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2020-09-23 13:45:09 (UTC)

Some Send Off

As Mr. Curved Line prepared for our final round of fun before his sterilization, we had a date night. As is customary, his wife was staying with me and my family. We share a bed when she does, no dirty minds, it is purely platonic. All girly sleepover, no degenerative pillow fights. And I find that as we spend more and more time together, we are easier with each others' daily needs. We seem to naturally share whatever the other needs or wants, without much thought to doing so. It was in this spirit that I found myself nude, brushing my hair, fresh from my shower, while she brushed her teeth.

"As he will be out of commission for the next couple of weeks, did you want some time with him?"
I arched a knowing eyebrow at her. She got my drift. She laughed pleasantly and declined.
"It's so weird to be offering you your husband in bed! I need to get some boundaries!"
And we devolved into giggling.

In Mr. Curved Line's arms later that I night I related the story. He chuckled at it and hugged me to himself tighter. His eyes sparkled and I felt myself succumbing to his charms. I whispered into his ear that he made me weak in the knees. He gathered me up into his arms and supported my weight and kept his kisses coming hungrily. My knees gave out and I was caught up against his chest as my peak shuddered through me. I felt his strong arms tighten around my waist. His velvety voice washed over me.

Freed from his arms, he pushed me back into my bed and lay down next to me, He trailed a finger down between my compact breasts and across my stomach pulling down the neckline of my dress in his wake. I ran my hand along his jawline, cupping his cleft chin and drawing his face to mine. I hovered my lips over his, savoring the moment to tell him how much I wanted and loved him. He huskily returned the sentiment, meeting my eyes. Then the moment was past and he consumed my mouth. We fell against each other, every second a chance for more wanton exploration. He whispered to me to keep the dress on after exploring me enough to ascertain I was nude underneath. He rolled me onto my stomach and slid in me kissing down the backside on my neck and whispering his desires to me. His hand reached into the top of my dress and captured a breast. I was reduced to moaning and quaking beneath him. With his hot breath in my ear, I heard him tell me how he wanted me, not so gently. I turned my face in profile and whispered my agreement.

I felt him deepen and quicken inside of me. His groans filled my bedroom as mine mingled with his. The fit was breathtaking and I peaked around him, I felt myself contracting as he caught his breath. He rolled over me and repositioned himself, tossing my legs over his shoulders. I can recall little of the next space of time, save the ceiling and choking back my cries. Then he took me again staring into my eyes. While I caught my breath, he aroused new feelings in me and I gasped, biting at his shoulder. Each thrust our moans joined together, quietly dying into one another.

It was some send off. Lol.





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