Lucas and Sanaii: Scenes from a Life

“ Oooooh...ah...ah...ah...yes....oh baby yessssss!”

Sanaii climaxed again and screamed as Jared pounded her pussy savagely from behind as she lay on her side. Jared’s stamina was frightening at times. True to Luc’s prediction, Jared had fucked her mouth and pussy in ever conceivable position he could bend her flexible body into. She was dripping with sweat and cum, every surface of her body felt like a raw nerve. He put a hurtin’ on her pussy so good, she felt faint.

When she felt Jared’s long fingers working lube into her ass, she finally surrendered.

“Oh please, Jay mercy… no more.”

Breathing heavily, he rubbed her full tits in his hands.

“You don’t like me in your ass?”

“ I love you in my ass, just not tonight. I’m so exhausted.” said Sanaii, reaching behind her to rub her hand lovingly against his sweaty muscular thigh.

Jared kissed the back of her neck and resumed his fuck at a gentler pace. In a minute he was coming, pushing into her so deep she felt her cheek smash flat against the bed. He cursed and then cupped his hand over her pussy to press her cunt lips closed around his cock as if to keep his cream from dripping out of her too soon. He cradled her as he softened inside before he withdrew.

Sanaii was halfway to sleep when she heard his voice in her ear.

“Do I satisfy you, Sanaii?”

“What?” asked Sanaii foggily not sure if she heard him right.

Jared stroked her arm, feeling ashamed he let his head fall against her shoulder. He was not raised to be an insecure little man. He knew he was not a perfect man or a rich like Luc, but he believed himself to be a good father, a good husband and good lover. Sanaii seemed pleased. But he could not shake the memory of Sanaii and Lucas interacting, holding their son. There was a spark- a connection so strong between them, something more than just being little Tee’s parents. He saw it in their eyes when they looked at each other, and it scared him.

“Do I satisfy you?” he repeated softly

Sanaii heard an uncharacteristic vulnerability in her husband’s voice. She knew it wasn’t always easy for Jared to deal with Luc, but she thought Luc’s impending marriage would have put him more at ease. Sanaii turned slowly in his arms,ran her hands over his closely cropped hair and kissed his full, beautiful lips.

“ You’re beautiful, Jay. Every time I see you I can’t believe you’re mine and I’m yours. I can’t look at you without wanting you- all of you...”

She slowly slid her hand down to gently fist his half-hard cock. The foreskin stretched like silk over the blooming dark head. She reached lower and cupped his heavy balls, bringing him to full mast

Moaning he rolled onto his back, bringing her to lie on top of him. As tight and sore as she was she gingerly managed to stuff him into her.
He was passive except for his hands alternating stroking her hips, ass, and breasts gently.

Whispering between kisses, she began to gently rock herself back and forth on him.
“ You’re so good to me and Tee... and you feel so good inside me.”

Sanaii reached back her hand and gently rubbed his balls to increase his pleasure. He grunted and dug his fingers into her hips indicating how much he liked it. Jared started to gently thrust up and she slid up and down his dick a little faster as her words excited him

“ After Tee is a little older, I want you to give me another baby. A little girl this time…with dark eyes just like her daddy. Would you like that, Jay?”

“ Ah Si! Yes fuck yes!” Jared shouted excited as came. He grasped her tightly to him

“You satisfy me in everyway, ” Sanaii soothed him with kisses while brushing wetness that could have been sweat or tears from his face, “ You’re my man. I love you.”

“ Sanaii, ama..voce minha vida...don’t ever leave me, morena...don’t ever go.” he murmured clutching her smooth dark back.

“Never,” she promised cradling his head against her breasts, “never.”

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Her hand was shaking. Why couldn’t she stop her hand from shaking?

*You’re losing it, girl. It’s all lost.*

Sanaii sat on the edge of her bed. Her hand trembling as it closed around Jared’s reading glasses still lying so casually next to the bed waiting for the next time his favorite Portuguese magazine came for him to read.

There wouldn’t be a next time .

After 5 years of marriage, her husband was dead. He was killed by a drunk driver on his way home from work.

Sanaii had gotten through the wake, the funereal, the endless reception of family and friends, and the insurance paperwork with a dogged resolve to stay strong and calm for Etienne who at 6 couldn’t accept that his Poppy Jay would never come home, never sing songs with him, and do flips in the backyard with him again. He cried his little body into exhaustion time and time again. Sanaii reckoned maybe he cried her tears, too. She felt like half formed ice, a thin veneer of solidness covering cold formlessness. No manner of hugs, phone calls, well wishes or flowers could break her- nothing except those damn glasses sitting by the bedside, waiting for what would never come again.

She had just enough strength left in her trembling hand to squeeze and squeeze the thin frames until they snapped, the thin wires jabbing into her palm.

Blood welled to the surface and then the tears came, violently breaking the skin of her grief.

She let her head fall back on her neck and screamed Jared’s name.

“Mommy!” called little Tee running into her room.

She snapped her mouth closed, but the tears wouldn’t stop. The shaking wouldn’t stop and when her baby launched himself into her arms she held him as if only he could keep her from falling off the edge of the earth.