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    It was another night that had led us to bed in frustration; tired
from the day's events, irritated with the children, co-workers, life
in general, and eventually beginning to take it out on one another. He
led the way upstairs and I followed in a sullen mood. The bedroom was
dark save the light in the vanity area by the sink. I went there and
stood in front of the mirror, looking at my weary reflection. I
couldn't help but smile when I looked down and saw Fred sitting there,
erect and still glistening with droplets of water as I had washed him
earlier when I had found him a bit dusty, laying in his little bed
beside ours.
    I ran a sink full of hot water, and soaking a washcloth, I
lathered my favourite rose soap onto the cloth. I lifted one foot onto
the edge of the sink and began washing my softest places in slow
strokes as I noticed my husband watching me in the mirror. I dropped
my head down so that my hair covered my face, not wanting him to see
my reflection smiling. I wanted all the stress to flow away like a
leaf upon a mountain stream. I opened the petals of my rosy flower
with my other hand, rubbing them as I did so and bending forward more
than was necessary so that my spouse could view the delicate process
from behind.
    I could see his eyes begin to sparkle and the lift of the coverlet
at his waistline was a promising indication to what could ensue as I
washed in as an erotic a manner as I could muster. Slowly moving my
hand across those petals, feeling them begin to pout and swell against
my fingers as I kept them open. I dipped the rag to rinse it and then
bringing it back to my warming sex I wiped away the lather, cleaning
myself slowly. I slipped the tip of one cloth covered finger into
entrance of my blossom, shivering a bit at the coarseness of the
fiber. I rinsed the cloth again and lowering my foot from the sink's
edge I bent over completely. I let my petals close and moved my hand
down the front of one thigh and then circling around my knee brought
it up the back of my leg, caressing myself until I reached my
buttocks. There I took one cheek firmly in my grip and bending even
farther with all of my private realm open to his view, I ran the cloth
from my clit to my ass, pushing against it at the last moment and
letting a small sigh escape my lips.
    I could feel a tingling in my belly as the arousal to myself was
more than I expected. I was kneading at my ass and rubbing myself
roughly with the cloth. I found the cloth slipping away from my grip
as I followed the urgency of my fingers to tickle at my petals again
and then to flicker upon my clit as it pushed out. My nectar was
flowing ever so softly, wetting my delicate and feminine regions with
a slippery shine that asked to be caressed and sampled. I was using
both hands now on the insides of my thighs, running them up and down,
feeling my creamy flesh and nearly grabbing at myself when I reached
the pivot point of my pleasure.
    My fingers were wet with my juices and I tasted of them, so sweet
and inviting. Bringing myself up so that I could lean against the sink
with one hand for support I slipped one finger and then two into my
awaiting cove. Verily I began pumping my fingers in and out of myself,
feeling my juices flow heavier and hotter onto my hand. Then I
remember Fred sitting there on the counter, clean and glowing in the
dim light. I reached for him as I continued to finger myself. I knew I
wanted more than mere fingers in my ambitious arbor. I brought Fred to
my lips, licking the head in slow, circular motions and then slid it
into my mouth. I placed the base upon the vanity and began sucking and
moaning around it, moving it deeper into my mouth until it was well
wetted.
    I took the monstrous thing as it continued to glow and cast its
strange green light in the darkened room and rubbed it then to my
clit, allowing my hips to lunge at the sensation of this huge phallus
as it triggered my body. Its wetness from my own mouth created visions
of new and exciting erotica in my mind. I had lost my thoughts of
arousing my husband by this point until I heard his quickened
breathing in the room.  From the sound I knew that he was also
bringing himself to higher levels of arousal and the thought of him
doing this as he watched me only spawned my original initiative.
    Taking a firm grip, I touched only the head at first to my swollen
lips, pressing it there and feeling my inner muscles tighten and
loosen in their natural rhythms of anticipation. I bent over again,
grabbing an ankle for support and balance and then thrust the length
of eight inches and an awesome diameter of two inches into the depths
of my hidden treasures.
    My body tightened from head to toes. Pulling it out so that only
the head remained inside my sweet cavern, I let my breath out and then
again forced it's girth and stretching length into my yearning cove
until it became a rhythmic dance with my hand as I allowed my spouse
to watch as I pumped myself to a frenzy. I could feel my wetness hot
against my hand and slickening the insides of my thighs as I felt
first one hand on a hip and then the other hip grasped with the
gentle, but wanton strength of my husband. I began to pull the glowing
shaft from my body as I felt his cock press against my hand and my
filled tunnel. He stopped me though, guiding my hand to push the
length back into myself and pushing me against the vanity. He was
rubbing the head of his own cock against my wetness as I allowed my
hand to come away from the tool of my arousal and placed both hands
and forearms upon the vanity, taking my balance. I was expecting to be
filled from behind as he began maneuvering Fred in
and out of me.
    It was on an outstroke that he took his boon to my cove. He moved
his cock so that it touched the head of the faux phallus that made me
quiver and then moved himself and it into me. I felt the stretch, I
felt my tunnel tighten at the invasion of two swords being buried
within it in one deliberate seizure of control. My knees nearly
buckled beneath me. I whimpered and then moaned as he took control and
the one inward stroke pulled back and then in again until it was a
stretching pain that I quickly became accustomed to and enjoyed. My
arousal heightened in leaps and bounds and the change over from the
two within to only one was barely noticed as he continued to pump my
burrow with the glowing beast.
    I felt the head of his cock pressing to my back door, slick with
my juices. It was lurching on its own accord as he pressed it tighter
to me there. And like his first entrance it was all at once and I
nearly screamed in the pleasure of it. I was nearly over the edge. He
was going to climax soon. I could feel it swelling inside me as he
pumped me. And it was like a great leap as we pushed against one
another in the final ecstasy to the pinnacle of pleasure together.












 
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