Sometimes it’s nice to simply make love with your husband. N..

Sometimes it’s nice to simply make love with your husband. Not all sex needs to be completely unbridled with a y0unger more virile lover. It’s certainly not what I want. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that the pussy hubby gets is as pristine as it was on our wedding night😆 Enter Jamarcus chapter 5 As I picked myself up and dusted myself off, hubby began to come around. “Sweetheart, are you okay? Why are you laying here like this?” As he sat up, his eyes opened to lock onto mine, and I was immediately reminded that I was almost completely nude and still a complete mess from my night with Jamarcus. I covered my breasts out of a reflexive sense of modesty and kneeled down beside my husband. “Sweetie,” I said, bringing my voice down to a whisper. “I don’t know what if anything that you might have witnessed last night, but you have understand something. None of this is about us or our marriage. I swear to God, baby. It’s just that something happened at the cove the other day. Something that made me realize I needed to step up to protect our daughter. Walk with me to the cove and let me explain,” I implored. My husband listened quietly as I explained my actions as we walked to the cove. I explained how Jamarcus had stumbled upon Steph and me bathing, and how Steph’s nude body had seemed to spontaneously awaken an arousal in Jamarcus. I quickly clarified that Jamarcus had done nothing untoward or inappropriate at the cove that day. His body simply responded in a way that any healthy y0ung man might. But even so, I explained to hubby that the incident had been a wake up call. “Sweetheart,” I said grabbing him by his hand and stopping abruptly on the trail to face him. “You have to understand something.” My eyes got large in emphasis of my next point. “Steph and Marty haven’t told anyone else this yet, baby, but they’d just started trying to have a baby before we came on this trip. She had her IUD removed about a month beforehand.” It was at this point that I seized on the opportunity to put the entire situation in the proper perspective. “Baby,” I continued, “our daughter is literally in her prime reproductive years right now and on zero birth control.” I searched my husband’s face desperately looking for some semblance of understanding. Not completely satisfied with his response, I went on. “Honey, are you following what I’m saying? This thing with Jamarcus has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with us or our marriage. Sweetheart, I love you sooooooo much, and I swear on my own life that I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me,” I finished. My eyes darted back and forth between his. I was desperately trying to gauge some reaction in his expression, but all I could glean was what seemed to be an immense sadness. “I watched the two of you last night,” he replied after several seconds of silence, his voice shaking. “I mean as much as I possibly could,” he clarified. “But even as dark as it was, I still had a pretty clear picture of how much you seemed to really enjoy it.” With this last sentence his voice trailed off, and he quickly looked away. I could see his eyes begin to well with tears, and my heart broke. I had to find a way to explain what my husband had witnessed. “Baby, you have to understand something,” I said pleadingly. “Look at me, sweetheart,” I said taking his face into my palms and redirecting his gaze toward mine. “A woman’s body isn’t always in complete alignment with her heart and mind. Listen to what I’m telling you. There is absolutely nothing about Jamarcus that even remotely attracts me to him on an emotional level. Not one thing, I swear to God!” Then, at the risk of undermining any goodwill I’d somehow managed to regain up to that point, I went on. “But you have to understand something, sweetheart. Jamarcus’s penis is absolutely gargantuan; completely unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. When it was fully inside of me last night, it triggered something. Something primitive. I’m not even kidding when I tell you that my brain completely shut itself off. That woman last night wasn’t me. I mean, it was obviously me in a physical sense, but I wasn’t completely conscious at that point. I swear, baby, I was operating on pure instinct.” “That might all be true,” my husband immediately shot back at me, “but it doesn’t change the fact that you fucking came harder than I’ve ever seen in our 30 years of marriage!” My husband now had tears running down both of his cheeks. He had seen, or at least heard, the cataclysmic orgasm that had ripped though my body the moment Jamarcus had inseminated me the night before. Instinctively, I reached out to embrace him. I knew there were no words that could explain my body’s response to Jamarcus. But maybe I could somehow show him that there was no other man who could hold a candle to him where my heart was concerned. That was when, as I held my husband tight against my bare breasts, I felt the unmistakable evidence of an erection. To my utter astonishment, my husband was exhibiting his first non-viagra assisted erection in almost a decade! This, I quickly determined, presented a golden opportunity, but I was faced with a massive dilemma. My vagina was still swimming with a copious load Jamarcus’s semen. I needed to make a snap decision, and I chose to go with the moment.