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For the Dream of 5 Years: Chapter Four : Curing the Guilt

Schools opened in one week, so Michelle had to return to the city. Since Mike joined the school, he had been excited to meet his friends. His best friend, Dickson, had been calling during the holiday, and they had planned to meet up before the schools opened. Michelle and Dickson's mom, Shanice, took their boys out once in a while. They met each other through Dave’s friend, who introduced her to the Daves when she moved into the neighbourhood. She seemed like a nice lady. Mike and Dickson picked it almost instantly and ever since grew close. "The trees are moving so fast, mom!" Mike said, looking out of the window. "Yes, Mike, it's because the driver is fast driving. We are on the highway now, very close to the city," said Michelle fastening Mike's seat belt. It had been three hours since they left the countryside, and Mike had slept most of the time. Dave, Michelle's husband, had been waiting for them at home and had prepared Michelle's favourite meal, French fries and beef stew. He did a lot of cleaning because he wanted to have a good time with the family the entire time without anyone doing anything to interrupt their reunion. It had been three weeks without them or any help in the house. Their house help had also left when the schools closed, and she was to return the day before the school opened. Dave took this break to concentrate on his upcoming book, 'Bitcoin in Africa.' On this day, however, he would not do anything apart from giving them his undivided attention. "I can see daddy; he's there, looking for us! Mom! Mom!" shouted Mike, shaking Michelle to wake her up from her slumber. They had arrived, and Dave was waiting for them at the bus stop. Their house was just a few blocks from the bus stop; therefore, Dave needed no help carrying the luggage. They had missed each other and couldn't wait for those weeks to pass. Michelle's and Dave's gazes locked when she alighted; it was a moment of passion. Mike ran and jumped to hug the dad; he kissed him and took a minute to summarize the visit to the grandmother and all the new friends he made, including Dan. All this time, Michelle stood a few steps away admiring her husband and son, longing to hug them both, but she had to give her son some time with the dad. After a while, Dave spread his arms to embrace her, and she fell right into his embrace. He smelled so good, felt so warm and strong, and as they kissed, they whispered a few words about how they longed for this moment. They all walked towards their house, carrying the luggage, mainly farm produce packed by Michelle's mom in the morning before she left. They had a lot to tell each other; they laughed over their small chit-chat, waiting to get in the house and finally talk. After dinner, Mike was tucked in bed. Michelle took time to tell Dave about the countryside as they cuddled and kissed on the couch. Michelle took a quick shower, changed into her new lingerie, and walked into the bedroom where Dave was; when she noticed he was glued to the television, she leaned against the wall and released a huge sigh that caught his attention. "Oh! Me! My! I thought we were to wait until bedtime... you don't know how I've missed hitting that!" he said as he jumped over the couch and walked towards her, dancing playfully. He licked his lips and looked at her, top to bottom. He cupped her face with his massive hands and leaned in for a kiss. His eyes sparkled, his heart rate intensified, she could feel the pulse in his palms, and his smile was beautiful. Her lips were as tender as a baby's bottoms like always, and she released a silent sigh as her desire continued to build up. She moved closer to him as if to sync with his body and become one. She kissed him back as her fingers ran along his lean back; she took in his heavy scent that included a mix of a local brand of baby oil that they often used after a shower and during a massage. He seemed larger than he was a few weeks back. Maybe it was because he cooked and ate all the food alone. Dave was hungrier, burning with desire to devour her, but he didn't take off his clothes yet. He kissed her lips, her face, and moved to her neck. He knew very well her erogenous zones, and he had mastered the art of pleasing her even without penetration. He undid her bra, and her firm breasts stared at him, begging to be fondled and sucked. Her nipples were as tough as rocks, covered with enormous goose bumps. She had goosebumps all over her body. She had already started to tremble; her eyes had a sparkle he was accustomed to. He cupped her breasts with his hands and whispered something into her ear, which she could only guess was a confession of his love towards her, how he had missed her, or something like he couldn't wait for such a moment. He had to bend his knees a little to reach her nipples or lift her. He bent his knees, carefully ensuring his hands covered her breasts, and only removed his hands when he put her nipples in his warm mouth. He suckled on them gently, making a slow-motion rhythm that made Michelle cry out a melodic moan. She felt so shy that she covered her face with her palms and just smiled, paying attention to how her body reacted to her husband's romance. ‘Dave’ was as hard as a rock; he unbuttoned his trousers to create room for his bulging manhood. He was heated with desire, but he had to take his time with Michelle; after all, she had been away for quite some time. He pulled her pants down, revealing a beautifully shaven groin, and left it halfway through her thighs. He spread her legs a little apart, and when his warm breath hit her groin, she removed her hands from her face and held on to the wall behind her for support because she knew what would go down. He was so good at giving head that she dreamt of his mouth between her legs all the time. She rested her head against the wall and arched her body forward to give Dave full access to her heavenly place. ‘Dave’ was excited to get between her legs, but he couldn't resist torturing her with pleasure. This intimate moment was filled with the scent of Michelle's cologne, baby oils, and the aroma of the food Dave had prepared for the family. It was heavy and beautiful. Dave took his time to lick and suck every part of her heavenly place. She was wet, she trembled, and tears started to pour down her face because she was almost to orgasm. Just before she climaxed, Dave stood up and turned her around. He pinned her against the wall and wet his palm with saliva to lubricate his manhood. He pressed her against the wall, placed on hand on her stomach, and pulled her from the wall. When her body was arched adequately for penetration, Dave held his manhood in his hand and directed it towards her heavenly place. He was big for her; she had tightened up more than before. All the foreplay only made her wet, but the place was too tiny for Dave. "I'm sorry, love, but you got to let me in; I can't cum outside while this beautiful body is next to me," he whispered as he tried to push himself in. Michelle shrieked with pain and yanked her body forward, but after a few seconds, she bent over to give Dave more room, making it easy for him to slide inside. He pushed in slowly and carefully not to tear her apart. Even though it was painful to be ripped apart, Michelle loved it with a bit of pain. Dave made powerful thrusts with a motion that Michelle rhymed with and moaned to. He pushed in and out, spanking her so hard that her buttocks turned red. He squeezed her breasts a little harder, just like Michelle loved. There were moans, sweat, tears, and most importantly, pleasure. They moved from the wall and moved to the couch; Michelle went down on Dave, and all her juices on his manhood were all over her mouth, lips, and checks. She liked the taste of the mix of her juices and his. Dave was fighting hard not to release his cum, and when he couldn't help it any longer, he lifted her, placed her on the top of the couch’s headrest, and penetrated her so forcefully she screamed. He thrust so hard that she had a vigorous orgasm. Dave loved the sight and the feel of Michelle having an orgasm. It was so epic; her body jerked with violent shivers that Dave had to restrain her and simultaneously struggle to remain inside. Tears of satisfaction would fill her face, and she would try to cover her face with her palms or with some cloth or hug Dave so tight that her face would be against his body. He didn't want Dave to look at her during such moments. Nevertheless, Dave made sure he was looking directly into her beautiful face. After that, and only after it had happened, he orgasmed. They fell on the couch to catch a breath as Mike came calling. They ran for clothes to cover up before Mike arrived and asked for a cuddle before being tucked in bed again. "It was a beautiful and satisfying day," they both said and laughed as Mike started to doze off again.

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