Chapter 7: Myra & Barry Approve

“Carla is a good girl, isn’t she.” Barry spoke after a long period of quiet. Myra noted that it was a statement of fact, not a question.

“You are awake, then Barry, Darling,” Myra lifted her head off his chest to look at him. His open eyes shifted from staring at the ceiling to focus on his wife’s beautiful face, her tousled bed hair only adding to the overall collection of her charms and latent fount of desire. “I’m surprised that your tongue still works, my dear sweet man, I thought you’d worn it out.”

“Mmmm, well after hearing you talk in some detail about our daughter’s experiences I felt I had to rise to the challenge ... Did I?”

“Huh huh. I’m lying here, chin resting on your manly chest, still full of desire for you to fill my every hole, and for me to suck and fuck you without end, yet ... I can barely move a muscle, Darling. I think we both rose to the challenge. So, no more watching porn for you then, just me reciting your daughter’s very limited but outstanding sexploits, sort of does it for you, huh?”

“Don’t make me even think about it, love. Just saying it baldly like that, makes me feel like a perv all over again.”

“Yet, my Darling, you said it yourself, ‘Carla is a good girl.’ And you are absolutely right, she is still our baby girl who has been a joy and an inspiration-”

“Myra, please, can we change the subject from, you know, the reinvigoration of our sex life based on the blow by blow accounts of my daughter and her boyfriend, who between them have turned out to be able to write the sex education book of the century from a single sexual-”

“Twice, Darling, they did it twice, remember?”

“Fuck! And I’ve never even got around to hearing about that second one ... except-”

“Yeah, I know. The scene has been set. The park bench ... on the village green surrounded by all the top knobs in the big houses at that end of the old village, so dirty, so-”

“Myra, can we save it, you know, for next time? After giving you that oral for thirty minutes, both following and during your running commentary, followed by that last delightful slow fuck, including the one minute dwell time that you insist-”

“Stop complaining, we both loved it, you deep in me and me filled so... [sigh] it made those gentle kisses and touches during that time so much more real and romantic, sending us into another dimension of wicked pleasure, somehow.”

“I know. I felt sure I was going to go soft during the oral, but lightening the gentle stimulation of lip, tongue and finger tip was amazingly erotic, I think I actually got harder. I never thought that could be possible. It really did feel that we were closer than we have ever been and up until now I have always considered us as close as any couple could be. Now, sated and satisfied as we are, I feel that for a while there, it was as if we were wearing the same skin.”