’t. The view through the uncurtained window was like looking into a blast furnace. It was what under happier circumstances would be described as a glorious summer morning but I just groaned and buried my face in the pillow, a naked, crumpled heap lying beside a similarly crumpled heap of duvet.

Then She was there at my side, with coffee and Ibuprofen.

”How did you know I had a headache” I mumbled.

”I had one too, when I first got up” she replied softly.

You can see why I love this woman, but sometimes I can’t fathom what she sees in me.I didn’t think we had drunk that much last night. There was of course the clinically necessary ’Thank God they’ve all gone and we can shut up shop’ beer and that perfectly decent South African Riesling we had with the strawberries. That’s it. The strawberries. Maybe you can get hung over from surfeit of strawberries because we’re strawberry junkies right now. We’re getting through a punnet a night, just the two of us. The season is very short over here but the fruit is fantastic, deep crimson in colour and just sooo sweet.

We’ve been evicted from our summerhouse at the moment. Daughter and her cousin decided that they are going to live down there this week. They just hopped on their bicycles and off they went. How lovely to be so carefree, school holidays, no commitments, just a week of lazing about, swimming and sunbathing. Wish I was 14 again.We phoned them after we closed last night. We could have used some cool sea breezes. We offered to come down and maybe take them out for a pizza.

”NO!” came the resolute reply, ”We don’t want visitors and anyway we’ve just lit the barbecue”

So that was us told.With Son away at his girlfriends we were alone. I suggested that we finish up all our chores first (well, after beer of course) so that we could ’go to bed’ right after supper. Heather was being wonderfully amenable to all my suggestions, including dressing for dinner, or rather undressing.I suggested she put on a close-fitting little satin camisole, then commanded her to touch her toes while I pushed the butt-plug up inside her and inflated it just a little. She squealed in pleasure at the naughtiness of it all.

As we stood in the kitchen cooking the supper she complained of getting wetter and wetter. I could have taken her there and then but I was sure that waiting would only intensify the pleasure for us both.

She looked me straight in the eye.

”Does this butt plug mean you want anal sex tonight?” . She asked in her mock Queens-English accent, which only serves to bring out her own accent.

”Yes, my dear, I would very much like anal sex tonight, if you wouldn’t mind awfully” I replied in my best Upper-Class-Twit accent.

With supper over I led her upstairs and had her bend over and rest her hands on the edge of the bed. I eased three, then four fingers into her dripping cunt from behind and curled them round to reach her g-spot while I inflated that balloon in her arse just a little more. She was soon shaking all over and on the verge of coming, but I didn’t want that just yet and neither did she. I wanted to get myself into that accommodating little arse of hers at some stage and she cannot always manage that after she has come so I knelt on the bed in front of her instead and she immediately took me right down her throat until she was gagging.

I lay down on the bed and she mounted me, cowgirl-style. A few more squeezes of the inflator had me pressed up hard against her front vaginal wall and had her groaning under the pressure. Then I turned on the vibration. Heather went wild and started contracting uncontrollably. I could feel the vibrations all down the underside of my cock and spreading out across my balls. Whether I liked it or not, this was a Magnus Magnussen moment. I’d started something I was just going to have to finish it.

I slipped a hand down between us, located the front end of her slit smooshed up against me and started to finger her as she bounced up and down. Her shouts and gasps just went on and on but I was fighting with all my might to hold back. Then with a final cry she threw back her head and slumped back on her haunches, sated and exhausted. I let her rest there just for a moment, recovering. I turned off the vibrations and deflated the but plug before putting my hands under her thighs and lifting her off me. She leaned forward and, grabbing the headboard, began to slowly stand up.

After what seemed like an age my cock thwanged out of her and I was able to get out from under her. I pulled the butt plug out of her with somewhat less than my usual delicacy, which elicited a shocked gasp. Then, standing behind her on the bed I plunged my cock deep deep into her guts. Her dilated rectum offered no resistance and she was still too shell-shocked to protest as I feasted myself inside her, intent on nothing more than my own orgasm.

I became aware of a subtle change in her tone, a panting breathlessness, an urgency was creeping back into her voice in place of that post orgasmic listlessness. Her hand was creeping down between her legs. She was coming again! This is a rare occurence so I did all I could to slam on the brakes, while still slamming her in the backside. I cried out as I held back as hard as I could, I cried out as my last resistance fell away and I spurted uncontrollably inside her, I cried out in relief and pent-up emotion and she, bless her, cried out at the same time and I felt the contractions of her second orgasm.

The rest is a blur. I remember, still stuck deep inside her, wiping my dripping forehead on her back. I remember wiping the salty blur from my eyes…Sweat from my brow or tears of joy? I remember the slow painful process of extricating ourselves from each other and staggering to the bathroom to clean up. I remember lying on the bed in the half-light of a breaking dawn, feeling the heat radiating from the body lying next to me, aching to hold her close but knowing that it was just too hot. Then sleep and a fevered dream featuring dentists.

And then the woman I love and who, in defiance of all logic, loves me too was standing there beside me with coffee and Ibuprofen.