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Subject: {ASSM} "A Whole New Game" {Empath} (MF rom pett mdom real)
Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 11:10:04 -0500
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A Whole New Game - a Mikel & Nadine story
By Empath
Copyright, 2001

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Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions of sexual 
activity; if you are under the age of majority, leave it 
be.  And if this sort of prose offends your sensibilities, 
*stop* *reading* *it*!  How hard is that to figure out?  If 
it hurts to poke yourself in the eye with a knife, DON'T! 
(The lengths some people will go to piss themselves off 
never ceases to amaze me.)

Author's Note: The usual 'rose-tinted' reality bit; I'm 
Mikel, Dancer is Nadine, and this stuff really happened.  
Maybe not quite so nicely and perfectly, but Dancer's 
coworkers DID tell her how cute we look in public, for 
example. (They keep asking her when I'm getting back - I've 
never met most of them and they MISS me?!? :)  

This is part of a continuing plotline (MY LIFE:), but I 
think the story is self-sufficient that you don't have to 
dig up any other 'Mikel & Nadine's if you don't want to...

(BTW: Monopoly, etc. are registered trademarks of Hasbro, 
Inc.  Permission hasn't been sought, but I seriously doubt 
they care. :)

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Finally, she got home.  I was waiting at the door like some 
faithful dog.  I thought about it briefly, amused at the 
comparison.  When she opened the screen door, I whipped 
open the main door, grabbed her on the porch, picked her up 
and spun around with her in my arms.

"Whoa!  What's all this for?" Nadine squealed.  "D'ja miss 
me a lot today?"

I put her feet back on the floor, but kept her in my arms.  
"Beth called."

Only two words, but they were powerful enough to bring her 
up to my level of excitement.  "And?" she asked eagerly.

"They've finished the background check and all that shit - 
if Tom and I would care to show up at the Service Center on 
Monday, they can make my work visa official!"

"That's WONDERFUL, Mik!"  Her arms came up to pull me close 
and we shared a powerful kiss.  She didn't mind having a 
'house husband,' but she also knew I was champing at the 
bit to get to work and earn my share; Tom was waiting to 
take me on as a junior programmer, as well.

After breaking off, we released each other enough to go 
inside.  "Let's go up and get you cleaned up; supper's 
simmering on the stove."

As we made our way to the upstairs bathroom, Nadine 
stripped off her shirt and tossed it over her shoulder to 
my waiting hands.  When we arrived, she pulled her pants 
down without ceremony and sat on the toilet.  I grabbed the 
facecloth from the sink, wetted it with lukewarm water, and 
handed it to her.  She took it gratefully, and as she wiped 
down her face and neck, I knelt and pulled the white 
uniform slacks off her legs.  As she flushed and moved to 
the sink, I leaned out of the bathroom and chucked her work 
clothes into the laundry basket in the bedroom.

I moved up behind her, enjoying the feel of her rear end on 
my thighs.  As she scrubbed her hands I slipped her bra 
straps down and started massaging her shoulders.  Nadine 
slumped like a marionette with its strings cut.  
"Uuuuuuuuugh, THANK you!"

I worked quickly, soothing her tense muscles, as she 
described the exceptional events of her workday: Ronnie 
dropped a pan of fries, Nadine cracked her knee on the 
steam table, and Wanda annoyed everyone with incessant 
moaning about her divorce.  After I finished with her neck 
and shoulders, I dropped to my knees and gave her 'damaged' 
knee a kiss.  She laughed at my attentions and started to 
dry her hands.

While I was down there, I paused to regard her pussy.  
Since she only wears panties when she's flowing, Nadine's 
crotch was open to my observation.  Thin shading of short 
dark hair covered her mound, but when I moved to stroke it 
my hand was playfully slapped away.  "Maybe later," she 
allowed.

We went into the bedroom, I pulled her into my arms, and 
while kissing her, I made my 'one-hand bra-clasp' move.

"Thanks, I don't want this on anymore!"  She sat on the bed 
and pulled off her socks.  As usual, the ribbing on them 
had marked her calves.  I opened her shirt drawer and 
looked back expectantly.

"Ahh, surprise me," chose the naked form on our bed.

'Right - she asked for it,' I thought, and - covering my 
eyes with one hand - I plunged the other into the drawer 
like I was picking a raffle winner.  "NOT THAT ONE!" Nadine 
called, before even seeing what I'd grabbed; I rewarded her 
by throwing the T-shirt in her face.

I joined her on the bed as she pulled the shirt on, masking 
her breasts from my attentions.  I patted my lap and told 
her "get 'em up here."

She obligingly put her feet up and I began to rub them.  
Nadine lay back and sighed with contentment.  I kneaded the 
soles with my thumbs, rolled the entire feet between my 
hands, and stroked the creased skin of her ankles.  When 
the red marks from her socks were gone, I stopped and 
checked my patient.

She was asleep.  Or was she?  I shifted her feet off my lap 
and slid onto the bed alongside her.  I slowly leaned over 
her, checking to determine her state of consciousness.

'Her arms are limp; she's not posing in any way.  But wait 
- her breathing's too quiet; her jaw's not quite relaxed 
enough to be asle-'

"BOOO!"  As always, I started slightly.  She giggled at her 
success - not that I EVER have a chance; even when I KNOW 
she's gonna do it, my reflexes refuse to listen to my 
brain's warnings.  I mock-pouted, sitting up and crossing 
my arms.

"Aww, I'm saw-wee," she called, seeing though my act.  She 
sat up as well, leaning over to kiss me.  I pounced, 
pinning her to the bed and burying my face in the crook of 
her neck.  Her squeals got me to stop, and I gave her three 
quick kisses on the lips.  I shifted my weight to one side, 
in preparation to getting off of her, but she had other 
plans.

She hooked her leg around one of mine, and neatly rolled us 
over.  She propped herself up and returned my three kisses, 
then she cocked her head like a dog hearing something 
beyond the range of humans and commented "Supper's ready."

We both took a moment to smell the aroma of meat and spices 
coming up through the heat vents.  I pulled her down onto 
me, and told her "Like I said, it's simmering; it'll keep."

Nadine slid onto her side, lying half-on and half-off of 
me.  Her head burrowed into the hollow of my collarbone, 
and we wrapped arms around each other.  "I love you, 
Mikel."

"I love you, Nadine."  I lay in contentment, letting my 
mind wander.  "I wonder if we make other people sick with 
our sappy behavior?"

"Oh, Viv saw us going to the store yesterday - she thought 
it was so CUTE, us holding hands."

"Hey, I like holding your hand; it's the most respectable 
way I have of staying in physical contact with you."  I 
goosed her naked buttocks to illustrate my point.  She 
yelped, squirmed for a moment, and got up.  I reached over, 
grabbed the jeans she'd changed out of that morning, and 
handed them to her.  Nadine stood and shimmied into her 
pants.  I rolled over onto my stomach to watch, and 
realized I had a new bulge pressing into the bed.

"Whoops."

"What?" my bride asked.  I showed her by rolling onto my 
back and thrusting my hips up for a second.  "Ohhhh, I'm 
sorry."

"No you're not, you tease!  Besides, you didn't DO anything 
to provoke him this time."  She proffered a hand and I used 
the help to get up.  "He'll calm down - let's go get 
supper."

           *           *           *           *

After the tacos were devoured and the dishes plunked in the 
sink, we looked at one another as if to say "Right; now 
what?"

"What's on TV?"

"The usual."

"Huh.  How about a game of Monopoly?"

"Sure."  I opened the cabinet and took the game down from 
its high shelf, safe from little Bev's curiosity when she 
visited.

We set up on the dining room table, and started with the 
'official' properties - none.  After several laps of the 
board, Nadine was closing in on the golds and pale blues 
with a red and Park Place, while I had most of the maroons, 
another red and a utility.  We had split the railroads 
evenly.  Nadine had more money than I did though - her luck 
with games of chance was making itself known.

"Seven.  One, two, thr-damn."  I didn't bother finishing my 
move and just moved my boot back to jail; I'd only just 
gotten out!  Shrugging, I slid the dice over to my wife.

She got a six, and snapped up Oriental Avenue, completing 
that set.  When I didn't get doubles, she quickly put two 
houses on each of her monopoly properties.  My next roll 
was a double four, freeing me from incarceration and 
landing me on the one gold property she didn't own.  Nadine 
pouted for a second.

I flaunted Tennessee Ave.'s deed in front of her.  "You 
want this, don't you?"  She nodded slowly.  "What're yer 
gonna offer me for it?"

"Kentucky?"  She held up the red deed she owned.  I thought 
momentarily, then shook my head.  She added some cash, 
which I curled my lip at.  She dropped that and offered a 
railroad.  "Nah."  Nadine then held up cash for almost 
twice Tennessee's face value.  I pursed my lips and shook 
my head slowly.  She looked at her holdings with a frown, 
trying to divine what I wanted.

"The Canadian GST stands for 'Goods and Services Tax', 
right?  All your offers have been..." I let the statement 
linger on my tongue.

Her face lit up only a second before she rolled her eyes.  
I regarded her expectantly.  She leaned forward, taking a 
seductive air.  "So, would you give it to me for a 
blowjob?"  Her voice was breathy and low, hitting me 
straight in the libido.  "My hot, wet mouth sliding over 
your big, hard cock?  Is that what you want?"  To add to my 
torment, she licked her lips, taking an epoch to cover both 
before stretching her tongue up to lick the tip of her 
nose.

It took a supreme effort to not rip off my jeans and 
acquiesce, but I managed it somehow.  I sat up stock-
straight and bristled my mustache too give the impression 
of an English schoolmaster.  "A blowjob?  Is that your idea 
of foreplay, Miss Sanders?  Just jump straight to the 
fellatio?  What about a kiss, girl?  Start off with a 
little kiss?" I asked in my best John Cleese voice, 
paraphrasing his speech from "Monty Python's The Meaning of 
Life."

Nadine shrugged abruptly, then resumed her 'vamp' 
character; she stood, rolling her shoulders back to press 
her full breasts against the material of her T-shirt.  She 
walked ove- no; she SWAYED her way over to me, sliding her 
butt onto my now bumpy lap, and cradled my head in her 
hands.

What she gave me was one HELL of a kiss.  Her succulent 
lips worked over mine, leaving a tingling in their wake.  
"She sucked the life out of me" sounds like a cliche it's 
exactly what she did.  That tongue of hers probed no 
further than my teeth, but mine came out to meet it.  
Adding to the effect, she worked her fingers into my hair, 
brushed her bosom against my chest, and rubbed her rear 
against my crotch.  I was getting all this for a mid-value 
property?  I privately vowed to get hold of Boardwalk!

Eventually the kiss ended.  She moved her hands forward to 
hold my head up, and I gazed unfocusedly in the general 
direction of her face.  The goddess in front of me asked if 
that would suffice as payment.  The little devil on my 
shoulder took over from my distracted self, and replied 
"And twenty bucks - it is the Goods AND Services Tax, not 
OR."

She pushed herself off of me in a huff, and took her seat.  
A grin was on her face when she grabbed a twenty and tossed 
it in my direction.  We both took pause to watch it 
pinwheel down to the table.  I slid the deed over to her 
and took the bill.

That proved to be a mistake.  With two monopolies and the 
money to get them started, it wasn't long before I had 
mortgaged Indiana Ave., Water Works and a yellow I had 
since gained.  I'd gotten the cheap purple pair and put a 
brace of houses on them, but States Ave. eluded me.  
Nadine's purse was quite healthy while mine couldn't have 
bought States even if I landed on it.

But I didn't land on it, she did.  She'd just yawned at 
paying the rent on Baltic and rolled 6-4.  States Avenue.  
If I was to hold my own in the game, I needed a second 
monopoly.  We both looked down at the $34 I had - most of 
that was the rent I'd recently gotten.  I looked up at her 
with a meek grin.  Her smile reminded me of seeing a fin 
cutting through the water just off a crowded beach.

"Um."  I made a show of my paltry wad.  "At present I am 
unable to reimburse you monetarily, but-" I'd glanced up to 
meet her gaze.  She was curling a finger to beckon me over.

I complied, kneeling when she placed a hand on my shoulder.  
She started with another kiss - much shorter thankfully - 
and then guided my hands to her breasts.  "Ah, so you'd 
care for another massage?"

"You just keep going until I let you know I've gotten my 
money's worth." and grabbed the hem of her shirt.  I 
assisted her and soon she was topless.  I admired my wife's 
assets for a moment, then had the presence of mind to lock 
the front door and turn out the porch light.

When I returned, Nadine was idly stroking her breasts with 
a dozy, catlike smile on her face.  I returned to my 
subordinate position and added my hands to hers.  The added 
stimulation must've been distracting for her, because she 
soon grasped my wrists lightly, letting her arms hang from 
that position.

I dragged my fingertips all over her milky-white breasts, 
caressing every patch of skin except for her nipples.  
Keeping an eye on her face, I started to knead her tits, 
the knuckles at the base of my fingers pressing against 
their erect, swollen tips.  Her head reclined, her eyes 
shut and her mouth was in open, sighing smile.

Nadine suddenly made her desires known by pulling my hands 
from side to side.  I could feel her nipples bumping 
against my knuckles, and sped up my hands' motions.  This 
tickled my palms but had the desired effect on my 
sweetheart.  Her breath came out in heavy sighs, 
interspersed with "Yessss" every now and again.

When she seemed to crest the limit of this action, I took 
the lead and grasped each nipple between forefinger and 
thumb.  This was rewarded with a sharp, distinct "YES", and 
Nadine moved her hands to my shoulders.  I began to lightly 
squeeze and twist them, much to my wife's delight.  I knew 
she was quite tolerant to ill treatment there, so I 
increased the pressure, and increased her pleasure as well.

Nadine's breaths were shortening, and before long she moved 
her hands again; one slipped under her jeans, and the other 
snared my head and pulled it to her bosom.  My face was 
stuck into her cleavage and I licked at the skin in front 
of my mouth.  Once her cleft was well moistened I breathed 
hotly onto the skin, which made her moan.  

She pulled my head to one side, and I knew where she wanted 
me next.  I shifted one hand to cradle the breast from 
underneath and locked my lips to her wrinkled, pink-brown 
areola.  I sucked against her teat, drawing the distended 
nipple past my lips.  I tickled the tip with my tongue and 
was rewarded with some sharp moans.  

I kept my off-hand clamped against the nipple quite 
harshly, but she made no sign of displeasure.  In fact, the 
pressure of fingernails on my scalp told me 'stop messing 
around and DO IT!'

I complied, bringing my teeth against her nipple.  First I 
grazed them lightly against the very end, teasing her.  
Then my lips spread out and I trapped her in my incisors.  
I rolled it back and forth by working my jaw side to side, 
and then made some brief, momentary bites that set Nadine 
wailing.

'Not far now', I told myself and set up my finale.  I slid 
my teeth over her nipple, stopping so that one side was 
caught between them.  I began to squeeze this special spot 
with my teeth and had the sought-after goal.  Nadine 
climaxed.

Her cries stopped as if a switch had been flipped off.  Her 
body arched off the chair, hips thrusting her trapped hand 
against my chest.  I shifted both hands to grasp the chair 
back for balance.  And above all else, she shivered.  Every 
muscle in her body spasmed as in a grand mal epileptic 
seizure, making me feel like I was fondling a giant 
vibrator.   This only lasted a couple of moments, and then 
she slumped back into the chair, limp.  I caught her head, 
and rested mine against her chest.  It was surprising, but 
*I* was tired as well!

"Th-thank you." This snapped me from my reverie and I stood 
and crouched to bring my face level with hers.  "I didn't 
hurt you, did I?"  Her gasping face frowned for a second, 
then gave me an indifferent look.  I rephrased the 
question:  "Was anything I did painful?"  Her head shook a 
definite 'No' for that.  I looked upon my wife.  "Did I 
tire you out?"  Nadine told me 'Yes', non-verbally.  I 
hugged her, and was startled by her response.  She shivered 
again.  It was very short, like a full-body flinch, but we 
looked at each other with surprise.  I thought for a 
second, found an analogy and told her, "aftershocks."  We 
smiled and kissed tenderly.

After we caught our breath, and Nadine pulled her shirt on 
(after drying her cleavage with MINE), we got back to the 
game.  She slid States' deed over to me, and plopped a 
hundred on top of it.  I smiled at my 'tip', and put it 
into developing the maroon properties.

I now had two monopolies, and with some luck I could catch 
up to her.  My luck did hold, and I avoided her high-rent 
traps.  After an interminable time, I was ahead by $500 in 
cash, but behind by more like a thousand in real estate.  

And then I landed on Boardwalk.  I felt Nadine's glare 
burning into my forehead.  When I looked up from the board, 
she stood and, without a word, walked into the living room.  
I was still trying to guess what my wife was doing when she 
returned with every cushion and throw pillow from there. 

She set them out on the dining room floor in a makeshift 
mattress, then lay back onto them.  She looked at me with 
her arms crossed behind her head, and said, "Well, I'm 
waiting!"  I burst out laughing at this point, and we 
shared in the levity of the moment.  Then I got up and got 
down next to her.

We started off from scratch, kissing and hugging.  As her 
hands began to pull me onto her body, an idea coalesced in 
my head.  I propped myself up on my arm to look at her and 
said, "I've got it."  She looked at me quizzically, and I 
announced my 'demands' with a sinister smile.  "If you want 
Boardwalk, you've gotta fuck until you can't fuck any more.  
I'm gonna bring you to the point of absolute exhaustion."  
Fire gleamed in Nadine's eyes and she chirped "OKAY!" in a 
'little-girl' voice.

I began by giving her some industrial-grade snogging.  It 
wasn't as good as her 'succubus-kiss' she gave me earlier, 
but it was close.  While my arms kept me from crushing the 
air out of her chest, Nadine's hands were busy working at 
the belts, buttons and zippers that kept our jeans on.  I 
stopped pummeling her tongue with mine when I felt a hand 
stroke my cock.  She looked up at me with a heavy-lidded, 
breathless expression.  That hand was still working, and 
its efforts were not in vain.

I slipped my jeans and shorts down with one hand, and my 
wife worked hers off from underneath me.  Once our nether 
regions were exposed and we were ready, my annoying mind 
came up with another idea.  Compelled beyond the power of 
my libido, I stood up, pulled off the rest of my clothes, 
and dashed off to the downstairs bathroom.

"Mikel?!?" she cried plaintively.  "Where're you going - 
get yer butt back here!"

I grabbed what I needed, and hurried back.

"A towel?"

"One, some of those cushions are rather rough and I don't 
want that wonderful ass of yours chafed.  Two, we may er, 
'spill' while we're busy, and it'd be difficult to explain 
to your daughter why the cushions stink!"

Nadine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.  "Oh, great - 
now I can't do it!"

Oops.  'Damn, damn, damn - you IDIOT' I yelled at myself 
from the safety of within my own skull.  "Oh.  Er.  I'm 
sorry, I just thought-"

"Oh god, you're so easy!  Get down here NOW!" I swallowed 
my pride at being led on like that and worked the towel 
under her backside, with my wife assisting when necessary.  
When it was in place, I paused to kiss her thigh.  She 
giggled at the sensation, and parted her legs.  I took a 
close look at my wife's pussy.

It was ready.  The outer lips were puffy and moist.  They 
were stuck together at first, but the lightest stroke of a 
finger made them spring apart to reveal her inner depths.  
I smiled, kissed her mound, and worked my way up her body.  
I paused to nuzzle her covered breasts while my knees set 
themselves near her ass.  She splayed her legs wide, 
allowing me access, and bent her knees to wrap around my 
back.  Then I planted my hands on either side of her head, 
and leaned forward to brush my dick against her spread 
thighs.

"Mmmm.  Is he ready?" 

"Ever since that kiss you gave me!"  I shifted my hips and 
let my cock rest at the top of her slit.  Her heels pressed 
against my back, urging me on.  I moved a hand between us, 
ignoring her whimpers, and ran myself up and down her lips, 
lubricating my cockhead.  

With us both ready and raring to go, I eased myself into 
her.  Her moaning sigh was music to me.  Her vaginal 
muscles accepting my cock were even better.

I started slow, planning to hold back and make Nadine cum 
before I lost it.  'Best laid plans...' Before I knew it, 
she had encouraged me into fucking her hard and fast as she 
liked it.  She was climbing Mount Passion, her eyes shut 
and her face screwed up in concentration, when I filled her 
with my seed.  She jolted, though I figured more from 
surprise than orgasm, and she sighed with a smile on her 
face.

I was damned if my impatient gonads would let her down - I 
was out to wear HER out, not me!  I licked my fingers as I 
shifted to one side, keeping my semi-soft manhood in her 
sheath.  I eased my hand between us and tested the moisture 
at her cleft.

Her eyes shot open when I began to diddle her clit.  Her 
surprised expression softened to acquiescence and I started 
pushing her up that slope.  Her hands grasped my shoulders, 
squeezing to the limit of her strength.  She bucked her 
body, moving us both, but I persisted.  Soon I was rewarded 
with her cry of pleasure, and her convulsing pussy clenched 
my stiffening dick.

As she paused to catch her breath, I began to stroke myself 
into her again.  A moaned plea for me to stop was met with 
more activity, not less.  Soon Nadine stopped asking, 
"Don't; stop." and started demanding "Don't stop!" 

I leaned down, kissed her roughly, and slid my hands under 
her shoulders.  She locked me in the grasp of her arms and 
legs, and I took that opportunity to roll us over.  She 
barely noticed.

It was harder for me to thrust into her, but Nadine took 
over without comment, sliding herself up and down on my 
impaling rod.  I released her and allowed her to sit up, 
supporting her shoulders with my arms.

My woman was lost in her own pleasure, her eyes shut and 
jaw slack from the sensations.  She rode me for herself, 
bringing herself off.  Her hands grasped my elbows, 
allowing my hands to shift to her breasts.  I pinched and 
plucked at her nipples through the thin cotton of her 
shirt, goading her even higher.  She gasped at the 
stimulation, head lolling around.

And again, she came.  Her body locked a cry of delight 
strangled in her throat.  I felt fingernails pressing into 
my arms, and my manhood was squeezed inside her.  I 
resisted the impulse.

Nadine collapsed onto me, and I held her close, allowing 
myself to slide out.  She shivered and I rubbed her back 
and arms, warming her as best I could.

Then she propped herself up, looked at me with thanks 
evident on her face.  When she opened her mouth, I silenced 
her with a kiss and the statement "I'm not finished with 
you yet."  My wife stared back with a mixture of 
astonishment, trepidation and excitement.

I extricated myself from under her, making Nadine rest her 
elbows on the edge of the couch and kneeling on the 
cushions.  I got behind her, manipulated her until she was 
nicely wet again, took a corner of the towel to clean off 
my dick as best I could, and took her from behind.

This is a difficult position for us; Nadine's thighs are 
actually longer than mine are - I've won bar bets by 
linking my fingers under my foot with the knee locked 
straight.  My short legs make doggy-style normally 
unattainable, but by propping myself up on a small pile of 
cushions, human invention made up for Mother Nature's 
shortcomings.

And it was well worth the effort.  I plunged into her moist 
slit, hitting parts of her that were untouched normally.  
The feel of her lush buttocks pressing against my hips and 
waist was fantastic.  I took the opportunity to bunch her 
T-shirt up and lightly massage her back and sides, teasing 
her even higher with a tickle here and there.  She buried 
her face in the couch and screamed at the first of several 
orgasms.

This position worked to my advantage, the different 
sensations made her more receptive, but I managed to hold 
off my own passions, to some extent.  It was hard (shut up) 
to feel her cunt milking me and not let go, but I'd vowed 
to myself to give Nadine as much as she could handle.  I 
still feel smug at my self-control.

It couldn't last forever, of course, and it didn't.  
Several times I paused to let her catch my breath, and 
after an interminable number of climaxes, she looked back 
at me and demanded to feel my cum filling her.

That was all my frustrated libido needed.  I began fucking 
her hard, plunging my shaft in as deep as I could manage, 
rocking her body forward with every stroke.  I believe 
Nadine came twice more before I came, but I'll never be 
sure.

I was sweating and panting as we slumped down to our 
makeshift bed, and I eagerly kissed my wife when she hugged 
me.  My cock recovered before my lungs did, though; this 
may have been because someone was fondling him under the 
pretense of drying him off.  Nadine looked apologetic, and 
I just shrugged as if to say, "You got him started..."

I put the towel back under her hips and teased her slit 
with my fingers for a little while.  When she was ready to 
resume - mentally as well as physically - I lifted her 
ankles to my shoulders and slipped my erection into her.

This time it seemed to take forever.  I pushed Nadine over 
the top three times; each orgasm was accompanied with cries 
of pleasure to her husband, her neighbors and her god.  I 
wasn't totally merciless - I followed each with a brief 
pause for us to rest until she began to shift under me 
again.  

And finally, with my breath roaring in my ears, the muscles 
of my body aching from the continued effort, and Nadine 
peaking one last time, I came.  And lost track of events - 
I cannot even recall with any certainty whether I passed 
out...

           *           *           *           *

My vision blurred in and out of focus.  My mouth and throat 
felt like desiccated parchment, my breathing labored and 
erratic.  My skin felt wet and clammy.  I tried to find 
some of my clothes, but my limbs apparently were on strike 
for better treatment.

Then an angel appeared.  She entered my vision as a rushing 
sound met my ears and draped a blanket over me.  A soft 
finger pressed to my chapped lips silenced my attempts at 
thanks.  Nadine slid up beside me, her head resting on my 
shoulder, her body half-on, half-off of mine.  My wife's 
arm reached over to hug herself to me.  It felt so nice and 
comforting.

I struggled with my voice and croaked, "You know something, 
sweetie?"

"Mmm-hmm?"  I could feel her satisfied smile.

"I always thought playing Monopoly with just two people 
wouldn't be much fun."  She just hugged me closer as we 
rested.  

One last thought entered my mind before I drifted off - in 
trying to wear Nadine out, I merely exhausted myself.  She 
still had the energy to go pee and find us a blanket, while 
I was a lump of limp flesh heaped against the dining room 
couch.  I'd failed.  

Maybe I *would* have to 'turn her out to my friends' like 
we joked sometimes...in the interests of my health.

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Postscript: Well, this may sound like a broken record, but 
this really happened.  Okay, it occurred on a day when 
Dancer wasn't working, and I think there was a blowjob in 
there somewhere, but you get the picture.  I remember it 
vividly because it was my personal best for stamina, even 
if it probably did do permanent damage to me! :)

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