Release the Hogs
Sarina was holding him tight, straddling his lap while he lifted her hips up and down on his cock. She was breathing hard, her legs shaking from her excitement as she could feel him rubbing deep inside of her with every slow stroke. He was nibbling on her neck with each thrust, making shivers run down her spine. She was gasping for air, feeling her body tense up again. He always drove her wild with his slow thrusts, and she squealed as she came again on his cock, constantly leaking juices onto the couch.
Zen pressed his mouth to hers, feeling her tongue immediately dive into his mouth. He continued to pump but could feel himself getting close. He didn't speed up though, instead torturing Sarina with another rapidly building orgasm. He could feel her squeezing him, faster and harder with each stroke. She screamed into his mouth as he unloaded inside of her, griding his cock against her cervix.
Sarina lay motionless on his chest, gasping, her ears twitching and her pussy still fluttering with aftershocks. Mana began to lick Zen's balls and up to Sarina's pussy, causing his wife to moan again against him. Zen lifted her off his cock, Sarina whimpering from the emptiness, and let Mana clean him off. He then brought Sarina back down, presenting her dripping hole to Mana, who dove in and licked it fervently with her tongue. Sarina continued to whimper into him as the service mate cleaned her.
Once finished cleaning, Mana went and brought back some black tea and scones. Sarina was still cuddled into him, still caught in the afterglow of the experience, so Zen sipped at the tea with her in his arms.
Sarina stirred and Zen kissed her softly on the cheek. "Welcome back. I think you passed out there for a bit." He loved teasing her.
She turned to look at him, her eyes still a bit cloudy from ecstasy. "Zen," she was mumbling, "I may join the goddess if you keep doing this to me."
"Aw, but I so enjoy our time together. I never want to let my cute little wife go."
She was still mumbling, "I need to find you another wife." Sarina swallowed heavily, still panting. "Someone who's pussy can take you for as long as you want."
Zen chuckled and held her gently.
"I love you Zen. I know I make you angry sometimes. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I know I push your buttons too. I'm sorry as well."
She snuggled into him more and fell asleep while he held her.
***
"Master Zen, can we have our meeting now?" Mana was practically vibrating after having cleaned up the dinner table.
Zen chuckled at her eagerness, "I think we should probably bathe first, don't you? We've been busy running around all day. Why don't you have Nyala prepare the bath and we can start our meeting there?"
Mana zipped off to find Nyala, nearly forgetting her bow. Zen had never grown up with the kind of bath system they had here, but it wasn't bad at all. He did miss showers though.
The bathrooms here were tightly enclosed to keep all the heat in. Stone flooring was used with a sunken tub next to it, large enough for three or four people. You would go in, wash yourself on a little stool with soap, dump the heated water to clean yourself off, and then soak in the tub. The tub itself was fairly ingenious, he thought, as there was a fire below the tub that was lit from a special room. He was told that when it got cold, they would light a similar fire that would heat the entire floor of the cottage.
When the bath was ready, Zen entered and began washing himself. Mana soon joined him, bouncing every step of the way. Her hair was up in a high ponytail so that it wouldn't get too wet. "May I clean you, master?"
Zen nodded and felt her rub a wet towel on his back, then began to soap him up. "Mana, tell me, what do you like to do?"
He heard her click her tongue in thought, still slowly rubbing his back. "Well, I like cooking."
Zen chuckled, "Yes, that was one thing you did mention when we met, and your cooking is delicious, but is that really the only hobby you have?"
She was lathering up his shoulders now, and he could feel her heavy breasts rubbing up his back sometimes. "I like to sketch, does that count?"
"Oh, I've never seen you draw. What do you like to draw? Still life? Landscape?"
She reached around and was washing his side, pressing her breasts against his back. "Mostly faces. I'm not very good, but I like it. I have a number of yours, master, but I would be embarrassed to show you."
He looked over his shoulder at her, "Well, if you ever do want to show me, I'd love to see it." She kissed him, forgetting herself again, but he kissed her back anyway.