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my truck, all over my apartment, all over her house, in her purse. Bad breath is never going to be a reason I can’t have her mouth when I want it. Shaking the box, she erupts in laughter; the grin on my face tells her exactly what I have on my mind. With her hand held out, she takes the orange candy, pops it in her mouth and I do the same.
    Fresh breath in hand, I pull her leg over my thigh, opening her pussy, ensuring it’s available when I’m ready to enter that sweet treat. Peppering her neck with affection, and then across her collarbone, her head tilts back allowing me greater access, lightly licking my way up to her chin, claiming her mouth.
    Her tongue sweeps by mine, tangling between us, slowly, passionately. My dick stiffens, and I catch the faint scent of her essence. My wife’s pussy has the sweetest smell I’ve ever had the pleasure of inhaling. I’d keep my face between her legs most of the day if she’d let me. That aroma turns me on instantly, blood filling my cock so I can fill her.
    Reaching over her thigh, under her leg, I stroke my length before running the head along her slit, coating myself in her juices. Her moan drives me forward, circling her clit before moving back down to dive in.
    “You’re so wet,” I heave the words into her ear, almost moaning. Her face blushes with embarrassment. Her vulnerability causes me chest to expand with pride. She trusts me implicitly.
    Poising myself at her entrance, her breath catches. As we make eye contact, she holds my stare and I flex my ass pushing deep inside her.
    “Mmm…” The noises she makes as her back arches and she accepts my cock almost have me exploding on contact.
    With my length buried deep, her eyes roll back in her head as she closes them. Using my grip on her thigh for leverage, my hips revolve back and forth, dragging my cock leisurely in and out. She both loves and loathes my sloth-like pace. It’s easier for her to adjust to my size, but it also causes her to feel each inch moving, begging for more, needing friction to build to the climax she desperately wants.
    “Moby, I need more,” she pleads and wraps her legs around me to dig her feet into my ass.
    “Deeper?” I ask and receive a confirming nod.
    We aren’t in a hurry this morning. We have nowhere to be, nothing to do, at least not for the next week. Being together, connected like this, we could spend the day lost in each other’s bodies.
    She jokes about how insatiable I am, but the truth is, Piper is a nympho. You’d never think it by looking at or talking to her. If she ever tells her friends about the places we’ve had sex, that she’s sucked my dick, and I’ve eaten her out—frequently with one or more of them less than a couple of feet away and often in public places—it would shock the hell out of them.
    Our secrets bring a smile to my face. Looking at my wife, I know without a doubt, I’m the luckiest man on the planet. Ensuring she knows how true my emotions are, I plunge, quickening my rhythm, I can sense her nearing the edge. Her mouth slightly ajar, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
    “Oh, yeah. Right there, Moby. Harder.” She tips her hips up to encourage me.
    I oblige her request, pounding my cock into her tight hole. Unable to hold back, my fingers dig into her, my body stiffens, ass clenching, I unload. She’s teetering, finally letting go, burying her face in my shoulder—she screams through her orgasm. I love the sound of her voice when I provide her release, the throaty, low grumble, grabs me in a way I can’t explain. It’s what wet dreams are made from.
    She softens beneath me, breathing heavily, my heart’s pounding, both of us completely sated. Untangling herself from our intimate pretzel, she rolls to her back, turning her head my direction. I turn mine to face her, God those eyes.
    “So are we calling Rachel today?” The question is unexpected and kills my after-sex high.
    “For what?” I ask, my face marred with