Dear Readers,
Every time I get a new reader, I am inspired anew. I just realized all the time that has gone by since the last story. A lot of physical changes with my health, and somewhere along the way I lost the ability to type, making it very difficult to share any work with you all. I'm so happy to have regained the ability to type it is the way that I communicate with the world around me and create a humble attempt at art that I am so glad to see you all still enjoying. As you have requested, I'm bringing these two home, it is more than time, some ends to tie up and ideas for conclusion in the works.
Thanks for staying Tuned,
Mich80new
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Because she'd been sitting, she hadn't been able to get all of husband's jizz out of her pussy but that was delightful for Lynne as she felt his come leaking out down her thigh as she stood up in the theater. She could tell she hadn't gotten it all because she hadn't been standing upright. This often happened to her at home if she tried to push out his come when she was sitting or laying down. Normally around the house it just ran on her cotton panties or her sweatpants.
In the theater she was pantiless, she'd taken off her panties so they could fuck so the cum drizzled brazenly down her thighs.
She felt so naughty as she squirmed and he threw away their empty soda and popcorn box.
"Sure you don't want to go to the bathroom," he inquired protectively.
She knew why he kept asking. He knew he'd ejaculated in her pussy in public and figured she probably wanted to deal with the mess because it was uncomfortable.
"No, not a long drive back home. I couldn't get it all because I was sitting down, And I can feel the rest of it running down my thigh, now that I'm standing up," she whispered her tongue in his ear.
"You're a nasty little wife, and I love it," he grunted slapping her ass.
"I learned from the best," she murmured.
She felt incredibly naughty walking through the theater exit with no panties on, glad that she wore a long skirt to somewhat hide the evidence as his jizz dribbled lusciously down her inner thighs.
She wanted him to fuck her again when they got home where they could be loud and he could bathe his cock again in the steamy love juices he left in her.
She knew they were filthy together, freaks of a feather and she loved it!
She felt like he was thinking of the same thing as he drove up the long winding road that led back to the cottage.
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It was completely dark out now, and Leif shut off the car, and lifted her out of the car, carrying her over the threshold.
He held her soft body close to his own, his cock hardening again at the memory, saucy little vixen wanting to live out her sexual fantasies to make out in the movie theater which actually led to very public sex.
"Hmm, you let my come run down your legs all the way home, didn't you doll," he panted, standing her on her feet right in the foyer.
"Yeah...I did. It was heavenly. Reminded me that you had me and took me like your naughty little sweetheart and did what you wanted," groaned Lynne squirming on her feet he could see her silhouette in the moonlight.
The talking about the acts they did aroused her as much as it aroused him. Soul mates, sensual and otherwise.
"And you folded up your panties and put them in your skirt pocket like my dirty little girl didn't you," he grunted snatching the panties out of her pocket and giving them a sniff.
He couldn't sniff them in the theater, that would have been too obvious but now that they were alone he sniffed them, because they were loaded with her delicious pheromones.
He couldn't help moaning at the sweet, sticky scent, like the musky sugar cookies. Nothing smelled like his little wife.
"I sure did, because I wanted you to treat me like your dirty little girl. I like to be your dirty little wife, the dirtiest," said Lynne giggling.
"I'm gonna give you the opportunity to show me how dirty you really are," panted Leif.
He turned on the light in the foyer.
"Let me see my come all over your tight, tight pussy. I know I shot a big load up there, I want to see how messy you let me make you," he groaned grabbing for the hem of her skirt.
He couldn't help grabbing at his tiny wife and the cute little feminine skirt as though she was a toy.
Lynne giggled and squealed as he pulled at the hem of her skirt, then said saucily.
"You can't see in the dark, silly," flicking on the light in the foyer.
She lifted her skirt as though she was curtseying, letting him see her inner thighs and her sandy brown colored bush coated with gobs of his sticky come.
His cock thickened in his jeans.
"Damn that's a lot of come! And that's even after you pushed some of it out on the napkin," he grunted.
Seeing his ejaculate painted all over his wife's tender pussy, marking the creature he loved the most with the markings of his desire and pleasure aroused his cock so much that it ached.
He instantly knew that he needed to push himself deeply inside his wife and feel the ecstasy of getting his cock slippery with the ecstasy he'd left inside of her in the theater.
"Well I didn't do that good of a job pushing it out to be honest. I wanted it dripping down my thighs, wanted it to remind me you'd fucked me in the theater," she panted close to his mouth.
"Sweetie," he panted over her lips, forcing his tongue inside her warm lips and groaning with pleasure as her tiny tongue thrashed rapidly in his own mouth.
His lips mated with hers angrily, roughly, the kiss loud and sloppy with sensations denied in the theater. He'd been unable to groan when he'd taken his kinky little wife in his lap, unable to grunt with pleasure as he'd plowed inside her and his come coursed between her naked thighs covered in the denim of her skirt.
So he punished her mouth with the hot hungry kisses he'd wanted earlier when he was afraid of them getting caught by the usher.
And Lynne yipped with pleasure at his conquest, her fingernails gripping into his chest.
"Please fill me with more of your come baby," she panted between his mauls of her mouth.
