Chapter 20

I said, “Sunday?”

She smiled, shaking her head saying, “Nope.”

Looking at the calendar, I said, “Yes it is: look.”

Cherry slinked over to me and straddled my lap before saying, “Guess again,” before planting a kiss on my lips.

Teasing her further, I said, “HMMMM ... Must be my birthday!”

She replied, “NU-UHHH...” while shaking her head, the tip of her nose brushing mine from side to side.

I said, “It’s not your birthday or our anniversary, is it?”

Holding up her phone with the app opened up, she said, “I’ll give you one hint: I’m ovulating.”

I said, “OH! Now I know: today marks the day we can’t have sex for a while because you’ll get pregnant.”

Removing her top she said, “Wrong again—you lose!”

Cherry stood up and pulled my shorts and boxers off at the same time, leaving me bare-assed on the couch. I pulled my shirt off almost at the same time and by the time it hit the floor, she had her bra off and was straddling my lap again. She took my face in her hands and kissed me with more passion than ever before! My cock was more than prepared for action but was being held at bay by her yoga shorts and she refused to pick herself up even a little so I could slide them off of her.

Finally, I put my hands on her sides, just above her hips and bench pressed her into the air over me. Cherry screamed and squirmed in surprise and laughter as I set her on her feet and pulled her shorts and panties down before she could stop me again. Giggling, she reached down to her ankles, grabbed her shorts and tried to pull them back up her sexy legs. But before she could get them above her knees, I put my foot between her legs and stomped them back down to the floor.

She laughed uncontrollably again and tried to move my foot to get to her shorts, but I stood up and my weight kept them pinned to the floor. Then I grabbed her by the waist again and picked her up, bringing her to me. Cherry wrapped her arms and legs around me; still laughing at our mini ‘war’. Slowly I lowered my beautiful bride down as my cock found its’ favorite place to be.

We stood there, conjoined in the living room. She began using her arms and legs to rock on my swollen shaft while kissing me like she had moments ago. I began walking towards the bedroom and she made sounds that were a mixture of deep passion and giggling.

My old bed had been replaced not long after Cherry moved in. We now had a full queen size bed and it was huge to us! I discovered one nice characteristic it had: the top of the mattress was right at the level of my crotch—I took advantage of the ‘feature’ and set my bride down on the edge without having to pull out of her. She slowly scooted back and I matched her movements, moving over the top of her; our eyes locked together. Cherry had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen or would ever see.

My orgasm was building already, but I wanted this to last longer, so I slowed my thrusting down to almost a stop and concentrated on her nipples for a while. But she picked up the ‘slack’ by increasing the motion of her rocking hips on me. The saved up orgasm became imminent and I knew nothing would prolong it now. I hooked my elbows behind her knees, pushed in as deep as possible, and my cock head brushed her cervix the moment my load erupted with incredible force inside of her.

Wave after wave flushed inside of her and for a moment I thought I might never stop cumming. Eventually the orgasm subsided and, when it did, I was able to feel the pulsing of her orgasm, too. But we were far from finished! Without skipping a beat, we went right back to making Love and we kept at it for (literally) several hours! By the time we were done, we both felt like we had just run a triathlon and passed out there in bed.

A few hours passed and I was barely aware that Cherry got out of bed. She came back a couple of minutes later.

“David, get up!” she whispered.

Coming out of my sex-induced coma I asked, “What? Why? What’s the matter?”

She said, “Nothing; you need to eat something and have a drink.”

My eyes were still focusing as she handed me a protein bar and a bottle of water. Still in a bit of confusion, I sat up and took the items and began consuming them without questioning ‘why’. Just as the question began to form in my head, she got on the bed and maneuvered over me—sitting on my lap.

“You really need to get up, now,” she said.

I said, “Ok, but I can’t: you’re sitting on me...”

She shook her head and replied, “I didn’t say you need to get out of bed; I said you need to get ... UP!”

As if my dick heard the order for ‘himself’, he jumped to attention and was prepared for action. Cherry lined herself up and sat down on my ridged cock and began slowly grinding her hips on me. Still sitting up, Cherry pushed me back and told me to ‘rest’—that she could ‘take it from here’.

Laying there as I was, looking at my beautiful wife, I couldn’t help but remember the night she gave me her virginity—right there in the same room and in the same position. Her body looked just as good now as it did then; maybe even better!

To my surprise, she said as if reading my thoughts, “This reminds me of my very first time. Right here in your apartment; me on top of you like I am now ... And now we are going to conceive our first baby here—in the same room where I lost my virginity.”

I said, “I was just thinking about that! But you didn’t ‘lose’ your virginity: you GAVE it to me! Remember?”

She replied, “I remember ... But it was more like a trade, if you ask me: I gave you something I couldn’t use for something a LOT more fun!”

As soon as she said that, she began to gyrate like never before. It wasn’t just her hips moving: it was her entire torso, her arms, and even her neck, head and legs—she moved like a seasoned belly dancer on my dick inside of her and it was the most erotic vision I’d ever seen!

Cherry’s stamina was truly impressive and I was doing pretty well at keeping up with her. She could see in my face that I was going to cum again and she picked her knees up off of the bed; the resulting effect was a noticeable increase in the amount of pressure she could thrust down onto me.

Cherry made short, rapid jumps on my lap that caused her ass to smack my lap and her perfect breast and beautiful hair bounced in rhythm. With each bounce I could feel my cock head crash into her cervix with force and she grunted with minor pain each time.

My balls seemed to pull tight and my fourth orgasm of the day exploded in multiple, hurried spurts. Cherry’s walls clamped down on my pulsing cock and I could feel her thumping on me.

Lying down on my chest, she said with a sigh, “I just love that feeling...”

Because of the marathon session earlier and it was getting late, we were both wiped out and ‘only’ went for the one ‘extra round’. But because the ‘name of this game’ was ‘let’s make a baby’, we spooned with me inside of her until we fell asleep—just to keep as many of my swimmers from escaping as possible.

The next morning we were both in a bit of pain, but neither of us complained. However, it showed when we walked! We debated for only a few seconds about having a ‘morning session’ before work, but we both knew that was a bad idea. Instead, we got a much needed shower and enjoyed a nice breakfast together. Thankfully, Cherry was a much better cook than I!

Nothing too unusual happened at work that day. But when I got home, Cherry had a bit of surprising news.

Cherry said, “You’ll never guess who got married.”

I guessed, “Your Mom and Dad?”

She scoffed, “Yeah, right: those two get married?! No ... I’m serious—guess!”

Clueless, I just shook my head with a forced frown, indicating ‘I have no idea’.

Cherry said, “Olivia!”

I asked, “Olivia? Your best friend growing up; head cheerleader, ‘I’m a lesbian’, Olivia???”

She nodded and said, “Yeah: THAT Olivia.”