I moved my hand forward a little between my legs and started rubbing my bliss-button in rapid little circles. Just a little more…just a little more.... He shoved my t-shirt up, pulling it over my chest, letting my luscious globes bobble free underneath. Capturing my tit in his hand, he caressed it while he started a slow steady thrusting, feeling powerful, sinking deep, gradually picking up the pace until he was pounding in and out of me at a very fast pace. For several minutes the only sounds in. Then there was fisting. Now up to that point I've attempted but never actually fisted a woman and I always backed out once I reached the widest part of my hand, but with my wife I knew she wouldn't mind the pain. The first time I fisted her was after a long fuck and she was so turned on that my hand actually just slid right in. This was amazing since it took so long for me to be able to just fit my whole cock inside her and later on I wouldn't give her as much foreplay for her pussy to open. The cloud of the alcohol cleared and everything became crisp. With each beat of my climax, I felt better, more excited. It was incomprehensible, but the burdens of life evaporated. I kept my eyes sealed, for fear of killing the dream that had me up in the clouds. Slipping from my breasts, his tongue eased its way up my chest, around my neck and finally into my mouth. In a synchronized moment, his cock introduced itself. It slid in with ease, all the way in, not a hard thrust, tender pressure. He brushed her soft cheek touching the corner of her eye. He took the tear on his right forefinger and kissed it. He then began strumming his guitar again, Come stop your crying, Darlin’It will be all rightJust take my hand hold it tightI will protect youfrom all around youI will be hereDon’t you cryFor one so small,you seem so strongMy arms will hold you,keep you safe and warmThis bond between usCan’t be brokenI will be hereDon’t you cry‘Cause you’ll be in my heartYes, you’ll be in my.