It was the Science Department of the university wondering why Dr. Randolph hadn't shown up for his classes that morning. Then he got up and went to the bathroom. When Adam resumed, he saw his wife lying there, half uncovered, still sleeping peacefully. The large full mounds of her breasts, the ripe nipples were exposed and staring up at him.
"God, you're so beautiful!" he muttered, staring down at her nakedness. He could feel his male hardness rising at the sight of this beautiful creature who was also his wife. It was all he could do to keep from dropping to the bed and locking his lips to the softness of her flesh at that very moment, but he held himself back.
She needed more. Much more than that! Now Adam knew that his wife had hidden recesses of knowledge of which he'd never dreamed. He had seen her in action as she'd never been with him. Yes, it was up to him to bring that out in her again instead of just jumping on top of her and throwing it to her without preparing her well for it. The reward would be well worth it.
Adam leaned over and kissed his wife gently on the lips as though he had never kissed her before. Like Sleeping Beauty, she stirred, but slowly, as though she'd been asleep a hundred years.
"Mmmm."
Helen opened her eyes and saw Adam's concerned face close to hers. His expression was one of infinite tenderness. How long since she'd known such a thing as tenderness? It thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. She reached up, curled her arms around and pulled her husband down on her. One of his legs slipped tightly between her soft open thighs. Their bodies fell together with a suppleness as though they belonged together. Slowly, Helen moved her thighs up against Adam's loins as he ground his lips down onto hers feeling his already hard cock throb painfully. He could feel a bit of wet seminal fluid seeping from the tip of it. Nakedly they clung together, Helen beginning a massage with her whole body that pressured his cock-head until Adam thought it would explode. It was jerking and twitching, and he was afraid he would cum too soon, for he could feel it building deep into his balls. The recalcitrant husband thrust his tongue deep inside his wife's open mouth, feeling her suck gently upon it, nibbling with sharp, tiny bites that sent chills of desire racing throughout his erotically trembling body.
"Teach me some things!" he said softly to her. "Show me how to love you."
"Yes," she promised softly, breathing heavily into his mouth. "You want to fuck me now, don't you?"
The word was breathtakingly exciting on his wife's lips. He gasped and said, "Yes, yes, I do want to fuck you!"
"How? Tell me how."
"Long and hard so that you'll want no one else to fuck you, so that you'll forget that anyone else ever did!"
"Oh, God!" she moaned, "do it then. Do it Adam!"
The professor moved one hand down to the smoothness of Helen's naked buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped. Her body was so warm and soft against him as his mouth locked once more tightly to hers. Amazingly, Adam could feel her hand searching down between them for the throbbing hardness of his penis. The coolness of her fingers closed around its pulsing length, and he pressed his head forward to kiss her neck. Her perfume – or was it only the soap he'd used on her last night – smelled like fresh-cut flowers. Her lips softly gave beneath the harsher pressure of his teeth and tongue, and tiny chills spread over the surfaces of his skin wherever he touched her.
Moaning softly, Helen crushed the entire length of her silken body up against his, grinding her loins eagerly against him and opening her thighs wide to accept his body between them.
Adam felt Helen's hands searching over his body, exploring him eagerly as though she had never touched him before. His hard shaft was resting against the narrow, hair-trimmed slit of her pussy, waiting for permission to enter. Helen arched up for a moment, levering them both upward with the strength of her back muscles, and reaching under her buttocks with both hands, she provocatively pulled her fevered vaginal lips apart to give her husband's lust-thickened penis a greater contact with the sensitive flesh within. Now it lay the full length of the moistly throbbing opening. Helen sighed and dropped back to the bed, feeling his rigidity trapped tightly now between her full thighs.
Adam moved his hand up and down the soft curves of her back and hips as Helen began to undulate her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm.
"Oh, God you feel good!" he whispered down to her. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the skin, and the tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He could sense the hidden power within her, the strength that he had so long ignored in so many ways. Adam pushed his hands further down beneath the fullness of Helen's ass-cheeks, feeling them soft and warm in his palms, and pulled her warmly quivering pussy up tighter against him. With a low moan of heartfelt hunger, he slowly insinuated more and more of the thick hardness of his cock up and down within the split of her wetly seeping cunt, feeling it grow hotter by the second.
Helen was commencing a more intense rotation of her loins against his until suddenly her legs without warning moved out wide, and her calves locked upward against his back. He was pulled tighter against her naked body, and it almost took his breath away.
"Now, now, now!" she mumbled, her eyes clenched tightly shut and her loins moving provocatively against his willing cock. "Fuck me now!"
Adam started to move into her, but Helen, taking the initiative, moved her hands down to circle his throbbing penis, guiding it between the parted lips of her flowering young cunt. Adam groaned at the sensual feel of it, the parting soft silken hair, the sensitive, delicate tissues of buttery flesh, the inward sucking little mouth that wanted his aching penis inside it!
"OOoohh!" Together they groaned as Adam thrust forward with his hips and drove the thick pulsing hardness of his cock deep up into the quivering feminine opening, splitting it open and pushing the resilient flesh in rippling waves ahead of his masculinity. It was as though he had never fucked her before, and Adam knew that in a way, he hadn't. He'd never been so aware of this incredibly lovely woman as now. He was learning and learning fast, and as his long thick cock raced up inside Helen's softly clasping cunt and reached the depths of her quivering belly, he knew that he would fuck her again and again like this!
Her tight pussy was easing his in-thrusting member in, taking it all the way up, lubricating the passage with a hot, slippery moisture, accepting him bit by bit, swallowing him with loving attention. And then he hit bottom, bouncing off the spongy tip of her cervix.
Damn, we're fucking good! he thought. Momentarily, they were stir, and Adam could feel his fully penetrated cock growing and expanding inside of his wife's still tender pussy until it felt as though he would burst in two from the exquisite pleasure building in his sperm-laden testicles. Then he began a long, slow rhythm of fucking into her, fucking for both of them. Over and over, he gently thrust into the farthest depths, trying to pace himself so that it would last. And then he would make shorter strokes, pulling himself all the way out only to plunge jerkily back in and then out again, moving his cock up to the twitching slipperiness of her clitoris and sliding all the way back in up to the hilt.
He was driving Helen wild. And himself as well. God! He had never in his life felt anything as sensually exciting at this! Slow, then hard, fast, then slipping at a sideways angle into those soft, spongy depths. As he fucked, he took one of her legs and, pressing downward so that his pelvic bone pressed against the mound of her pussy, rubbed the sensitive spot of her clitoris.
"Oh! Oh, yes, yes, like this, fuck it, fuck it! You're beautiful… Oh, Adam! Adam!" she chanted, mumbling everything that came into her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back, with the scraping of her nails down along his flesh. Helen's eyes rolled uncontrollably as she writhed in liberated wantonness under her husband, moving and changing positions as easily as if they had been underwater. Their mouths hung open wide and unseeing eyes were glazed by lust.