Martin didn't let himself tell that twice. He had never taken the chance, deliberately chosen to love Elly physically as well, to be focused on her, on seeking what she might find pleasant. Now he had a second chance, in the dead of night, and he would be crazy not to seize it with both hands!

Quickly he flicked on his bedside lamp, which earned him an indignant response from Elly.

"Sorry girl, but I want to see you, I want to see it when you're struggling, and I want to see it when you're enjoying, get it?"

Without waiting for her answer, he grabbed her face with both hands and began to kiss her, butterfly lightly caressing her lips with his.

With surprise, her lips parted slightly. Ha, next invitation, Martin thought. Very quietly he slid his tongue between her lips into her mouth, exploring, and met her tongue. He saw her eyes grow big with surprise. It lasted only a moment, then he saw her surprise turn into something resembling joy as her tongue began to respond to his. They caressed each other, pushed each other, danced around each other.

He withdrew his tongue, letting it caress her lips. He scraped his teeth across her lower lip and bit into it gently, nibbling on it, and was surprised by the ooh's and aah's that came out of her throat. She put her hands on his neck, letting her fingers fumble through his hair.

Wonderful, she went all in on their lovemaking. He continued, kissing along her jaws, to her neck, between her breasts towards her navel. He noticed that by moving her upper body, she was trying to entice him to kiss or caress her breasts, but he was drawing his own plan.

He teased her navel by circling it with the tip of his tongue. She giggled like a girl, and he took that as a good sign. His lovely wife had hardly been a real girl. And this...boy, what a catch-up!

As he continued to caress her belly with his lips, his hands slid toward her breasts. He caressed the smooth skin, so wonderfully soft. He lifted his head slightly to look. "So beautiful, your breasts are so beautiful." He looked at her for a moment and sighed, "Thank you, for this new opportunity..."

As he continued to caress her soft skin, his lips went to a nipple, placed a kiss on it. He took her nipple gently between his lips and moved it back and forth slightly between his lips. He felt Elly tremble and heard how she began to pant more and more.

His tongue began to tease her nipple, just for a moment. He looked up, saw that she was staring at him with open mouth and hazy eyes. He looked at her questioningly, she nodded, her mouth slightly forming into a smile.

"They're so cute, those little ones on your breasts," Martin teased.

"Puber!" she whispered with a chuckle.

"I won't let you tell me that twice, I do want to be a puber."

He began circling her one nipple with his tongue, and then her other. Her arousal was growing, and it made him yearn for more. He had seen in a movie how a woman was brought to climax over and over again with all kinds of tools. Deep inside he was convinced that with a loving approach this should be possible at least as well.

His tongue played on her one nipple, while a finger from his one hand began to stroke the other nipple. His other hand caressed her belly, moving toward her lower belly and disappearing into her panties. He felt her squirming as she pressed her pubic bone against his hand. Her desire was palpable, almost compelling.

His mouth released her breast, but his hand continued, while his other hand gently massaged her labia.

As she began to breathe more and more heavily and softly called out "Oh Martin," he pulled off her underpants. He caressed her legs with both hands, from bottom to top. Finally, he stroked the inside of her thighs, letting his hand crawl agonizingly slowly up her legs, going back a little at a time and stroking further up again.

Elly kept panting, whispering, "Oh, Martin!"

She moved her hips, as if her pubic area sought his hand. He put his hand on it, stroking her labia, causing her to open her legs wide for him, inviting him.

"Then come, Martin, come!" she whispered compellingly, desperately longing, but he shook his head. It wasn't his turn yet, he wanted to give her everything in his possibilities first. And so far that proved to be more than he had ever imagined. She tilted her pelvis as far as she could, longing for him to come inside her anyway. He had never seen that desire in her before, and that gave him pause for thought....

Martin thought of the possibility, which she had offered him in her dream. With his forefinger he entered her. She responded to that, too. She began to move up and down as if he had brought his penis inside. He let her go for a moment, but then pulled his finger out again, wet with her warm moisture, and began to caress her clitoris with small circles. He felt her body stiffen and looked at her, startled, wondering what was wrong. Before he could say anything, she shot over the top and began to jerk in all ferocity. She grabbed his upper arm, while her other hand dug into the sheet for a hold. "Oh Martin! This! Oh!!!"

Gently he continued to stroke her clitoris and her one nipple.

Elly was shooting in all directions for her senses. Wanted to escape, but also wanted more. This, this was so scary, but also so wonderful! So... impossible to describe!

The caressing became less and her body slowly settled down.

Martin looked at her smiling and questioning: "Good to be repeated?"

"Oh yes, but not now, I'm exhausted, so tired, so, I don't know. Yes, I do want to, now, yes I do, do you think that's possible?"

Martin smiled, "Who doesn't dare, who doesn't win, I'll try if I can chase you over the top again. Same mountain or a higher one?"

She laughed pantingly, "Even higher? Is that possible?"

"Well yes," said Martin overconfidently, "until we reach the top of Mount Everest!"

"Oh yes!" laughed Elly, "let's climb that one, nice view!"

Martin chuckled at her overconfidence and began caressing her again, everywhere he had done before, but more firmly, more passionately. In between, he squeezed her hips firmly, letting his hands slide under her buttocks and squeezing them while he kissed her just above her pubic bone, making circles with his tongue there, challenging her to expect more. And yes, she shot up with her pelvis.

It didn’t take long, before Elly came thundering over the top again, more violently than the first time. Judging by her sounds, she was thoroughly enjoying it.

He quickly took off his underpants, for later, for the third round. He hoped he would last this long. His genitals had been excited and longing for some time, and now looked thick and firm.

Elly looked at him glassily: "Was 'm already, that Mount Everest? No huh? Try it again? Oh Martin, I've got a taste for it!"

Martin laughed: "Yeah, third time's the charm, we start at the foot of Mount Everest and run up!"

Elly laughed, silly guy! She didn't get a chance to respond, he chased her with his eager hands. He sat straddling her, massaged both her breasts, sucked on one nipple, which earned him a moan, and began to lick fanatically over it, teasing the other with his index finger. Moving his lower body, he aroused her lower body further. And when he noticed she was racing toward the top, he came up slightly, letting his penis tease her clit, and entered her the moment she reached the top of her Mount Everest.

Slowly he moved inside her, enjoying the furious shocks that surrounded him, enjoying her enthusiastic cries. He realized that he himself had never felt this way before either, that together they had missed the best of the best.

He couldn't hold on any longer, as her violent shocks massaged his already hypersensitive penis.

At first Elly shocked, without any control, but when Martin started moving at a steady rhythm, she managed to meet him. She moved at his pace, right against his movement. This, this was so intense, this went so deep!

Martin groaned, calling her name as he cummed. Elly had already wrapped her arms around him, but now pulled him closer to her.

He let himself fall onto her, into her embrace, feeling finely unconscious but also very much aware of the intense feelings still racing through his body.

Very briefly he lifted his head: "This, all dear girl, is the beginning of our new life. And a good start is half the battle, so we'll get there!" With those happy words, he let himself fall limply over her again as she stroked his back and head.

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