**This is a work of fiction. You must be 18 or over to read this story. In real life, incestuous relationships often cause deep psychological damage. This story is provided for entertainment purposes only. All persons in this story are over the age of 18.**
_”Fuck James, your cock feels so good.”_ Jamie moaned softly as she continued to grind against James’s hips with his cock still buried inside her pussy. It was rare that she had managed to find an angle that she enjoyed while being on top of him as her legs straddled either side of him. With her back arched, she continued to ride with enthusiasm making her firmed breasts jostling up and down, her nipples hard and peaked between James’s fingers. Jamie had one of her hands gripping behind her husband’s thigh as an anchor as she moved harder downwards to thrust his narrow cock deeper.
Anticipation built as she realized that perhaps this was the time she would finally be able to experience an orgasm with James and not from her hand. Using her freed hand, Jamie grabbed hold of James’s wrist and placed it on her neck trying to get him to grip her neck in the hope that he would somehow get the idea to manhandle her, to choke her for her arousal. Alas, James simply stroked her neck lovingly and Jamie returned with soft moans to hide her frustrations.