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From: "J'onn J'onzz" <mstrhole@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 8
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Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2015 06:10:01 -0500
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8th segment of this little fluffy thing.  Sean comes home and is greeted
warmly by his wife.  Enjoy.  Feel free to send feedback to
mstrhole@NOSPAMgmail.com

*...all ideologies are totalitarian. *--* Raoul Vaneigem*
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Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 8: Sean Comes Home M/F, oral, vaginal, anal
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Medical professionals have gone on record numerous times
with warnings about the health risks of pubic hair removal.  The AUTHOR of
this fantasy does not promote or encourage this type of personal grooming.
Remove your pubes at your own risk.) Pamela heard the garage door open. 
She checked her hair and makeup one more time before going to the kitchen
to greet her man on his return from the wilderness.  She was wearing some
of what she'd purchased on her shopping excursion with Melissa.  What there
was of the outfit was sheer.  She had the C-string on underneath it.  She
was also wearing a butt plug with a jeweled end.  Darla had called it a
"princess plug." It wasn't very big, but it reminded her of what Sean's
cock had felt like when it had invaded her most private place.

   The door connecting the kitchen with the garage opened and Pamela struck
a pose.  Sean emerged from the doorway and saw her.  He set his bags on the
floor and stepped to her, saying nothing.  She said nothing.  And then his
arms were around her and they were kissing.

   "Oh, Sean, I've missed you so much, darling," Pamela said after they
came up for air.

   "I've missed you too sweetheart," Sean replied, giving her an extra
squeeze.  "Is this outfit for me, or were you expecting company," he added
with a sly grin.

   "Don't spoil it," Pamela said punching him lightly on the chest.  "Now,
come and take a shower.  I want to give you a proper welcome home."

   "I like the sound of that, but I'd like to appreciate this outfit of
yours a little more.  Turn around for me and show it off a bit darling."

   Pamela, blushing slightly, did a pirouette, causing the hem of her sheer
top to flutter, revealing the C-string underneath.  Sean stepped to her,
grasping her shoulders and turning her until her backside was facing him.

   "What's this then?" he asked, patting her ass.

   "Oh, that?" Pamela said, innocently.  "It's called a C-String.  And, if
you hurry up and take a shower, you can have what's underneath."

   So saying, she turned out of Sean's grasp and pranced down the hall,
wriggling her shapely backside in what we must call a saucy manner.  Sean
quickly followed, his eyes never leaving his bride's bottom, wearing the
kind of expression usually reserved for storybook wolves contemplating
young women wearing red hoods.

   Fifteen minutes later, Sean emerged from the master bathroom freshly
scrubbed, freshly shaved, and freshly scented with Bay Rum.  His wife was
on the bed, on her side, propped on one elbow.  She was smiling.  Sean let
the towel around his waist drop to the floor and her smile got even wider.

   "Awwwww," Pamela said, almost (but not quite) giggling, "I think you
missed me."

   "Spread your legs, wench," Sean said in a mock-menacing tone, "your
Master wishes to dip his wick."

   "A wench has no choice but to obey," Pamela replied in a tone at once
subservient and ironic.

   Pamela did, indeed, spread her legs, revealing a freshly waxed pussy
and, even more importantly, one that was primed and ready for fucking. 
Sean spotted the princess plug right away and his eyebrows went up along
with his cock which had been mostly hard already.

   "I like the new jewelry," he said as he stepped to the edge of the bed.

   Pamela squirmed to the side of the bed where her husband now stood, his
cock a rigid mast sticking straight out and up from his groin, a glistening
drop of precum on its tip, and guided that massive slab of sexual delight
into her open and welcoming mouth.  She moaned around his shaft as her
tongue sampled his salty essence.  Sean sighed with pleasure, feeling his
beloved wife's skillful mouth pleasuring him.  He reached down and stroked
her hair as her mouth stroked his cock, taking him deeper on each stroke
until she managed to work her way almost to his balls each time she ducked
her head forward.

   Pamela took Sean's hands and guided them to the sides of her head.  He
took the hint and began gently but insistently moving her head back and
forth, mock-forcing her to suck his cock, being careful not to go too far.
But Pamela wasn't at home to the notion.  She grabbed his ass with both
hands and forced him to the root in her gullet.  She gagged until her
throat adjusted to the invader - she'd been practicing on one of the more
lifelike toys she'd purchased - and Sean adjusted, with some surprise, to
Pamela's newly acquired talent.  She'd never before been able to take all
of his cock in her mouth at once.  A thrill of excitement shot up his
spine, grounding in his hind brain, and bouncing right back down to his
cock, which jerked inside Pamela's drooling mouth.  She was giving him the
kind of sloppy blow job that would have done a porn star proud.

   Pamela managed to pull her mouth off of Sean's slimy dick long enough to
gasp, "I love you Sean, but if you don't give me a hot sweet load of your
cum soon I'm going to be really upset." Having said her piece, Pamela
plunged her face back into Sean's crotch and resumed her hungry sucking.

   Sean's eyebrows had nowhere to go - they were already raised as far as
they could go.

   He was tempted to say "Where's my wife Pamela and what have you done
with her," but moaned in pleasure instead as Pamela began massaging his
balls as she forced his cock back down her gullet.  He had no choice but to
blow his load.  He gripped the sides of Pamela's head and, giving her a
chance to catch a quick breath, forced her all the way down until her lower
lip was against his tightening nut sack, and, with a roar of pleasure, he
unleashed a torrent of jism straight down her food pipe.

   Pamela worked her throat muscles furiously trying to keep pace with the
flood of semen pouring into her belly.  She was desperate to breathe. 
Spots swam before her eyes.  Blast after blast of hot sticky liquid shot
from the end of Sean's jerking cock.  Just when Pamela thought she'd have
to push him off her, Sean relented and pulled his still spitting stalk out
of her mouth for a moment to allow her a breath and then he plunged it back
to the hilt until he was drained.

   Sean rolled onto the bed next to his panting wife.  They both lay still,
catching their collective breath, and when they regained some modicum of
control, they embraced and kissed.  Sean wasn't shy about kissing his
wife's cum flavored lips.  It wouldn't be the first time he'd tasted man
juice and it wouldn't be the last either.

   "Welcome home darling.  Was that good for you?"

   "Pamela, please, don't ask silly questions," Sean said, chuckling. 
"That was a new trick, though.  Where did you learn it?  Been practicing on
the neighborhood studs have we?"

   "No, darling, yours is the only living cock that's ever been in this
mouth.  I bought some toys while you were gone and I've been practicing on
one that's as big as you.  I wanted to surprise you."

   "You're just full of surprises my dear," Sean said, smiling.

   "Oh, you haven't had all of them yet, dear.  I've missed you terribly
and I've been doing a lot of thinking while you were off fishing with your
pals.  This whole swinging thing has really stirred something in me,
lover-mine, I feel like I just woke up after a long sleep, and I'm ready to
play.  You may regret this, dear - I seem to be insatiable lately."

   Sean laughed and hugged his wife.  If she had sung Puccini it wouldn't'
have sounded better to his ears than what she'd just said.

   "Darling, you're the only woman I've ever wanted, and the only woman
I'll ever want.  We can drop the ads if you like.  I'm happy to just be
with you."

   "Oh, no, dear, you can't get away with that.  Pandora has opened the box
and everything has come out.  You can't put it back.  Besides, I think you
enjoyed shagging young Melissa, and I know you would love to have another
go at Darla - you and me both, darling.  So don't go all righteous on me
now," Pamela said, half seriously, half playfully.  "But I love that you
would say I'm enough dear.  I think this will be fun for both of us, and,
who knows, we may learn a thing or two," she added, smiling.

   "Well, I can certainly see that YOU'VE learned a few things anyway,"
Sean replied with a chuckle.  "Like what's with the jewel in your bottom?"

   Pamela twisted around and got on all fours, spreading her backside to
display her new plug.

   "Like it?"

   "What is it?"

   "It's called a `Princess Plug,'" Pamela said, turning her head to look
at Sean and wearing a proud grin.  "I've been practicing taking things up
my bum, dear, and I've gotten to rather like it.  Darla gave me a really
good seeing to with a strap-on and I came like nobody's business."

   "I see," Sean said, thoughtfully.  "Stay just like that, darling, I'm
admiring the view."

   "Lecher."

   "Whore."

   "Dirty old man."

   "Slut," Sean said, slapping Pamela on the behind.

   "Ouch!  Do that again, dear, I rather liked it."

   Sean flipped over onto his back and wormed his way between his wife's
thighs until he was looking straight up into her quite obviously excited
quim.  Reaching up, he pulled her backside down until her pussy was at his
lips and he began to lick, suck, and otherwise manipulate, her organ of
delight until she was squealing.  While he did this, his hands alternately
slapped each of her buttocks until they achieved the kind of pink glow
normally reserved for beautiful sunrises.

   "Oh, Sean, you're making me...you're making me...oh god...I'm cummming!"

   Making the love of his live feel that good always got Sean hard, no
matter how recently he'd blown his wad.  His cock was fully erect and he
knew what he wanted to do.  In a flash he was on his knees behind Pamela,
spreading her ass cheeks and staring down at her plug and the winking twat
below it.  Rubbing the head of his dick in her furrow to lubricate the
head, he plunged to the balls inside Pamela's pussy, enjoying the way her
warm, hot, pussy welcomed and enveloped him.  Even after all these years
she was still as hot and tight as she had been on their wedding night.

   "Ahhhh...that's what I've been missing darling," Sean sighed as he let
his cock marinade in Pamela's sweet pussy sauce.

   "Oh, darling, I've been missing it too.  Now stop talking and shag your
loving wife with that big beautiful cock of yours," Pamela replied,
wriggling her backside invitingly and giving his dick a few extra squeezes
with her kegels by way of encouragement.

   Sean didn't say another word.  He gripped Pamela's hips in his strong
hands and began to vigorously plow her furrow, his thighs slapping into
hers on each stroke.  Neither of them spoke as both were fully occupied
with the sensations and emotions coursing through their bodies and minds as
they coupled passionately.  Pamela met Sean's every stroke with a backwards
push of her shapely hips and they were soon rutting like a couple of
animals ...  all pretense of civilization forgotten as their animalistic
passions swept over them.

   Sean looked down at his wife's ass and admired the way the light
reflected off the jeweled end of the plug in Pamela's ass.  Having just
recently blown a load he was going to last a while, which had been Pamela's
intent, of course, as well he knew it.  He reached down and began
manipulating the plug, feeling it's bulbous shape press against his cock as
he did so.  Pamela seemed to enjoy this also if her increasingly high
pitched moans were any indication.

   "That's it, baby," she gasped, "play with mommy's ass.  You can even
fuck it if you want."

   Pamela moaned as Sean gently worked the plug out of her rectum, leaving
it slightly agape and rimmed with the lubricant she'd used to insert it. 
Slipping his cock out of Pamela's pussy, he switched openings and was soon
buried to the hilt in her tight asshole, his balls resting on the
fluttering lips of her pulsing pussy.

   "Oh god that's big," Pamela gasped as she felt Sean hilt himself in her
bottom.

   "Hush, wench," Sean growled, pushing Pamela's head down and forcing her
to arch her back a little more.  He soon had a rhythm going and was
contentedly sawing his cock in and out of her clenching asshole.  Pamela
had taken matters into her own hands, so to speak, and was furiously
frigging her pussy delighted with the way Sean's cock felt as it plundered
her pudenda.

   "Harder sweetheart, do it harder," she begged.

   Happy to comply, Sean began to seriously bop Pamela's backside.  She
screamed through a series of powerful orgasms, her inner muscles clamping
down on his cock in a most pleasurable manner while she writhed beneath his
onslaught.  She'd feel the aftereffects tomorrow, but she didn't care.  She
surfed the wave of bliss to the bitter end, and she came even harder when
Sean's grunts announced the onset of his own inevitable climb to what the
Chinese call the clouds and the rain.

   "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhggggggggggg," Sean groaned as his cock spat its frothy
tribute into Pamela's backside.  She responded by clamping her inner
muscles around his member in a way that milked him of every drop of semen
he had left.

   Sweating and panting the pair collapsed together on the bed, kissing and
touching each other in the foggy aftermath of love well and truly made.

   "Welcome home, darling," Pamela murmured as she felt Sean's cum leaking
onto her thighs.

   "God, I missed you," Sean replied, kissing her hard and squeezing her
until she thought her ribs might crack.  "Have I told you how much I love
you?"

   "Not for at least ten minutes, darling," Pamela said, playfully.

   "Minx!" Sean said, laughing and slapping Pamela's ass.  "Come on, let's
shower off and talk.  Maybe open a bottle of wine and lay about like
complete sybarites watching video of your exploits while I was lost in the
Canadian wilderness."

   "Look over there, darling," Pamela said, pointing to the other side of
the bed where an ice bucket was standing with a bottle of wine sitting in
it, chilling.

   "You think of everything," Sean said, smiling at his wife.

   "Well, yes, darling, I think I do."

   And they so they scampered off to the shower, spent the night getting
reacquainted, and both called in sick the next day.
   But that is another story.  Stay tuned.

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