"Not manly men in flowery robes? Well, how about hot?"
Hank blushed, "I'm nothing special."
She couldn't help but laugh. Amy stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pushed up on her toes and kissed him.
Hank held out his hand and Amy took it. They walked into the house and up to the bedroom. He laid her down and kissed her mouth, her neck, and her breasts. He trailed down her belly to between her legs, where he feasted on her until her breaths came in gasps and her groans became sighs. Amy rolled over and Hank put a pillow under her belly. He licked every crevice and curve of her ass. Then he held her legs together with his as he slid his cock deep into her pussy. She raised her body up, her heavy breasts slapping against her chest with each thrust. Amy threw her head back so he could suck and nuzzle her neck. The friction of the sheets against her pussy caused her to come again. Her cumming caused Hank to come as well, filling her up. When it was over, Amy curled up against him and they dozed.
When they awoke it was more of the same, dozing and making love at internals. Once they got up and took a shower and shared a chilled glass of wine and some cold chicken. A little while later Hank was awakened by Amy kissing his hardening cock. When she caught him watching her, she had them shift places, and with her on the bottom and him on top, she poured some baby oil between her breasts. Holding her breasts together, Amy had him slip his cock in between and fuck her. When he came, he shot his cum into her waiting mouth.
In the middle of the night Amy awoke to see Hank standing at the window, looking at the neighbors and the lights in the distance. She went to the window and kissed him. Hank kissed her then turned her around, bending her against the window frame. She braced herself on either side as he rubbed her asshole with oil. It felt cold compared to the heat of his cock. Before her neighbors, he eased into her ass. In and out, until she cried out, "Hank, fuck me. Fuck my ass!"
They went back to the bed and cleansed each other with soft, soapy cloths and kisses until they slept again.
As the sun rose she felt his tongue on her, licking, nibbling, and she moved herself until she was on top of him, his cock against her lips. From there she traced the soft side of his underbelly, the flatness between his asshole and his balls. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked and pulled until his breath heightened. She glided her tongue along the vein on his cock until her lips reached the velvety crown. She dipped the point of tongue into the tiny hole before she raised her head and took him fully down her throat. Up and down, up and down, up and down until Hank buried his tongue deep within her pussy. Her pussy seemed to burst with pleasure as she came. Moments later Hank flooded her mouth. She swallowed, and then twisted around to kiss him. Her taste in his mouth, his in hers.
He held her face in his hands and whispered, "I love you. I always have and always will." Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her close. Amy snuggled against his chest.
It was a long drive to the airport and it gave him time to think about this week. He had decided that the only sane thing to do was to marry Amy. He couldn't live without her. She was his everything. But there was something that wasn't quite right. He couldn't put his finger on it. It was like there was some piece that she wasn't telling him. Again he didn't know what it was.
And there was Brianna. He had genuine feelings for her which surprised him. It seemed the closer he drew to Amy the closer he felt towards Brianna. Was it a fear of commitment? Did he need to have another in case one didn't work out? Hank had organized his life into neat compartments since college, people too. Now Amy and Brianna didn't fit in any and it bothered him.
