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Hard Candy. That's what she called it.

A small, purple tablet meant to be held under the tongue during sex. It supposedly gave men lasting, enormous erections, the likes of which they could never sustain naturally. Of course that would be what she wanted for their honeymoon: not an all-expenses-paid trip to the Bahamas or a night out at some swanky restaurant.

No, Lexine loved one thing above all, and that was to have sex. All the sex, as often as possible, in all kinds of configurations.

She was absolutely insatiable.

Not that Wallace was complaining. He loved sex too, and loved having it with his newly-wedded wife, who he had been together with for just shy of a decade before they had finally tied the knot. The wedding had been less for them and more for their nagging in-laws, as both sets of parents had been eager to see their adult kids dressed up to the nines as they walked down the aisle. As for Wallace and Lexine, they couldn't have cared less for all that. Their love for each other was self-evident. Marriage, for them, was merely to appease their families, with the bonus of some officially-recognized legal rights thrown in for good measure.

For Wallace, sex with a large, voluptuous bovine such as Lexine was incredible; he loved having her on top of him, feeling the warmth of her pillowy-soft thighs cradling his narrow flanks, watching her pendulous breasts bounce and sway and slap against her chest with every hard thrust up he gave into that hungry, rapatious body.

Lexine, for her part, enjoyed her husband's submissive nature, his small but powerful stature; she often praised his enthusiasm in bed, how open-minded he was to trying different things. They had been inexperienced in both sex and romanticism when they first got together, but their compatibility was so perfect that it didn't take long for them to learn each other's needs completely, inside and out.

They could have married much sooner, but neither had seen any rush in it. They weren't going anywhere.

With the day's events finally behind them, they were sitting together in their living room, exhausted and happy. It was a warm evening; the curtains were drawn, crickets chirping a steady song in the fields beyond their rural homestead. Husband and wife snuggled together on the sofa, still wearing the day's formal attire, illuminated by the glow of the TV.

Lexine waved the little purple square in front of her husband's face with a coy expression. "Well? Shall we try it?"

Wallace glanced over at his wife, who looked angelic to him in her lacy white wedding dress, despite it being rumpled and misshapen over the day's proceedings. Her makeup was smudged beneath her eyes from happy tears during the ceremony, and one of her long silk gloves had a wine stain on it.

"Are you sure you're not tired?" he asked, tenderly wiping her cheek with his thumb, but only managing to smudge the mascara in a different direction. "We've had a big day."

"A big day I couldn't wait to be over with," she said, giggling and crowding closer to him, pillowy breasts squashing against his shoulder. "All that attention, all the ceremony. Everything took sooo looong! The one thing that kept me from losing my mind was thinking about coming home with you and having our own little celebration."

Wallace chuckled. "You hated it that much, huh?"

Concern must have slipped into his voice by accident, because Lexine's expression instantly softened. "Oh, honey, I didn't hate it at all," she cooed reassuringly. "It was a beautiful day."

"But you would have preferred a quick trip to the reception office, sign the papers and be done with it?"

"You know it," she said, grinning widely. "I'm not like my Mom. Or yours, for that matter. I don't need a giant cathedral packed with two hundred guests to prove my love for you. I already know you're my soulmate. No, today wasn't about us."

Wallace slipped a hand around her back and tugged her closer to him, resting his face on her bare bosom. The dress had a low neckline, enough to show off a portion of her impressive cleavage, but not so much as to be tacky or obscene. Wallace smiled against her fur, thinking of how that exquisite line belonged to him and him alone. Her fine, umber fur was soft and warm under his cheek, lightly fragranced with an expensive perfume he'd bought her as a gift the week before. As he shifted his nose up under her chin, the aroma grew stronger.

"You know I didn't need a big to-do either, but family..."

"I know, love."

"At least they paid for most of it."

She giggled again. "I should think so! They're the ones who wanted to see us blushing with embarrassment up there in front of everyone we knew."

"I enjoy seeing you blush," Wallace said, a grin breaking across his face as he craned his neck up to meet her eyes. He meant it; the way the pink bled through her fine coat guided him unerringly to all the spots she was most sensitive. Lavishing his attentions in those areas never failed to bring even more color rushing to her rosy cheeks.

"Well I have news for you, mister," Lexine countered. "You were blushing so hard, people probably thought I was marrying a red deer, not an antelope!"

She rose from the sofa, still waving the tablet back and forth like a snake charmer. Wallace followed, his groin already beginning to flush in anticipation of what they were about to do; he'd never taken anything to enhance their sexual experience because, frankly, they had never needed to. Perhaps in the beginning, when they first started dating-before he'd had a decade's worth of practice building his stamina to keep up with Lexine's incredibly insatiable appetite-but these days, he could go for hours without cumming, satisfying her over and over, sometimes six or seven times in a single night.

"I think the horns would've given it away," he said, keeping their conversation going as he climbed the stairs. Following the lovely sight of her silk-cradled ass shifting back and forth beneath the wedding dress, he couldn't resist reaching out and squeezing a cheek, making her jump and laugh and trot up the remaining stairs in a hurry.

But his mind was preoccupied. Where did she get this 'Hard Candy', and why did she want them to try it now?

Was he not satisfying her anymore? For that matter, had he ever truly been satisfying her before, or had she simply been settling for less than she wanted? Wallace's heart twisted at the implications. Lexine had married him, so at least she wasn't so dissatisfied that she couldn't imagine spending the rest of their lives together. But then... Why? Did she need more than he could naturally give?

What if she got bored with him someday? Hell, what if that was already happening?

"Honey? Is something wrong?" She had stopped in the doorway to their bedroom and turned to him. His worries must have been written all over his face, because she had picked up on it too quickly for him to hide his expression.

"N-Nothing," he said, a pitiful attempt even to his own ears. Lexine's face only tensed with concern.

"Are you... Would you rather we just go to sleep tonight?" she asked, tentatively. Wallace shook his head, panic rising like a tide in his mind.

"No! I want to make love to you. I want to make you the happiest woman in the world, to give you everything you deserve." He held out his hand. "Give it here, I'm ready. Under the tongue, you said? I can do that."

But Lexine hesitated, clasping her hands tightly behind her back. "Wally..."

Wallace bit his tongue in frustration. She rarely used that nickname. He associated it with moments of serious discussion, for apologies after arguments (which were rare) or times when she felt she had to walk on eggshells so as to not upset him. In all their years together, he'd heard her use it maybe twice before.

It only made him feel worse now.

"Lexine, I love you," he implored, desperate to salvage the moment, which felt dangerously close to slipping into some horrible new direction he wasn't prepared to confront. "You know how much I love you, that I would do anything for you. If this is what you need from me, then I want to do it with all my heart."

"Oh, love..." Her eyes sparkled with moisture in the dark of the hallway. She reached out and held his trembling hands, bringing them up to her lips and planting soft kisses to his knuckles. "What is all this, all of a sudden?"

Wallace hated himself for causing those tears in her eyes. All he had to do was bottle up his feelings and make her happy-how had it all gone so wrong, so quickly?

"It's just..." He shook his head. He had to be honest with her. Clamming up now would do neither of them any good. "I want you to be happy. But if you need more... If I'm not enough, then..."

"Oh, love. This isn't about me," she said, her voice quiet and affectionate. "Look at me."

Wallace dragged his sorrowful eyes up to meet her. "But it is. I-"

"Shh. You have it all wrong, babe. Come here."

She led him, hand in hand, to the side of the bed, and sat down. He sat beside her, hunched in on himself, terrified that he had accidentally said and done all the wrong things, cursing himself inwardly for ruining their wedding night.

"You've always been enough for me," Lexine said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "You really think it matters to me how long we go in bed? How many times in one night?"

"...Yeah?" he answered, uncertain as to her point. "Isn't that what this Candy thing is for? You have so much energy. I love that about you. But I can't match it. You always look so blissful when you're lost in pleasure, I want nothing more than to make you happy, to give you everything you need, but... I can't. Not without this," he said, gesturing to Lexine's other hand, still holding the little purple tablet. "So if that's what it takes..."

"That's not what this is for, silly," Lexine said, handing it to him like a precious jewel. "Listen to me. You take me to heights I'd never dreamed of before I met you. I'm the happiest girl in the world when I'm riding you, seeing you stare up at me with so much love in your eyes. But wouldn't you rather join me there?"

"Join you...?" Wallace glanced up, confused.

"I got this for you, babe, not for me," she explained. "Every night, you take me to a place so incredible, I've always wished I could do the same for you. I want nothing more than for you to experience every moment of it the same way I do. Every time I come, I want you to come too, and not have to stop in between. Imagine if we could keep going, until we're both drenched in sweat and sore all over, lying on totally ruined sheets with the biggest, dumbest smiles on our faces?"

Wallace's eyes widened, realization dawning over him. "Then... You mean, it's not that I don't... satisfy you?"

He saw something fragile break behind her eyes, some loving emotion that spilled out on a single tear. She climbed over him and settled him down on his back against the bedspread. She brought their lips together and kissed him softly, slowly, comfortingly.

"You satisfy me plenty," she whispered, her lips gliding down his neck, her warm breath beneath the curve of his jaw sending shivers down his spine. "Now I want to satisfy you the same way."

All the stress and worry of his catastrophizing thoughts abandoned Wallace in a rush, and he almost laughed in relief. The anxiety was quickly replaced with the heat of arousal, his blood thickening, pooling once again between his legs, his cock solidifying against the press of his wife's stomach.

"There's my guy," she teased, smiling as she licked and nibbled along her husband's neck, causing him to writhe in pleasure beneath her. "You poor thing. I'm sorry I worried you, I should have told you outright what I wanted from this."

"Don't be sorry," he said. "I'm just glad you weren't getting bored of me."

"Bored?!" She sat back on her heels. From his vantage point, she was a towering monument of beauty straddling his hips. "How could I ever get bored of you? Look at you, so handsome in your groom suit," she remarked, grinning and running her hands down his chest. "And even more handsome out of it."

Wallace watched as she reached inside his suit jacket and popped open the buttons of his crisp white shirt, one by one. His nipples hardened to attention as she ran her palms over his bare chest, her eyes growing dark with sexual hunger, a look he was intimately familar with. He couldn't reach the zip of her dress from his prone position, but it didn't matter; Lexine had fully taken charge, just as she loved to do, and had anticipated his desire. As she unzipped herself, the material relaxed and came loose around her chest, ample breasts settling with a bounce thanks to gravity and the sudden lack of support.

"You're so gorgeous," Wallace murmured, delighting at the effect the compliment had on her. Her smile was infectious. She leaned down again and recaptured his mouth with hers, tongues entwining in a hungrier, more urgent kiss than before.

Her dress slipped to her waist. Wallace planted his palms either side of her breasts and pressed them together, massaging them in wide circles, causing Lexine to moan against his lips and grind her hips against his groin through their clothes.

"I'm ready," he said again, but this time he meant it. Lexine peered into his eyes for a moment, making sure of his honesty, before raising the tablet to his mouth. Wallace dutifully opened wide and held his tongue aloft, until he felt the cool, dry object stick to the damp of his skin. It was surprisingly difficult, resisting the urge to pick it up with his tongue and taste it, or to chew and swallow as he might for a mint or antacid. But after a minute or two with his mouth closed and his tongue settled over it, he got used to the foreign object being there.

As it started to dissolve, his saliva became tinged with a citrusy flavor. "Tastes kinda like oranges," he mused. "How long do you think before it-Oh!"

His words caught in his throat as a sudden rush of blood flooded to his cock, thickening it fully in an instant. Even Lexine felt the effect, lifting her hips away so as to not accidentally crush his sudden raging erection. The pain was intense, and his hands flew to his pants, pushing Lexine's fumbling gloved fingers aside in a mad rush to free himself from the inadequate space. His member sprang free the moment he yanked down his pants and underwear, hard as stone and already leaking a steady stream of precum onto his expensive suit.

"Are you okay, love? Does it hurt?" Lexine said, hurriedly pulling his clothes off the ends of his feet and tossing them to the floor. Both she and Wallace stared as his cock, throbbing so hard against his naked stomach that it was visibly moving with every beat of his heart.

"Only when it was trapped," he managed. "But now it... Oh, god, Lexine. Touch me, please!"

At the urgency in his voice, she wasted no time, and the heat of her mouth was so sudden and so all-encompassing that Wallace threw his head back against the comforter and cried out in shock. Her long tongue curled around his flesh like a prehensile appendage, and she used it to stroke his shaft while she bobbed her head, slurping and sucking without any hint of subtlety or teasing. She was very quickly bringing him to orgasm, which at any other time would have been far too soon for his liking, but in that moment Wallace didn't care how quickly it would be over: it already felt like she had been edging him for hours, and he was ready to explode.

It happened so fast, he didn't even have time to warn her before it rocketed through him like a bolt of electricity. His balls drew up tight, his muscles locked, and his seed pulsed out over the back of her clever tongue, catching even her by surprise. As she let go, coughing and spluttering, her lips became splashed by another jet of cum from his still-tingling cock. Glistening now in the dark with its coating of saliva, it continued spilling over from a series of mini-ejaculations that showed no signs of abating.

Minutes passed, and his flesh lost none of its hardness; in fact, it felt even more swollen than before. "Lexine," he gasped, experiencing an almost pathological need for more stimulation. His skin itched with it, his groin aching as if he had endured an entire week of edging and denial. But that made no sense; they had sex every night, and Lexine never failed to fully satisfy him. He should be completely empty, especially after the orgasm he'd just had.

How did he already feel so desperate to come again?

He needed so much more, and he needed it now, like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. He trusted Lexine, but he had no idea how safe that tablet was. It was still dissolving slowly under his tongue, and he had never felt so horny in his entire life, not even when he was a young teen buck with endless natural stamina.

"Shh, I know what you need," Lexine said, but she still took her time squeezing the rest of her way out of the wedding dress, wiggling her hips past the narrowest section so as to not rip it, and freeing herself of her remaining underwear.

It barely took a few minutes for her to be kneeling over him, naked at last, but by that time Wallace's entire body had begun twitching and trembling with barely restrained desire. His fists had ripped holes in the comforter in his effort to hang on, to be good and lie still for her until she was ready for him. His cock felt like an iron rod at his groin, red-hot, straining to slip into the mould of Lexine's curvaceous body, yearning to be milked to completion by her powerful, gripping muscles.

The first delicate touch of her fingers around him made Wallace whimper and bite his bottom lip.

She guided him back, finding the parting of her puffy lips, which were already slick with arousal. Then her weight sank over him, plunging him deep into the close and comfortable heat of her body. Wallace's voice strained in his throat as he felt her flesh spreading open to welcome the thickness of his cock inside her.

She had barely sat down, his cock entirely swallowed beneath her, when Wallace felt another intense climax rushing through him like a bolt of lightning. Pinned to the bed by her broad, heavy thighs, he could only rock his hips ineffectually in his need for friction as he started cumming inside her, crying out as the sheer heat and pressure of her muscles dragged the orgasm out of him in slow waves.

Lexine's own arousal was clear in the red flush he could see crawling up her neck, and the swelling he could feel between her legs delivered even further pleasure to his still-jerking cock. When he had mostly settled down, her eyes slipped closed and she started riding him, timing every fall of her hips to the rhythm of the pulse of his heart. The result was such that every time she dragged herself back up, the head of his cock would press firm and rigid against the bundle of nerves deep inside the upper wall of her body. Every time it rubbed along that sensitive spot, all the muscles in her pelvis clenched in unison, the stimulation shooting directly to her rapidly swelling clitoris. Her mouth fell open and she started moaning, the pitch climbing as her pleasure grew.

Wallace could barely tell when one orgasm ended and when the next began; Lexine's rhythmic clenching around his cock was robbing him of all rational thought. The friction was so perfect and relentless that he barely needed to move at all for another climax to arrest his body and send his whole pelvic floor into another series of hard spasms, spurting even more thick, hot cum inside her. But as perfect as it was, he still needed more; in mere moments, he could already feel the need rising in him again like an unstoppable tide. Above him, Lexine's mouth hung open, her breasts slapping against her chest, her throat rumbling with soft mooing sounds she probably had no idea she was making. Her brow drew tight, her stomach clenched, and suddenly her muscles were milking his cock for all he was worth.

Wallace's pleasure spiked, and his overworked flesh gave her what she wanted in another series of hard, powerful jerks. It didn't seem possible that he still had anything left to give, but the hot surge of ejaculate pulsing through his cock was unmistakable, and there was no ignoring the mess of their combined juices leaking out from between them, soaking his hips and drenching their sheets. Lexine was already riding him again in true cowgirl style, sumptuous rolls of flesh jiggling and bouncing over him, her appetite only getting started. It was the only night in their long relationship where Wallace could remember having cum multiple times before she had even had her second.

"Lexine," he managed between gasps, "I've always... wanted to... fill you up... see you swell up..."

"I feel full already," she replied in a breathy voice. "Even your cock feels like it's getting bigger inside me every time you come. Oh fuck, this is amazing!"

"I think it is getting bigger," he said, wonderingly. Maybe it was the over-stimulation, but it truly felt like he'd grown at least a full inch in girth, if not two. His balls had almost definitely swollen, so fat and heavy now between his legs that he could no longer close them.

And every time he came, they only grew bigger. With every subsequent orgasm, his desperation to come again rose in urgency. It was as if orgasms were having the opposite effect than they should; instead of releasing the built-up tension, they were only increasing it further. Instead of finding himself emptied out and coming dry, his body was replenishing itself faster than he could expel it.

The tablet beneath his tongue had been dissolving slowly during the proceedings, delivering a steady taste of orange as it released whatever crazy chemicals were making this all possible. He estimated it had lost about half its size by that point, but whether it would end as quickly as it had started, he couldn't possibly guess.

Lexine's rhythm faltered and she came again, curling over him as she shuddered through it, grinding her hips hard against him to stimulate her twitching clitoris. In turn, Wallace's body seized and his cock renewed its eager pulsing inside her, his balls tightening with pressure as they grew even fuller than before.

"I don't want this to ever end," she gasped, panting breathlessly, brushing their lips together in a messy attempt to kiss him. "Please tell me you can keep going."

"It's no longer a question of... whether I can or not," he replied, wrapping his arms around her torso, squishing her breasts against him. "I need to... Every time you clench around me, it's like... I don't think I've truly stopped coming since this started."

It was true; even between each climax, spurts of heat continued to flow through his cock, making his legs twitch and his skin tingle all over. Shivers of pleasure never ceased crawling across his skin. If this was what it was like to be a woman and have what they called 'multiple orgasms', then surely, men all over the world were missing out on something heavenly.

Even when Lexine lifted herself off of him, allowing his stone-hard cock to slip out of her with a wet plop, that simple amount of friction was enough to make his blood rise to a boil and his balls to harden in preparation for another release.

"You wanna fill me up, you'd better not neglect the other avenues," Lexine said, offering a coy smile as she repositioned his member behind her. When she sank down again, the space was ten times tighter and firmer than before; not as wet as her pussy had been, but every bit as hot and welcoming. The shock of it caused Wallace to thrust up mindlessly without thinking, another runaway orgasm seizing control of him.

"Fuck- I'm sorry!" he cried, unable to stop his hips from bucking up into her, the dry friction of this new territory proving too stimulating to maintain his control. Her colon quickly flooded with cum until it too began spilling out, contributing to the mess they had already made.

"It's... It's fine, I'm good, keep going!" Lexine cried, her expression tight, caught somewhere between pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her gloved fingers pressed against the engorged nub between her legs, heedless that it might ruin the material, and massaged it in fierce circles that caused her thigh muscles to jump and spasm. "Oh god, oh fuck!" she chanted, the words devolving into strained mooing as she experienced her third-or was it fourth?-orgasm of the night.

As Lexine's ass gripped and clenched around him, Wallace took hold of her breasts and lifted them to his face, burying his muzzle between them. With his cock still pulsing endless ropes of cum inside her, he licked between her breasts, reveling in being smothered by them, basking beneath the weight and heft of them, tasting the sweat on her skin. When her orgasm had subsided, Lexine lifted his face to hers and kissed him once more, exploring every inch of his mouth with her tongue, a flame of hunger still evidently present in the way she still sought more from him.

She stopped suddenly, her eyes flying open. She sat up and stared at him, growing very still.

"Wh...what is it?" Wallace asked, his racing heart jerking sideways in alarm.

"I... How much of that tablet was left...?" she asked.

Wallace felt around with his tongue, but couldn't find it. "I think it was gone already," he said. "Wasn't it?"

"I think... I may have swallowed it by accident."

They stared at each other for several long seconds.

"Is that... Will it do anything?"

Lexine shook her head slowly. "I have no idea..."

"Should we stop?" Wallace asked, though he had to seriously force out the question. Absolutely no part of his body wanted to leave this position, still deep-seated inside her, still rigid as a rebar pole and already painfully full of cum again. Even the tiniest shifting of her weight was enough to wrench a moan of tortured ecstacy from his lips. The only thing that could have possibly made him stop having sex with her right that second was his concern for her safety.

"I feel fine," she said, examining her arms and peering down at her stomach and legs. "And I'm not ready for this to end."

"Me either," he said, lifting a hand to her head and drawing her lips back to his. He kissed her, slow and lovingly. "But you tell me the instant something feels wrong, okay?"

"I will," she replied. "I love you."

"I love you too," he answered, letting his head rest back against the comforter. His legs had been dangling off the edge of the mattress this entire time, and he took a moment to bend his knees and plant his feet. "I really, really need to fucking come right now."

That made Lexine laugh, and when she did, rolls of pressure rippled through her muscles and over his cock in a way that made his toes curl. He gripped her thighs and started thrusting up into her, but she grabbed his hands suddenly and held them hostage above his head.

"Nuh-uh," she said. "I want to play a game this time."

"Lexine."

His whining was met with a cheeky grin. "Keep those hands of yours up here. I'm going to get myself off, and I want to see if that's enough to make you come again, even without any movement."

"I can promise you right now, it definitely will," he replied.

"But can you promise you won't move at all?" she asked. "No squirming, no thrusting, even while you're in the throes of orgasm?"

"You know I can't possibly promise that," he said, though the very thought of trying was making his heart pound with excitement. As much as Lexine loved her games, he loved them just as much-perhaps even moreso. He loved it when she took charge like this, dictating how things should go.

He was determined not to disappoint her.

"I'll try," he said, finally. Satisfied by his answer, she let go of his hands and straightened herself over him, still sitting flush to his hips, his cock sunk deep inside her.

"Oh, and one more thing," she added. "No coming until I do, okay? Ladies first!"

She gave a little bounce over him to emphasize her point, and even that tiny movement threatened to bring Wallace over the edge.

This was going to be tough.

But he held firm, willing himself to remain perfectly still as he watched her slip one hand between her legs again and resume pleasuring herself. Her fingers dipped further, disappearing inside her, returning a moment later covered in a sticky mixture of their juices, which she smeared all around and over her swollen clitoris.

"Imagine your tongue doing this to me," she said, her eyes half-lidded as she stroked herself in slow circles with wet, silk-tipped fingers. "Imagine drawing it into your mouth, sucking on it, flicking it with your tongue..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Wallace chanted to himself, desperately trying to blank his mind. But her words wormed their way into his thoughts, and he couldn't help picturing it: the view of her up close, the salty taste of her sex in his mouth, the smell of her flooding his nose. His throbbing cock tingled and quivered on the edge of another orgasm, and it took all his willpower to keep his hips pinned to the bed.

"Mmmm... I love the feel of your tongue probing inside me," she continued. "I love sitting on your face, watching you lap at me so enthusiastically. Remember that time you did that after you had already come inside me? You were licking your own cum out of me, swallowing it... I came so hard that night, watching you... Oh, yeah... watching you taste yourself..."

Her muscles were beginning to squeeze around him again, a sure sign of her impending climax. But Wallace was lost in the fantasy of eating her out, his memories of that night playing out with such clarity behind his eyelids that he started licking the air, wishing he could taste her there again.

Her weight shifted forward then, and Wallace opened his eyes just soon enough to see her lifting one of her breasts to his mouth, nipple hard and pointed, as if mimicking the solid length of his erection. He welcomed it between his lips, sucking the hard nub and using his tongue to massage the surrounding flesh, which seemed firmer than he remembered.

"Yes, that's it, love," Lexine gasped. "Harder... Suck harder!"

As he did so, it felt as if her flesh was growing weightier; more of his vision became blocked around the expanse of her rapidly swelling breasts, and before long, his face was completely smothered beneath it, sandwiched between the bed and a wall of warm flesh. His mouth was pinned open, stuffed with a nipple that had engorged three times its size, and distantly he could hear Lexine mooing again. Lost in another world, he suckled at the teat in his mouth and tasted the first drops of warm milk; the sweetness shot straight to his groin, and he forgot all about their game as his hips started to buck against her with wild abandon.

The nipple in his mouth started squirting with milk, and Lexine's muscles clenched and spasmed around his cock. With no escape from the enormous pillow of flesh covering his entire head, Wallace could only drink it down as fast as he was able, the excess spilling out past his lips and over his chin, dribbling down his neck as fresh waves of it continued spurting over his tongue. At the same time, his pelvic muscles quivered with exertion as he drove his cock up into her again and again, every pulse of cum like the start of another, even more intense orgasm than before.

Muscles burning, exhaustion finally began to catch up with him, and eventually all he could do was shudder helplessly against the bed, trapped in place with Lexine still bouncing over him, his face full of milk-soaked tit while his cock was milked by the relentless grip of her ass. As she continued driving herself down onto him, chasing yet another orgasm of her own, Wallace drifted in a state of dreamlike ecstasy beneath her, climaxing sporadically with his balls' ceaseless need to relieve the pressure.

If much happened after that, he didn't remember it.

When he woke, he was still lying on his back on the bed, his shirt and suit jacket still clinging to his shoulders. Daylight was filtering through the bedroom's closed curtains. He couldn't move. After a brief moment of panic, he realized why: Lexine was slumped over him, snoring softly. She looked incredibly peaceful; he couldn't help watching her for a while, a tired smile stuck to his face.

The sheets were still damp around them. They were both covered in all kinds of bodily fluids; sweat, cum, saliva. Milk. Some of which had begun to dry. It was a mess, but Wallace couldn't bring himself to care. In that moment, he had never been more content to lie with his wife, having spent an entire night having the most mindblowing sex he would never have thought possible.

Lexine's boobs seemed to have shrunk back to their original, albeit still impressive, size. Or perhaps he had just imagined their expansion? So much of the night before was a blur now. He was relieved to feel that his cock was soft again, flopped like a cold sausage over what he judged to be a pair of fairly normal-sized balls. He thanked it silently for its brave performance.

His wife woke up some ten minutes later. He could see some of those same thoughts flitting through her mind-Did that really happen? Am I back to normal?-before her eyes locked with his and softened with affection.

"How are you this morning?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

"We need a shower," he replied, chuckling. "Look at this mess."

"Last night was a lot of fun," she said, her nose wrinkling with amusement. "Are you... Was it too much?"

"No. It was perfect." He wound an arm under her shoulders and pulled her in for a soft kiss. "You're perfect."

"You're perfect," she countered. "I hope you know that. What we did last night was amazing, but I hope you understand I don't need that every night from you. I just wanted to give you something special, as a wedding gift."

"It sure beat the pasta maker your Aunt got us," he said, joining in when Lexine laughed. "When can we do it again?"

Lexine paused, a look of mild surprise crossing her features. "Anytime," she said, a note of caution in her tone, "but you should probably rest up in between. And we don't want to become reliant on it."

"Good point." He hadn't thought about that. She didn't have to tell him outright, but he knew she would have spent weeks researching Hard Candy before deciding if it was safe to try. And now that they had, he could count on her making sure they continued using it appropriately in future. "I'm lucky to be with someone as thoughtful as you."

She hummed, her eyes slipping closed against his chest. Wallace stroked her hair, in no hurry to get up, and in a few minutes she was snoring again.

He smiled. He hadn't moved from this spot in hours, he was covered in mess, sore all over, and he couldn't care less about getting up. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the morning, picturing their future together-and many more mornings like this.