EXTRACT FOR
Sleeping With The Groom
(J.S. Lee)

His eyes were still shut but Pamela withdrew, the moment gone, her heart flipped and she could hear nothing but the blood pulsing in her neck.  She made her way backwards from the bed to the door, still studying every inch of him, wanting nothing more than to run back, tear down her pajamas and mount him.  When she opened the door, she could swear she heard him say her name.



"Pam, mmmmm," was she mistaken?  Wouldn't he be dreaming of Katie's warm body gliding along his, or at his age, any number of possibilities existed.  



When she crept back into her own bed, her husband stirred and reached for her, his hand caressing her waist.  The pounding of her own need hadn't left and she responded by finding his cock, tucked away in pajamas, and pretending that she was still in Steven's bed grasping his pounding dick.  Hank sighed and when she pulled his dick out of his pants, he was awake and ready.



"Honey, what's gotten into you?" he whispered while she shimmied the pants down her hips, she was naked before rolling on top of him.



"Just horny," she answered, and no other explanation was necessary because his cock was standing, pulsating under the touch of her wet, full lips that brushed against the sensitive tip of his cock.  She grasped him at the root and worked his penis back and forth over her clit and let the vibration open her further, she was soaked and her pussy ached to be filled.



She slid him inside and in one quick movement, she engulfed his manhood and Hank pushed his hips up to thrust even deeper.  After all these years, he knew her body well and his fingers plucked and rolled her clit just as she would herself, then eased into the slow roll around her nub while she fucked him slowly.