The little nubbin was swollen and erect, almost like a tiny cock. Tucker held tight to her ankle, pressing her upward leg slightly to the side for a better view as his sweet, little wife masturbated herself in front of him for the second time that night. This time, she was doing it knowingly.

Vivi locked her gaze on him as she rubbed her button, never looking away. As stimulated as she was, it only took a few strokes before her honeypot was squeezing the life out of him again. This time, he pushed into her one last time and spilled with a shout that could wake half the abbey, filling her tight gash with a massive load.

When he gathered his wits about him again, Tucker rolled off of her and pulled her back against him, nestling her firm arse against his hips. Vivi fell asleep within moments, and he buried his nose in her hair until he, too, finally dozed.

He awoke in the morning with his staff risen to full attention, the lips of his wife working hard at lengthening it more than it already was.

Tucker pulled her to lay on top of him and kissed her. “So did you enjoy our adventures last night then?” he asked with a laugh.

Vivi squirmed and tried to position herself in a way that her gash could join with his prick, but he wouldn’t let her yet. He kept his hands in place against her hips, locking her where she was.

She pouted at him. “Clearly, I did.” Finally, she ceased her struggles and traced a finger over his chest. When she brushed over his nipple, it hardened and her eyes widened. She looked up at him with a devilish gleam in her eyes. “Why have we never made love like that before?”

Tucker put a hand over hers to stop her diversionary tactics and chuckled. “I didn’t want to scare you with my needs. I wanted you to be comfortable with each new step.”

She tugged her hand, but he wouldn’t release it. Vivi narrowed her eyes at him playfully, then sucked on the nipple she’d just been playing with, rolling it lightly between his teeth.