Erica’s First Time Sans – Part 2

Read Part 1 of the story here.

Kevin was taking Erica’s quesadilla out of the pan when she entered their third-floor apartment.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted her. “Just gotta cut it up, then we’re all set.”

She leaned over the counter and kissed him deeply—far more passionately than a regular greeting kiss. “After you do that, could you come help me with something?”

There was something in her voice he couldn’t quite place.

“Sure, babe,” he replied.

His eyes drifted to the top two or three buttons of her blouse, which were deliberately open. They certainly weren’t like that when she left for work that morning.

She stood there in silence for a moment before walking off to their bedroom.

Kevin cut the quesadilla with his practiced speed and followed his wife to the bedroom. On the short walk he rehearsed his mental list of everything that needed to be fixed in that part of the house. The curtain rod in her closet was dangerously close to falling, the sink faucet had a little drip . . . Had one of these become more urgent? Whatever she said, it would be better than the laundry list that was developing in his head—oh, laundry, that was another one. They didn’t normally do that until Saturday, but it was getting full.

He crossed the threshold to learn the answer for sure—

Then he saw her.

She was standing completely naked beside the bed, her pear-shaped body illuminated by the bedside lamp.

“Can you help me work up an appetite?” she asked, the meaning of the change in her voice now made clear.

In way of answer, he crossed the room in two steps, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her nude form against his fully clothed body. She locked her hands behind his head and began to kiss him passionately. His hands worked their way down to her ample butt as he ground his growing erection into her. She started trying to undo the buttons on his shirt with one hand while keeping the other interlocked in his short hair to brace him against her hungry kisses.

Kevin regretted having to let go of her plump rump, but if he waited for her to figure out the button, the moment would pass and die with his erection. His wife was very intelligent and gifted in many areas, but operating buttons on men’s clothing was not one of them. He reached up and undid his top button before pulling his shirt off.

Erica immediately started exploring the fit muscles of his chest and back with her hands and mouth. Kevin returned his hands to their favorite old haunt, feeling the mix of fat and muscle that made her butt his favorite piece of her anatomy.

When his cock began to press against his belt, he figured it was time to move the encounter along. He cupped his hands under her cheeks and threw her onto the bed. She landed splayed out and a little surprised—a feast for his eyes. She watched as he stripped off his pants and underwear, exposing his fully erect penis. Erica gave her full attention to his bobbing member as he stepped out of his pants.

Then he was on her, gracefully claiming the space between her preponderous thighs—another one of his favorite parts of her body.

He turned his attention to the top half of her body while his cock brushed gently across her pussy hair and lips. Aside from her face, her top half held less interest for him—not that he didn’t appreciate her whole body, but her lower half just had so much to love about it. He traced soft kisses across her shoulders and chest, licking her hardened nipples as he fondled her breast. This wasn’t his favorite activity, but he was happy to do it because he knew she enjoyed it.

He moved his love labors up to her face, kissing her aggressively and nibbling her ear lobes. This was more his speed. He felt her hand guiding his dick into her opening. He obliged, first with slow strokes, then after he had passed her lips, hard fast thrusts. She arched her back, her breath catching, and then she let out a deep moan. It was a growly, unfeminine sound, but it did tell him he was doing a good job. He kept up his steady pace as he kissed her wherever he could reach amid his thrusts.

A shudder came over him. All sound outside of the two of them faded away as ecstasy rose to its peak. He savored his euphoria as he felt his penis throbbing inside her, filling her with his essence. She let out a higher moan of approval, and he braced himself to stay in her as deep as possible as she rode out her own release.

As he came off his high, he kissed her softly while remaining braced deep inside her. He caressed her skin as he checked her for injuries, just in case he’d gotten too carried away.

As far as he knew, he had never hurt her during sex, but during pre-marital counseling, his pastor told him he could hurt her accidentally due to arousal taking over good sense. And with how intensely she aroused him, she quite often did rob him of his good sense.

She was unharmed, though her hair was far more disheveled and frizzy then her natural curls normally were. He looked at her face as a whole—her small, lovely, round face—and she looked satisfied, perhaps relieved. She smiled silently up to him. He smiled back at her.

Then he felt his penis slip out and knew their post-coital cuddle was over. He carefully dismounted her and gave her the clean up towel.

“I’m gonna get a quick shower,” he said. “You can go ahead and start eating without me.”

She stared up at him with a glassy expression and mumbled, “‘Kay,” still clearly drifting in a haze of pleasurable afterglow.

He left her on the bed to enjoy her post-coital slump as he got in the shower.

As soon as Kevin was in the shower, Erica finished cleaning off their combined juices.

Her legs still felt a little wobbly as she stood up. Though the line about needing help to work up an appetite had been a bit of a throw away, she found that she really was quite hungry. She put on her bathrobe and left her day clothes in the hamper, including her bra and panties.

After an encounter as heated as that, Erica suspected her panties would be spending a lot less time on her body.