Author's note: This is the final chapter I have planned for this series. If people are interested in this story continuing, kindly let me know in the comments. In response to the many vociferous comments on the first two chapters, I'm filing this as the "Fetish" story. Why there would be a "Loving Wives" category that doesn't have room for cuckold stories is beyond me, but here we are. Thank you for reading.
Taking one of Beth's hands, I rise to my feet. I unknot the towel and let it fall the floor. The bottom of my cock presses against her stomach as we bring our lips together for our first kiss. I inhale deeply of her scent, which is not marred at all by the lingering smell of chlorine. Our tongues entwine like vines along a chain-link fence. Her hands roam my back as I untie the neck of her bikini top and push it, grabbing the bottoms along the way, past her hips. Her practiced shimmy does the rest, and the suit lands around her feet.
We push our naked bodies together, the sensation of her breasts against my chest inducing an almost drug-like high as lust courses through my veins. I rock my hips, rubbing my cock on her stomach, and she returns that pressure with more of her own, grinding her mound into my thigh. Her hands wrap up around my shoulders, while mine follow the curve of her back to the natural terminus of her ass cheeks. As our tongues continue their serpentine mating ritual, I grab two perfect handfuls of ass and knead them, spread them, let my fingers graze dangerously close to her holes. She groans into me.
After several moments, I pull away and look into her beautiful eyes. I imagine that my own face is mirroring the expression I see on hers: excitement and a thrilling kind of shock about the immediate and obvious depth of our sexual connection. There is no future or past, instead an ecstatic being-here, a cocoon of passion.
As I lay her down on the couch, I see Dustin, whom I'd entirely forgotten about. He's rubbing his small erection through his khakis with the heel of his right hand. Unwilling to expend any more energy considering him, I turn back to Beth and dive between her legs.
Her pussy is shaved but for a narrow fan of trimmed hair, like the crest of an exotic bird. I nuzzle that patch as my tongue cascades down the front of her lips in a wall of soft warmth. She moans and digs her hands into my hair while I tongue her cunt. Neither frantic nor overly deliberate, I explore every fold, basking in the totality of her Bethness. Interspersed at natural but irregular intervals, I break to kiss or suck at the area around her clit.
She writhes against the couch, grinding her pussy into my face. I feel her wetness spread across my cheeks, my nose, my chin, and I relish the overpowering, intoxicating scent. Her moan is constant now, broken up by barely intelligible utterances of "fuck" or "oh god." Soon I feel her movements take on a more consistent rhythm, and I maintain that moment's combination of licking and nuzzling. I reach up to grab her breasts, encircling the flesh, feeling the taut prong of her nipples against my palms. She builds up against my face until her orgasm crests like the breach of a whale, sudden and magnificent and hinting at unseen, unknowable power.
As her body starts to loosen, I slow my stimulation from a deluge to a steady current and ultimately a trickle. When she spasms after my tongue gets too close to her sensitive clit, I kiss the inside of her leg and disengage. I lean back and watch her open her eyes and exhale, her smile wide, exhausted, smirking.
After another deep breath, she says, "I need you inside me."
In an instant I'm sitting on the couch. Beth is in my lap, her arms wrapped around my torso, her lips on mine. I guide my cock into her cunt; I feel its hardness like a clenched fist inside her as she slowly settles down on my length. She grunts under her breath as she stretches to the unaccustomed width and her natural lubrication works its way around my shaft. The look on her face is amazing. Her eyes close in concentration and her breath quickens.
"Oh my god," she pants. "Holy god, that's big. Holy shit."
"I know," I say, stroking her hair supportively. "Take it slow."
Eventually, she's able to sink almost to the base of my cock and she lets out a loud wordless moan, the vowel sounds twisting in her mouth over the course of the long, slow exhale. She wraps her legs around my body, pulling herself as close as possible, just sitting there with my cock fully inside her.
"Let me just be like this for a moment," she whispers into my ear. "Just feeling you."
