He should have stopped worrying, but Sam was a chronic worrier. It was a basic part of his makeup. So he still saw every man that Mimi looked at as a potential threat. Every time she opened her legs for him, the threat evaporated, for a while. He needed the assurance of her hot cunt, the way other men needed praise from the boss or a winning score from their favorite team.

"Not so fast, Sammee… I want to see your cock. Get eet out for me."

Sam loved the way she said 'cock', the way the word exploded from her mouth. It made his cock throb to hear her. Slowly, relishing her interest, he pulled down his zipper, pulled out his swelling cock.

Her red lips formed an enticing oval. "Ooooh… eet ees so beautiful!" Her dark-thatched pussy wiggled impatiently. "Now, eat my cunt!"

He crawled between her thighs, his stiffened cock bouncing beneath him. He reached for the moist lips of her pink pussy and spread them wide. Her cunt-slit gaped open for him. A drop of moisture made her hole gleam like a diamond. He stuck out his tongue and stabbed her right in her vulnerable little cunt.

"Eeeeeeee… Her dark head, relaxed back on the pillows. Her eyes closed dreamily. Mimi enjoyed the wonderful freedom of being able to yield up all responsibility for her pleasure to the capable talents of her loving husband. She knew Sam would do everything in his power to make her feel good. And she loved to feel good. Oh, how she loved it…! Mmmmmmm… more… I like that… oui… like that!"

Sam's greatest satisfaction was to hear the sounds of pleasure burst from his wife's lips when he was loving her the way she liked it. He considered himself an expert on the little ways to bring a woman pleasure. Mimi appreciated them all. She praised him loudly. Her cunt flared hot and wet for him. She bathed his ego in lusty passion.

His hard cock swayed under him as he worked. He pushed her legs wide open and buried his face in her cunt.