He walked into the house and was immediately slapped in the face with the smell of sex. Well, not sex, precisely... it was the scent of an aroused woman. Oh hell, it just plain reeked of pussy.
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He had left for work that morning leaving her in bed. She was half asleep, lying there nude, looking up at him through slitted eyes, absently pulling on her right nipple. It was almost enough to make him call off from work and spend the day in bed. But he had that project due today, and it was in his briefcase and ready to be submitted. So he leaned over, kissed her deeply, with lots of tongue, and gave her his instructions for the day.
"Keep it wet, my pet, but don't let yourself cum. I will take care of that when I get home."
She smiled at him, and off he went.
How he got through the first couple of hours at the office, he wasn't really sure. He wasn't really sure what he did, except that it must have been normal because no one asked him if he was sick. All he could do was think about her. Back at his house. In his bed. Naked in the kitchen. Spread wide on the sofa. Walking up the stairs. In the shower. His cock was sort of half-hard all morning, just imagining what she was doing to keep her pussy wet. He didn't think she would have to do much - he was amazed at her capacity for sex. Once, she had joked with him that she could go from dry to fuck-ready in 6.8 seconds. He thought that wasn't far off the mark.
At lunch time, he grabbed his briefcase and walked out of his office. He told his secretary that he was going to make a couple sales calls that afternoon, and he wouldn't be back. If there was something urgent, just leave a message on his voice mail and he would take care of it. She nodded. She wasn't really fooled... but he worked hard and never left early, so who was she to say anything if he wanted to play hookey today. Besides, he had been absentminded all morning and didn't seem to be accomplishing much.
As he pulled into the driveway, he adjusted himself. He noticed that his cock had steadily gotten harder on the drive home. How could he let himself be affected like this, he wondered to himself. Yes, she was hot and wet and wild, but what was it about HER?
He inhaled deeply in the foyer of the house. Mmmmm....he heard her moaning from living room, and as he strode over to the doorway, her moans increased in volume.
There she was. Naked, except for a pale pink satin bathrobe. It was short, only to her mid thigh, and it was open. She was sitting in his favorite armchair, and he thought for a moment that he would never be able to sit there again without popping a chubby. She was an arousing sight to behold. Her fair skin was glowing in the sunlight from the back door; her golden brown hair was wild and tousled; her usually blush pink nipples were a dark, almost mauve color and they looked so hard they might hurt; and her legs were spread wide... one over each arm of the chair so he could see her pussy. It wasn't the pink, delicate flower that he had seen in pictures before. Oh no. It was deep red, the inner lips swollen so that they almost pouted open. The hair surrounding her was wet and matted - he was glad he had her keep it trimmed otherwise it would be a mess! And he could see the clear juices dripping out and running down to soak the fabric of the chair. Her clit was enormous... he could see that the hood was retracted from where he stood, and it seemed to be straining to be touched. Instantly, his cock went from semi-hard to full erection and he had to adjust again.
She hadn't seen him yet, he knew, because her eyes were squeezed shut. Her back arched as she teased herself with the metal vibrator he had given her the previous day. She held it right at her hole and he heard the wet sloshing sounds it made, over the quiet buzzing. She ran it up to her clit and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from groaning as she wailed from the touch of her mechanical lover. He didn't know how long he watched like that - it was probably only a minute or two, but it seemed like an eternity. Until she opened her eyes and saw him standing there.
He knew when she saw him, because she jumped a bit and was startled enough that she dropped her toy. As she struggled to get out of her awkward position, he almost ran the eight feet or so towards her and put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from moving.
