Chapter 13: The new lovers stay in bed

Finally, Del fell upon her, both of them breathing heavily. “Now what?” he asked her.

Nancy took stock of the moment: she was in her marital bed, with her teen renter between her legs, his large but softening cock still within her, and his sperm soaking into her depths. Her husband would be away for another week, and she was feeling very sexually satisfied, unlike with her husband.

“Now...” she told the young man, “we wait until you can get it back up.”

He lifted his eyes to hers, surprised. After the hot moments they’d had a couple weeks ago, followed by her cold reactions, he had expected her to regret what they’d done and break it off again. His cock twitched inside her.

“Ooh, I felt that,” she giggled. “You gonna be able to ... oh shit!” She looked at the clock. “You need to go to school! You’re already late.”

He sighed. “It’s college ... I’ll just tell the professors I’m sick and they’ll email me today’s work. Oh, professor, I just can’t get out of bed ... it’s sooo warm and snuggly...” He nestled his face into Nancy’s neck, nibbling and kissing.

She giggled again. “Soo ... can you get it up again, right now?”

He pulled out gently and rolled to the side. “I’ll need a few minutes, and breakfast.”

She considered her ankle. “Umm...”

“I’ll handle it.” He bounded from the bed, giving her naked form a lascivious grin as he went.

As Nancy lay there, her body humming with satisfaction, her fingers lazily sauntered downward to play with her splayed pussy lips as they recovered from the repeated incursion of Del’s large member. A little of his cum leaked out, and she dabbed some up with her fingers to consider it. She was pretty sure that it was a safe day, but her cycle varied. She figured that they should probably use a condom next time.

Then as she started to rub her clit, she reconsidered. Getting more sperm inside her today wouldn’t be any more dangerous, as the ones from that first load would probably live for a couple days in her warm, receptive body. “Mmm...” she moaned, thinking about Del’s swimmers as they made their way deeper inside her, searching for an egg.

Tomorrow, she decided as she felt another orgasm rise. Tomorrow they’d start using condoms...

“Ta-da!”

Nancy came awake, one hand still between her legs. She had dozed off after her orgasm.

Del walked in, a tray in hand with two plates, and mugs of steaming coffee. Nancy felt her heart skip a beat at this, and also upon noticing that he was still shirtless, though he had put on some jeans. She could smell bacon and eggs along with the coffee. “Oh, Del...”

They ate and then she snuggled into his shoulder. This is so nice, she thought, like when she had first started sleeping over at Michael’s when they were dating ... She frowned. No, she wasn’t going to think about her husband right now, she resolved; he was a week away, in another city, and had been emotionally distant for weeks before, since that visit to the doctor. ‘No point to keep trying,’ he had said, choosing to sulk instead of increase his sex drive to offset his low sperm count.

With her head nestled under Del’s arm, she was close to his bare chest. She moved her face down and licked at his nipple.

He hissed. “Sensitive...”

She lightly bit it.

“Ahh! Nancy!” He sat up, causing her to fall back.

“Just trying to get a rise out of you. Seems like it worked,” she remarked as she rubbed at the crotch of his jeans.

Del looked down at Nancy’s curvy naked form with undisguised lust and unfastened his pants. He was prepared to go down on her, but she was already wet from his previous load and her own juices as her body prepared itself for another insemination. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to ride him, or take him doggy style with her ankle in its current condition, so she lay back again. However, instead of just moving into the standard missionary position, he lay sideways, entwined her legs with his, and pushed his hard member into her at a 90 degree angle.

“Oh, that’s different...” she moaned. She almost asked him where he had learned how to do that, but the answer would have been Trista, of course, the bitch that had taken his virginity, another person that she didn’t want to think about right then.