Crimson Petals, Forgotten Heart

Angela excitedly received the gorgeous arrangement of flowers from the delivery man, giving him a generous tip. How beautiful, bigger than any bouquet Chris had ever given her. And what a nice surprise, seeing how pre-occupied he’d become since starting up practice on his own last year. Well, she was going to give him a homecoming he’d never forget to thank him for being so romantic. She quickly made arrangements for the kids to have supper at a friend’s house, took a quick shower, changed into some more presentable clothes, complete with racy underthings, and congratulated herself on being ready at the entryway as she heard his battered old car pull up the drive. Self-consciously she pulled the card from the bouquet, taking in the soft flowery fragrance as she did so, reminding herself once again how deeply she loved her sweet, thoughtful husband. Angela opened the card, read the brief expression of undying love, and then gasped in horror as she read the signature. Her heart nearly stopped beating and she burst into loud sobs of grief and shame. For the name on the card was that of an old lover from years ago, not of her beloved Chris. Hideous, horrible, wretched flowers! She wanted to melt right into the floor to escape, but the door was already starting to open.

“Angela, what’s going on? Are the kids alright? Your parents?” “Oh Chris you’re gonna be furious. I’m so mad, so ashamed! How did the jerk get my address? What’s he trying to prove? That I could have always had anything I wanted if I had just married Marvin’s rich butt when I had the chance, instead of you?” She refused to look at her husband.

“What on earth are you talking about, sweetheart?” He grabbed her and held her close, knowing better than to try to kiss her at this particular moment. The sobbing got worse before it eventually got better, then finally slowed to where she was able to talk. She somehow was able to relate the confusing mixture of rapidly changing emotions to his slightly confused husband, who slowly came to understand how deeply hurt she felt. And while he’d completely trusted her during their courtship when she’d averred her virginity, he knew that she had turned down several smitten suitors before agreeing to marry Chris.

“I’ll go throw these ugly old weeds away now,” she choked, but she felt a firm grip on her wrist preventing her from dumping out the detestable flowers. For a brief moment the couple stood motionless in a kind of rigid wrestling match, hearts pounding, muscles tense and twitching. Hers because of anger and betrayal, his because of…was it lust that she perceived across the inches between them?

In another second she had no doubt about what he was feeling. She felt him bending her neck slowly toward himself to plant a tender kiss on her salty cheek, then working his lips lower toward her sensitive jaw line and down her neck toward the fine collarbone, lingering to lick the soft skin there. Her sobbing turned gradually to a sigh of longing.

“No Chris, this isn’t right, let’s talk about this some more, I’m way too mad at Marvin right now for this. Stop that! Can’t you ever think of anything else besides…Oh Boyy!” While his kisses had been erotically tender, there was nothing at all tender about what she felt growing against her thigh. In a tantalizing mind-spinning admixture of contrary sensations, her face and neck were being soothed and gently caressed by Chris’ lips and tongue, even as his rock-hard erection began dry-humping her slender body, with his strong hands pinning her arms like some wild beast. She became silent as if tamed like a lion before the master’s whip.

Her core melted on the spot, her knees grew weak, and her vagina was wet and aching, she subconsciously circled her pelvis against the rod of his manhood, contrary to all rational thought. And for the first time since he walked through the door she raised her eyes to look into the face of this man who’d been the only love partner she’d ever known, and saw there the eyes of the man who’d vowed to live with her in love for the rest of her life. And she was stilled and quickened all at once, marveling at how God had been merciful to allow her to choose the right man.

The man who was now clutching her buttocks with one hand and reaching under her skirt with the other, now ripping to shreds the lacy fabric of her panties, exposing her moist sex to the pleasantly cool air, all the while rhythmically driving his engorged shaft along the inside of her thighs. Her sobbing turned gradually to a sigh of longing.

“No Chris, this isn’t right, let’s talk about this some more, I’m way too mad at Marvin right now for this. Stop that! Can’t you ever think of anything else besides…Oh Boyy!” While his kisses had been erotically tender, there was nothing at all tender about what she felt growing against her thigh. In a tantalizing mind-spinning admixture of contrary sensations, her face and neck were being soothed and gently caressed by Chris’ lips and tongue, even as his rock-hard erection began dry-humping her slender body, with his strong hands pinning her arms like some wild beast. She became silent as if tamed like a lion before the master’s whip.

Her hands were now free, and her nails began to reach around and rake the skin of his back. Her soul was spinning further and further away from herself and into this new side of her man that she’d never seen before. As Angela swooned and melted, she was aware of both his hands on her bare bottom, lifting her off the floor, and yet somehow they’d had time to tear open her bra, where there was now a delightful biting and sucking at her nipples. Her arms reached of their own accord around his unyielding powerful neck, and she could perceive that she was being carried someplace. Chris’ still-clothed penis continued its ineffective assault against her womanhood. And then the familiar melodic strains of her impending orgasm began to flow almost audibly through her mind, yet new and different, as if played by an unknown musical instrument. And in a tempo she’d never experienced before…

She wanted to gaze into his fierce eyes once more to see if she could identify the source of these unfamiliar feelings, but as she opened her eyelids once again there was a sudden gasp from her lips as she was thrown over the edge of the bed facing away from him, knees on the carpet, her skirt bunched up around the waist, buttonless blouse open with breasts bouncing and swaying smartly between the seams, round tightness of her rear end high in the air.

And then the two flesh became one. The swollen moist bulge of his glans probed the soft skin near the front edge of her anus – what had happened to his clothes so suddenly? – and then he was inside her, entering her sex millimeter by millimeter, agonizingly slow yet unmistakably powerful, every vein and crevice palpable through the tightening grip of her vagina, now reaching the place inside that he’d long ago found would cause her great pleasure if he rubbed it long enough with his finger, only now it was the huge head of his rigid penis that was doing the rubbing and driving, all the while his hands reaching around to twist her flaming nipples, the shockwaves trembling down her torso to her groaning womb, through the G-spot and finally reaching her twitching clitoris, which through all of this had not so much as been touched by her man, so that breasts, vagina, clitoris all exploded together in a simultaneous cacophony of crashing orgasmic cymbals. The aftershocks reverberated through her soul, and then her eyes widened in the realization that Chris’ thickened rod was still on its way inward.

Although his hips were thrashing and rotating side to side, she could now tell that she had never yet thrust, and this somehow gave her even more excitement. And then at this moment she felt his hair nesting in the folds of her buttocks, his testicles swinging forward against her tender vulva, and – gasp! – the tip of the swollen penis sliding behind her womb and lodging against her cervix. She was completely filled with her man now, feeling warm and content in her fullness and oneness with her mate, but now he was moving outward again, only now it was a little faster, and the masculine fingers left her lunging hips, one of his hands seeking and finding – finally! – her pulsating clitoris the other reaching in to place a soft but insistent finger on the exquisitely sensitive outside rim of her anus. Her hands were now free, and her nails began to reach around and rake the skin of his back. Her soul was spinning further and further away from herself and into this new side of her man that she’d never seen before. As Angela swooned and melted, she was aware of both his hands on her bare bottom, lifting her off the floor, and yet somehow they’d had time to tear open her bra, where there was now a delightful biting and sucking at her nipples. Her arms reached of their own accord around his unyielding powerful neck, and she could perceive that she was being carried someplace. Chris’ still-clothed penis continued its ineffective assault against her womanhood. And then the familiar melodic strains of her impending orgasm began to flow almost audibly through her mind, yet new and different, as if played by an unknown musical instrument. And in a tempo she’d never experienced before…

She wanted to gaze into his fierce eyes once more to see if she could identify the source of these unfamiliar feelings, but as she opened her eyelids once again there was a sudden gasp from her lips as she was thrown over the edge of the bed facing away from him, knees on the carpet, her skirt bunched up around the waist, buttonless blouse open with breasts bouncing and swaying smartly between the seams, round tightness of her rear end high in the air.

And then the two flesh became one. The swollen moist bulge of his glans probed the soft skin near the front edge of her anus – what had happened to his clothes so suddenly? – and then he was inside her, entering her sex millimeter by millimeter, agonizingly slow yet unmistakably powerful, every vein and crevice palpable through the tightening grip of her vagina, now reaching the place inside that he’d long ago found would cause her great pleasure if he rubbed it long enough with his finger, only now it was the huge head of his rigid penis that was doing the rubbing and driving, all the while his hands reaching around to twist her flaming nipples, the shockwaves trembling down her torso to her groaning womb, through the G-spot and finally reaching her twitching clitoris, which through all of this had not so much as been touched by her man, so that breasts, vagina, clitoris all exploded together in a simultaneous cacophony of crashing orgasmic cymbals. The aftershocks reverberated through her soul, and then her eyes widened in the realization that Chris’ thickened rod was still on its way inward.

Although his hips were thrashing and rotating side to side, she could now tell that she had never yet thrust, and this somehow gave her even more excitement. And then at this moment she felt his hair nesting in the folds of her buttocks, his testicles swinging forward against her tender vulva, and – gasp! – the tip of the swollen penis sliding behind her womb and lodging against her cervix. She was completely filled with her man now, feeling warm and content in her fullness and oneness with her mate, but now he was moving outward again, only now it was a little faster, and the masculine fingers left her lunging hips, one of his hands seeking and finding – finally! – her pulsating clitoris the other reaching in to place a soft but insistent finger on the exquisitely sensitive outside rim of her anus. Her hands were now free, and her nails began to reach around and rake the skin of his back. Her soul was spinning further and further away from herself and into this new side of her man that she’d never seen before. As Angela swooned and melted, she was aware of both his hands on her bare bottom, lifting her off the floor, and yet somehow they’d had time to tear open her bra, where there was now a delightful biting and sucking at her nipples. Her arms reached of their own accord around his unyielding powerful neck, and she could perceive that she was being carried someplace. Chris’ still-clothed penis continued its ineffective assault against her womanhood. And then the familiar melodic strains of her impending orgasm began to flow almost audibly through her mind, yet new and different, as if played by an unknown musical instrument. And in a tempo she’d never experienced before…

She wanted to gaze into his fierce eyes once more to see if she could identify the source of these unfamiliar feelings, but as she opened her eyelids once again there was a sudden gasp from her lips as she was thrown over the edge of the bed facing away from him, knees on the carpet, her skirt bunched up around the waist, buttonless blouse open with breasts bouncing and swaying smartly between the seams, round tightness of her rear end high in the air.

And then the two flesh became one. The swollen moist bulge of his glans probed the soft skin near the front edge of her anus – what had happened to his clothes so suddenly? – and then he was inside her, entering her sex millimeter by millimeter, agonizingly slow yet unmistakably powerful, every vein and crevice palpable through the tightening grip of her vagina, now reaching the place inside that he’d long ago found would cause her great pleasure if he rubbed it long enough with his finger, only now it was the huge head of his rigid penis that was doing the rubbing and driving, all the while his hands reaching around to twist her flaming nipples, the shockwaves trembling down her torso to her groaning womb, through the G-spot and finally reaching her twitching clitoris, which through all of this had not so much as been touched by her man, so that breasts, vagina, clitoris all exploded together in a simultaneous cacophony of crashing orgasmic cymbals. The aftershocks reverberated through her soul, and then her eyes widened in the realization that Chris’ thickened rod was still on its way inward.

Although his hips were thrashing and rotating side to side, she could now tell that she had never yet thrust, and this somehow gave her even more excitement. And then at this moment she felt his hair nesting in the folds of her buttocks, his testicles swinging forward against her tender vulva, and – gasp! – the tip of the swollen penis sliding behind her womb and lodging against her cervix. She was completely filled with her man now, feeling warm and content in her fullness and oneness with her mate, but now he was moving outward again, only now it was a little faster, and the masculine fingers left her lunging hips, one of his hands seeking and finding – finally! – her pulsating clitoris the other reaching in to place a soft but insistent finger on the exquisitely sensitive outside rim of her anus. Her hands were now free, and her nails began to reach around and rake the skin of his back. Her soul was spinning further and further away from herself and into this new side of her man that she’d never seen before. As Angela swooned and melted, she was aware of both his hands on her bare bottom, lifting her off the floor, and yet somehow they’d had time to tear open her bra, where there was now a delightful biting and sucking at her nipples. Her arms reached of their own accord around his unyielding powerful neck, and she could perceive that she was being carried someplace. Chris’ still-clothed penis continued its ineffective assault against her womanhood. And then the familiar melodic strains of her impending orgasm began to flow almost audibly through her mind, yet new and different, as if played by an unknown musical instrument. And in a tempo she’d never experienced before…

She wanted to gaze into his fierce eyes once more to see if she could identify the source of these unfamiliar feelings, but as she opened her eyelids once again there was a sudden gasp from her lips as she was thrown over the edge of the bed facing away from him, knees on the carpet, her skirt bunched up around the waist, buttonless blouse open with breasts bouncing and swaying smartly between the seams, round tightness of her rear end high in the air.

And then the two flesh became one. The swollen moist bulge of his glans probed the soft skin near the front edge of her anus – what had happened to his clothes so suddenly? – and then he was inside her, entering her sex millimeter by millimeter, agonizingly slow yet unmistakably powerful, every vein and crevice palpable through the tightening grip of her vagina, now reaching the place inside that he’d long ago found would cause her great pleasure if he rubbed it long enough with his finger, only now it was the huge head of his rigid penis that was doing the rubbing and driving, all the while his hands reaching around to twist her flaming nipples, the shockwaves trembling down her torso to her groaning womb, through the G-spot and finally reaching her twitching clitoris, which through all of this had not so much as been touched by her man, so that breasts, vagina, clitoris all exploded together in a simultaneous cacophony of crashing orgasmic cymbals. The aftershocks reverberated through her soul, and then her eyes widened in the realization that Chris’ thickened rod was still on its way inward.

Although his hips were thrashing and rotating side to side, she could now tell that she had never yet thrust, and this somehow gave her even more excitement. And then at this moment she felt his hair nesting in the folds of her buttocks, his testicles swinging forward against her tender vulva, and – gasp! – the tip of the swollen penis sliding behind her womb and lodging against her cervix. She was completely filled with her man now, feeling warm and content in her fullness and oneness with her mate, but now he was moving outward again, only now it was a little faster, and the masculine fingers left her lunging hips, one of his hands seeking and finding – finally! – her pulsating clitoris the other reaching in to place a soft but insistent finger on the exquisitely sensitive outside rim of her anus. Her hands were now free, and her nails began to reach around and rake the skin of his back. Her soul was spinning further and further away from herself and into this new side of her man that she’d never seen before. As Angela swooned and melted, she was aware of both his hands on her bare bottom, lifting her off the floor, and yet somehow they’d had time to tear open her bra, where there was now a delightful biting and sucking at her nipples. Her arms reached of their own accord around his unyielding powerful neck, and she could perceive that she was being carried someplace. Chris’ still-clothed penis continued its ineffective assault against her womanhood. And then the familiar melodic strains of her impending orgasm began to flow almost audibly through her mind, yet new and different, as if played by an unknown musical instrument. And in a tempo she’d never experienced before…

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