Free The Gamer's Wife by Careese Mills Page B

let me, I just want to fill you with the
feeling you have filled me with all evening.”
    He entered her gently.
Softly, they began to move as one in a graceful motion like waves
on the shore. He thrust forward and she joined him, then they both
unflexed and sank again, only to repeat a second later. The thrusts
picked up in both speed and force, as their lips joined
again.
    Their bodies glistened with
sweat. Trisha was pinned down by his large frame, and she liked it.
He leaned forward to take her small erect nipple into his mouth, in
fact to take as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.
Trisha cried out in ecstasy. He began to pump his manhood in and
out of her soft, warm, soaked vagina, fast and
forcefully.
    She managed to roll him
over, and, straddling her former coworker, began to ride him with
more passion than she could remember having. Her body tingled, a
sensation in all her nerve endings made me her warm, flushed. She
was going to orgasm.
    “ Yes! Oh God!” she shouted,
her breasts bouncing as she lifted her hips to allow him to thrust
in and out of her from below. Orgasm consumed her, and for a moment
the world was on fire. The walls of her opening tensed up and
squeezed him tightly. She collapsed on his chest.
    Ethan flipped her over one
last time onto her back, accidentally banging the bedside table,
sending a vase off of it, shattering. She looked up at him with
lust in her eyes, wanting nothing more than his sex, his cock, to
be fucked like the beautiful sexy creature she had forgotten that
she was.
    He pounded in and out of
her like a piston, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. Veins
in his neck looked ready to burst. He cried out, and quickly pulled
out from her warmth, taking ahold of his throbbing meat, just as it
erupted. Four or five jets of thick warm semen were shot from his
cock, landing with a splat each time on Trisha’s flat
stomach.
    Ethan collapsed on the
floor beside her, breathing heavily, covered with perspiration.
Trisha’s hand lazily toyed with the semen on her stomach, pushing
it around, into her navel, watching as it made her soft skin
glisten.
    When they finally made it
to the bed, hours of cuddling ensued with the couple rolling around
the soft hotel sheets. Ethan leaned over into her ear and
whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
    Trisha eyes closed as she
remembered the day that was designed for lovers and how this was
the best Valentine’s Day that she ever had.
    Far away, out of the
lovers’ sight, Nathaniel was sitting in the same position, mouth
ajar, eyes wide, in the same room, playing the same game. He hadn’t
noticed the length of Trisha’s absence, fully absorbed in his make
believe world. The last thing he would have thought was that his
beautiful young bride was lying in another man’s arms in a casino
hotel, giggling, talking and cuddling.
    The sweet smell of sex hung
in the air of the room. Ethan suggested they take a shower
together, and it sounded perfectly lovely to Trisha. The bathroom
was enormous, decorated in marble, and the dimmer on the wall
provided just the right mood lighting, as Ethan turned on the water
and got it to the perfect hot temperature.
    Although they had made love
already, Trisha was still bashful about being revealed in all her
glory. Ethan stopped her from covering herself with a towel, took a
step back, and gazed at her figure.
    “ You’re perfect.” he
said.
    They stepped into the
shower and allowed their hair to mat to their heads. Finding
complimentary scented body wash on the shelf, Ethan began to lather
the married woman up. The friction of skin on skin disappeared in
the sudsy bubbles, and they glided together smoothly,
slippery.
    They kissed, tasting each
other’s mouths and the hot water beating down on their naked
bodies. Trisha, almost without realizing it, reached for Ethan’s
manhood and stroked it. It swelled and ascended to her touch.
Turning away from him, she pressed her wet buttocks to