"Yes, yes ... oh God," she screamed.
I smiled as I heard her grab on to the headboard in sheer ecstasy. Her body writhed wildly and I had to be careful not to get kneed in the face as my tongue darted in and out of her slit then slithered up and down the folds of her magnificent pussy. I surrounded her stiff little clitoral button with my lips and ever-so-lightly nipped at it with my teeth, causing her to fill our bedroom with shrill screams of pleasure.
I don't think there was any limit to the number of orgasms I could give her with my talented, oral manipulations. At least I never found one. I had been going strong for almost an hour; she was on her fourth or fifth climax, maybe it was her sixth, I'd lost count. All I knew for sure was my tongue was getting tired and I had yet to get off. It was time to slip inside this passionate creature. I lifted myself and moved into position.
With pure, animalistic lust, Britney released her grip from above her head and reached down to guide my rock hard love tool into the soft, wet confines of her vaginal walls. Every thrust produced sounds of rapture emanating from my loving wife. After a little while, I knew she was on the edge yet again, but this time so was I. With a final push my entire body tightened as we both came together in orgasmic bliss. For a brief moment I'd sworn that the world ceased to exist for anyone but my Britney and me.
As we lay in each other's arms, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern, I thought back to when I was a teenager and how I thought sticking my tongue into a girls snatch was gross. Thank goodness for Stan, my older brother, and the lectured he gave me, decreeing just how stupid that kind of thinking was. Had it not been for him, I doubted I would be lying next to my loving bride.
I met Britney in college when a friend of mine pointed her out to me in the book store. He said he'd never seen anyone who enjoyed being eaten like she did. He was sure she preferred it to intercourse.
You can imagine how my ears perked up. Since that talk with my brother, I practiced every chance I got and considered myself an aficionado in the art of cunnilingus.
It took three dates before I was invited to demonstrate my expertise; it was well worth the wait ... for both of us. My buddy was right; she enjoyed it like no one I'd ever known. From that night on, neither of us dated anyone else. We were perfect for one another, not only in the bedroom but in our everyday likes and dislikes as well. We fell in love and were married the year after graduation.
Four years later here we were, exhausted after enjoying one another with the same intensity we had on that first night. I smiled to myself and pulled her tighter into my body as we slipped into dreamland.
After experiencing the fifth worst winter in its history, the entire Midwest was looking forward to spring. Britney and I were certainly no exceptions. She couldn't wait to starting working on her famous tan and I was anxious to get out to the course and hit that little white ball around. Unfortunately, it was only the first Saturday of April and neither was possible yet. The temperature was still in the forties and half the streets were flooded from the melting snow.
After breakfast, Brit and I decided, since we couldn't do much else, it was a good time to clean the garage. It was late in the afternoon and we were both getting tired when Bruce, my best friend, neighbor, and golf partner popped in with a six-pack.
"Hey you guys, I saw you out here working hard and thought it was time for a break," he said handing Britney and I a bottle.
We both thanked him and agreed. We went into the kitchen and sat at the table for a well-deserved rest and some conversation. Bruce started it.
"You guys aren't the only ones getting a jump on spring cleaning. I saw Dottie doing the same thing over at her place this morning."
"No kidding," Britney remarked, "how's she doing?"
"Okay, I guess. She did say she still missed Bill a lot."
"Oh of course; hell, they spent half a century together. I'm sure she'll miss him until she joins him," said Britney.
"What was she doing at the house?" I asked. "Is she moving back in?"
"No, she was getting it ready for the new tenants. She's got it rented out again."
"Oh no, she doesn't; to who this time?" I asked.
"I don't know. All she said was that they were a young couple."
"God, I hope they're not like that last jackass she rented to," Britney interjected.
"Yeah," responded Bruce, "those fricken dogs of his kept me up half the night, all the time."
"You're not the only one, they kept the whole damn neighborhood up," I said with a slight tinge of anger as I remembered back a few months.
We lived in a nice quiet area of Arlington Hills, about fifteen miles northwest of Chicago. Britney's dad gave us the money for the down payment on our house as a wedding gift. It didn't take long for us to make friends and we've been very happy since the day we moved in.
The one fly in the ointment was the Tolliver house. Bill and Dottie Tolliver had the smallest house around for blocks. It was only a two bedroom with one dinky bathroom, barely what you'd call a starter home, but they were an older couple, their kids were all off on their own, so it was fine for them.
Well, much to everyone's shock, one day Bill fell over in his front yard with a massive heart attack. They were a nice couple and the whole neighborhood was praying he'd make it but it was not to be. Dottie didn't want to live there alone so she moved in with her daughter and son-in-law and put the house up for sale. The problem was nobody wanted a place that small, so after it had been on the market for a year without so much as a nibble, she started to rent it out.
Her first tenant was a young woman, not bad looking but a little stand-off-ish. She was only there a few months when she decided she didn't like our winters and moved back south to somewhere in Tennessee.
Next came the asshole. His name was Bobby, not Bob, Bobby. He had two dogs that he kept in the back yard and they did nothing but bark and howl all night long. He also had two or three girlfriends and a host of drinking buddies that would come and go until the wee hours of the morning. He didn't even try to fit in around here and I don't think anyone in the neighborhood liked him. He finally moved out just before winter and the place had been standing empty since then; until now, apparently.
"Did she say if they were from around here?" asked Brit.
"Nope, she was just finishing up by the time we talked. She looked like she was anxious to get going so I didn't want to hold her up."
"When are they supposed to move in? Did she say?" Britney asked.
"No," Bruce answered, "but the way she talked I'm sure it'll be soon."
Just then we heard a knock at the front door and Bruce's wife, Cathy, poked her head in. "Anybody home?"
"Yeah," Britney yelled, "we're in the kitchen."
With the rotten weather we'd been having we hadn't seen each other for a little while so there was more than enough gossip to catch up on and before we knew it, it was time for dinner. I ordered a pizza and it was well into the night by the time they left.
Two weeks later I was coming home from work on a Friday night and looking forward to the first warm weekend in a long time. I worked as an account rep, for a fastener company. We made specialty screws, nuts, and bolts to the customer's specifications. I had the largest territory in the company and there was always some crisis popping up here or there; it was the nature of the business. There were days I felt like pulling my hair out but the job paid well and it looked like there was a future to be made there so every day I gave it my best.
As I passed by the Tolliver house I saw a U-haul truck in the drive. Well, I thought, I guess we're about to meet our new neighbors.
Britney worked in the office of an insurance company and got off at four so she was already home and greeted me with her usual hug and kiss. We didn't have any particular schedule for making love but Friday nights were always a given. I could tell by the tongue action she gave me that Britney was looking forward to it as much as I was.
I followed her into the kitchen to help with dinner and my eyes instantly fixed on what was sitting in the middle of the table.
"Mmmmm, pineapple upside down cake; what's the occasion?"
"No occasion," she said pulling something out of the fridge. "Business was slow so I got off of work a little early today and thought I'd use the time to do something nice for my man. Besides, you're going to need the sugar rush for tonight."
I looked over and she had this mischievous little grin on her face. I've seen that look many times before and knew I was in for one hell of a night.
"I'll get started on the potatoes if you want to chop up the stuff for the salad," she said.
"Deal," I replied. I figured the faster we ate the faster we could get down to business. "Did you see the U-haul over at Dottie's place?"
"Yes, I did. We should probably go over there tomorrow and welcome them to the neighborhood, maybe bring them a bottle of wine or something."
"I suppose. I didn't see any dogs running around the yard, did you?"
She chuckled. "No, no dogs, all I saw was the truck."
"Yeah, me too; we still have a bottle of that blackberry wine down stairs, we'll take that. I haven't found anyone yet that doesn't like that stuff."
"Yeah, that'll be fine, honey."
"Maybe Bruce and Cathy would like to come along."
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