When Alex took off the VR helmet, the first thing he saw was his wife Haly, in a plain, white skintight top and white skirt. She must have opened the cubicle door right then, or the helmet would have alerted him.
"Thought you might like," she traced a finger from one prominent fabric-covered nipple to the other, further stiffening both little erections, "something nicer than soundproof padding to be the first thing you saw at end of shift!" Her mahogany skin and even darker nipples shone through the thin tunic.
He stood up and stretched as the chair and helmet automatically folded back into the wall, along with the rest of the cubicle, clearing a little more space in their apartment. "Beautiful!" he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her, "But why," they kissed again, "Why are you wearing anything at all? Don't you remember after your last shift I was right there for you with -- "
"I know, I know, a stiff drink and a stiff erection!" She shifted her feet apart a little and whispered into his ear, "I did take off my knickers," she reached up and playfully ran her fingers through his hair, cut short just like hers for convenience with the VR helmet, "But only because they were getting all wet thinking about you!"
"Yes?" he said, slipping his right hand under the hem of her skirt and running his fingers up her thighs to her smooth-shaven pussylips. She liked the innocent look, wearing nothing but a few tight curls in a vague triangle on her pubis, as if it had only now started to grow. As if an inquisitive boy (or adventurous young lady) who had lifted her skirt a few months ago would have found only bare virgin skin between her legs.
"Yes!" she agreed, as he felt the slippery-wet outer lips, opened them and began to explore, "Imagine we met on the tram, moved off to a quieter corner, I tell you we have to wait until we get off, but you tell me you can see I'm so horny, you can get me off before l -- "
Her phone chirped.
"Let the system get it," he said as she stepped back and pulled her phone from its wall niche.
"It's Slatee." She frowned, looked at the code blinking. "I think I'd better answer." She moved back into his arms, "But you don't have to stop," she moved her feet apart, "I can use my brain and my cunt at the same time!"
"No," she said to Slatee as Alex kissed her neck, "I don't mind the call being audio only. Alex giggled: Haly wouldn't have to explain why she didn't want to show her face.
He moved to her side and slipped one hand under her skirt from in front to stroke her sparse little-girl pussyfur and tease her clit as the other curled around from behind, between her legs and pushed two fingers up her now dripping wet vaj.
"Yes, I heard about them locking him up. Sounds like someplace to send Alex for a little R&R!" She gave a little gasp as Alex pushed an extra finger inside her to protest the jab.
"No, I'm sorry for the joke," she DID sound contrite, "I didn't mean to be inconsiderate. I -- UH!" She covered for the little squeal Alex had provoked by pretending to cough. "I think it's dreadful," she stretched out the "u" in dreadful as her husband began to pump his fingers in and out.
"No, I hadn't heard!" she continued, pulling her tunic up and exposing her breasts with her free hand, "The few times we got a chance to talk the poor boy seemed so fuzzed I just aSUMED," she gasped as Alex sucked her left nipple into his mouth.
"Assumed," she went on in a more controlled voice, "that he'd be unable to leave the dormitory under his own power anyway!"
She felt her hip and thigh muscles working as she steeled herself to say, "No, no, I was just working out a bit, feeling a bit," she paused, sighed deeply as her eyes closed, "A bit winded."
She let go her tunic and reached down to Alex's crotch, "I'm sure we'd have room for him to stay a while. We certainly owe," it came out rather louder, like OH! as Alex's fingers slipped out (quickly replaced by the fingers tracing through her pubic hair down to and past her clit) and moved back to her coyly tight anal ring, "Owe you for what you -- NO!" she almost shouted as Alex's index finger, well-lubricated with her pussyjuice, tapped at her backdoor and tried to sneak inside, "No, no," she continued, clamping down hard with her thighs and buttocks, blocking Alex's tentative probe, gripping his penis with her free hand tightly, in warning, "No, I understand -- nothing over the phone." She gave Alex a hard look, but softened as he continued to caress her clit. "We're looking forward to the company, No," she looked warningly at Alex again, but he was only tracing his middle finger along the valley between her arse cheeks, affectionate, not aggressive, "So long as you've taken care of all the paperwork."
His hands came out from under her skirt as she moved to put her phone back in a wall niche.
"So he needs us to babysit another little fugitive here until the, ah, paperwork, is sorted out?" He slipped a middle finger between his lips and tasted her juices.
