In Sicness and in Health

"Mmm dear god yes! Yes!" Cried Prisca, her hands tangled in Stuarts thinning black hair pushing his face into her dripping pussy. "Stu! Ayeee!"

Stuart smiled at his wife's obvious delight, taking pride in the fact she was still vocal after more than 19 years of marriage and redoubled his efforts; suckling on her engorged clit and humming tunelessly knowing the vibrations would make her lose the shreds of self control she had left.

"Jees-ahhhh!" She squealed, clamping her thighs around her attentive husbands head and smashing her pussy onto his face with wild abandon, before going completely stiff as her body reached its peak, and shaking slightly as her body flopped back onto the mattress.

"Oxygen is good you know." He joked with her, panting slightly.

"Sorry Hun," She replied bashfully, mildly embarrassed at the power of her lust and its control over her, "I hope I didn't hurt you." She paused for a second and then, in a worried tone asked "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to"

Stuart laughed as he crawled up the bed to embrace her, "I think you've given me a fat lip, but don't worry yourself about it."

"Hun I'm so sorry, it was..."

"...just too damn good" He finished her sentence for her, and felt her face heat against his chest.

Careful not to tug on his wiry chest hair, Prisca drew his nipple to her lips and sucked until it stiffened in her mouth then kissed her way down his hairy belly till she was just above his pubic bone. Instead of going lower, she wanted to tease him, nibbling along the bottom of his belly. For 52 years of age he wasn't in horrible shape but fell easily into the "huggable" category. Exercise and Stuart had never been friends, but she could still feel the muscle under his padding, possibly owing to the mechanical work he did as a hobby.

"Kissing my keg again are you?" he teased, earning himself a playful swat on the chest. Stuart reached down and stroked her short hair, encouraging her to continue. He was actually quite flattered at the attention she lavished on him. He joked often to his mates that they were beauty and the beast, him with the body of a shaggy bear and her, just an ordinary 37 year old woman, who he saw as the embodiment of lush natural beauty.

Prisca nibbled her way down his hips, along the edge of his pubic area to the top of his legs. She nuzzled his perineum, the soft area under his balls, for a few moments before turning her attention to his inner thighs. Kissing and nibbling down to his knees then moving back up again. This time on the way up she flicked her tongue across his balls, before moving away.

"Tease" he groaned. Prisca played with him this way for a while longer, before swiftly engulfing his semi-hard cock in her hot mouth, eliciting a surprised "Ahhum" from the only man she had ever tasted.

She flushed with pleasure and continued her ministrations, alternating between sucking firmly and licking up the underside of his shaft. She bought one hand up to cup his balls, rolling them with her fingers. A small noise made in the back of her throat encouraged him to let her know if this is what he needed.

"Yes beautiful, don't stop" He whispered in response. Unlike Prisca, he was a quiet lover; vary rarely calling out and often forgetting that she couldn't instinctively know what his mood was. She often told him, "If you want it rough let me know, or if you're in a gentle mood, tell me." Then she'd whisper in his ear, "Your pleasure is the fulfilment of my fantasy".

She felt his member stiffening in her mouth and her own arousal responded, rising another notch. Her pussy ached for him, and he could feel the heat coming off it as she straddled his leg, not for a moment lifting her mouth from his delicious cock. Prisca could feel an intense pressure inside her chest, the love for him she held there was almost painful and she wanted nothing less than to use her body to the full extent of her considerable abilities to show him just how much he was to her.

Stuart bent his leg up a little, pressing lightly into her wetness.

"Mmm Hmm" she moaned, rocking her hips in rhythm with her long sensual movements over his cock. Sliding downwards she cradled him on her tongue, and as she drew backwards, she sucked harder stretching him upwards just enough to be on the edge of pain.

His breathing started coming heavier, and Stuart gasped "Beautiful... Please... I'm going to cum... Gahhh... Stop!"

"You're sure?" She asked playfully, stroking him with one hand, her face inches away from his crotch.

"I want to cum inside you" He said between shaky breaths. "I want to feel your burning pussy milk my cock"

Taking just the very top of his cock in her mouth she gave it one last hard suck before agreeing. "Want me to kneel for you?" She asked, letting him up.

"What are you waiting for?" was his reply as he moved into position behind her, stroking himself while he drank in the sight of her perfect arse on display, gleaming white in the darkness. "Tell me what you want" he teased rubbing pre-cum into her curvy rump.

"I want you to join with me and fill me up with your cum" She smiled over her shoulder at him "I want your flesh as my flesh"

He drove balls deep into her in one swift stroke causing her to cry out from the pain of being stretched suddenly. He knew she loved that moment, that it ignited something within her, she had once told him that it reminded her of their wedding night when she had given him the most valuable gift she had: her sweet virginity.

Prisca pressed back, making small circular motions with her hips.

"You might want to hold on" Stuart remarked, pressing lightly on the centre of her back until she pressed her chest to the mattress. "Ahh that's better... Oh!" He exclaimed as her slim fingers wrapped around his balls.

They moved together as though they were dancing to a beat only they could hear; filling the room with the strong sent of their love-making.

Muffled moans escaped Prisca as she climbed towards another orgasm. "Will you cum with me?" she asked, moving a hand underneath herself to pinch her clit.

"Yes beautiful." Stuart dug his fingers into Prisca's hips pulling her back roughly and slamming her onto his cock, but something didn't seem quite right to her. "Mmm. I don't know how long I can... mmmph... hold on for..."

He continued to thrust into her, each stroke punctuated with the sound of their skin slapping together, but she could barely feel her husband inside her despite the fact he wasn't a small man. Frantically she rubbed her clit trying to keep his pace, ready to cum as he did, but all too soon she realised it wasn't working.

Prisca wasn't getting stimulation anymore, rapidly dropping her away from the peaks of passion, but if Stuart noticed a problem he wasn't saying so.

Suddenly one of Stuart's knees slipped to the side and he swore. He flopped down violently onto his back and started rubbing his inside thigh. Prisca noticed that she didn't feel his member pull out from her body at all when he moved away, but instead of mentioning it she asked what was wrong, curling up beside him.

"Oh I'm sorry Beautiful, I've strained the muscle on my inside leg." He replied, sounding more sad than in pain. "We can snuggle for a little while; give each other a bit of a rub. I'm not finished with you tonight"

Relief washed over her at his last words as she was still extremely aroused and more than a little confused at his behaviour. She rubbed her man's thigh, trying to soothe the muscle, occasionally brushing against his balls to show him she was still very interested, but before long she heard the sound of faint snoring and rolled away.

For hours she lay in the dark, guilty and confused. Little did she realise this was the first in a long string of incidents that would test the very bonds that held her marriage together.