CHAPTER 42

Sara smiled and I realized then that her smiles made my life worthwhile. Then she made it even better when she told me, "You're so smart. No wonder I love you so much."

I squeezed the tube so I had an inch of slippery gel on the fingers of my left hand. Sara sighed as I began to rub the gel into her puckered star. A minute later I pressed one finger slowly into her hole. I added some more lube and a few minutes later I pushed another finger home. Soon I had three fingers in her and I was watching her face for any signs of pain or discomfort. I was sure now that Sara had been practicing, maybe even more than she had told me. I quickly rubbed some KY into my cock and swapped cock for fingers in less than a second.

Once I had wiped my hands and fingers on the towel I leaned forward, placing Sara's legs over my shoulders. The expression on Sara's face when she saw both of my hands was incredible—almost as incredible as the sensations her powerful anus was giving my throbbing organ. While Sara's pussy was tight from the entrance all the way to her cervix, her sphincter was like a small elastic washer that I forced my cock through on each and every thrust. Pushing and pulling through it seemed impossible and it would have been if not for the ultra-slippery KY.

While Sara was taking care of me it appeared that I was doing as well for her. I could tell by her constant moaning and her rapid shallow breathing that she was swiftly approaching the mother of all orgasms. Her body had begun to thrash wildly, her arms battering the pillows. Knowing that I wasn't going to last very long despite my recent orgasm into her throat, I reached down to pinch and twist Sara's clit. I knew she was about to explode when she reached up to pull my lips down to hers. We came together at the instant that our lips met, Sara's body totally out of control, so powerful were the spasms that caused the length of her body. Again, hot sperm-laden semen erupted from my dick. Our orgasms lasted maybe thirty seconds until Sara sagged back into the bed and I collapsed onto her body.

We lay there for about half an hour, recovering slowly, until Sara ran her fingers through my hair, whispering, "We are definitely doing that again. You've given me some fantastic orgasms, but nothing like that. My butt began tingling with your first finger and it never stopped. It got stronger and stronger and when you grabbed my clit the tingling spread through my entire body. Dear God, it went on and on and on. I hope you don't mind if we wait until tomorrow to make love again. I don't think I could handle anything more just now." My response was to pull her sweet lips to mine again and suggest that we take a short nap. I rolled off her and pulled her onto the left side of my body. We fell into a deep sweet sleep almost immediately.

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Night comes early in New York in December so we weren't at all surprised to find that the sun had set by the time we awoke about an hour later. We were refreshed, but were still somewhat drained when I led Sara to the shower. Her legs and butt were sticky with the dried lubricant and my abdomen wasn't much better. My semen was trapped within her bowel until her next movement.

Our shower was more businesslike, but not all business, this time around. It was almost 7:30 by the time we were dressed so I drove us down to the village to the local sub shop. I knew the owner, thanks to Daisy. I've never been great in the kitchen and I've never had much interest in cooking just for me. As a result I'd eaten there two or three times a week between Daisy's driving adventure and when I had been rescued by Sara and Cara.

Joe, the owner, greeted me when we strode through the door. "Hi John; haven't seen you around much recently. Who's the pretty lady?"

"This is my wife, Sara. We were just married this morning. Sara, meet Joe Fazio—the owner of this fine establishment. I suggest the Rebel Rouser. It's my favorite, by far." I pointed to the sign on the wall that listed the ingredients for all of the sandwiches. She smiled and nodded. "Make it two, Joe, and two Cokes, please."

He came to the table a few minutes later with two jumbo Cokes. "I can't believe you're having your wedding dinner here in the sandwich shop."

"Well, we did have a late lunch catered by Peter Luger—two-pound lobsters, baked potato and fresh corn…lettuce wedge with bleu cheese dressing. I think we still have some of the jumbo shrimp and lobster cocktail leftover from the appetizers, but that was hours ago so we're happy to be here now."

"Well, I'm glad. I always enjoy seeing you. Some of my customers," he paused to make sure that nobody was listening, "are a real pain. I'm sure you know what I mean." Sara and I laughed while Joe returned behind the counter. The Rebel Rouser was a hot sandwich with turkey breast, Virginia ham, provolone cheese, and bacon strips placed open in an oven until the cheese had melted and the foot-long roll was toasted. Then the sandwich was folded over and sliced. Joe brought them to us about five minutes later.

Sara and I ate in relative silence, but we didn't have to speak to make our feelings for each other known. I could see Sara's love in her eyes and I was sure that she could see my love for her in mine. "I like the sandwich, John. It's really good."

"I'm glad. That means we can come back and do it again. That'll make Joe happy, too. He's a nice guy in a tough business and I know he has a family to support. I got to know him quite well in my PD-PS period. I continued when Sara's face showed her confusion. "Post Daisy…PreSara." She laughed at my lame attempt at humor. We left at 8:30 and were back in bed thirty minutes later, not to make love—we did that Sunday morning—but to sleep.

Dad drove Rob and Allison back to us around nine then we went out for brunch at the Yacht Club before I drove them back to the airport for their flight to Boston. There were hugs, kisses, and a hearty handshake between Rob and me before they walked into the TSA area. We waved once they were cleared before they had to turn and walk to the gate. Best of all—they agreed to return during Christmas week when their universities would be closed for intercession.