As John pulled off her pants and panties, Fred groaned and looked up at her husband as he took off his own pants. He was so beautiful, especially when he was naked and aroused. She would never get tired of looking at him or being with him. Shifting again, Fred wrapped a leg around his waist and pressed up as he slid inside of her. It always amazed her at how perfectly he fit inside of her.
"God, John," she murmured when he started to thrust inside of her. She raised her hips with each thrust so he could drive deeper as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer.
Soon, they found a perfect rhythm, their bodys slidding against each other's. Fred closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the feelings she felt for her husband and the feelings he felt for her. She ran her fingers up his back and tangled them in his hair before pulling him down for a deep and lingering kiss.
She knew she wasn't going to last much longer and decided not to fight it. Fred knew she didn't have to say a word to him, instead she just thought it and allowed him to feel her impending orgasm. Digging her fingers into his back, Fred tightened her grip on him and screwed her as shut when her body started to fall over the edge.
And, when everything inside of her exploded, she let out a cry as she clenched around his cock and came.