“I used to sit here with your Great-Aunt Louisa, Richard’s dear mother, and we’d talk about the family, about David, your father. This is where Louisa told me about her brother and her, about her own beloved David, your grandfather, about your uncle Richard, and poor Hugo, how devastated she was when he died so tragically young, just a young boy. She once told me she used to pray that somehow the universe would change, that things would turn around so she could have the one thing she wanted, her David to be her husband, and to have been your father’s mother. Her husband drank himself to death with the money your grandfather gave him to marry Louisa and save her from scandal, but that man, he was rotten to the core; he never let poor Louisa forget he wasn’t Richard’s father, that he was well aware who Richard’s real father was. He made her life a misery, always blackmailing her to keep her secret.”
She stopped to dab at her eyes, Lori following her.
“Your grandfather paid up without a murmur, of course, he loved his sister far too much to let her secret become known. At least you managed to have what Louisa and her brother could never have had, David, so be grateful for each other, children, give thanks every day, because you’ll never know how bad it could have been.”
Sophie dabbed at her eyes again, then pecked me on the cheek.
“I so envy you, both of you! You’re starting out all new and fresh and young, the world really is at your feet, just make sure you appreciate and enjoy it. You’re lucky to have a girl like Loretta, dear, someone who adores you as much as she does, and you Loretta, I’ve seen how David can’t take his eyes off you, you did well to have someone as caring as him so smitten with you. Both of you, you’re going to be just fine, I can see it now.”
She slid her fingertips along Lori’s cheek, brushed an errant hair back and smiled happily at her.
“I was thinking the third week of September, in the chapel at Kings, where your father was married, David, and where I married your uncle Richard, too; it’s sort of a family tradition now, what do you think, dear?”
Uncle Richard’s warning was still echoing in my mind, so I agreed; I was already married to my darling sister, this wedding was for Lori to have her dream wedding in a flower-decked church, something she’d once confessed to me in an unguarded moment, and I would agree to anything for my beautiful sister-wife.
“Good, now that’s settled, it’s been a long flight, and your uncle and I are tired, so take this dear girl out somewhere and lavish attention on her, I think I need a long, hot soak, and a nice long sleep, so I’ll see you tomorrow, children. Oh, and David, I’ll be taking Loretta away from you for a while tomorrow, we’re going shopping, find something useful to do while we’re gone, there’s a dear…”
Sophie walked us to the gate, where Jimmy and Rosie were waiting for us, and once again pecked me on the cheek, hugged Lori, and waved us off as Jimmy pulled away for the drive back to Sybil’s house. Once there, Rosie decided she needed to go shopping in Bicester, so Jimmy sat her in the back so she could arrive at the Designer Outlet Village in style, leaving us with an empty house, Sybil having gone to London to meet with her agent. So now we had a great big empty house all to ourselves, what to do, what to do…
Lori solved that by moulding herself against me and running her fingers over my rapidly expanding cock.
“What shall we do, Davey, there’s just you and me here in this big ole house, however shall we pass the time?”
She looked at me so innocently, her eyes big and blue, and utterly guileless, but with a spark of true depravity burning way down deep inside; my girl had a plan, and it would almost certainly involve nakedness and much stickiness. Little David reared-up and filled her hand at the thought.
“That’s what I like, a man who knows what he wants!” she grinned, nipping my chin as she squeezed me briefly, stiffening me even further, if that was possible, “Let’s go, baby, I want to play doctors and trollops, and you do it so well!”
With that, she led me into the house, my eyes once again drawn to the sweet curves and tight quiver of her spectacular arse in the form fitting sun-dress she’d chosen to wear. I checked for VPL, none was visible, good, it meant I got to eat without all that tedious business of tearing her panties off…
Lori caught the direction of my stare, grinned, and twitched her delectable bum-cheeks even more, causing many, many impure thoughts to zing through my brain and latch onto my cock; oh yes, when I got her naked, she’d find out what kind of games I wanted to play! As she led me through our bedroom door, I leaned back against the door and slid my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Lori squealed as I slid my hands up to cup and squeeze her lovely firm lady-lumps, the nipples already hard and poking through the stretched-tight material of her sun dress.
I dipped down and kissed her neck while I squeezed her breasts, rolling her taut nipples between my fingertips under the tight material, and Lori groaned, pushing her wonderful backside against my throbbing cock, capturing me in the cleft between her sculpted buttocks. Now it was my turn to groan as she slid her hand onto the back of my neck to support herself, and rose and fell on her toes, rubbing my engorged cock as it lay in the cleft of her spectacular arse.
As I leaned down to nibble and lick her perfect neck some more, Lori giggled and reached behind to squeeze my cock.
“We can stand here all day, or we can do… other stuff, baby, your choice!” she murmured, making it crystal clear just what kind of “other stuff” she’d rather be doing.
I took the hint, and reached for the zipper on her dress, sliding it down in one move and allowing her creamy, satin-smooth back to fall into my clutches. Lori giggled again as I kissed the back of her neck and slid my hands inside her dress to hold and squeeze her luscious breasts again, while her delicate, delicious scent surrounded me, making me hunger for her all over again.
“Help me get this thing off, Davey!” she grinned, so I pulled as she squirmed, her bum cheeks wobbling fetchingly as she shimmied the dress off, to stand completely naked before me. Every time I see my wife naked it’s like a new experience for me; I never tire of seeing her clear, flawless skin, her rounded, spectacular, showpiece bum, those incredible protuberant 36C breasts with her fat, coral-pink nipples, now beginning to darken to a deeper rose, part of the changes to her body as her pregnancy progressed, and the secret place between her legs, the lips glistening with her honey and just begging for a lick. Lori put her hands behind her head and did a slow spin, grinning all the while to show she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“Well, Davey, do you still like what you see?” she taunted me, her eyes dancing with mischief, knowing exactly what effect she was having on me. The sight of all that delicious female flesh was too much, and with an almost animal growl, I lunged for her bearing her backwards and onto the bed. I landed on top of her, being careful to take my weight on my forearms and knees, Lori giggling and shrieking as I licked, nibbled, tickled and lapped at her with my tongue.
We played for a few minutes, enjoying the play before other needs intruded, and I found myself wondering all over again how I’d managed to trap such a delicious, divine, utterly beautiful young woman. As I took her all in, I slid down so I could lick and suck her deliciously stiff nipples, gently running the flat of my tongue over the sensitive little points of flesh. Lori’s nipples were becoming very sensitive, so I left off before I actively made her too sore to continue, concentrating instead on kissing a line down her midriff, past and inside her ticklish little navel, until my tongue found the top of her slit.
Lori bucked and sighed as I slid my tongue-tip inside her crease, teasing the hood of her clitoris before poking my tongue into her opening, making her sigh and wriggle against me. I wriggled my tongue inside her, then slowly pulled it out and lapped at her slit, once again marvelling at her tangy sweetness, and her spicy, Christmas scent, full rich, aromatic and sweet, redolent of plum pudding and mulled, spiced wine, with a background scent altogether more human, primitive and alluring.
Lori moved and murmured under me as I worked my way down, until my tongue-tip was probing at her tight little rectum, the sensation as I slowly pushed my way into her little knot almost overwhelmingly sexy; Suddenly I wanted to be shoving my distended cock in this particular hole; if I did it right, she’d beg me to bugger her, the way she liked it so much.
Lori sighed happily again and lifted her hips to ease my access to her little rusty bullet hole, holding my head lightly and twining her fingers in my hair as I lapped and licked at her tight-spot, slowly pushing my tongue-tip further into her with every pass until I was in her as far as I could go, rimming her as deeply as she’d ever been rimmed before.
Lori began pulling my face closer into her, trying to get more of me inside her, so I obliged. Pulling my tongue back out of her, I once again fastened my lips on her clitoris, sucking the hard little nub and making her thresh around under me, as her juices poured out of her. I slid up over her, kissed her gently, lifting her legs so her lovely little rosebud was looking right at me, took my cock and pressed it against her. Lori took over, taking hold me and aiming properly, and then nodded, so I began to slide slowly but unstoppably into her tight arse.
Lori gasped and grinned up at me as I slid into her.
“You dirty, perverted little bum-fucker, that’s all you ever want to do these days, I have other holes too, you know!”
I grinned back down at her, not at all put off my stride by her words, especially as I could see she didn’t mean any of them. I stuck my tongue out at her, and leaned down to nip the end of her nose.
“Before you start going all “you are such a pervert” on me, Mrs. Loretta Keene-Denham, just remember one thing, you hot little fuck-muffin wife of mine; it was you who started all this; it was you who asked me to fuck you in your arse, you showed me how to do it properly, I discovered I liked it, so I am your creation, missus Frankenstein, and the price you pay for being such a cock-obsessed little smart-arse is you get to spend the rest of your life with my tongue, my fingers, or my fat-boy shoved up your Strada Cioccolato, and if you don’t like it, go complain to the universe, I’m sure it will listen to you, go “Oh, Sorry, Is this better?” and rearrange things so you get your own way!”