CHAPTER 41

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Sara pulled a hanger from my closet and hung up my new suit after helping me out of it. I did the best I could with her gown. I'm hardly an expert when it comes to women's clothing. Fact is, I don't know much about men either. My shirt and underwear went into the hamper, followed almost immediately by Sara's matching bra and panties and her stockings. I would have loved to have pulled Sara straight to the bed, but I knew I needed a shower. I didn't mind waiting. Showering with Sara was almost as much fun as making love with her and I knew that would happen soon enough.

We stood together under the hot spray kissing and touching and fondling each other. We'd been in there more than five minutes before Sara giggled and grabbed the soap. She hurriedly washed my torso and passed the soap to me while she ran her soapy hands over my cock and scrotum. Less than a minute later she declared that we were clean enough. We dried each other hurriedly and practically ran to the bed where Sara literally threw me down, climbing onto my body and speaking only when she had me pinned beneath her.

"Damn, John, but I missed you last night. I hope you don't mind if I take the top. I phoned my gynecologist yesterday and she said it would take at least a month before I became fertile again. She told me that missionary was best and that I should keep my legs in the air for at least twenty minutes afterwards to encourage the sperm to move in the right direction. Until then I want to ride you as much as possible. Is that okay? Oh, yeah—I'm also planning to swallow you several times, at least and then there's my special surprise."

"Like I'd ever complain about making love with you; any position you want works for me." I pulled her down for a long kiss. She pinned my cock between our bodies. I was totally distracted by the sensation of her sweet plump lips pressing into mine and her tongue dueling with mine so I barely noticed when she lifted her hips so I could enter her easily. Our lips were glued together as Sara began to move on me.

"I'm going to give you my special tonight, John. Actually, it's going to be two specials. First, my muscular pussy is going to milk all your precious fluids and once you've had a chance to rest a bit, you're going to get my virgin ass." She almost laughed at the expression on my face. "Isn't that what wedding nights are all about, Darling? Aren't I supposed to lose my virginity tonight?"

"You would have been spot on about fifty years ago, but I'm glad we didn't wait. You've brought me so much pleasure…so much joy. I love making love with you and I love being with you. Every second of every day is just wonderful."

"Maybe, but it's only the beginning. We have our entire lives to enjoy each other and I plan to enjoy you often—several times a day, if possible. Now, I want you to lie back and enjoy." She sat down on my cock so I was fully immersed in her sex. Then, without seeming to move, her muscles rippled up and down my organ. The sensation was incredible as her already tight pussy squeezed me even more. Her rhythm suddenly increased in speed and strength and I was a goner. My hips drove up more than a foot as my cock erupted forcefully five times, leaving me physically exhausted when it was done.

"How? How did you do?" I was so thoroughly drained that I could barely speak.

"Remember how I told you about my Kegel exercises? I've done them every day since I was twelve just for this moment and now that we're married I'll gladly do it for you often. Now I want you to rest while I tell you what I've been up to.

"I practiced anal with a big cucumber last night and again this morning. Also, I skipped breakfast so I could take a few enemas. I wanted to be really clean for you."

"Where was Cara while you were doing all that?"

Sara giggled before replying. "She was helping me, silly. She lubed me up and then helped me get the cucumber in. I have to tell you—I loved the feeling. My butt was tingling like crazy and I felt so full. Of course, a cucumber can't react to anything I do so I'm really looking forward to having the real thing—my real thing—in there fucking me wildly."

"Have I ever told you how incredible you are? What did I ever do to deserve a woman like you?"

"You were just yourself—you were honest, caring, and loving. I think you're the finest person I've ever met."

"No…that award goes to your sister. I don't know many women who would give up a chance at a millionaire for her sister."

"Maybe, but you're definitely the best man I've ever met. You're very easy to love and you're a great lover, too." She kissed me again and used her muscles to make me hard again as her hands found and caressed my balls. "When you're ready can we do it missionary? I read online that it's the best way." I nodded my agreement then kissed her again, doubting that I'd ever tire of her soft pliable lips. We remained like that for about twenty minutes—kissing, wrestling tongues, massaging my cock with her powerful vaginal walls and tenderly fondling my balls. Not surprisingly, I was more than ready.

I gingerly lifted Sara and placed her carefully onto the bed, moving two pillows under her hips. I reached into my night table for the KY lube I hadn't used since I'd learned of Daisy's treachery. I was just about to lube up Sara's butt when I had a thought. I backed off the bed and trotted to the bathroom, returning quickly with a large bath towel that I placed under Sara's back and butt and legs. She gave me a questioning look so I explained, "It can get a bit sloppy so I like to have something to wipe my hands on and this way we won't have to make the bed once we're done."