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 Title: Can You Fuck Me Now?


Summary: Cell phone, doggie collar & high heels...


Keywords: erotic couplings



   My wife's a nymphomaniac.

   OK, OK - maybe she isn't if you use the strict dictionary definition of
the word.  But she does think about sex a lot.  And I mean a whole lot. 
Somewhere along the line the sweet little girl that I married turned into
some kind of always-lusty sex kitten.

   When Steffi comes home from her job as a junior high teacher she heads
straight for her computer.  She simply can't wait to look at this website
she found that collects dirty stories.  If there aren't any new ones for
her to drool over then she's in a bad mood for hours.  And then once she's
devoured a new one, she wants to discuss it with me.  Every little detail.
Every thought that the characters have.  Every position they use.  And I
know that they give her ideas.  Sometimes she even suggests that we try
them out.  Ropes?  Public sex?  Dirty talking?  I don't know about that
kind of stuff.  Maybe I'm just getting old, but give me plain old vanilla
sex a few times a week with my wife and I'm a happy camper.

   Sometimes we joke about our changing needs.  After a few years of
marriage my desires have diminished to the point where a good screwing 3 or
4 times a week is enough.  And most of the rest of the time I don't think
about it at all.  But while the lust of my youth has been waning, hers has
been growing almost exponentially.  It could be that she needs more sex to
reassure her that she's still a sexy woman.  Or maybe her body just craves
it more and more without any input from her brain.  I don't know what the
reasons are, but I do know one thing - her lust is starting to get out of
hand.

   The other day at Applebee's we were eating dinner and I saw her watching
the waiter's ass as he walked away from our table.  He was a good-looking
sort of guy, and friendly enough.  Steffi's eyes took on a faraway look and
I saw how tightly her fingers were gripping her fork.

   "You're thinking about what it would be like to fuck him, aren't you?"

   At least she had the grace to look a little embarrassed.  Not ashamed,
you understand.  But a little blush arose to her cheek as she dropped her
eyes to her lap.  This wasn't the first time that I'd caught her
fantasizing about some stranger.  "Well, yeah."

   I laughed, and so did she.  I knew that her desires sometimes took over
her rational thought, and I knew that I was going to be truly well fucked
when we got home.  Steffi tried to pay more attention to me through dinner,
but every once in a while her fingers would twitch and her eyes would lose
their focus and I knew that she was imagining her hands on our waiter's
ass, pulling him deeper between her spread legs.

   The arrival of the new Victoria's Secret catalog is always a big
occasion in our house.  Not that I care that much.  I have my oversexed
naked wife to look at, and she's so pretty that she still takes my breath
away.  But Steffi insists that we have to snuggle on the couch and go
through the catalog page by page together.  She makes little yummy sounds
of delight at each new fandangle and every lacy frou-frou.  As we turn the
pages together Steffi insists that I help her choose some sexy thing to
wear.

   "Which would make you want to fuck me more?  The red bustier, with my
bare boobs hanging out?  Or this pink nightie on page 37?  I could wear it
with this pair of nylons with the little roses over here on the stockings
page?  What do you think?  Which one makes your cock want me?"

   And she doesn't just order from catalogs, either.  She knows all of the
sexy lingerie stores in town.  And it seems like every weekend she comes
home with some new frilly thing to wear.  A pair of black satin crotchless
panties from Frederick's.  A babydoll with "I'm Yours!" printed on the
front from Crystal's.  A lacy blue teddy from Fascinations.  And she's
never happy unless I rip the damn thing off of her and ravage her as soon
as I see her in it.  One time she even made a schoolgirl outfit to wear
just because she thought I'd like fucking her in it.  Sometimes I think
that if I didn't put my foot down Steffi would spend all her free time
fucking, shopping for lingerie or reading dirty stories.

   Last weekend after we woke up Steffi wanted to screw around.  Again.  As
if last night hadn't happened at all.  But I disentangled myself and got
out of bed.  While she napped (and probably played with herself) I showered
and got dressed.  We ate some breakfast together and then I told her I had
to leave.  I had my hand on the doorknob when she padded over to me, still
wearing her short silk nightshirt.  She put her hands on my chest and
looked me in the eye.  Her breath smelled faintly of morning coffee and her
hair was still tousled from last night's sleep, and I thought she was the
prettiest girl I'd ever seen.  Her voice was sincere and childlike.  "Can
you fuck me before you go?"

   I chuckled a little and said, "Noooo." I tried to sound reluctant, as if
I was very sorry that I had to pass up the opportunity to make love to her.
I do like to make love to her.  Just not all of the time.  A guy likes to
think it's his idea sometimes, you know?  But the fact is that if I don't
respond with at least token enthusiasm to each and every one of her offers,
then she can pout for days.  "I really have to get some stuff done this
morning.  But I'll be back in a couple of hours."

   "Where are you going?"

   "To the mall." I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my
mouth because I knew immediately what my wife would think.  A trip to the
mall for me was a lingerie shopping opportunity for Steffi.  As if I really
needed her looking at sexy clothes and getting more hot and bothered than
she was already.

   "Oh, goody!  Wait right here." Steffi gave me a quick peck on the corner
of my mouth.  "I'll only be a minute."

   Of course, it wasn't only a minute.  It was more like 15.  When she
finally met me at the car, Steffi had somehow changed from tousled suburban
housewife wife into a sultry sexkitten.  She had put on her makeup and done
something with her hair.  Her jeans were snug, and she filled them out
perfectly.  My wife has passed the age where she thinks that looking
anorexic is desirable, thank goodness.  Her figure was lush with the
tempting curves of a full grown woman.  She had on a pair of clear Lucite
high heels with a 2 inch platform.  Steffi's always been tall and the shoes
raised her height to the point where she could look me in the eye.  Her
toes were covered in black and I knew that she had on a pair of nylon
stockings under her jeans.  She looked so damned sexy that for a moment I
reconsidered my decision to screw her before I left.

   When we got to the mall we split up.  Of course, not before she gave me
a sloppy wet kiss full of promises for later.  I watched her sexy ass
wiggling under her jeans as she walked off towards the department stores
and anyplace else that she could find sexy clothes.

   I was over in the hardware store looking at a new variable speed drill
when my cell phone rang.

   "Hello?"

   "Can you fuck me now?"

   I chuckled, imagining Steffi calling me while looking standing in the
store looking at rack of frilly bra and panty sets.  "Nooooo...."

   Immediately the phone disconnected.  I hung up with a soft chuckle.  If
Steffi was this worked up now, I couldn't even imagine how excited she'd
make herself before we got home.  I didn't give it too much thought as I
picked out a new drill.  My wife being horny and preoccupied with sex
wasn't exactly news to me.

   A little bit later I had moved on to the electrical department.  I was
checking out TV cables so that I could hook up the upstairs television when
my phone rang again.

   "Can you fuck me now?" she said.  This time there was just a trace of
impatience in her voice, and a slight emphasis on the word 'now.'

   "Noooo..." I said, trying to sound both patient and horny at the same
time.  I don't know if I was successful.  But I do know that that she had
actually disconnected before I even finished the word.

   I had finished with the hardware store and was headed to the computer
store when the phone rang again.

   "Can you fuck me now?" Almost pleading.

   "I'm trying to buy that new sound card so that..." Click.  I was
beginning to be a little afraid.  I couldn't remember ever seeing her quite
this preoccupied before.  Usually she waited until we were home alone to
start really begging for sex.  I felt a little twinge in my dick and I
began to wonder if I was going to survive the fucking that was headed my
way.  But I steeled myself.  I had other things to do.  Really.

   I made my way over to the book store to pick up the new Robert Jordan
novel I'd been wanting to read.  I was browsing the fantasy section when
the phone rang again.

   "Can you fuck me now?" Almost demanding.

   "I'm standing here looking at..." Click.

   The calls didn't stop as I made my way through my morning.

   At the video store.

   "Can you fuck me now?"

   At the shoe store.

   "Can you fuck me now?"

   I was walking towards the music store when my phone rang again.  As I
pulled it out to answer I looked around and I saw Steffi through a store
window.  She was in a little shop called Josie's that catered to young Goth
chicks - lots of leather, jewelry and black clothing.  She had her cell
phone in one hand and a black leather doggie collar with little silver
spikes on it in the other.  She was obviously thinking about buying it as
she twisted this way and that so that she could see it from different
angles.  I watched her lips moving as I listened to her on the phone.

   "Can you fuck me now?"

   "Nooo..." Click.

   Steffi held the collar up to her throat and looked in the mirror while
she absentmindedly tucked her phone away.  Chuckling to myself at the
thought of my wife in nothing but a dog collar, I kept on towards the music
store.

   I was paying for a couple of new CDs when my phone rang again.

   "Can you fuck me now?"

   "Are you ready...."

   "Ohmigod, yes!" Click.

   "....to go get some lunch?" I finished into my dead phone.  I guess that
I could have worded that better.  Resigned to my fate I headed back to the
car.

   But while we drove home no mention was made of the phone calls.  Sex was
never brought up.  It was almost as if she hadn't been thinking about sex
all morning.  Steffi was bright and talkative, telling me about her new
student and a TV show that she'd seen last night.  It left me wondering
what her plan was.  It just wasn't like her to not want to talk about sex.

   When we got inside, she took my by the hand and led me to the bedroom.
My phone rang as Steffi squatted in front of me.  I got it out of my pocket
just in time.  Steffi's fingers nimbly unfastened my belt and jeans and
pushed them down my legs.

   "Hello?" I said.

   Steffi took me in her hand, her delicate fingers caressing me as she
nuzzled her lips against my cock.

   There was no answer.  I didn't disconnect right away, because just then
Steffi softly sucked me into her sweet mouth and I just plain forgot where
I was.  Steffi made some slurpy noises as my quickly hardening dick pushed
down her throat.  She removed me and held me in her hand and rubbed me on
her soft cheek and then slid me back inside her mouth, lightly grazing my
shaft with her sharp teeth.

   Steffi was lost in her undertaking, enjoying her actions even more than
I did.  She took me out of her mouth long enough to say, "God, you taste
good!" I took advantage of the lull in the attack on my dick and managed to
hang up the phone and put it down.  I stripped off my t-shirt as Steffi
resumed nuzzling me.  She fondled, licked and slurped me into full-blown
dripping rigidity.  I kicked off my pants as she suckled and soon I was
stark naked in front of my wife, who was quite enjoying herself squatting
with her legs spread and sucking on my big dick.

   Steffi slipped me from her mouth, but continued to slide her hand slowly
up and down my wet shaft as she looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye.

   "Can you fuck me now?"

   Like any man would say no at that point.  I chuckled and took her hands
and helped her to her feet.  She led me to the sleigh frame bed which we
inherited from my grandmother.  It has a clunky cherry wood frame which is
pretty high, extending a couple of feet above the mattress at the head and
food of the bed.

   Steffi turned her back to me and pressed herself against me, wiggling
her ass against my hard dick.  She unfastened her pants and pushed them
down to her knees, exposing her bare ass.  Steffi leaned forward, grabbing
the edge of the bed frame for support as she reached behind her and pulled
her ass open with her free hand to make her pussy available for me.

   I didn't need a second invitation.  She had been wanting a fucking all
morning, and it was time to give it to her.  I lined up the tip of my shaft
with her wet hole and slipped myself inside.

   I started sliding myself in and out of my wife, fucking her gently and
enjoying the slippery sensation of being inside her.  I didn't want to cum
too soon so I went slowly, trying to prolong our fooling around.  She was
warm and wet inside but her ass was cool against my crotch as I pushed
myself into her.  I expected her to moan and start pushing back, impaling
herself on my dick as she took the fuck that she had been wanting all
morning.  I felt extra long plunging deep into the recesses of my wife.

   But Steffi surprised me.  She stood up straight, leaving one hand on the
edge of the bed frame for support as we fucked standing up.  It wasn't like
my wife to not moan and move and take her pleasure from my dick.  I started
pushing a little harder, trying to get her to make little noises like she
usually does.

   Steffi kicked off her right shoe and lifted her foot towards her crotch.
She bent forward so that she could tug her pants leg past her foot and kick
it off, all the while taking my fucking as if I wasn't even there.  I
couldn't believe it!  My hot to trot wife was getting a standing fuck after
a whole morning of teasing, and she was acting as if it wasn't even
happening.  As if she was alone in the bedroom instead of undressing with a
swollen dick in her pussy.

   Steffi put her right foot back into her high heeled shoe, and then
repeated the operation with her left leg, lifting it to her crotch and
tugging the pants leg off while she was being rocked back and forth by her
husband's dick.  I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, wearing her black
nylons, her high heels and a t-shirt.  God, she was sexy!

   I slid into her even deeper, intentionally trying to hit the spot that
would send her climbing to the top.  But she didn't groan in pleasure, she
didn't wiggle.  She didn't lean against me to take comfort in her lover's
arms.  She acted for all the world as if I wasn't even there.  It was like
some kind of challenge to me.  I wanted her to moan and thrash around, to
enjoy herself like she usually did.

   So I fucked her even harder.

   It was a good thing that she'd left her hand on the bed frame for
support, because now I was pushing into her hard enough that she would have
been knocked over if she hadn't been hanging on.  Her hand rested lightly
on the bed frame, grabbing it only when she was in danger of falling.  Her
feigned indifference was heady, intoxicating.  I can't tell you how much it
excited me to see her like this.  Usually she took as much pleasure as she
gave, fucking me just as hard as I fucked her.  But not this time.

   Steffi lifted her right foot free of her shoe again, this time so that
she could lift her leg and slide off her nylon stocking.  The sensations
this caused on my cock caused a ripple of pleasure to run through my whole
body, and I could feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm gathering in my
balls.  I put my hands on her hips as I slid in and out of her.  Slowly she
removed her stocking, teasing me by doing it ever so slowly.  Sliding it
down her silky white thigh and off of her foot.  I could tell that it was
hard for her to do, bouncing around on my cock like she was, but she acted
like it was how she did it every day.  She slowly put her foot down and
back into her Lucite platform.

   I fucked her harder.

   She lifted her left leg and slowly removed her stocking, teasing me with
her bare legs, her high heels and her detached manner.  Indifferent to the
cock that was driving in and out of her as she bared her leg.  She held on
to the bed so that the fucking wouldn't throw her to the floor as she took
off her stocking.  She rocked back and forth on my dick as she put her bare
foot down and back into its sandal.  She took off her shirt and threw it on
the bed, and now she was naked except for her high heeled shoes.  She still
acted like I wasn't even there, like she wasn't having a hard fuck thrown
up inside of her.

   I fucked her harder.

   Her bare heels lifted from her shoes with each thrust, and every once in
a while even the heels of the shoes came off the ground.  I was pushing
myself as far into her as I could then almost withdrawing entirely,
maximizing the contact between her feminine softness and my engorged dick.
Sometimes my thrusts were so strong that she would almost tumble down and
have to grab the bed frame with both hands in order to stay standing.  But
she still acted like I wasn't there.

   Then Steffi picked up her jeans and shook them out and started folding
them.  I couldn't believe it.  I felt like I was assaulting her, I was
fucking her so hard.  Somehow by pretending that I didn't exist she was
driving me to a whole new level of intoxication with her.  I wanted her to
notice me fucking her so badly that I could almost taste it.  I could feel
the sperm gathering in my balls getting ready to blast off.

   Now we've never know exactly why it is, but my wife can always tell when
I'm about to cum.  Did she learn how to tell because she's so into sex?  Or
is she into sex because she knows how to tell?  Or is it something
different altogether?  Maybe she just knows how to push me over the edge. I
guess it doesn't really matter.  But she always knows when I'm about to
splurt my load, usually even before I do.

   Steffi finally acknowledged my presence inside her.  She took my hands
from her waist and pulled them around in front of her.  She put her hands
over mine, cupping my hands over her firm breasts.  I could feel her erect
nipples pressing into my palms.  And that did it.

   With one last thrust I rammed myself into her, lifting her off the
ground as I pulled down on her breasts and rocketed loads of hot cum deep
up inside her.  I plunged over and over again, a jet of sticky sperm
splashing into her with every thrust as my body tried to get the cum to
shoot right through her.  Steffi's hands held mine tightly against her
breasts as she was bounced off the floor over and over.  We rocked
together, and I had never loved cumming inside her so much.

   Finally I slowed down, my post-orgasmic gasping for fresh air taking
over.  My nose was buried in her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo.
Peaches and cream, mixed with the unmistakable scent of a sexually excited
girl.  Steffi settled back into her shoes as I inhaled her essence.  It was
the most intense fucking that I'd ever had.  Or given.  Little spasms shook
my body as my dick tried to shoot every last drop cum from my balls into
her.

   As my breathing returned to normal, my wife let go of my hands and
leaned forward, and I slipped out of her.  Steffi turned around so that her
bare ass was on the edge of the bed frame, her legs spread wide and her
feet on the floor.  Her legs were long and lean, and the high heeled shoes
made them even more seductive.  She smiled at me, knowing as well as I did
that I'd just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.  She reached
between her legs and drew my sagging dick towards her dripping wet pussy. I
don't know how she managed it, but somehow I was inside her again, even as
the energy drained right out of me.  Warm sperm squeezed out of her pussy
and drooled around us where we were joined.

   Steffi leaned back as if she didn't have a big cock inside her and
picked up the bag that she'd brought home from the mall.  She gave her hips
a little wiggle which sent a delicious sensation through my shrinking
shaft. With a smile in her eye she opened it and took out the black doggie
collar with little silver spikes.  The one that I'd seen her looking at in
the store.

   "You didn't think I saw you looking at me, did you?"

   I laughed and shook my head.  Steffi opened the clasp on the collar,
flipped her hair out of the way, and put it on.  I had no idea that seeing
little strip of leather around her delicate neck would affect me the way it
did.  I felt a little twinge of returning hardness in my cock, but I knew
that I'd been too thoroughly fucked to get it up again anytime soon.  She
put her finger in her mouth, a seductive smile in her eye.

   "Can you fuck me now?" she said for what felt like the millionth time
today, emphasizing the word 'me' this time.  She gave a little wiggle of
her pussy around my cock when I didn't answer her right away.

   Much as I wanted to, I just knew that it wasn't going to happen.  The
days where I could manage more than once a day seemed like an eternity ago.
And that's ignoring how thoroughly I'd just been fucked.  A reluctant
chuckle escaped my lips as I stood there between her legs, my shrinking
dick still nestled inside my wife's warm pussy.

   I don't think Steffi was at all surprised.  She could tell how soft my
dick was as it slowly shrank inside of her.  She looked me in the eye and
took her finger out of her mouth and slowly moved it down between her legs
where I was still buried.  Her delicate hand slid between us and I could
feel her finger probing the bottom of her slit hear her asshole.  The
pleasurable sensation was exquisite, but it didn't return the hardness to
my shaft.  She brought her finger slowly back up to her mouth, a big glob
of white cum dangling from the tip.  She had to twist her finger to keep it
from dripping off.  She looked at it for a moment, and then she stuck out
her tongue and quickly stuck her cummy finger into her mouth.

   Steffi closed her eyes and savored the taste for a second or two,
swirling my cum around in her mouth and sucking on her fingertip.  Then her
eyes opened so that she could see the reaction she'd gotten.  She could see
by the look in my eye that she had rekindled my lust.  Still looking me
straight in the eye she slowly reached her hand down between us to do it
again.

   An involuntary spasm caused my hips to thrust against her as my dick
started to harden again.  It was as if she was feeding herself my cum and
it was going right through her, dripping out of her pussy just so that she
could savor the taste again.  It was the most erotic thing that my
oversexed wife had ever done.  She brought her finger up again with a glob
of slippery cum on it and popped it in her mouth.  Steffi kept doing it,
eating my cum from her pussy a dollop at a time.  My dick started to harden
and we gently started to make love again.  She wasn't going to ignore me
this time.  I could tell because her hips moved slowly, gently encouraging
me to slide in and out of her, urging my cock to swell and start to fuck
her.  And I did, my dick becoming harder with each stroke.

   As the steel returned to my shaft the urge to splurt cum inside my
loving wife returned.  But this time it was a slow burning lust rather than
the fiery eruption that had consumed me a few minutes before.  There was no
doubt in my mind that this had been her plan all along, and I was quite
willing to reward her scheme.  I repositioned myself, bending my knees and
so that I had the proper angle to penetrate her as deeply as possible.  I
pushed myself into her slowly, letting her feel every inch of my recharged
shaft filling her completely.

   Steffi forgot all pretense of ignoring me and gasped as my dick became
buried to the hilt inside of her.  She began panting as we moved together,
which was her usual reaction to getting fucked.  She leaned back away from
me, throwing her head back as her hands held on to the bed frame.  I
watched as a bright blush crossed the freckles on her breasts.  I knew what
that blush meant - she had started to cum, the little tiny cums she always
had on the way to a bigger orgasm.  I started driving into her faster,
pushing her harder towards her climax.  Her body rocked, fucking me as I
drove into her, her gasps for air coming shorter and faster as her crest
approached.

   Her gasping for breath was punctuated by little mewls of pleasure. 
Faster and faster she panted, gulping for air as she took her standing
fuck. Steffi's hair bounced wildly as I drove into her, framing and then
hiding her face.

   Suddenly she threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my back.
I felt her high heels on my ass and her breath on my neck.  She just curled
up into a ball with her ass resting on the bed frame and me between her
legs.  I knew that she was about to cum and I gave her the deepest thrust I
could manage and held myself there inside her.  Steffi caught her breath
and held it as her trembling body gave her the orgasm that she had been
needing all morning.  Her whole body twitched and a tiny whimper of
pleasure escaped her lips.  I put my hands on her taut ass to support her
as she came and came.  I knew better than to keep fucking her - when Steffi
is cumming her pussy gets too tender for any extra stimulation.  I held her
tightly and kissed her hair as time stood still and we were one.

   It seemed like we were melded forever, but somehow it was still over all
too soon.  With an audible gulp and a shudder that shook her whole body
Steffi began to breathe again.  I could feel after-cums moving through her
body in waves, each one a little softer than the one before.  I softly
nibbled her neck, and as her mind returned from the limbo her body had sent
it to, she turned her head so that we could kiss.

   I don't know just how long we stood there necking, Steffi impaled on my
dick and holding on to me for dear life.  But however long it was, it
wasn't long enough, because I felt like I wanted to stay there 'til the end
of time.

   While we kissed Steffi slowly uncurled, letting her long legs straighten
and her feet reach the floor.  Her erect nipples pressed into my chest as
she held me close.  Finally, needing more oxygen than I was getting, I
leaned away so that I could look at my naked wife.  Standing there with her
long legs spread and wearing nothing but a pair of sexy high heels I
thought she was the sexiest woman in the world.

   She gave my hips a gentle push away from her, and I took the hint and
slid out of her.  With an exhausted smile Steffi took me by the hand and
led us around the bed so that we could lay down.  After I climbed in and
stretched out Steffi lay beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.  She
entwined her legs in mind and her hand fell on my hard dick, which was
still slimy with a mixture of her cum and my sperm.

   "So, did you like it?" she asked, with a smug tone in her whispered
voice.  Steffi's one of those girls who likes to talk afterwards, and after
a fucking like that I knew I was in for a long one.  But her hand never
stopped caressing my shaft.  Sometimes I think that she can give me a
better handjob than I can give myself.  Her kneading was leading me towards
another orgasm, even as the rest of me tried to drift off to sleep to the
sound of my wife's soothing voice.

   "That was the best fuck we've had in a long time." Steffi giggled softly
into my chest.  She kept her voice low and sexy, not wanting to interrupt
our post-sex languor as she rambled on, the words tumbling out of her in a
rush.

   "I was watching in the mirror, and it was so sexy.  The look in your
eyes when I you started fucking me harder?  I don't know what gave me that
idea.  Did you like the collar?  I saw one in that site I showed you the
other day.  And I thought that a doggie collar would go really well with
high heels.  Of course I really ought to have a black pair.  The girl at
the counter at Frederick's was wearing a really pretty pair today - red
with a strap around the ankle.  Of course I don't have a pair of heels like
the ones she had, but I think these worked pretty well.  Did you like them?
Maybe I should get some red ones.  I came so hard!  I loved it when you
grabbed my ass while I came.  I think you left finger marks on my butt."

   As Steffi's hushed voice babbled on her delicate fingers with their red
nails never stopped caressing my dick.  I had started dripping pre-cum, and
she smeared it around my shaft as she kept on talking.  If you didn't know
Steffi, you would have thought that she wasn't paying any attention to the
magic her hand was doing, but I knew that a corner of her mind was tuned to
the exact frequency emanating from my cock.  I felt the head starting to
swell as it strained to cum.

   "God, my pussy is sore.  I think that standing while I got fucked put a
lot more strain on it.  Does your cock hurt?  I'm glad that the bed frame
is high enough to hold on to.  I mean if it wasn't, then what would we do?
I suppose that we could do it against the wall, but that isn't the same, is
it?  God, I am so wet!  I think these shoes make my legs look longer.  Do
you?  Hey!  Do you like how I used my phone?  I'll bet you never thought
I'd call you to ask for a fucking, did you?  You know what we should do? 
Next time you can..."

   Steffi suddenly stopped talking and ducked her head down, her long hair
falling over my stomach.  Like I said before, Steffi seems to know when I'm
going to cum even before I do.  By the time she closed her lips over the
head of my cock it had already started spurting because of the gentle
ministrations of her knowing hand.

   My whole body spasmed as I shot my load into her warm wet mouth.  I
jerked and shook as she gently sucked on the head of my cock, drawing my
sperm into her.  I tangled my fingers in her hair as I emptied my balls for
the second time.  Her hand was closed snugly around my shaft, holding me
just right as I bucked against her fingers.  Steffi swallowed greedily, and
then licked her lips clean before she resumed talking.

   "...call me.  I'll put my phone in my panties and set it on vibrate. 
Every time you call it'll vibrate and I'll know that you want to fuck me."
She spoke with a dreamy tone as she imagined next time.  As if her mouth
hadn't just been filled with hot sticky sperm.  "Or we could try it at the
store!  You know, a standing fuck in the dressing room at Josie's?  I
looked - there aren't any cameras there and we could sneak you in. 
Wouldn't that be cool?  Do you want to try that?" Steffi's voice faded away
as I drifted off to sleep.  "I could wear the blue camisole and no panties,
so that you could take me quick.  I could wear my new dog collar.  Or
should I buy a new one for the occasion?  I've always thought that you...."

   I chuckled to myself as the sound of her soothing voice lulled me off to
sleep.  The sperm I had just shot into her warm and willing mouth probably
hadn't even made its way all the way down to her stomach yet, and she was
already thinking about what we were going to do the next time.

   Like I said, my wife's some kind of nymphomaniac.

   But I don't mind.

   Not really.


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