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A Well Planned Quickie, Or: The Science of the Quickie.
"Oh my lord!" Melody was yelling; she couldn't believe it. "What time do you think it is...?!" This never happened to her, ever. "..I'm probably so fucking late!" The movements resembled that of a gazelle as she leapt out of the bed now containing only her smiling husband. "Idiot digital clocks!"
"Relax, Lovesong, it's not a big deal if the boss shows up late, and you're the boss. Do you have a meeting or something?" Ruprect had asked this question before, but apparently she didn't remember. His calm demeanor was her doppelganger.
"No! But that's not the point!" Melody was running around their bedroom, shedding sleepwear and grabbing fresh clothes at a frantic pace. The moment her tits bounced freely, but her panties remained, her husband spoke.
"You know I think you are the most beautiful thing in the world, right?" He was watching her body move as he spoke from the bed, and his hand was rubbing his special place through the sheet they had been under.
Melody stopped; confused while her brain tried to recognized what he was saying to her through the fog of her hurry. She stopped only for an instant to turn and look at him quizzically, smiles in both directions.
Melody winked at him, his favorite. Yet her pause did not last; hurry took her mind away yet again, and sent it back towards the shower for work.
"We should have sex. Right now, Lovesong. Maybe a couple of times in a row." His smile was infectious, but Melody was resisting; she had other things on her mind.
"You're so crazy, babe," was thrown over her shoulder as she dove into the bathroom, starting the shower. Melody had plans of washing her hair this morning, the hair would have to wait, and the clock in the bathroom was blinking.
She almost felt hopeless.
"Well," Ruprect said aloud to himself, alone in the bed, "now or never." The camel's back was broken; it could take no more straw. Ruprect knew this had to be done, he missed his real wife, and he wanted her back, damnit. He arose and stripped, heading towards the sound of the shower as he did so.
***
Melody was scrubbing herself at a speed she had not known she could, though still enjoying the heat of the water and the clarity it brought to the fog.
Even on her best days it would take her an hour to be ready on top the thirty minute drive to work. To throw the situation off a cliff, she still had no idea what time it was and she had no clue of how to style her unwashed, but clean, black hair. The sound of the shower door brought her thoughts from her mind; the appearance of her husband's smile brought hers with it.
"We don't have time for this, babe, we really don't..." Melody's hands had stopped soaping on her own breasts as she spoke. The intention, or reason they were there, was not known.
"Doesn't matter? Time is relative, Lovesong, and you need this. You want this -
don't lie
. You work too hard." Ruprect was sashaying to his wife as he spoke, greatening her smile. He was built like iron and just as hard. The sight of his naked, beautiful, and soapy wife was only heightening his desire.
"Baby, no, we can't, I have to go..." Melody trailed off as she saw his body and silly dance. She trailed off because she knew she didn't have a chance; she did want it, him, and his cock. The hardness of his member and the hot water were turning her on; the hands on her perfect breasts only added to it.
"You love me, don't you?" Ruprect cocked his head to the side as he asked her. It was a genuine question she had not expected in the least; nor right then. "You know I love you, right? More than anything?" He stopped moving.
He was waiting for her answer.
"I know baby, I do, but..." Melody never had a chance to finish. She was tongue kissing her only love before the final words were released. She tasted the mouthwash he had used. He was a good husband.
Melody's nipples were poking her palms as she felt his tongue through the water at her shoulder and ear. At the same time Ruprect pinched the curve of her bubble butt where the leg joined her rump. She let out a moan as he pushed the buttons on her that he had found long ago. They both knew the secrets of their lover, found in the years of their marriage.
"Oh.. please.. Just please be quick." Melody was speaking between moans in syllable-less mumbles. Ruprect had her too hot already to speak the truth, only the lies were coming out now. She had dropped the loofa, and the water was rinsing her flawless skin clean.
"No promises, Lovesong," he said as he pulled a hand away from her left breast and inhaled her flesh, his tongue darting to her nipple. He knew his wife, and he knew this would do her in. The moment her hand hit his wet hair, he flicked his mouth muscle over the surface as fast as he could.
For once he was glad for the girly female soaps in the bathroom as this one did not taste half bad.
Melody was losing her balance at his ministrations, and she was at her boiling point in moments. She and her husband had seldom made love in the shower, she couldn't remember the last time it was anywhere but their bed. Now though, she was losing even that thought as her husband played her body.
She came the moment he sunk two fingers into her and hit her clit with his thumb. The sounds of her scream, and his sucking, echoed off of the shower walls.
Ruprect knew she was pent up, knew she needed release; but this - this was something else entirely. He could not remember the last time she came so hard, or the last time she was so wet.
He began to think this should have happened a year ago, until her hand grabbed his shaft with ferocity. He stopped thinking then. She was working his length and squeezing hard, her lust for his morning wood was now obvious.
"Turn around, Lovesong, and brace yourself," Ruprect said to her as she massaged his cock while he pinched the pair of her nipples at once, both lovers twisting slightly.
Melody didn't speak in response to her husband - she simply opened her dreamy eyes and nodded, following his command. She was trying to think of the last time they had not done it in the missionary way. Ruprect's hands on her breasts made this further thinking nearly impossible.
She fully turned and braced herself with her hands on either side of the nozzle above her head.
Ruprect smacked the top curve of her wet ass, making her coo. "Do it, babe. Do it," she said to him in a husky voice, she wanted him inside. He had never smacked her ass before, and she loved it; so much so, that Melody did not know whether the water or her own juices were running down her legs. He had her on edge like only husbands can do to wives, and her shivers gave him confidence.
"If that's what you want, Lovesong, I will, but I thought you needed to go to work?" His hand was holding his tip right at her edges, feeling her heat over the water and the hand the wrapped the shaft. It took everything he had to not plow in.
Ruprect was on a mission, he was doing all of this for a reason. Slowly he ran his free hand down her dripping back, right down her spine while he waited for his real wife to answer.
"Stick that dick in me now or I'm cutting it off." Her brown eyes were throwing fire at his equally browns, over her shoulder. It was the response he wanted and was waiting for. Melody didn't know where it came from, (and) but it was out.
Ruprect let go of his resistance and pushed into her as hard as he could. She screamed again, but not in pain. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses as her hands slipped down the slick shower wall. She used her elbows as levers to begin pushing back at her love with her might, as best as she could.
"Faster you son of a bitch... mmm... harder." This was his wife; this is what he missed. Her dirty talk and swaying movements only spurning him on. He grabbed her breasts from behind, pulling as hard as he knew she could stand, just before another wet slap on her fine rear.
"ohgod..." Melody was coming again in less than a minute; thoughts of her younger husband and their early romance flooded her mind: This is how they used to fuck.
