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"?

Sex and the Library

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A New York City librarian is getting married to her Mr. Big. But her three best girl-friends must console her when they discover in a four-some, just how BIG Mr big is - he is more than one young virgin bride can take alone.

Starring:- Barah Sexxica Farker, Cum Kattail, Sinful Knickersoff, Cravin Dicksin and Hisnob "Horse" Steed!

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Your mission #451, if you wish to accept,
is to replace any word in a Film Title
with the word 'Library'

The Ride - The Man From Yarra River

(An Australian classic recrafted #literotica

with apologies to 'Banjo' Paterson, "The Man from Snowy River"
public domain since 1991)
Content Warning! Contains sexually explicit graphic descriptions.

 

There was movement on the forums, for the word had passed around
That the MILF from "Butterflys" had got away,
And had joined the Wild Ladies - she was worth a thousand pound,
So all the studs had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted punters from the brothels near and far
Had mustered at "The G" o'night,
For the punters love hard riding where the Wild Ladies are,
And Sir Thomas sniffs their perfume with delight.

There was Stiffy, who made his name, when FIA ruled the net,
The old man with hair as white as cum;
But few could fuck beside him when his blood was fairly up -
He would go where ever whore and man could go.
And Randy of the Overblow came down to lend a hand,
No better fluffer ever held a cock;
For never whore could throw him while the bed-springs still held up,
He learnt to fuck while still a lad at school.

And one was there, a callow youth on a skinny, small-breasted whore,
He was something like a sprinter undersized,
With a touch of 'tuckey pony - three parts thoroughbred -
And such as are by Melbourne Ladies prized.
He was hard and tough and horny- just the sort that won't say die -
There was courage in his quick impatient thrusts;
And he bore the badge of lust in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his cock.

But still so youthfully skinny, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said "That whore will never do
"For a long and tiring fuck - lad you'd better stay away,
"Those thighs are far too rough for such as you".
So he waited sad and wistful - only Randy stood his friend,
"I think we ought to let him cum" he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's cumming at the end,
"For both his whore and he are mountain bred".

"He hails from Yarra River, up by 'Buang's side,
"Where the whores are half as cheap and twice as rough,
"Where a horse's hoof strikes fear from every furtive glance,
"The man that holds his own is good enough,
"And the Yarra River riders in the Gully make their home,
"Where the linctus runs those giant thighs between;
"I have seen full many punters since I first commenced to play,
"But nowhere yet such fuckers have I seen".

So he went — they found the Ladies atop the fucking bed —
They were faced the headboard with arses in the air,
And the old man gave his orders,
'Boys, go at them from the jump, no use to try for fancy riding now. 
And, Randy, you must whip them, try and wheal them on the rump. 
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills, 
For never yet was punter that could keep these Ladies tight, 
If once you breach the sphincter of those cunts.' 

So Randy whipped and whealed them — he was racing on the wing 
Where the best and boldest floggers take their place, 
And he raised his flogger o'er them, and made their arses sting 
With the 9tails, as he met them face to face. 
Then he halted for a moment, while he dropped the dreaded lash, 
And they saw his swollen donger full in view, 
And they charged beneath his torso with a sharp and sudden dash, 
And licked and sucked his member to the hilt. 

Then fast the punters followed, where the gorges deep and red
Resounded to the slapping of their thrusts, 
In the gangbang wild and wet, they queued 
To lick and suck and fuck. 
And upward, ever upward, Wild Ladies held their way, 
Where fountains of squirt, high and wide were sprayed; 
And the old man muttered fiercely, 'We may bid the Ladies good day,
NO man can hold them down all this day.' 

When they reached the 'gasm's summit, even Randy took a pull,
It well might make the boldest hold his breath, 
The hairy twats grew thickly, and the hidden flesh was full 
Of fucking holes, and slick and swollen clits. 
But the man from Yarra River let his Lady have her head, 
And he swung his flogger round and gave a cheer, 
And he raced her down the climax like a torrent flood the bed, 
While the others stood and watched in very awe. 

He sent the linctus flying, but the Lady kept her head, 
He cleared the convulsing body in his stride, 
And the man from Yarra River never eased off in his thrusts — 
It was grand to see that mountain fucker ride. 
Through weary legs and bodies, on the rough and broken bed, 
Through the slippery spreading labia, at a racing pace he went; 
And he never drew a breath till he landed safe and sound, 
At the bottom of that hot and luscious descent. 

He was right among the Ladies as they 'roused a second time, 
And the watchers on the sidelines standing mute, 
Saw him ply his tongue so fiercely, a clit to raise the thrill, 
As he traced across the labia in hot pursuit. 
Then they lost him for a moment, 
Where two luscious labia meet 
'Mongst the tangled legs and bodies, the Wild Ladies panting yet, 
With the man from Yarra River mounted still. 

And down by 'Buang's gullies, where the rugged Ladies 'cline, 
Their tired and weary bodies to recoup, 
Where the air is musky scented, and the milky breasts do shine 
At midday in the warm and mellow air,
Where 'round the O'blow spillway, the river flows away 
To the billabongs and plains, toward Melbourne as it runs, 
The man from Yarra River is a household word to-day, 
And punters tell the story of his ride.

---xxxxXxxxx---

PS. Feb.5th

Now, do yourself a favour and read or listen to Paterson's original.

This iconic bush-ballad, beautifully captures the excitement of high-country horsemen rounding up wild brumbies.  I just hope my poor parody achieves even half that adrenaline pumping excitement.

Then try and find a copy of the movie of the same name, starring Tom Burlinson as Jim, The Man From Snowy River, with Kirk Douglas, Jack Thompson and Ingrid Thornton. If not the full movie, at least watch the YouTube clip of Jim's amazing down-hill ride - no CGI or special effects here - brilliant scenery, riding and cinematography.