Roger pushed the remote button and his garage door started its descent. He reversed the black Audi sedan down the driveway, pulled into the road in front of his home, put the car in drive and set off for work. Normally he would listen to music or a podcast on the 40 minute drive to the office. But this morning his mind was otherwise occupied. He was expecting something, or rather someone, to visit his office today.
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Roger was 35 years old, married with 2 children. He lived the prototypical small town American life. He worked as a successful financial planner in the nearby city, but lived in his hometown where he grew up and graduated from high school. Susan was his high school sweetheart. They were an exclusive couple from age 15, a perfect match for one another. He was an athlete who excelled in the classroom; she was a dancer that won popular elections at school.
After high school they moved in together while Roger attended college. Susan found work at a real estate office, Roger lucked into a great position with a large financial firm near the university.
By the time he graduated he was already managing several significant accounts, and his bosses learned to trust him with clients who were investing large sums of money. He excelled at his job, and she at hers. Neither of them were incredibly social. If their jobs required it they would make an appearance at corporate events, but otherwise they preferred to keep to themselves. They'd been together for so long, they really didn't need anyone else.
When they turned 28, Susan starting talking about starting a family. Roger took the hint, and soon after he proposed. He knew Susan had wanted to get married for a little while now, but it had seemed unnecessary to him until the idea of adding kids to the relationship had been brought up.
He still remembered how beautiful she looked the night they were married. Her long brown hair was done up in some intricate style that took hours to finish. Her tanned shoulders were bare, the upper portion of her dress tight and form-fitting, the lower half flowing with a long train. Susan was a beautiful woman with an athletic shape. Her eyes and smile were striking, her complexion perfect. Though they were hidden under her dress, her legs were long and toned, a beautiful bronze shade that was a mix of Susan's natural color and the sun's painting from her hours of running and playing outside.
Roger's favorite feature of Susan's body had always been her incredible ass, full and firm, accentuated always by her flat abs and small hips. Under her strapless wedding dress she wore a strapless bra that gave "the girls" a nice push together and upward. Susan was a natural 34B; as Roger put it, "Just enough to keep me interested." They were married on a beach near San Diego, seemingly glowing as the sun set behind the ocean as they finished their vows.
They spent that wedding night in a beach-side villa, not far from the ceremony. They had long had a great connection in the bedroom. Susan emerged from the bathroom in a cream, spaghetti strap lingerie dress that was just long enough to cover her ass. Roger slid off the bed where he'd been waiting and stood, wearing only his boxers, and caressed her shoulders. He leaned in and kissed her neck; her head leaned into his, resting on him as he gently kissed her more.
Her hands rested on his chest. She loved Roger's build. He was a sturdy 6'2" and kept himself in impeccable shape. He wasn't a bodybuilder by any means, but knew his way around the local gym and spent enough time there to build up strong shoulders and a broad chest. He stretched his strong arms behind her, linked them under her butt, and smoothly lifted her off the ground.
She wasn't wearing a bra under her lingerie. As he lifted her his kisses moved from her neck, to her collarbone, and down her chest. Her dress was loose enough he used his chin to slide it aside, revealing her left breast. The strap slid down her arm as his lips touched the top of her perfect mound. He eventually found her nipple, nibbling softly with his teeth, and then flicking with his tongue rapidly. Susan's head rolled back, a quiet moan escaped her lips.
Roger moved his arms so each hand cupped her ass, instead of her resting on his forearms. He squeezed each cheek, savoring the feel of the soft, supple skin. As his hands fondled Susan's firm ass, his mouth continued to work her left breast and nipple. By now her nipple was fully extended, being sucked with surprising pressure into Roger's mouth. Her legs had been resting on his hips, allowing him to hold the majority of her weight, but now she wrapped around him tightly, squeezing her crotch as close to his body as she could.
As Susan's legs tightened around his torso, Roger pulled his mouth away from her breast. He still gripped her ass in each hand, and her hands still clasped around the back of his neck. Their eyes met, both grinned sly smiles, and then Susan pulled herself toward him and softly kissed his lips.
He parted his lips and she plunged her tongue inside. She had always loved how perfect Roger's teeth were, so straight and white. She rubbed her tongue along the surfaces of his teeth, and then bit his bottom lip between hers. The hairs on his arms stood on end, as his arousal deepened. He thought to slide his right hand slightly, moving it close enough for his finger to push against Susan's asshole, but he knew she wouldn't approve so he pushed the impulse aside.
Instead he slowly lowered her down his body until her feet touched the floor. He grabbed the right strap of her lingerie and moved it down her arm. It made its way over her naked breasts, both nipples providing the last resistance before the small silk fabric dropped to the floor.
Susan wore a small black thong. Roger knelt on the floor and started to drag the thong down her legs. She stepped out of it as it reached the floor, and stood in front of him completely naked.
On his knees he was eye level with her pussy, an inverted triangle of hair above the slit between her legs. He slid his hands up the outside of her legs until they reached her hips. He reached his left hand around to her ass and massaged it, and at the same time moved his right hand between her legs. She adjusted her stance, spreading her feet farther apart, granting him easier access to her pussy. His cock was hardening, and he wasn't sure he had it in him to offer much foreplay.
As he probed her slit with his forefinger and felt how moist she already was he knew it wouldn't be necessary. He slid his finger inside her, plunged it deep down to his knuckle, and then repeated the action a few times before adding his middle finger as well. His thrusts were much more rapid than Susan expected, and she moaned her approval.
They were close enough to the bed that she raised her right foot and rested it on top of the bed. Roger continued his finger thrusting as he leaned over to kiss and lick the inside of her thigh. Her hands first tussled his hair, before both were raised up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading her nipples. By now her hips were rocking back and forth, enjoying the sensation his fingers were providing.
Rapidly and somewhat surprisingly, Roger pushed his fingers in as deep as he could and then removed them one last time right before standing, and in a swift but comfortable motion he lifted Susan off the floor again and placed her back onto the bed. He peeled his boxers off, and allowed his now hard cock to spring to life. His dick was nearly 8" long when erect, and fairly thick. The head was large, with a significant ridge separating it from the shaft. He held the cock with his right hand and placed it between Susan's legs.
She was so wet he had no difficulty driving it deep into her pussy on his first thrust. She gasped, exhaled, and then gripped the edge of the bed to keep in place. She had seen this show before and knew what was coming next. Roger started his thrusts, each one seemingly faster and harder than the last.
It wasn't long before Susan's body was trembling from sheer pleasure, as he drove her harder and farther up the bed with his thrusts. The wetness of her cunt emitted an arousing sloshing sound as his dick moved in and out. The scent of sex filled the room, a powerful aphrodisiac that seemed to fuel Roger's energy. Harder and faster, he kept burying his cock between her legs, his grunts being met by her moans. He knew there would be ample sex over the next week on their honeymoon, so he felt no obligation to make this encounter anything more than the basic fucking it was turning out to be.
He continued his thrusts, his abs tightening and sweat beading across his chest. He looked at Susan's chest, her breasts bounding up and down as her body followed his. His right hand clamped on top of her shoulder, wanting to pull her down to create even more force as he drove his dick deep inside her. His left hand reached her chest and fondled wildly at her breasts.
The pace hadn't let up. His legs were feeling fatigue, his lower back getting tight from the exertion. He could tell from experience that Susan was reaching her climax; he wanted to cum inside her at the same time. He closed his eyes, and like an athlete looking for that last bit of energy to finish off a big play, he moved his hips even faster.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed, followed by a piercing scream as her orgasm coursed through her body. Every muscle in her body tensed, including around his cock. He could feel the tightness of her pussy increase, which along with her reaction to her orgasm was just enough to push him over the edge. He grabbed her hips, lifted her slightly off the mattress, and pulled her in as he shoved his dick deep one last time. It felt like he had a firehose attached dumping all of his cum inside her pussy. He collapsed on top of her.
That was sex, in a nutshell, for Roger and Susan. They were compatible, they had sex often, and they generally had wonderful orgasms. Susan seemed to be perfectly fulfilled with their level of intimacy. They both stayed in great shape, Susan even after having two kids. Their family seemed perfect. And maybe it was.
But Roger couldn't escape the feeling that there was something more. He knew he shouldn't complain. He had a beautiful wife who often seemed to match his libido, and he had buddies who would've killed for that. But while Susan loved sex, and rarely denied him, there were certain things that he wanted to try but she refused.
