Bill Kelkenny tongue-kissed his wife slowly and deeply as he gently pumped his cock between her legs. Susan Kelkenny wrapped her long legs around his waist tighter and returned his loving kisses.
Their sex sessions, despite often being in the missionary position, were curiously gratifying. After 24 years of an altogether happy and easy marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Kelkenny were still mutually attracted to one another and had sex regularly.
Bill massaged his wife's large round breasts as he felt her reaching her peak. He expertly penetrated her pussy, like he had done so many times before, and had no trouble leading her to an explosive climax. Susan let out a long string of sexy moaning, which automatically escalated Bill's excitement. Hot cum began flowing from Bill's cock into his wife's cunt. Bill sternly pressed the head of his dick as far into her snatch as he could. He halfway collapsed on top of Susan and tried to catch his breath. Bill couldn't deny that he still loved fucking his wife, even after all this time.
Several minutes later, Susan slowly maneuvered out from under her spent husband. She leaned over him and gave his lips a tender kiss. "I wish we could stay in bed all day," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck.
"Me too, honey." Bill replied genuinely. He felt so good in that fleeting moment. With his wife by his side, he felt content. "Tonight, let's start planning a vacation for us. We haven't gone anywhere in a while."
"Agreed. It's a date." Susan smiled at him before slipping off their bed and heading for the shower. Bill watched his wife's sexy body disappear into the master bathroom. Moments later, he heard the water turn on in the bath.
Susan was a stunning woman really. She was tall, with a nice ass, and long slender legs. Yoga and jogging kept her in good shape. She had a very pretty face framed by soft auburn hair that fell past her shoulders. Bill still felt the same attraction to her as he had when they first married. More importantly, Bill knew Susan was a good person and she proved to be a perfect wife. That's why Bill knew he would never leave her, no matter how many young gorgeous girls he stripped naked in his office.
"I'm an idiot," Bill quietly muttered half to himself, half to his sleeping shepherd mix. The dog, who had ignored his masters' entire fucking session, raised his head and stared blankly at Bill. "I have a sickness, Ranger. I really do." Ranger gave out a small whine in response, then went back to sleeping.
When Bill first started fucking around behind his wife's back, he would feel overwhelmingly remorseful and would abstain for a few months before relapsing. After many years of infidelity and never getting caught, he now only occasionally felt guilty. This was one of those times.