PURE PRIMAL PASSION……A COUPLE REDISCOVER – CHAPTER 3

Hallo again!


My wonderful, considerate employer has given me some free time as a reward for the amount of travel and associated work we have been doing recently, which was extremely generous of him! This has allowed me to continue with my story and to be honest, when I started on this project I was sure three chapters would see me reach the planned conclusion. Well even the best laid plans are subject to change, and as I wrote this chapter my principle characters, Katie and Dean, took me on an interesting and unexpected sexual detour. As they, and I, enjoyed ourselves the word-count grew to the point that I cannot conclude with this story without cutting things short, so chapter four will now be where my story ends.


I have received some PMs following Chapter two from readers who could not find the first installment, and while I’m sure most of you know this, I will provide a “how to” for those that don’t. If you wish to review any author’s earlier works, merely click on the name to the right of the story title. This will take you to a complete list of their stories, so that you can read their earlier chapters, or other stories. If you think you will enjoy this chapter I would encourage you to read the previous chapters first, as the story makes far more sense if you follow the chronology.


I hope you derive some private pleasure from this installment, and that you’ll leave a post if you do!


XXX


Cyn


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As they drove back from the airport Dean managed to maintain some form of compliance with the posted speed limit, which was quite a feat considering every fiber of his being wanted to mash the gas pedal to the floor. Katie rolled down the window and luxuriated in the breeze that massaged her face and body like feather-soft fingers.


She half turned and smiled across at her husband. “So, did you miss me just a little?” She asked coyly.


She wasn’t surprised when he laughed loudly, before grinning back at her. “Just a little.” He teased. “Which became a lot when you made a very enjoyable phone-sex call, and then went off the top of the charts when you sent me those…intimate pictures!”


She giggled like a mischievous child. “I was wondering how you’d feel about that!”


He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, loving the uninhibited way she spread her legs for him. “The only thing was, you weren’t here to take care of the problem you created.”


She giggled again. “Well I’m here now!” She assured him.


He smiled broadly before returning his attention to the road. “I’d suggest you enjoy the sunshine Katie, because you may not see it again for a while.”


“That suits me just fine.” She responded. “Can’t this car go any faster?”


“Not unless you want a speeding ticket, and that would only slow us down.” He replied, but still accelerated slightly as he kept a watchful eye on the rear view mirror.


He sped up their street and slid into the drive with the tires squealing in protest, both doors flying open as the car came to a halt. He popped the trunk and they each snatched a bag, before they ran laughing to the porch. Katie was fumbling for her keys in her purse, but Dean reached past her and unlocked the door, slamming it shut as they made it inside.


Both bags hit the floor at precisely the same second and she was in his arms, kissing him passionately as her hunger drove her on. He pushed her back a step and slid her jacket from her shoulders, savoring the sight of her prominent nipples pushing against the sheer fabric. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse as she took care of his shirt, until both pieces of clothing hit the floor. Her skirt and panties followed until she was standing before him wearing nothing more than her nipple jewelry and stilettos, and his shoes, socks, pants and shorts soon joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor. Her gripped her pointed nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing firmly as she leaned back to increase the tension, a soft hiss slipping past her lips. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your hands on my body Dean.” She whispered.


He didn’t reply, but took her by the hand and lead her to coffee table, laying her back until her head was hanging over the edge. She smiled up at him as he took his long, hard cock in his hand and stroked it firmly as he gazed down at her. “In the mood for some cock-meat?” He enquired simply.


“I told you, I’m in the mood for anything you want!” She hissed back at him, so he knelt down and slid his cock past her cherry-red lips.


“MMMMmmmmm!” She moaned around his cock, her lips and tongue skillfully attempting to draw him deeper. He fed her another couple of inches and she moaned again as she felt the head nudging gently against the entrance to her throat. A familiar feeling of undeniable lust was sweeping over him and he thrust forward firmly, his desire to have his heavy balls brushing her chin impossible to resist. He watched as her cheeks sucked inward, marveling at her ability to take his full length without gagging, and started rocking back and forth as he made love to her sweet mouth.


Again he thrust his full length deep into her throat and again she moaned in wanton expectation. He leant forward and brushed his fingers across her glistening labia, not surprised to find she was already wet to his touch. He slid one finger easily inside, feeling the heat radiating from her moist cavity before adding a second, stretching her slightly as he continued to slide his cock into her eager mouth.


A familiar tingling sensation started pulsing from his heavy balls, and while cumming down her throat was a pleasant prospect, he reluctantly slid back and moved around the table. He knelt between her legs and pushed them further apart, his slick cock in hand as he lined up the head with her glistening pussy. With one firm, deep thrust he buried himself inside her, hearing her groan in appreciation.


“Yes, OH FUCK! YES!” She groaned. “I’ve missed you so much babe!”


He smiled as his cock started thrusting as though moving of its own accord, enjoying the additional pressure provided by the butt plug nestled firmly in her tight ass. “I loved the pictures of you fist-fucking your pussy Katie.” He whispered.


“Then give my pussy a good stretching, pump me full of cum, and you can sit back and watch me do it again if you’d like!” She hissed in hedonistic encouragement.


His cock twitched and he struggled hold back the cum that felt as though it was boiling in his balls. “You’d do that?” He groaned. “You’d let me watch you fist your cunt?”


“If that’s what you want, I’ll put on a show you’ll never forget!” She assured him.


He was thrusting harder and faster, knowing he was seconds away from granting her wish as she grunted beneath him.


“So…fucking…good!” She squealed in time with his firm thrusts. “Come on; fuck my hot cunt….PLEASE!!!”


His response to her lustful encouragement was immediate and explosive, as he just had time to gasp a warning before he started pumping his cum deep inside her. She squealed as she felt his hot juices bathe the walls of her clenching pussy, and joined him in blissful release as her fluids mixed with his in a steaming cocktail of primal release. They both realized how much they wanted and needed this, and she marveled at how long he continued thrusting and filling her pussy with his sweet cum. Their juices were oozing past his shaft as his thrusting finally slowed, until his softening cock lay lodged between her labia and he realized his body was coated in sticky patches of sexual cream from the waist down.


He knew his satisfying release was merely the first of many he would enjoy over the coming days, little more than a pleasant precursor to the erotic intimacy they both craved, and he gazed down at the steady flow of juices that oozed from her freshly fucked slit. He slid free, crouched down and inhaled deeply, his sense of smell savoring the primal scent before sliding his moist tongue along the length of her labia. She groaned, a low deep sound that came from deep within, as he used his tongue to scoop up the excess liquid. His reluctance to taste his own cream had been left in the past, and he gently folded her labia back and gazed lustfully at her cream-coated passage before slowly scouring her clean with his pointed tongue.


She was whimpering now, surrendering to the exquisite sensations radiating from her slick pussy. Dean continued to lovingly clean her, his senses registering the tangy flavors of their lustful coupling as he probed deeper, before she trembled and bathed his working mouth with another spray of orgasmic juices. She came again and again until she pleaded breathlessly for him to stop, simply unable to take any more, and he sat back on his haunches, his face glistening with fluids as her shudders subsided.


Her got slowly to his feet and walked unsteadily into the kitchen, taking a bottle of chilled champagne and two crystal flutes from the refrigerator before heading back. He popped the cork which had Katie’s eyes flicker open as she reacted to the sound, and she smiled dreamily as he poured two glasses. She managed to push herself into a sitting position, gratefully accepting her glass.


“Welcome home Katie.” He toasted her with a smile. “I can’t tell you how good it is to have you back!”


She flashed a lascivious smile. “It was almost worth being away to have you eat my pussy like that. I can’t begin to tell you how much it turns me on to have you suck your cum from my freshly fucked cunt; I came so hard I’m still shivering!”


He grinned back at her as he sipped his champagne. “I have to say that once I got my head around it, it really turns me on too!” He assured her.


They talked for a while as their bodies recovered before Katie moved over and sat on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart to Dean’s appreciative gaze before asking a rhetorical question. “Does it get you hot seeing me like this Dean? Sitting here with my legs open, my juicy, shaved cunt oozing cum all over the couch after you’ve fucked me?”


He smiled at her playful teasing. “I think you know exactly how hot I get when you behave like this!”


But she hadn’t finished just yet, and made a deliberate show of sliding an extended finger deep in her mouth, her cheeks sucking inward as she coated it with saliva, before she slid it slowly along the length of her slick flesh. “So it doesn’t bother you that I’m becoming such a depraved little slut, and I’m happy to be a part of any kind of kinky sex-play you want?”


“Let me put it this way Katie, didn’t you promise to put on a show for me and fist your tight little cunt while I watched?” He teased right back.


“Ooooooh!” She whispered. “You are a depraved little voyeur aren’t you? Do you really want me to do that? Do you want to sit back and see how far my pussy stretches when I slide my whole hand deep inside my hot, dripping fuck-box? And what are you going to do while I’m doing that? Are you going to stroke that beautiful cock for me?” He nodded in reply, his throat suddenly dry at the prospect of what was to come. “Then make sure you don’t waste that sweet cum babe. If you decide to shoot a load, I want it all over me, ok?”


He nodded again as she lay back and slid two fingers deep inside, moaning softly as she pleasured herself while drawing inspiration from the knowledge that Dean was watching intently. His hand wrapped itself around his slick shaft as if were independent of his control, and jacked slowly but firmly along his length, a bead of pre-cum oozing from his slit as he reached the head. Katie easily inserted a third finger, moaning again as her own flow increased to ease the passage of her hand as she slowly stretched. She drew her hand back and folded her thumb into her palm before sliding back in, making it as far as the base of her knuckles.


“Oh my fucking God!” She hissed. “SO…FUCKING…TIGHT! Uh…Uhhh!!! I’m not sure if I can do this with the plug in my ass…..so tight!”


“Do you want me to slide the plug out Katie?” Dean asked softly.


She shook her head vehemently. “No! At least…not yet. But I could use some help!”


He moved closer. “What do you want me to do babe?”


“Help…me….stretch.” She panted breathlessly. “Pull my labia back and don’t be shy, rip me open as far as you can!”


He released his hold on his dripping cock and took a firm grip on her flesh, applying steadily increasing pressure as he pulled her puffy lips to each side. He watched spellbound she thrust firmly, leaning forward slightly to provide a better angle and hearing her moan as her knuckles slid past the gripping ring of muscle. She was close, so tantalizingly close, the bulge of her wrist covered in slick juice as she sought to make good on her promise. “Fuck…fuck….FUCK!” She screamed. “So… fucking… full!!! Almost there!” She panted, before her body went rigid as she came with such force Dean was sure he could hear her juices spatter against her probing hand.


His cock was twitching as it stood proud from his firm balls, and he watched in awe as she ruthlessly pounded her fist deep inside her clenching, resistant cunt. “Rip me open Dean!” She sobbed. “I can’t do this on my own!!!”


He was beyond the point of care or reason and pulled her labia back with all his strength, hearing her scream of passion as her wrist finally forced its way inside. Despite seeing the photos he could not believe his eyes, as she furiously ravaged herself with forceful, pounding thrusts, all the while stretching herself beyond the point he thought would be possible. She was delirious with fuck-lust, thrusting harder than he had ever done as she came constantly, juices oozing down her forearm every time she pulled back, and displaying a long bead of saliva that hung suspended from her lips.


“Oh…YYYEEEESSSS!!!!” She screamed. “FUCKING YES, that’s what I needed. Oh God…sweet Jesus….I’ve never felt so full in my fucking life. MY CUNT IS GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!”


She shuddered through one last cum that was seemingly never-ending, until she slumped back against the cushions, her face and chest flushed crimson from the effort and her breasts heaving as she struggled to draw oxygen into her lungs. “Oh…my…fucking….God.” She stammered. “I don’t think .…I’ve ever cum like that!”


Dean smiled before realizing his cock was pleading for attention, so he released his hold on her puffy labia and started firmly jacking his length once more. He stood before her, gazing down at her spent form and wondering whether she was done for the day after such an intense series of experiences. He wasn’t worried either way as they had time to spare, and for now he focused on granting her wish for a steaming cum bath. Katie was lying still, her hand still firmly wedged between her thighs and her eyes half-closed with a dreamy smile on her face. She came back to life when she heard Dean groan, and looked up to see him jacking his shaft firmly.


“Now that’s what I like to see, a man who’s not afraid to look after himself.” She softly encouraged.


He laughed at her comment. “So you like watching a man stretch his cock?”


“Only when it’s one special man.” She said matter-of-factly. “And only when I know he’ll share his cum with me!”


His hand was moving faster and he knew he was getting very close. “Then you’d better get ready Katie. If you want a cum bath….you’re about to get it!”


“Do it!” She encouraged enthusiastically. “Spray me babe!”


No sooner had the words left her lips than the first stream of cum flew from his slit and sprayed across her cheek. He aimed his cock carefully and sent the second stream across her forehead, watching his cream cascade down her face and pool on her eyelashes. A change of direction saw the next spatter across her breast, a string forming on the end of her pointed nipple as the next burst coated her other breast. He was still pumping, but his spurts were losing strength and she managed to lean forward, no mean feat considering she still had her hand wedged firmly in her pussy, and extended her tongue in invitation.


He smiled and aimed his diminishing load at her mouth, coating her lips and tongue before she opened her mouth and he fired his final burst inside as she swiped the tip of his cock with her tongue. He managed to half-turn and collapse onto the couch beside her, finally spent, for now at least.


His breathing matched hers earlier as his chest rose and fell, and he drew several deep breaths as his heart rate gradually slowed. He smiled across at her, and again marveled at her uninhibited behavior as she sipped her champagne, completely unconcerned that she was covered in rivers of thick, oozing cum.


“You look so fucking hot Katie.” He said simply.


“Thanks babe.” She replied with a sense of amusement. “But you just look….thoroughly fucked!”


He laughed heartily at her graphic assessment of his condition, and then watched as she carefully slid her wrist back, watching her pussy gaping open when she finally managed to ease free. She looked down and then grinned at him. “I think you’ll have to find….other openings to explore Dean. It could take a while for my pussy to go back to normal size after that!”


“Something tells me that won’t be problem Katie.” He assured her. “Now, do you feel like a shower to clean up, or would you rather have a swim?”


She considered that for a moment before replying. “I think I’d like a swim, are you hungry?”


“You could say I’ve worked up a healthy appetite.” He smiled.


“No surprise there!” She laughed. “You fetch some towels and I’ll take our glasses. After a swim I’ll fix a late lunch.”


They swam for quite a while, luxuriating in the cool, cleansing water and the warmth of the sun on their bare skin before she swam over, wrapped her legs around his waist, and leaned back to float on the surface. When they finally separated and stepped from the pool they lay back on the lounges and Dean topped up their glasses. He asked Katie about her mom, so she spent some time discussing her condition and plans for recovery, before telling him how much she had enjoyed spending time with her dad and catching up with her brother when he flew in. She had obviously enjoyed the family dinner last night, and he agreed they should make the effort to visit more often and catch up with family happenings.


Then Katie asked him about how he had spent his time, and wanted to hear all the details about his successful presentation and subsequent lunch with his MD. She was delighted it had gone so well, particularly considering how much time he had invested in it. The prospect of a decent bonus was something they spent a little time discussing, until Katie joked that Dean didn’t know how much she’d already spent!


She suggested they head inside, pleading serious hunger pangs, so they went into the kitchen and Katie prepared a belated lunch, whistling when she saw the amount of food in the refrigerator and pantry. “I think I might let you take care of the grocery shopping from now on.” She smiled over the counter at him.


They sat down and ate heartily, both realizing how hungry they were as neither had eaten since breakfast. Conversation was suspended until they had cleared their plates, finally satisfied.


“So how does it feel to be an accomplished erotic writer?” She asked with a smile.


He sat back and stretched, smiling across at her. “I must admit I’m kind of surprised my story rated so well. I mean…I’ve never written any kind of story before….let alone one like this, and the reaction has been more than I expected. I figured it could take some time to work out how to push a reader’s buttons.”


“Dean everything you do, you do well.” She responded. “I’ve never seen you do half a job of anything you’ve taken on, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise.”


“Well, I did get one surprise.” He replied, and went on to tell her about Melanie’s private message and her request that he write the story of her dreams. He could see Katie had some reservations about this, and hastened to reassure her. “I haven’t replied to her and I really don’t care whether I do or not. I can ignore her completely, which she seems to be expecting anyway, or I can respond and tell her I’m not interested, or I can see what her story outline looks like. But there’s no way I’d think about making contact unless you are one hundred percent in favor.”


Katie was looking thoughtful. “Can I read her message?”


“Sure.” He replied and fetched his laptop, waiting for it to power up before he opened the message, and then slid it over so that Katie could read it.


She concentrated on the screen, reading Melanie’s message a couple of times before finally looking back at him. “Well, if what she says is true and she caught her husband in bed with her best friend, then I guess she’s not trying to steal you away from me.”


Dean put his hand over hers and gazed into her eyes. “Katie, any man who has a woman like you would be certified crazy to fool around with anyone else. That would be like….throwing fresh prime rib in the trash and then cooking hamburger!”


She gave him a quizzical smile. “That’s an interesting analogy.” She replied, to which he merely shrugged. “I think I need some time to think about this, is that ok?”


“Fine with me.” He assured her. “Look babe, I’m just trying to be honest here. I really don’t care about Melanie or anyone else that may contact me. If you want to keep this private between us, that’s totally ok. I just wanted you to know she’d contacted me, rather than have you use my computer some time and find it by accident, and then wonder what I was doing behind your back.”


She smiled at his reassurance. “I understand that…..and I also want to thank you for the way you wrote your story.”


It was Dean’s turn to look nonplussed, as he had no idea what she was getting at. Sensing his curiosity she continued. “I thought we had agreed your first story would be about your fantasies, the kind of sex-play you may have wanted to explore but held back for some reason. Instead you wrote about the woman being in charge, and using her man as a sexual plaything.” She smiled as she went on. “I’ve been married to you for long enough to know you’re a take-charge kind of guy, so I concluded you did that so that I’d feel totally comfortable, and could explore what I wanted with complete freedom. Now, are you going to tell me I’m wrong?”


He blushed and put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, which only had Katie laughing heartily before she went on. “You know, I thought long and hard about going along with it. I even considered ringing you this morning and saying I couldn’t make it and I was sending Carol to take care of you. I was even thinking about stopping off on the way to the airport and buying a wig and dressing in something completely outrageous!”


It was Dean’s turn to laugh.