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Several years ago we met our cousins in Colorado in the Summer. There were twenty something of us ranging from little ones to grandparents. We stayed in a historic schoolhouse that also had a loft in the top. My wife and I were fortunate to be the ones able to sleep in the loft. Our kids were downstairs with their cousins.
One night everyone was asleep downstairs. It was pretty late. I have always slept naked, and my wife in her panties.
My cock was aching for action. I turned to her and she felt my throbbing dick against her leg. I lovingly caressed her beautiful breasts, focusing on her nipples, which began to enlarge easily. I love suckling them so much. My hand slowly made its way down her sexy stomach to her panties. I put my hand under them, feeling her familiar bush. (We are both natural and unshaved, and I’m a very hairy guy all over.)
My one index finger slipped into her tight hole. I gently made a pumping motion, feeling her inner walls. The scent of sweet pussy began to fill my nostrils. I then inserted my middle finger to stretch her a little more. (I am blessed in size, especially girth, so I have always had to do plenty of foreplay with lube and gently pushing to gain entry).
It wasn’t long until I had my ring finger inside her as well. By this point she was trying to control her reactions and keep quiet, so as not to wake those sleeping below us.
My cock was leaking and wanted more. I continued to take her to that wonderful world that only a husband is allowed to do for his bride. Her body had the glowing perspiration over it. (We men sweat—women glow.)
She finally reached her orgasm, arching her back and moaning—as quietly as possible—in ecstasy.
In no time, my hairy, muscular body moved to tower over her.
She lovingly began putting her fingers through my chest hair and started tweaking my ultra sensitive nipples. This sent wonderful pleasure to my dick. I took some coconut oil and lubed my shaft up. She grabbed the head of my cock, guiding me to her love tunnel. My head made it past the outer lips, and it felt so amazing. I slowly put an inch of my cock in further, and she winced. I wanted to make sure it wouldn’t hurt, but she told me to keep going.
She reached her hands around and began to stroke my forest of butt hair. It felt so awesome having those feminine hands on my body.
I continued to slowly inch my way into her pussy. My ball hair caressed the sheets beneath us, causing a wonderful, manly sensation that I always appreciate.
After a little more slow and gentle pushing, I was finally balls deep with my cock coated in pussy juice. There was so much it was running down my balls. The loft began to smell strongly of cock, balls and pussy, which was intoxicating.
I edged myself with her sweet walls over and over. Like she did before, I tried to contain my moans and grunts. My loving wife suddenly reached up and latched onto my right nipple and sucked it passionately. This caused me to just let go and blast my thick ropes of ball fruit into her, coating her inner pussy. My wife put her hand over my mouth as I was in that manly zone of orgasmic joy that only she could give me.
The next day while we were having breakfast, I sat at the breakfast table with my dad. For a moment, everyone else was in the kitchen, slightly away from us. He asked me if we had slept well last night. I just grinned, as I figured he heard the fun we were having.
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