Skin against skin

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"Baby, we're home".

The car rolls into the garage, gate closes automatically.
Engine off, key out of the ignition.
Carla slowly opening her eyes.
She stretches and says half yawning "ok baby".

We get out while she rubs her pussy over with a crooked face.

"It's itchy, baby."
"Of course, dear. How many did you master tonight? 10 guys? "

"Yeah, I guess."

The metal tips on her 4 inch high heels click rhythmically on the garage floor. Her fishnet stockings with their otherwise muscular language align themselves now quietly around her strolling legs as her breasts cast a sleep tight-look at me through her cleavage.
Blissful woman ... two words I have said to myself so many times.

I follow her on the stairs. She brushes her teeth and cleans her pussy one last time that night. Sliding into the bed, I half expect she would attack my overtime-performing dick once more, but not this time. Soon I hear her breath that betrays that she's sleeping, dreaming and perhaps getting it on again.

The night knows us and leave us alone.

Her shadow side takes over. She squirms and although she doesn't know anybody's name, she moans everyone's name ... once, twice, again... From the darkest corners, cocks are emerging. She takes them all; in her mouth, pussy, butt. She jerks them until they gush their warm cum all over her. And in between she licks the sweet pussies of their wives. She loves the taste. It lets her squirt. And the men go crazy.

This club she really likes. She can dance here. Let herself go to the music that sips through her ears and skin making its way into her body and taking over her controls. She is free. Independent. Queen of the evening. Her long hair she wears like a lush black Crown, dancing, singing.

Swinging has taught her that she is ok. That she is just as good as everyone else. That she's beautiful. That everyone wants her. This all used to be very different before we met. Yes, I showed her the way, but it was her that turned swinging out of a hobby into an art form. Squirtqueen, Yes. But even more 'the Free Goddess'.
I look at her closed eyelids. Underneath, her eyes like wriggling fish under the water level flash back and forth. While she is mumbling letters, sounds.

And I lie stretched out and look at her with soft eyes. She's looks happy and confident. I turn around and fall asleep, my hand on her butt. Feeling great.

*

Sunday morning at 7 I am already awake for an hour. It's always like this. Her body feels warm and intense. I curl up against her. Laying on my right side, my left arm around her. Naked skin on naked skin. There is no better feeling. It's as if I am being fed whenever I feel her like this. As if I'm being charged. For a moment, nothing else exists. I am one with her. Still sleeping, she turns her back towards me and I stretch my hand to hold her left breast. Her hair is stroking my face.

It's like an addict who needs another shot, this desire of mine for her skin and warmth. Because 1 night doesn't suffice for me. I need this every night. But also in the daytime, I will be touching her, caressing her, kissing and playing with her. It's just the feel of it all. Yes, I am most likely addicted.

In fact I have had this as long as I can remember. Even as a small boy, that yearning was there. I remember that distinctively. To be with someone and to actually feel her. While, in fact, I have a very bad memory for things out of my personal past.

Involuntary it makes me think about Harry Harlow and his experiments on rhesus monkeys...

She rubs her ass against my dick, that reacts instantly. I push my face in her hair, lick her shoulders. Her pussy is always wet, so in one gentle move I shove Him into her. I have no nicknames for my dick. Neither does she. I don't know if that is necessary. It just is like that.

She moans. In 1 second she turns from sleeping kitty into a horny lioness. She is so unique. I am very aware of that. Every day, every hour, every fuck. While He pushes deeper into her softness, her tongue searches for mine. I take her, in missionary. She is catholic, so that picture fits. She likes to be taken deeply, so that is what I do. Licking her upright hard nipples, I sense the first wave of her squirt warming my cock.

"Take me deep, baby." Her insatiability makes me even hornier. So does her second wave of squirt she thrusts out of her pulsating pussy. Too bad we have to be quiet. She can moan really great. Give herself 100%. I give her the best of my and spread it across her belly and breasts. A wonderful sight.

"Give me that, baby." The black magic wand vibrator is switched on and humming finds its way to her pleasure.

I just let her and get up, heading for the bathroom. This can take a while.