When Jane told Frank her plan to leave some clothes at his place so she wouldn’t have to jump out of bed at “0-dark-thirty” to run home and dress for work, he was delighted. He saw it as one step nearer to his goal of monopolizing her. He gave her his spare house key and shopped for her favorite breakfast cereal.
He vividly remembered their romantic days in Jamaica with no schedules. They were free to loll around in bed in the mornings and have sex any time. She seemed to have forgotten her husband back home.
One great thing about nurses is that they aren’t squeamish about bodily fluids or functions. He and Jane could curl up after sex and go to sleep practically glued together with cum.
He loved waking in the morning with her warm body beside him, redolent of the aroma of their sex. He always woke with a raging hard-on and a full bladder. She would roll onto her side, kiss him, then lay her head on his shoulder and rest her hand on his chest.
Then her hand would lightly roam over his body, down his abdomen to his thighs and under his balls. She never directly touched his cock, she merely traveled around it, accidently grazing it as she tickled his taint or cradled his ball sack.
His cock jumped and sent intense signals to his head begging to be held. When he couldn’t take anymore, he reached for it. That was usually her signal to put her lips over its head and give him relief. Then she might straddle him and make him lick her aromatic pussy before sitting on his cock. She was totally uninhibited.
After an intense ejaculation, made almost painful by his need to piss, he would rush to the en suite. One morning as he faced the toilet she came up behind him, reached around him and aimed his stream into the bowl. His cock was half hard again before he finished peeing.
Another time, she was sitting on the john when he came in to piss. She spread her legs and told him to let go. His aim was not perfect. She didn’t mind; they jumped into the shower together, and she made him lick her pissy pussy before he bent her over and fucked her.
Early one morning, she dragged him out to the water’s edge and held him while he pissed into the ocean. They were Adam and Eve for a week.
Jane didn’t tell John about wanting to leave clothes at Frank's right away. She was determined to make their life together better than it had ever been. She cuddled with him in the mornings, she pampered him at night, initiating sex frequently and lavishing praise on his performance.
In the beginning, after she and Frank got together, John had given her wonderful orgasms, not only orally, but she seemed able then to cum on his cock too. Coming home to him with her pussy dripping Frank’s cum was erotic in the extreme for them both.
But since they returned from Jamaica, it did not seem to work anymore; he was insecure and listless. She, too, couldn’t work up real sexual energy. In desperation, she even begged off the next time Frank texted her for sex. She was determined to demonstrate her love for John.