The Inseminatorium and some Dodgy Business

In the previous post, we met Jacqueline, who worked at the 'Assisted Conception' clinic, where she met Jack, an old school hottie, who had come to the clinic to make a sperm donation, with which Jacky gave him a hand.

Content Warning:- This posts touches on the delicate subjects of infertility, artificial insemination and disabled partners. Perhaps you might like to read my personal post-script first.

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Now Jacqueline's job dealt with sperm donors less than 20% of her time. Most of her time was dealing with the emotional job of talking with women (and husbands at times) who had often been trying to start a family for years, but with no success. Sometimes it was due to the husband's infertility, and other times the husband had sustained a severe disability.

The other hard part of her job was due to her boss, Dr. Hardcastle. He just didn't have any empathy for his patients. His artificial insemination of the women was about as empathetic as a mechanic changing a car's oil. And the women often complained to Jacqueline. As if the stirrups and the cold speculum weren't bad enough, Dr. H's involvement in the implantation was barely 30 seconds. Even the worst dicks that Jacky had ever encountered, lasted more that 30 seconds.

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Once Jack's profile went on file, Jacky got quite a few expressions of interest from female clients. Now one client was Jacky's friend Helen, who both loved Jack's genetic profile and hated Dr. H's attitude. Now Helen was a bit of a free spirit like Jacky, but her husband, a returned veteran, was a paraplegic, paralyzed from the waist down. One late Friday afternoon after Jack's regular 'donation', Jacky had a sudden dirty idea. "I wonder if Helen and Jack would be interested in a 'natural'  donation?". She rang both Helen and Jack and put the idea to them and both were interested. Jacky knew that she was breaking company privacy policy and was in fact taking business away from Dr. H. But Jacky was sick and tired of his attitude to patients and staff.

So having checked Helen's cycle and fertility dates, a late Friday afternoon appointment for both Helen and Jack was made. Dr. H. and the other staff had already left. Jacky took Helen and her wheelchair bound husband down the corridor, past the Masterbatorium, round the corner to the Inseminatorium*. Jacky understood what the ladies hated about the cold, clinical Inseminatorium, so she had prepared the room ahead of time. The fluorescent lights were off and lighted candles were placed around the room. The surgical bed was made up with soft comfortable blankets and the stirrups were wrapped in soft pink padding. A bottle of wine and glasses were beside the bed.

Jacky showed Helen and her husband into the room and poured them a glass of wine each. They thanked her for the effort she had put into preparing the room for them. Jacky got out a couple of Venetian style decorative masks for them to wear and explained that their donor would also wear a similar mask for privacy. Helen undressed and positioned herself on the bed with feet in the stirrups and Jacky wheeled her husband around so that he could lean forward sufficiently to arouse Helen orally and digitally. Jacky left them with some lube as well to prepare for the donation.

Jacky went out and fetched Jack from the other waiting room and took him into the Masterbatorium, where they both stripped and Jacky had her way with Jack to get him aroused and edging whilst she got herself off as well. Once Jack was well and truly ready, she opened the rear door of the Masterbatorium which lead directly into the Inseminartorium. Jack went in first, lead by his raging erection, and Jacky followed, now with a loose surgical gown wrapped around her nakedness.

"Oooh. Lovely" said Helen when she saw what Jack had to offer. Her husband was sitting beside her holding her hand. Jack went over and shook his hand and Helen reached out and stroked his cock. Her husband nodded to Helen indicating his approval. Jack assumed the position between her legs. Helen stimulated her clit - the rules were that Jack would not touch her in any way other than by fucking. Helen was already well lubricated and Jack slid right in. Helen lifted her thighs and responded to his thrusts. 

Ooh, the agony and the ecstasy - after Dr. H's cold speculum, Jack's hot cock was oh so good after oh so long. But Helen knew that this was for family, not her pleasure, as much as she would have loved to be able to have an orgasm whilst being filled with this beautiful thick cock, she had to be satisfied at home with her husband's mouth and fingers, and her secret dildo hidden in her lingerie drawer. But Jack had already been edging and in no time he delivered his donation, withdrew and turned and left the room. 

Jacky explained to Helen that she needed to remain with her legs up for 20-30 minutes to maximize the chances of insemination. She then went back into the Masterbatorium to Jack. Despite his donation, he still had a usable erection which Jacky wasn't going to let go to waste, so she pushed him back onto the lounge and straddled him. As Jack massaged her breasts and tweaked her erect pink nipples, Jacky fingered herself so that together with Jack's not quite flagging erection, she achieved two more orgasms. Jacky finally climbed off, licked Jack clean, got fully dressed and returned to Helen to help them prepare to go home.

And so it was that "Jack and Jacky's Natural Service" business was born, even if somewhat dodgy and 'off the books'.

Meanwhile, back at home, Emily was happy that Jack seemed much more contented, and she was satisfied with their fortnightly date nights. When he gave her a beautiful diamond Eternity ring, she was over the moon, though she was a little surprised that Jack made so much money from some simple sperm donations.

Note:- *Inseminatorium - Having started with the word Masterbatorium, then the idea of an 'Assisted Conception' clinic, it was an obvious(?) step to have an 'Inseminatorium'.

Personal PS

Whilst this post is fictional and a bit of fun, the subject matter touched on is very real. Personally, I have a disabled partner with zero libido, since an acquired brain injury from a childhood accident, although it took us 30 years to finally understand the source of her issues. For us, the issue of starting a family was not infertility, but rather the very real danger of conception, pregnancy and child raising, due to her medication and dangerous medical condition. Under medical supervision, after a lot of soul-searching, we finally took the serious step of reducing her medication by half, then using the Billings Method for fast conception - once a month whether she enjoyed it or not, for three months. Child raising was difficult with breast feeding out of the question, and nursing, carrying and bathing baby could never be unattended. We were fortunate in that our baby's congenital issues could be addressed surgically, although her last surgery was at age 26 (a heart valve replacement). So I fully understand why some couples resort to AI or surrogacy.

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The Masterbatorium

Jack and Emily were a normal, good looking suburban couple, in their thirties with two beautiful children. But like so many like them, their sex life had dwindled to almost nothing. Since their last child, Emily just didn't have the energy or interest for sex but Jack's sex drive was as strong as ever.

But Emily loved Jack, and not wanting him to have an affair, she had a wonderful idea. There was a new 'Assisted Conception' centre open in town. So she put the idea to Jack that he could go there to get some sexual relief by making sperm donations and earn a bit of money as well.

Now Jack wasn't entirely enthused about the idea, after all he jacked-off at home whenever he felt the urge. But to be paid to jack-off, that sounded interesting, so he rang and made a booking late one afternoon.

He arrived at the nominated time and at reception he was surprised to see Jacqueline, a hot blond he had lusted after at school. The less kind at school, called her "Yakky Jacky" - with that seductive smile, innocent face and dulcet tones, she could talk just about anyone into doing her bidding, even the teachers. Jack had always dreamed of what she could do with those lips.

After an embarrassed "Hello" he proceeded to fill in all the forms, including lots of personal stuff (genetic profile), ethnicity, hair and eye colour, height, weight, sporting prowess, education level, etc, all the things a woman looking for a sperm donation might ask for. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jacqueline looking him up and down with a cheeky smile on her face.

Jacqueline took Jack gently by the arm and guided him down the corridor to a room with a "Masterbatorium"* sign on the door. She took him in, took off his coat, gently caressing his shoulders and arms as she did so. She pointed out the supply of porn magazines on the table and the remote control for the video/TV. She placed the open specimen jar on the table beside him.

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She asked what his favourite type of porn was, and she bent down to get a DVD from the cupboard, making sure her long bare legs were on display right up under her short nurse's uniform. She turned and bent right down to put the DVD in the player, taking much longer than necessary to give him a good look up her dress to the orbs of her perfect arse cheeks between which he could just barely see the thinnest wisp of a bright red thong.

"Take your time" she said, running her hand over the rising bulge in his pants, up his chest and across his shoulders, as she walked toward the door. "Just press this button when you're finished or you need something". She clicked the door lock as she went out.

As Jacqueline walked back to her desk, she could feel the warmth and wetness building up in her groin. "O my God" she thought, "After all the nerds and fugglees that I normally see in here, in comes this hunk that I had the hots for at school!".

As she sits down at her desk, she can't help but have a little wriggle on the chair, feeling her clit harden under the caress of her silky thong. She squirms some more. This is getting too much - thoughts of work have flown out the door. She loosens the top buttons of her uniform, fans her flushed face and slips a hand under her skirt to give her clit the attention it is craving. Her fingers pull her thong band aside and slip into her wet cunt and she works her G-spot till she feels her orgasm is edging.

Now Jacqueline knew it was against the company's privacy rules, but she just had to have it, so she got out her phone and took a photo of the form Jack had filled in, with his name address and cell phone number.

Jacqueline glances at the clock and notices that Jack has been in the Masterbatorium for an extra long time. She goes down the corridor, taps on the door and lets herself in, locking the door behind her. Jack has his large cock in his hand as he says to her, "Sorry, I just can't seem cum today. Porn just doesn't seem to do it for me anymore".

Jacky, stands in front of him, leans over to give him a good eyefull of her breasts now almost spilling out of her unbuttoned uniform. "Let me help you" she says and takes him in hand.

She feels his cock twitch and swelling imperceptively.  She can feel her cunt juices pooling in her thong. She turns around, undoes a couple more buttons and the zip of her dress, and with a shrug her uniform drops to the floor. Her hands slide over her hips, pushing her thong down as well. "Allow me to help you" she says and backs up to Jack, sitting onto his erection, and her sopping lubricated cunt allows her to slide on him till he is balls deep. "Have you any idea how much I wanted to fuck you back at school?"

Jack can't help but lift his thighs to thrust back in response to Jacky riding him. Now Jack might have been having trouble getting to orgasm, but Jacqueline was having no such trouble. Her fingers are now down rubbing her clit as she rises and falls on Jack's erection with increasing urgency. With a shudder, she slams down on Jack as her kegals start convulsing and pull Jack in and hold him tightly. She feels the hot flood as Jack pumps a load of cum into her.

As Jacky's orgasm subsides, she reaches for the specimen cup, gently lifts off Jack and holds the cup under her pussy as she squeezes his cum out of her. She turns around to Jack to show him his donation and holds it to her nose and declares, "Lovely bouquet of musk with a hint of a pineapple if I'm not mistaken. A perfect donation". She dips her fingers into her pussy and drags out a little more cum and draws it across Jack's lips. Her fingers draw out the remnants and she sucks on them herself, saying "Ooooh. Perfect flavour, a little like sorteed oysters. You definitely qualify for repeat donations".

Jacky licks Jack clean and whilst he redresses, she pulls her thong up, relishing in the wetness that pools there. Slipping her uniform back on but leaving the top few buttons undone to display her breasts that still tingled from her orgasm, she leads Jack out to sign-out and to give him his payment.

"Now I want you back for your next donation in a fortnight" she says. "Last appointment of Friday afternoon, OK with you?". "Now you must abstain from any ejaculation with your wife or any masturbation for a full week before your next donation. We want a really good big donation next time!".

Next time, 'The Inseminatorium and some Dodgy Business'.

Note:- * The term Masterbatorium first appeared in the comedic-drama movie "Running with Scissors" (2006) starring Annette Bening, Alec Baldwin and Gwyneth Paltrow. 

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TMI Tuesday - Money Makes the World Go Round

"Money, not love and sex, makes the world go round.
Love and Sex only makes it enjoyable and populated!"

1. Has money ever ruined a relationship for you?

Fortunately, no! Though I was in a 6 mth contract once where the company got into a cash-flow problem and wasn't paying my agent's invoices, about 2 mths in. I worked on in hope, partly out of friendship with my manager and anticipation that the project I was on was close to completion and a big pay-out and back-pay. But it wasn't to be. A month after I finished, the company filed for bankruptcy and I finally only got 10c in the dollar - lost about $10K. My friend lost out much more than me, so rather than ruining our friendship, we just commiserated.

2. Have you ever successfully negotiated a pay raise?

Fortunately, I have never had to. All my full time jobs have been with large companies with good performance review and rewarding pay schemes and one with a profit sharing company share bonus scheme.

When contracting, I relied on a good agent to keep abreast of commensurate pay scales.

3. What piece of MONEY advice would you tell your younger self?

Nothing more than what I have already done:- 

• work hard, work at what you enjoy;
• appreciate what you have and have achieved; aim to make a difference in world;
• don't get sucked in by 'get quick' schemes;
• live within your means; never 'splash your cash'; never get your 'honey' where you get your 'money';
• keep debt to the absolute minimum (house mortgage), pay your debt 'forward' so that when down times do happen (and they will), you have something already set aside for that 'rainy day';
• put savings aside for your retirement years - these days, after 50 years of work, you can still expect to live another 25-30 years; 
• be compassionate and charitable to those who are less fortunate, "Live simply so that others can simply live?".

4. Have you ever paid for sex or been paid for sex?

Sadly its the only way I have enjoyed partnered sex for the last 14 years (see my post "Lustless").

5. Are you hiding a financial secret?

No, just private wrt details. My financial state is a comfortable, self-funded retiree. I have worked, saved and invested well and have our bases covered wrt potential future medical and age-care requirements. I have no desire to flaunt my 'wealth' nor my charitable giving.

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"Too Much Information"

Goldilocks and the Three Bares

Goldilocks was a free spirit. As she walks through the woods, the spring flowers, their intoxicating scent and the sunshine exhilarate her. A puff of warm air lifts her light, short cotton dress and caresses the golden locks of her commando pubes. With all inhibition blown away, she begins to dance and frolic across the meadow.

After a while, she reaches a house, deep in the forest glades. Feeling warm, flushed and thirsty, Goldilocks decides to go and ask for a glass of water. At the door, she sees a wooden carved plaque, "Bare family. (Clothing optional)". Without a second thought, she undoes her dress clasp and with a shrug it drops off her shoulders and slips down her lithe naked body.

Goldilocks reaches for the door knocker, strangely shaped like an long erect penis, but the unlatched door swings open at her touch. She enters and seeing the house empty, gets herself a glass of water at the sink.

Feeling a little tired after her dance through the forest, Goldiocks explores the house and finds a bedroom, where she flops down, spreadeagled and dozes off to sleep.

She is a woken by her shoulder being touched. Opening her eyes, she sees a teen-aged young man standing there, obviously Jnr. Bare. Her eyes scan his handsome, muscular, though young, body. "What is that?" A tiny limp appendage dangles between his legs. "Much too small for me!" she thinks.

Jumping off the bed, Goldilocks finds another bedroom and settles down. After a couple of minutes, a tall blond voluptuous women enters, Momma Bare. OMG! Goldilocks' heart skips a beat at the sight of her soft curves. She has beautiful soft golden curls atop her women-hood, not unlike Goldilocks' own.

"John, we have a visitor" Momma Bare calls to her husband in sweet dulcet tones, not angry at all.

Poppa Bare comes in and Goldilocks' heart skips two beats. John Bare is obviously a wood-cutter with a sculpted muscly body. He too is blond, but it is his enormous dick that Goldilocks can't take her eyes off. As John's eyes caress her naked body and golden locks, Goldilocks sees his cock twitch and slowly start to rise. She feels her clit aroused and her cunt moistening. "This size is just right" thinks Goldilocks.

"My! What a big cock you have" declares Goldilocks. "All the better to fuck you with" replies Poppa Bare with a smile.

"Jack" Poppa Bare calls to his son. "Come here. It's time you learned about the Facts of Life!".

Poppa Bare pulls Goldilocks to the edge of the bed and directs Jack to stand to the side of the bed. Momma Bare kneels on the bed and leans over to lick Goldilocks' pink perk nipples. "Welcome to the Bare house" says Momma Bare. Goldilocks feels an electric shock shoot through her clit. Poppa Bare's cock is a red hot rod now and he is sliding his glans up and down her moist vulva. Subconsciously, Goldilocks' hips rise to meet him. 

She turns her head to the side and sees Jack. That tiny little appendage is growing like a bean-stalk. She reaches out and gently takes him in hand. "OMG, it is thickening and getting hotter and longer by the second" thinks Goldilocks.

"OOOOOMG!" Goldilock's cunt is flooding as Poppa Bare gently slides into her. Momma Bare swings a leg over and lowers her own vulva to Goldilocks' lips. The scent of her wet sex is overwhelming and she licks Momma Bare's juices.

Goldilocks' body is starting to shake as she approaches orgasm. Momma Bare is grinding on her face and starting to shake. Poppa Bare's cock is starting to twitch in her pussy and Jack is groaning and his cock is twitching.

Suddenly there is a sexual explosion of a four-way orgasm. Jack's jizz squirts over her hand and across her body. Momma Bare's cunt fills her mouth with squirt and Poppa Bare's throbbing cock fills her cunt with warm sticky seed as her pussy muscles squeeze him tight in spasms of her own orgasm, holding him in for a minute or two.

And so Goldilocks and the three Bares fucked happily ever after - Momma and Poppa on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and Jack on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, improving his education erectucation. On Sundays, Goldilocks rested and fucked herself.

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Toy for Two

"Picture me upon your lap,

With toy for two and two to toy

The pleasure centres of our joy,

Together when we fap, fap fap!"

Sir Thomas, TTE, DOM

Caveat

Whilst technically, this is a product type review, it is neither solicited, sponsored nor branded. A quick search of on-line sex shops will find similar products in the 'cock ring' category. The specific product illustrated is a cheap generic - the shop assistant unwrapped the clear plastic bag to check the battery and I never kept the wrapper. (It was previously shown in a post, "The Crown Jewels" but not actually functionally reviewed there).

Introduction

I was heading out for some afternoon delight with a buddy last MMMonday when I realized that I hadn't put on my cock ring, although I had primed with Viagra. Now regular readers will know that a man my age, post prostate cancer radiotherapy, even with Viagra assistance, still needs a cock ring to keep up with/in my buddy. Fortunately, I had to drive past my local sex shop on the way, so I stopped in to get one. On perusing the rack, I saw this bunny-eared vibrating model - now I had seen it in a catalog once and was vaguely interested. 

Knowing that today's buddy had a good collection of toys, I knew she would be interested to try this out, so a purchase was made. Time for a MMMonday 'test drive'!

Products Description

In this case, packaging was negligible with no instructions.

There is no indication of the material of which it is made, but it appears to be of similar plastic/silicone as other rings.

On the top of the ring is molded a tube into which is inserted a simple bullet vibrator (I notice more expensive models have multi-speed bullet vibrators). Off the back of the bullet tube protrude a pair of 'rabbit ears', 3cm long - the 'ears' protrude at an angle. At the base of the 'ears' is a 'tickler', about 1cm in diameter and 1cm high, comprising some 19 thin, soft flexible 'fingers'.

[Edit 13th April]The 'rabbit ears' are nice and soft and pliable. Other older makes may have harder plastic ears, as reported by the barefoot_sub in a comment below.

Usage

I tried four different methods of use with my buddy.

Warm up - Bullet Only

I usually welcome Buddy with an Australian Kiss. As she was getting well lubricated, an idea crossed my mind. I surreptitiously slipped the bullet out of its home base and gave my lady a 'two finger salute', sliding my fingers and the vibrating bullet onto her G spot. MMMorgasm #1.

Forward Cow-Girl

Buddy's interest was piqued and she wanted to try the clit stimulation facilities. I had the ring on with the ears pointing up toward my body, so when she straddled me, leaning forward, the whole device was pressed between our pelvic bones. She said it was better than any of her toys - to be filled with a throbbing hot cock attached to a hot body (instead on a cool, inanimate dildo, even if it was vibrating), at the same time as vibrating ears and clit tickler, was heavenly.

Doggy

Once I flipped her over for some 'doggy', I realized that the 'ears' would be better facing away from me and would be better underneath my cock, so a quick removal and repositioning got me 'locked and loaded'. As I started thrusting, I knew my realignment was right as the 'ears' and tickler, now under her, slid up in her grove to hit her 'spot'. More ecstatic utterance!

Missionary

Now Buddy prefers 'missionary' position, to see my face and to kiss and cuddle as we fuck. I realized that I would have to rotate the ring to have the 'ears' on top. As I slid into her, I had a good view now of the 'ears' sliding up between her labia. As we now ground our pubes together I was getting the good vibrations as well, until MMMorgasm #2.

(Mock-up photo with Fleshlight
for Buddy's modesty)

Cleaning

Cleaning should be as for recommended cleaning of similar sex toys like dildos. Importantly, the bullet vibrator, being battery powered, should be removed and not immersed in water, but cleaned separately with a cloth and cleaner.

Conclusion

The majority of sex toys are for solo use, though sometimes a shared dildo can be fun, though their bulk can get in the way. Toys for couples are rarer. This ring is ideal for couple play, for him to wear to pleasure her and receive pleasure in return in the most intimate positions.

A very big tick from both of us, or perhaps that should be a double 'thumbs' up!. "MMM!"

This will be a regular part of our play from now on - I definitely want MMMore!

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Date Night

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Shannon had accumulated some time off work in lieu of a couple of days overtime he had worked, so he was able to pick-up Emma and Andy from school. It was Friday afternoon and they didn't have any homework. They were delightful children - 7 year old Andy was Daddy's little helper and 5 year old Emma just loved helping in the kitchen and cooking.

Shannon explained to the children, that he and mummy were having a special dinner tonight and he needed their help to get everything ready and to have an early bath and dinner themselves. Andy got the table ready, table cloth, cutlery, then at dad's suggestion, wine glasses, candles and napkins, then he headed to the shower. On seeing the table set, Emma started singing "Mummy's having a Date Night! Mummy's having a Date Night!" Still happily singing, Emma pulled her stool up to the kitchen bench and started preparing some vegetables that Shannon got out for her - he wanted them cut small for a stir-fry. She put them in a saucepan of water and dad put it on the stove to pre-cook. Emma then went off for her bath.

Meanwhile, Shannon searched the bottom of the pantry and found a nice bottle of Marlborough Sav. Blanc and put it in the fridge to chill. "That should match the seafood stir-fry" he thought.

The children had finished in the bathroom and gone to their rooms to get ready for bed. Shannon had a careful, smooth shave, then hopped into the shower, finishing off with a hint of musk after-shave. He quickly heated some left-overs for the children's dinner, then changed into some smart casual clothes.

The children had finished dinner, brushed their teeth and gone to their bedrooms - Shannon could hear Andy playing Mine Craft on his iPad.

At 6:30, Shannon heard Emily's car pull up. He fetches the wine from the fridge and pours two glasses, just as Emily came in the door. She had had an hectic week. Her crisp business suit of the morning, now seemed to hang off her shoulders like a sack. As her business-like eyes scanned the room and saw the dinner table, she thought, "What's he done now or broken?". Out loud, she said "Hi honey" and flopped in the armchair. Shannon brought her a glass of wine and dropped to his knees, removing her shoes and proceeded to give her a foot massage. "Oh my God, it must be bad" she thought. "He's never given me a foot massage before".

As the glass of wine was having its effect and she felt the tension of the day starting to fall off her shoulders and the tension in her neck was starting to ease, Shannon suggested she go and freshen up and dinner would be 15 minutes. As she stood up, she noticed for the first time, Shannon's smart casual clothes, not his usual 'sloppy joes'. As the warmth of the shower further washed the grime and tension of the day off her body, she thought, "What's he up to? Are surprise guests coming over later? Does he have a surprise?".

In the bedroom she stripped off the 'straight jacket' of her business suit. As she stood in front of the mirror in her business bra and pants, she felt definitely un-feminine. As she opened her lingerie draw, she realized she hadn't had these feelings for the need of something feminine for, "What has it been? Weeks? A month or two?". She selected a soft silky set, not really sexy, she hadn't felt the need for sex for months, but something soft and smooth on her skin, something that made her feel, well like a real woman again. She topped this off with a light cotton frock, perhaps a little shorter than she was used to, and definitely not her usual sloppy track-suit.

As she came out, Shannon was just bringing out the dinner plates. The aroma had her gastric juices flowing immediately. The Asian vegetables and prawns stir-fry was sauteed in oyster sauce and a dash of garlic. Wow! As she looked at the vegetables, she immediately saw the characteristic dicing of Emma. The business woman was now back at work, and the warm love of a mother for her children and husband flooded over her.

With one more glass of wine and dinner finished, Emily excused herself, saying "I'm exhausted. I couldn't manage dessert or drinks, I have to go to bed".

Shannon took her arm and guided her to the bedroom. All was quiet now from the the children's rooms. He helped her out of her dress and as she removed her underwear, Shannon fetched some night wear from the drawers. Emily sleepily slipped into them and rolled into bed. Shannon pulled the covers over her and found her asleep already. He couldn't remember when she had last been in bed asleep before 9pm!

Shannon returned to the living room and cleaned up, loaded the dish-washer and tidied up the kitchen. He collected her shoes from the lounge room where he had taken them off. In the bedroom he picked up and put away her business clothes where she had dropped them.

He prepared for bed himself, selecting a brand-new pair of night-wear. He gently slid into bed and snuggled in behind his wife with one hand on her hip, then slipped into sleep.

It must have been around 4AM when Emily stirred into wakefulness. She felt different, not in a bad way. As her hand caressed her body, with a start she realised she wasn't wearing her regular flannelette pyjamas but a silky chemise. Her nipples felt a bit different too and she brought her hand up to run it across her breast. WTF? Her nipples were erect and poking through ribbon decorated slits in her chemise. WTFFF? She was wide awake now. Memories of the previous night were coming back to her. She remembered Shannon helping her get undressed, of putting out her nightie and helping her into it and into bed. "The sneaky bugger! When and where did her get this?".  Her hand crept down her body, to find she was wearing a very silky pair of nickers. As her hand cupped her privates - OMG? They are crotchless. Before she realises what she is doing, her finger has slipped in and is touching her vulva. She can't remember the last time she had touched herself. A warm ache is spreading through her lady bits, not a hot, wet throbbing desire, yet! But after so long of negligible libido, it felt nice.

Emily rolls over to cuddle her husband in appreciation and finds him almost naked. His flannelette PJs were missing too. Her hand slid down to see if he was totally naked, and found he was wearing a pair of soft, silky 'posing pouch' nickers. As her hand slid around, exploring, she found a very hard erection. Shannon was twitching and grunting a little, obviously in dream state. "With that hard-on it must be a very sexy dream" she thinks. "I hope its me he's dreaming about!".

She leans over and licks his nipple, whilst one hand is caressing his erection and her other hand is exploring her slit. She can feel her own clitoral erection building and her cunt is moistening. Her fingers tweek the head of her clit and slide through the folds of her labia, dipping into her now dripping cunt, then drawing the lubricant up through her labia to swirl around her clit-head again. "OMG I can't remember my last orgasm". Her cunt is flooding, "Thank God the drought is over", and her hips are lifting involuntarily to meet her thrusting fingers.

Shannon's erection is rock-hard now and his hips and body are moving. "OMG I need that cock in me now" Emily is thinking. How am I going to manage this. "WTF" she thinks and goes for it. She gently rolls his nickers down exposing his twitching erection. Dipping her fingers into her flooding cunt, she scoops out some lubricant and spreads it over his cock.

Then very gently, she puts one leg over her husband, then gently slides her body over him, holding her weight on her arms. She slides her slippery vulva up over his cock till she's holding his glans at the entrance of her cunt, then with a glorious sigh of long awaited relief, she slides on to him to the hilt. Shannon is thrusting slightly in his dream. Emily desperately wants to fuck hard on him, but not wanting to wake him, she holds back, just twisting and rocking her clit against his pelvic bone. Her orgasm is building but she holds back as long as she can, edging, edging, edging!

But it all becomes too much and her orgasm explodes and her cunt is convulsing, sucking her prize in. Shannon opens one eye and says "Happy fucking anniversary darling". Emily laughs, slaps him on the face and says "You bugger. You were awake all the time. You're going to have to fuck me good and properly now".

And so an hour later, with 4 or 5 more orgasms and a hot cream-pie in her pussy, Emily and Shannon collapse into each other's arm in petit mort, until at 6:30am, the children rush in yelling "Happy anniversary mummy and daddy!"

"How could I have forgotten our wedding anniversary - it's usually the husband that forgets" thinks Emily. "I must have a talk to my secretary on Monday!"

Later that morning, Shannon had taken the children to play OzKick. Emily was in the bedroom stripping the bed sheets. She stopped to enjoy the aroma of that morning's sex. It seemed a pity to have to wash away that memory. When she went round to Shannon's side of the bed, she noticed a small book on the floor beside the bed, where Shannon had dropped it. She looked at the title, "The Stressful Life and Low Libido". Shannon had turned down the page corner of the "Date Night" chapter. It brought a smile to Emily's face as she remembered a girl talk with her best friend Fran, about their common 'problem'. Fran had told Emily about this book. It seems that she shared the book with her husband John, Shannon's best mate, who in turn has lent it to Shannon. Emily made a mental note to get Fran a "Thank You" bottle of wine, or perhaps perfume or lingerie might be more appropriate. A wicked smile crossed Emily's face and she thought, "I wonder if Fran would be up for a Girls Night"?

Lingerie is for Looking At

I was out shopping recently for a (very un-sexy) tee shirt for Lady T and spotted these in the lingerie section opposite (I'm not normally a lingerie section lurker). With one look, I just knew I had to have a pair. Now I'm not into lace and frills, but this see-through fabric appealed to my slight exhibitionist side for my fantasy lovers and you dear voyeurs.

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