Woes of a Younger Wife

Looking at her maid's retreating figure, Katherine smiled as she felt an arm coil around her waist and pulling her backwards against Nathaniel's hard body.

"That could have been your last chance", he murmured, and lightly brushed his lips against her pulse only to feel it speed up as her skin turned warmer.

With a dazzling smile, Katherine turned around. "There is only one chance I want."

"Then, Ladies first", Nathaniel returned with a rather serious gaze and held the tent flap open. He was at the end of his line. Either he would get her today or go crazy with longing. And with the way Katherine brushed him by when she crouched down, she was more than happy to be eaten thoroughly.

As soon as the flap of the tent closed, the two bodies inside latched onto each other. Nathaniel was on top, pressing his wife into the pillows. His self-control only sufficed for one small peck, then he devoured her mouth hungrily. His hands reached under her neck to unravel the laces of her dress, while hers just ripped his shirt open.

There was no time for words or difficult thoughts, only the craving to finally - finally! - turn into one and forget everything else.

"Hurry", Katherine begged in a pant when their lips parted for a second. "Please!"

Then her mouth was captured again, and Nathaniel gave up his struggle with the laces. In one fluid motion, he pulled her up, ripped open the back of her dress and freed her of it completely.

Feeling her naked, silky skin on his chest, he groaned and sat back with her on his lap, his face buried in her neck, hands exploring the softness of her back all the way down to her butt in white underwear. She struggled to free him of his shirt as well, until he threw the rags off with a shrug and a pull.

For a few moments, they just induced in feeling each other, finally skin-to-skin, as a slight glow lit up the tent. Their kiss went slow, savoring the moment, smelling and tasting. Then, as the pressure on Nathaniel's lap grew, the drive returned.

Hastily, they took off their shoes, then Katherine curved backwards, but the arm around her waist wouldn't let her return to the pillows. Looking up, she saw him bend over her breasts, his tongue slowly licking a hard tip, before sucking it in.

"Oh", Katherine moaned, her hips moving instinctively against his, "Oh my..."

This was so much better than through the fabric. Her head turned empty, the places where he touched burning with need. His long-fingered hand wandered down her back onto her bottom and fondled it roughly. Another sigh escaped her lips.

With a quiet 'plop' he released her breast and turned to the other one, all the while encouraging her seductive movement against his rock-hard member. Her face, intoxicated with passion, made him want to eat her up completely, but he couldn't get enough of her delicious skin and tantalizing rhythm.

"I want - ", she demanded breathlessly, her hands reaching out to him. "Please!"

"Yes", he rasped out, eager for the same. They fell onto the thin matrass, and in no time at all, his trousers and both their underwear were tossed to the side carelessly.

Seeing his penis for the first time, Katherine trembled with anticipation and nervosity. She didn't know how big they normally were, but Nathaniel's seemed enormous, red and too thick to handle.

Biting her lip, she glanced up at his sweaty face above her. The jaw was sharp with tension, his nose breathing rapidly, the brows locked together like two white swords in battle, and his eyes - oh, these eyes. They were deep red, squinted, and laced with the desire for sex. There was no resemblance to the cold impassiveness of his facade. All his usual control was shattered, the needs below exposed. And what he needed, was obviously her. The final and total fusion of their bodies and souls.

As her lower muscles clenched in response, she instantly felt the same need. Overcoming her anxiety, she reached out her arms to him.

"Come. Take me."

These few words seemed to break through the last hesitation. Bending over her, his hips between her naked legs, he caught her head to pull her up for a kiss. And at the same time, their sexes met. It was more like a peck of his hot member against her soft flesh, but both of them groaned with pleasure.

The next advance was rasher, a bit deeper, then the whole tip went in as they trembled and sweated in each other's embrace. For a few seconds, Nathaniel stilled to enjoy the fluttering of her inner muscles around his hardness, the desperate fingernails digging into his back.

"This will... hurt a bit", he warned, as soon as he found the words to speak. His head was muddled, his consciousness barely holding him back from taking her relentlessly. Books and stories were far from the truth. Until now, none of them knew such pleasure existed.

He didn't wait for her answer. Unable to wait any longer, he only pulled back his hips to enter her once more. His hot and pulsing hardness broke though the barrier, and he buried himself deeply into her core.

They gasped for air. While her body instinctively struggled against his, he fought to stay still and endure. Her walls were milking him, pressing against his hard rod as if in desperate need of it. Half-crazy with lust, he kissed her cheeks, her brows and lips, muttering words without knowing what it was.

Finally, she reacted to him again, her mouth returning his kiss and body relaxing. It were her hands that found his hips and made them move again. Slowly first, but soon faster and faster until their mouths parted for air.

Panting, his length slid in and out of her tight sheath in ramming thrusts. Only her loud moans told him that she was fine. He had no control about his body at all. The feeling of her soft, wet cave was overwhelming. In front of his eyes, he saw black and white intervene, forming a deadly net of magic. Then her flesh clenched around him as she called out his name. "Nathaniel! Na-Nathaniel!"

The joy pushed him over the cliff together with her. Hugging her tightly against his chest, he spewed himself inside her shuddering body, all the while moving and prolonging the unspeakable pleasure. Each of his thrusts invoked a clench of her muscles, which caused a twitch and groan of his in return. Then again a thrust. A desperate moan. It was an endless circle of lust.

Sometime later, their bodies were too exhausted to continue, only twitching weakly. Nathaniel pressed his lips against her temple. Breathing in the scent of sweat and her intoxicating aroma, he sighed with satisfaction. "Thank you."

Without opening her eyes, Katherine's hand found the back of his head, fiddling with his sweaty hair. "When can we do that again?"

A proud and very manly laugh rolled out of his chest. With the stern control over his emotions removed, it sounded free and lighthearted. "Anytime, my dear. Anytime. I didn't see this thing of mine regenerate so quickly in all my life."

"Uh, yes, I can feel it again", Katherine confirmed with blushing cheeks. "It's growing so... rapidly."

There was another laugh, then the sorrowful moan of a woman. "Why did you take it out?"

"Even when you're eager, it's still your first time. It has to hurt down there, doesn't it? And this wasn't the ideal place from the start. We should wait a bit or I'll feel even more like a hoodlum..."

"See, see, I already healed it. Now can we go for another round?"

"Katherine..."

"What? Don't you want to? I think you're more of a hoodlum if you leave your wife hanging like this."

"The woes of having a younger wife..." Another deep laugh, soon followed by wet sounds and panting. This time, they united slower and even deeper than the first.

And this was not the last time this night that the poor husband was seduced. Another round started with Katherine waking up to the hardness pressing against her butt. Delighted, she showered it with irresistible pleasure.

In the end, just the last time before sunrise was Nathaniel's fault, as he couldn't resist fondling the boob that had somehow entered his grasp while asleep. Of course, Katherine reacted instantly to it.

Only when morning rose, did they notice that Nathaniel's magic had caused tremendous damage to the tent and surroundings, despite not leaving a sliver of darkness behind. Seeing the helpless guilt blinking in her husband's eyes, Katherine giggled, then commanded him to get them new clothes.