Serenia sobbed as she ran back to her room, heartbroken. Michael had just passionately kissed her former fiancée in front of her, even though he was married to her. She sat on her bed, crying. She looked up to see Michael standing in her doorway. "What do you want?" she asked sobbing, turning away from him.
He sighed, "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He said, ashamed.
She shrugged and wiped away her tears. "Whatever. Go to her if you want. I need to change." she got up and took off her shirt and skirt and went through her dresser, looking for her nightgown. Michael walked over to her, and turned her around, "No, you are my wife, not her, I love you, not her." He said, gently kissing her. She let him kiss her, then asked, "Then why did you do that?" she said as she turned around and pulled off her boots and picked up her silk nightgown.
"I don't know, I guess my former love for her took over, but tonight I intend to prove to you that I love you, not her." He said. She slipped on her nightgown, which was almost too small, and looked at him. He smiled, "Uh uh, no, don't need that." He said as he embraced her, and inched the nightgown off her. She looked up at him, and kissed him passionately, all anger gone with the overwhelming happiness that he wasn't dead. She smiled, and let him slip off her nightgown. He kissed her cheek, and then unclasped her bra, her large breasts bouncing against his bare chest, her pink nipples erect and taunt. She smiled when she realized what she was doing. She kissed him, her tongue begging for entrance. He opened his mouth, and their tongues intermingled, teasing each other. He led her to the bed where she removed his pants, leaving his boxers the sole barrier from letting his manhood into her. He removed her panties, and she began to stroke his cock, slowly at first. "Serenia…" he moaned, taking her nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue. She arched forward, wanting more. He grinned, and thrust two fingers into her, causing her to yelp in surprise.
He thrust his fingers in and out of her, his thumb massaging her clit. She continued to stroke him, moaning as he thrust his fingers faster and faster. She screamed when her orgasm came, spilling her juices onto him. He grinned slyly, and began to lick his fingers clean. She ripped his boxers off, and straddled him, "I'm ready." She said. He nodded, and she slowly lowered, the tip of his erection entering her. She moaning in pleasure, and lowered herself all the way down, to the hilt. She sighed, and began to rock up and down, moaning and screaming. Michael said her name at every thrust, feeling his release nearing. She rocked, faster and faster, feeling his cock grow inside her, until he released, her walls tightening as she climaxed with him, there orgasms simultaneous. She sighed, and pulled his cock out of her, wet with her juices. She sighed, and laid on his chest, panting. "I love you." She said, "Can we go again?" she asked, looking at him hopefully.
"Yes my love." He replied, kissing her. She sat on top of him, ready for him to enter, when he suddenly thrust in and out quickly. She screamed his name over and over, rubbing her clit. She climaxed again, and rocked with him until he climaxed in her. "Thank you." She said, falling asleep on his chest.
"Your welcome, my love." He replied, falling asleep as well.