Mike & Karen Ch. 01

Alexa was doubled over, shaking as she tried to control her mirth and with tears running down her angelic face. She looked at her nephew-husband finally, gripping him to stabilize herself in case she fell off the couch.

"Am I going to have to install a fridge in the basement?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Already one there, but you don't need to hide it. I'd probably just get confused about where it was and start eating my clothes by mistake."

"Well, we can't have that," she lilted, slowly rising and letting her plush robe fall away, revealing her glorious body. "But I think they might be onto something. How about you take me out to the jacuzzi and fuck me until I don't remember my own name?"

Alex pursed his lips for a moment, considering. "The jacuzzi's almost directly below their room, y'know."

Alexa smiled slyly and tossed her tiny bikini top aside, hear astounding breasts now inches from his face as she leaned in. "It's either right here on the couch or in the jacuzzi, husband-mine. I'd hate to have to call Fre and Jeanie over because you were felling indecisive."

Before she was ready, Alex had pulled her down onto his lap, sucking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hungrily, making her shudder and moan. His hands wandered around her body and she could feel herself getting instantly wet. Nobody made her wet the way Alex could. She clasped herself to him and whimpered, feeling him bite down on her nipple, just how she liked it.

Alex pulled at the string on the side of his aunt's bikini bottom and pulled it away, leaving her naked on his lap. Her hand snaked down, slipped inside his robe and began fondling his cock through his shorts. He began getting hard very quickly, loving her touch on his skin. Her slender fingers slipped inside and began stroking him, thrilling at his pulsing hardness.

"Right here on the love seat, is it?" she breathed, her eyes smouldering with lust. Alex lifted his hips and she deftly removed his trunks before crushing herself to him again, lifting his face and kissing him deeply and passionately. Their tongues tangled, and she moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands massaging her ass cheeks, squeezing them. "I'm not making it as far as the jacuzzi anymore."

Alex pushed her back, making his aunt arch her spine, her golden hair spilling back toward the floor while she held onto his sturdy forearms. She sighed in delight as he swirled his tongue around one nipple, biting it gently and tugging, the delicious sting sending shivers through her. Her sticky pussy was pressed against the shaft of his cock now, squirming in barely controlled eagerness. He sucked on her breasts until she was whimpering with need. The scent of her body, its desire, drove him wild.

Alex licked and sucked on her nipples until Alexa couldn't take any more. She pulled herself out of his lap and laid him down on the love seat, positioning herself over him so that her pussy was directly above his face and his cock below hers. Without any prompting, Alex pulled her hips down and began lashing her netherlips and clit hungrily, making her shudder and grunt, he back arching. Once she had control of herself, Alexa slid her mouth down the entire length of his member, moaning in pleasure at the familiar and thrilling taste of her husband.

Alex flicked his tongue against her pink nub and slid two fingers inside her wanton pussy, feeling her flutter and squeeze around him. Alexa groaned, bobbing up and down eagerly, his cock throbbing inside her mouth and throat. She used one hand to stroke and massage his shaft, twisting gently as it followed her mouth rhythmically. Her opulent breasts squirmed against his stomach, the two of them writhing in desire.

She then pulled her mouth off him and wriggled down his body, positioning herself above his cock while facing his legs. Alex dropped one foot to the floor, giving her room to shift around while she took hold of him. She teased his pulsing head along her pliant lips, both panting breathlessly with their mutual need. Unwilling to wait any longer, Alexa lowered herself, allowing him to penetrate and then sinking unto him fully, all the way to the hilt. She groaned loudly and shamelessly, beyond caring if they could be heard. It felt so good to have her husband inside her.

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Karen panted in pleasure as she felt her husband press her against the bedroom wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. Michael was holding her by her pert ass cheeks and plunging in and out of her pussy, powerful muscles spearing him deep inside, touching her very core. She grappled onto him and kissed him greedily, biting his lower lip. Their foreheads, shining with sweat, were pressed together as he fucked her.

She shivered and locked her ankles behind him, pulling him in deeper still. Even after nearly three decades of lovemaking, he still felt like nothing ever had before inside her. Everything, everyone else, was simply a toy or aperitif. She had never once regretted her decision, and once it had been made, she'd known she never would.

He pressed her against the wall harder, his hands moving up to squeeze her lush breasts. She shuddered as he groped her, his touch thrilling her. She was always jelly beneath his powerful caresses, the way he reverently manhandled her. She gritted her teeth, riding out the shockwaves of his herculean chest and hips thumping against her. Without his hands holding her up by her ass cheeks, she had sunk even farther down on his cock, sitting astride his massive thighs. His hips pistoned his manhood up inside her in a steady, relentless rhythm. She could feel her pussy oozing with her unashamed desire as they made love.

His fingers pinched her nipples and she keened, arching her back as much as she could when she was flattened against the wall. She writhed and trembled, tears flooding at the corners of her eyes as she worked on rippling and clenching her pussy muscles around him. Her hands grappled onto his neck, fingernails grazing along his skin. Her eyes flicked open and she gazed at him with unrestrained lust, making him groan in ecstasy.

"Let me cum in you now, Kar ..." he grunted, his body trembling, his thrusts becoming desperate.

"Please!" she gasped. "Cum in me! Oh God, Michael, cum in me!"

He strained and groaned, his hand sliding down her form to her hips and pushing, driving himself deeper than either felt should be possible. Karen sighed loudly, her head craned back as she fought the urge to scream. Her soaking slippery womanhood clenched around his cock as he began to spurt inside her. His hips jackhammered against her while she almost flopped like a rag doll in his lap. Her pussy drank his pearly offering greedily, desperate for everything he could give her. Her fingernails were leaving red streaks on his back, his powerful hands almost bruising her hips and thighs.

They sagged against one another, breathing heavily, eyes closed and foreheads pressed. His hands slid beneath to hold her up by her cheeks again while hers caressed along his back lovingly. The entire universe faded away, their existence no bigger than the bedroom they were making love in.

They kissed again, deeply, lovingly, and with a sense of worship for one another. Hearts pounded and sang of love unending. She could feel her cum, mingled with his, trickling down his cock and under her thighs. She shivered in rapture at the sensation.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, her eyes slowly opening. "Thank you, my love."

He smiled. "Love me?"

"Hopelessly and without reservation," she purred, rubbing her nose against his. "My devotion to you, my dearest, is slavish and total."

"I was just thinking the same thing," Michael agreed, enthralled by the most remarkable person he had ever known. "I've got no other way to be. I'm totally sublimated to my love for you."

Karen smiled warmly. "You are my ends and my means. More than anything else in this life, you give me purpose. And if that only purpose was to love you and serve your every need, I would consider myself the luckiest woman to ever live."

She unhooked her legs from behind his back and slowly clambered down off his thighs, parting his legs and kneeling before him reverently. She took his huge, still rock-hard cock in her hand and began kissing it, humming in pleasure, her eyes closed. She loved the taste of their mingled cum on his tool. Her mouth slid back and forth expertly along its length, her tongue swirling around it as well. Once he was clean of their cum, she stood, putting her hands on his hips and looking up into his eyes.

Towering over her, he smiled down into his wife's striking, amber-flecked eyes and caressed her cheek. Her beauty stunned him, even after all this time, making him wonder what he'd ever done to have her consider him worthy of her love. He could see her eternal devotion in those eyes, his source of strength and joy in all things.

"You're not done with me just yet, are you?" she asked, giving him a saucy smirk.

"Perish the thought, princess. .." he chuckled, bending down to scoop her up into his powerful arms and carrying her over to the bed. Her laid her down and she splayed herself across the silken sheets, languorous and seductive. Her hands covered her breasts coyly as she smiled at him. Kneeling now on the bed, he parted her legs and her eyes shone as she displayed herself to him without shame.

He leaned down, his arms on either side of her shoulders. She parted her legs, trembling as she felt his cockhead at the entrance of her pussy again. They looked into one another's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, lost in what they saw there.

"There is only you, my dearest love," Michael said, his lips close to Karen's almost kissing her. "And with my body, I thee worship ..."

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Author's Notes: Welcome, ladies and gents, to the next foray into the world of Alex and Alexa. If you have two neurons to rub together, you will have concluded by now that a new format is being used. Alex is not our narrator anymore. Yes, we will absolutely continue to follow the romance and adventures of our young, incestuous couple, but also to be front and center is the story of how Mike and Karen met and became the power couple that Alex and Alexa aspire to be. Mike and Karen are madly, madly in love, and I only hope my writing skills are up to describing it properly.

I have had literally scores of readers message me (thank you for that, beeteedubs, to quote Jeanie), asking about Mike and Karen and how they met. True, we have found out that they met during their university years in a karaoke bar, but let's face it, there's no way their romance wasn't epic in its formation, is there? So, in light of all these requests, I've decided that this will be the next arc.

Now doubtless, the knuckle-draggers and cretins will be having tantrums and PM'ing me and leaving moronic reviews, because that's what I'm just used to them doing now. This is going to be a very plot-driven arc, with lots of sex along the way, integral but not central to the larger story. There's also going to be a lot of music and karaoke, not because I indulge in it much, but because it's often the easiest way to get music into the story that means something to me. Music is life, y'know.

A warning: the story clearly contains real-time plot elements, along with a heavy focus on flashbacks. If that sort of thing confuses and enrages you, because you couldn't follow the plot of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms, well, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. Bye, Felicia.

To my dedicated and 'sane' readers, my apologies for the snide comments above in the Author's Notes, they're not directed at you. They meant for the trolls and dimwits, to let them know how little I think of them. Please indulge me. Yes, the entire cast is back, including Jeanie and Freja, not to mention new characters featured in the flashbacks. I hope you enjoy them.

Last, but not least, this is (hopefully) a New Year's surprise. I knew I was going to give everyone a teaser of what 2018 had in store for readers of Alex and Alexa. Seriously, though, once this chapter is sprung on you, I am actually spending some time on other stories that need to advance. I just wanted to whet your appetites, let you see what I had planned.

Happy new year, ya freaky little monkeys.

Keep your stick on the ice!

- Management