Once I was fully inside, my hips pressed tightly against Betty's buttocks. Unlike before, I was standing at the edge of the bed while she lay on her side. Our bodies formed a sort of human cross.
Feeling the warmth and snugness inside Betty's vagina was like a small mouth tightly sucking and enveloping my penis. Betty seemed a bit restless now, though still asleep, her hands and feet began to move slightly.
"Slap, slap, slap..." "Squish, squish, squish..." The sounds of our bodies colliding and the wet friction of our genitals filled the air as I began to thrust back and forth, continuously moving my penis in and out of Betty's vagina.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Betty started to moan in her sleep. As I made love to her, I couldn't help but fantasize in my mind.
Betty hadn't woken up even now as I entered her; if Michael had done the same, she probably wouldn't have woken either. Damn, if I hadn't come back, my delicate wife might have been deflowered by a mere boy.