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I don’t remember whether it was this site, or EroticXXXStories that has rules against using song lyrics, but I’m paraphrasing here, intentionally…
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“Honey?” I looked up from the news, and my wife leaned over the railing, “Can you cum up and take a look at something for me?”
Holding her robe closed, but the bottom hanging out enough to see her pubes. Backlit by the ultraviolet light, I got up. “Roxanne,” I can’t sing, “You don’t have to put on the blacklight.” Not even going to even try to go that high.
I came around the top of the spiral staircase, to see her toolbag on the dresser.
“What seems to be the problem,” I hitched up my pants by the belt loops, “Miss?” Picked it up, and carried it across the loft, but before I made it to the mistress bathroom, she already turned, and disappeared within.
“There’s something wrong with the drain,” she bent over the side of the bath tub, “It won’t go down.”
The robe pulled up to flash me a peek at her bunny tail, so I dropped the toolbag on the sink. “Well, I’m going to have to snake it.” The long silver dong curled up in the top, I know she washes it, but still. I still hesitate to touch it, not knowing which end went in where, but she got up, and brushed past me.
Still holding the top of her bathrobe closed over the crease of her cleavage, but red faced, and almost panting. “Huh, I’ll leave you to it.”
The door closed with a quiet clunk, so I shook my head, and bent over to fish out the plug by the chain. “Well, there’s yer problem!” It chuckled, and sucked, with a hollow throaty sound when the whirlpool reached the bottom, but by then I had my shirt off, and checked the sink to see the bag was gone, double dong, and all. I took a piss while I was in there, and flushed, then turned off the light, and cracked the door to see her on the bed.
Of course, she had it bent up from her ass, like some obscene tail from one of those weird Japanese sex cartoons she watched, but when I came out, “Just a hairclog.” I looked over at the big-screen for some idea what the fantasy was tonight.
A couple of dicks, being pumped in fists, with the knuckles slipping up, and down. Thumbs around their fingers, so a threesome, of sorts. “Huh, I think I have another clog here.”
“I can fix that,” I dropped my pants, and pulled by shirt off. “It’s tricky if you don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m going to have to use a special tool.”
“Huh,” she let go, so the end flopped out from her pubes, “That’s why i called a specialist, I can’t do it myself.” It bounced on the mattress, then wagged obscenely from wiggling out to the edge of the bed. I came around the side, and she pulled the waistband out to tuck my underwear under my balls. “Sometimes, the biggest tool isn’t the right one for the job.” she popped it in her mouth, got the end wet, then goosed me, and pulled me in by the butt. Sliding the bottom between her teeth, but i felt down her tummy. Trampolining in time to the hot breath coming out of her nose, and hitting my pubes.
Her’s felt a little greasy, but she was slick with lube smeared on with that thick rubbery thing. Yeah, she says that, but ever since she gave birth, she’s gotten into thicker, and larger loots to fill her hole, and I can’t help but feel like an accessory. Not even the best trick in her bag, full of them, but I get plenty of action. More than most of my buddies even brag about, and they don;t believe me, but who cares what they think?
“Huh, it’s really bad, I need it now. Pump me, pump me full of your cocks.”