This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
The damp washcloth felt cool in Khadra's hands. It was supposed to be warm. She pressed it up against her husband's forehead. It had been over a day since their failed attempt to rid Daniel of his demon. Maxamed had not yet turned lucid. Khadra had sent their children to her parents' house as she devoted herself to taking care of her husband. Although, she was quite worried about his anger when he woke up. He had seen her copulate with Daniel, shoving the eighteen-year-old's massive thing up inside her. She just hoped he'd understand it was the house that had done that and not her.
Time to freshen up the washcloth. Khadra stood and left her husband in their bed. She walked over to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. She froze when she looked to her right. There, standing upright on the counter, was that damnable black phallus. Khadra stood staring at it for a long time with the water running and steam rising before her. Eventually, she shut the water off.
"Just one more time," Khadra whispered. She slowly pulled off her dress and removed her panties. She was naked in the bathroom with that black thing. "I don't need to do this." She picked up the dildo, closed the bathroom door, and sat down on the toilet lid. "I just want to see what it's like. One ... last ... time ... uuuugggghhhhhhhh." She spread her legs and shoved it inside her. While not as massive as Daniel's tool, it hit spots her husband couldn't. Her body buzzed with pleasure as she moved the thing in and out.
"Khadra?" Maxamed's voice called from the bedroom, muffled by the bathroom door. "What happened?"
Khadra's heart felt like it wanted to beat out of her chest. With a moment of indecision, she kept the dildo all the way inside her. She grunted as it touched some magical place inside. Then, very slowly, she withdrew the phallus, washed it in the sink, dried it with a hand towel, and tossed it into a drawer. "I'm coming, Maxamed." This was a delicate moment. Khadra didn't know how Maxamed would react to the incident at the mansion. She threw on her dress and rushed back into the bedroom.
"What happened?" Maxamed looked up at her, still with his head on the pillow.
"What do you remember?" Khadra sat down next to him. She'd forgotten the washcloth, so she patted his chest through the blanket.
"We went to that accursed house. I ... I ..." Maxamed blinked his dark eyes. "I took the boy to the unlocked room. And ..." He paused. Memories would not come back. "Did I accidentally chloroform myself?"
"Yes." Khadra sighed with relief. She hated telling the lie, but it was for the greater good.
"And you got me back here? By yourself?"
"It wasn't easy." Khadra nodded.
"Chloroform is a vile drug." Maxamed looked away from his loving wife up to the ceiling. "It gave me such dreadful dreams. I can only see flashes. That ... that you willingly consorted with a monster." He looked back down at her soft, brown eyes. "Tell me that was not a prophetic vision. Tell me that we will have nothing further to do with that accursed family."
"Those were not prophesies, dear husband." She patted the covers again and stood. At least that wasn't a lie. What he described were memories not prophesies. "We will have nothing further to do with the Andersons." Also, not a lie. "Now let me fetch you some food."
"Yes, thank you." A grim tautness left Maxamed's face and he relaxed into his pillow. "The children?"
"At my parents'." Khadra moved to the door. "I'll be back with some lunch. You must be hungry." She left the room and stopped at the bathroom. She paused and then stepped inside. She'd dodged a bullet with Maxamed, and maybe she could take a few minutes to celebrate. The phallus was still in the drawer. She closed the bathroom door, lifted up her dress, and pushed it home. "Ooooohhhhhhhh." Her husband's lunch could wait a few extra minutes.
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The shopping basket bulged with items Julie didn't need. She'd thrown in Band-Aids, Q-tips, tampons, Aspirin, and various other things she had plenty of at home. She hoped that the extra-large, magnum condoms would go unnoticed by the clerk if the box came with an avalanche of miscellany. She placed the basket on the conveyor belt and watched the clerk go to work.
"We don't sell many of these." After checking a few items, the clerk, an older woman, held up the box of condoms. "Not in this size, anyway. You married well, miss." She smiled a knowing grin and appraised Julie. "My husband packs a little one." She leaned closer to Julie. "Is it true what they say?"
"Um." Julie looked around, but no one else was about. "Sorry?" Her cheeks burned. She wanted nothing more than to pay and get out of there, but the clerk was having none of it.
"Is bigger really better?" The clerk winked. "I've never experienced a ... magnum."
Julie gave a slight nod and her cheeks turned more red.
"I knew it." The clerk gave out a quick laugh and bagged the condoms, running the next item over the scanner. "So how big is your husband?"
"I couldn't possibly say." Julie shrugged.
The clerk stopped what she was doing and looked at Julie. She made a point of looking at Julie's wedding ring and then back up to her brown eyes. "It's not your husband is it?" She didn't wait for Julie's answer. "No it isn't. I can tell. You sly minx. Who is he then? The pool boy?" She went back to checking items. "The lawn boy? I always had fantasies about them. They're all sweaty and tan. Who?"
Julie stood perfectly still.
"Keep your secrets then." The clerk held up the last item, a bottle of lube. "I'm not surprised you need this, given his size. Lordy, Lordy." She finished bagging and announced the total.
Julie shook her head and put her credit card through as quickly as possible. She grabbed her bag and didn't wait for the receipt, heading for the exit.
The clerk called after Julie as she fled. "More power to you, miss. We could all use a little something extra." The clerk shook her head and chuckled.
