All he needed to hear. Even before Arisa pushed him as deep as she could, short an inch or so thanks to Uther's hand pinned between them, her husband had reached his limit. He was cumming even as she trembled on the edge of climax, popping a modest load inside. Finally. It'd been so long, and Uther thanked her profusely, holding her still in his grip while chanting her name in between each throb of his cock.<br/><br/>Uther didn't hold her for long. As soon as the worst of it passed he eased back on his heels and slipped out of her cunt with a sigh of relief. His cock flopped out with a quiet suckling noise, spent and soft and trailing a thin line of seed that dripped between their legs. Besides that he was confident she'd hold the rest dutifully, massaging her ass while he watched her sex pucker and squeeze shut in his wake.<br/><br/>Arisa's husband had places to be, but doted long enough to take a soft cloth to her crotch and wipe her outer lips dry while he leaned back over her shoulder and kissed her lightly on the lips. A man as big and as hardy as him could surely go for several more tries, but he was a modest lad even now and contented himself with just one. Besides, he loved his wife, and didn't ever trouble her for a second time.<br/><br/>"If it's a boy this time, here's hoping he takes after his mother, the prettiest wife around," he gushed, waiting just a second longer to shrink in size before he could stuff himself back into his pants. After a pause, he brushed her hair aside and asked, "did I hurt you?" Whether Arisa just came, or if he left her teetering on the edge in disappointment, Uther was clueless to the very concept of a female orgasm. Just as Arisa was too kind to him to criticize his shortcomings, he was too concerned with her well-being to tell the difference between ecstatic pleasure and pain. Whenever she did cum on his cock in the past, he'd always assumed he'd hurt her, even if she reassured him otherwise.