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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 01 - The Egg

Scene 1, The Stone

It all began with a stone.  A kidney stone.  The episode was 
especially gruesome, something I certainly don't want to repeat.  
Ever.  The pain of passing the stone was in its own way quite 
horrible enough, but the physical residue of that episode 
prevented me from having sex with my wife, Ann.  Temporarily.  At 
least, at the time, I hoped it was temporary.  You see, Ann and I 
have a really great sex life.  

Perhaps I ought to introduce myself.  I'm Erotin, and please 
don't ask questions about what my parents were thinking when they 
named me.  Maybe they had a premonition about my infatuations.  
Maybe they just knew I would be completely enthralled with sexual 
fantasy.  Maybe..., oh, forget it.  Let me tell you a few stories 
of events in our neighborhood. 

First, I'll share a bit about Ann and myself.  Then I'll 
introduce you to a few of the others who live near us.  And then, 
well, just stay with me and you'll see....

Oh, just for the record, we live at 97213 Libido Lane.  The road 
has been here several years, but only recently was the area 
developed with new homes.  Actually, there are only two original 
houses in the area.  I think Jack's home down beside the cul-de-
sac is probably the original one here.  He's lived here for 
several years.  The other old home belongs to Helmut.  He's 
confined to his wheel chair, and his son helps with his meals.  

The rest of us are new.  We bought our homes here just before 
real estate values took a tumble.  That has left a couple of 
houses empty.  All the rest of the residents moved in about the 
same time Ann and I did, but we've simply never gotten 
acquainted.  I guess we've all been so busy with our personal 
lives that community awareness just hasn't any that much priority 
for any of us.  Besides, both Ann and I work full time, so 
there's little time for socializing.  We like to spend whatever 
free time we have with each other.  I love my wife, and that is 
foremost in my mind, regardless of whatever else I may tell you 
in this story.

If you could see my wife, you'd know why.  In fact, she's so 
great you would wonder how anything could keep me from screwing 
her.  But it did, which just goes to show how severely that 
kidney stone affected me.  You see, my wife is more than just 
lovely to look at.  She is a sexual dynamo.  Uninhibited.  
Imaginative.  Insatiable.  Under normal conditions, we spend at 
least two evenings a week enjoying each other in every kind of 
sexual experience we can imagine or invent.  Sundays are even 
more special.  That first day of the week, we seldom bother to 
get dressed.  Long ago, we agreed that maybe some time in the 
future we would have children, and then we'd be forced to change 
our life style, but in the meantime we are simply having too much 
fun exploring and enjoying each another's bodies, experiencing 
all the intimate joys we can create together.  And for each 
other.

Then came the stone.  And the pain in my penis.  That pain 
resulted not from the stone but from my urologist's "simple 
little procedure."  Yeah, sure!  I was devastated, because that 
pain created a terrible problem for both Ann and me.  Oh, I 
missed her terribly!  Ann made it perfectly clear that she was 
equally frustrated.  She missed me.  She missed sex.  My stone 
deprived her.  It deprived me.  It left me feeling guilty, like I 
had completely abandoned her on purpose.  

To assuage my guilt, and relieve the sexual tension building up 
in Ann, I began looking for help.  Hello, internet.  Googling 
about, I stumbled on a web site advertising a vibrating "egg."   
What's more, it came with a remote control.  The ad promised a 
satisfying vibrator experience without wires.  I didn't even 
check the price.  I ordered one immediately.

Now I should explain that both Ann and I are professional 
engineers, but we work in totally different fields.  She's a 
chemical engineer doing research with various balms and 
ointments, especially the kind used by veterinarians.  She works 
four days a week, then spends each Friday tending to household 
duties.  I work a full five-day shift as an electronics engineer, 
which is why I was intrigued with the remote aspects of the 
vibrating egg.

That's also why my wife was home alone on Friday when the package 
arrived, and because we keep no secrets from each other, she 
routinely opened it, as I found out later.  Now, I really don't 
know what she thought or what she did during the next few minutes 
after she opened that package and discovered its contents.  All I 
know is what happened later that evening when I arrived home from 
work.

I knew immediately, when I came in the door, that something was 
up.  The dining room table was set with our best china and 
silverware.  Candles were lit, and their aromas blended with 
wonderful culinary aromas from the kitchen.  The combination told 
me I was in for an especially sumptuous dinner.  Obviously, my 
wife had my attention, because meals like that are typically the 
prelude to some very extra special sexual experience that she has 
planned for us.

"Wash up and sit down," Ann called from the kitchen.  "Dinner 
will be ready in a few."  

That's the kind of instruction I do not question.  Please 
understand that there are certain times in which it is very 
important for a man to obey his wife.  So it was, a few minutes 
later, after I had obediently complied, that my wife made a grand 
entrance from the kitchen.  She was carrying two platters, each 
loaded with rich, spicy foods, cooked especially the way I love 
it.  The food was nice, but what really caught my attention was 
how she was dressed.  Rather than her usual Friday slacks and 
blouse, she wore a very short black sheath dress, one I had never 
seen before.  It was so tight that I knew there was no way she 
could be wearing anything under it.

"Something special for you tonight," she smiled.  "So eat up and 
enjoy."

Once more, without question, I obeyed, both eating and enjoying.  
She did, too.

After two large helpings, I was reaching for a third, when she 
warned, "Don't stuff yourself.  There's something special for 
dessert."

Puzzled at this new instruction, I reluctantly decided against 
the extra helping, then sat back and waited while she removed the 
dishes from the table.  To my surprise, she cleared the table 
completely.  Everything went, even the table cloth.  She also 
took away the candles, placing them on the sideboard but leaving 
them lit as the only illumination in the room.  A few moments 
later, as she returned from the kitchen, she set a plate before 
me.  It contained no food.  Instead, the plate held a tiny little 
gadget which looked like an undersized television remote.  As 
best I can recall, I simply sat and stared.  

Finally, when I picked it up, I found it had two buttons, one 
marked Power and a second which slid in a groove with opposite 
ends marked Min and Max.  It took several seconds for me to 
realize what I held.  But I made the connection quite quickly 
when my wife sat down on the edge of the table, slid around and 
stretched out to lie full length right in front of me on the 
table.

To my left was her head, which she rested on her hands.  To my 
right were her feet, clad in black three-inch heels.  She raised 
one knee until the sole of her shoe was flat on the table.  That 
caused her short skirt to slide so far up her thigh that a whole 
lot of very nice skin was exposed.

"Well?" she asked.  "What are you waiting for?  Turn it on."

Again, I made haste to obey.  I mean, with an invitation like 
that, I had no reason to refuse.  I pressed the power button.  A 
muffled hum filled the air.

"Damn!" Ann exploded as her raised leg slammed down hard against 
the table.

I pressed the button again, and she slowly relaxed.

"You must have the power level on high.  Turn it down.  Please!"

I checked the remote and saw she was correct.  The slide was 
pushed all the way to the end marked Max.  Quickly, I corrected 
the problem, then once again pressed the power button.  The hum 
resumed, this time much softer.  Ann's response likewise was much 
more controlled.  Slowly she sucked in her lower lip, which I 
recognized as her familiar sign of sexual concentration.  The fun 
was about to begin.

I watched as that special glassy look came into her eyes.  After 
a few moments, she whispered, "A little more,"  I slid the 
control lever up a couple of notches.  She pressed her heels hard 
against the table, slightly shifting her hips as she rolled from 
side to side.  "Oooh," she moaned.  "That's good.  That's very 
good."  She gave several more moans, then smiled at me as she 
said, "I waited for you so we could share this together, but if I 
had known it would be this good I'm not sure I could have put it 
off."

I took that as a sign she wanted more and slid the lever another 
notch higher.  She reacted immediately as her hips bounced 
wildly.  Then with a sudden jerk she sat up, peeled the dress 
over her head, and tossed it on to the floor.  I was right.  She 
wore nothing under the dress.  "Kiss my nipples," she ordered as 
she lay backward on the table, now completely naked.  Again, I 
obeyed.  She gives such great instructions.

A few moments later, after several more moans, she burst into a 
tremendous orgasm, bouncing around on the table in a fabulous 
performance of solo sex, humping and thrusting as if she were 
copulating with an unseen partner.

"Oh, oh, oooO," she moaned.  "Turn it down.  Turn it off.  I 
can't handle it any more."  Even after I pressed the power 
button, she continued in ecstasy for several moments before 
finally settling down.  "Wow!" she exclaimed at last.  "That's 
quite an egg you laid.  A really great egg!"  She leaned over and 
kissed me.  I responded by pressing the power button.  She came 
again.

Scene 2, Recovery

Ten days passed.  During that time, our sex was pretty much one-
sided.  With the egg inserted (no pun intended) into our love-
life, Ann was getting her full quota of sexual stimulation.  On 
the other hand, I was left to the role of button-pusher and 
observer.  

Oh, my role certainly had its moments, for there are few things 
more thrilling than watching a beautiful woman gyrating naked in 
unabashed pleasure at the peak of sexual orgasm.  Actually, I 
think she enjoyed showing off as she exhibited her new-found 
pleasure, and since I was the one who had provided her with that 
orgasm-inducing egg, she was kind enough to include me in her 
satisfaction.  She could, I knew, have gone solo, ignoring me or 
using the egg while I was absent, but Ann always allowed me to 
control the remote.  And she always stripped naked so I could 
watch her reaction when I turned her on.  Literally. 

At least, that was the case until Wednesday evening.  Since I had 
to work late at the office, I phoned Ann and asked her to meet me 
at Top Round for dinner.  She readily agreed and was waiting for 
me when I arrived.  Dinner out with Ann is always exciting, since 
I never know what to expect.  This night was no exception.  She 
thrust herself against me wantonly when I came in, kissing me so 
boldly that a several people snickered.  Then she stepped back 
for me to see the new dress she was wearing.  It was very short 
and very red, I mean, bright red, well, at least what there was 
of it.  The neckline was virtually non-existent.  In fact, it was 
open almost to the wide belt around her waist.  Maybe, not quite, 
but I assure you it was scooped so low that little of her breasts 
were left to the imagination, a fact the waiter obviously 
enjoyed.  Ann seemed quite pleased at the attention he gave her.  
And her feet stayed busy with mine under the table.  

Our steaks were great.  They always are, which is why Top Round 
is my favorite restaurant.  Ann toyed with dessert, smiling 
frequently at me.  Eventually, she said, "Well, aren't you going 
to check your pocket?"  

Puzzled, I asked, "Pocket?  Why?"

"Don't be stupid," she whispered.  "Just look in your damn 
pocket."

"What...?"

"I put it there when I kissed you," she smiled, giving me that 
naughty grin which means anything goes.

With my hand still in my pocket, I pressed the Power button.  
Over the noise of the restaurant, I couldn't hear anything, like 
whether or not it was working, so I slid the lever ever so 
slightly.  Ann's bare foot kicked my leg beneath the table, and 
her eyes opened wide.  That's when I knew it was working.  She 
had inserted the egg before coming to the restaurant.  And if her 
appearance gave any proper clue, she was about to come again.  
Right there in the restaurant.

That's when the waiter arrived.  "Is there anything else I can do 
for you?" he asked.

"No," Ann gasped, suppressing a giggle.  "Everything here... is... 
just fine."

I couldn't resist.  Sliding the lever a bit farther toward Max, I 
watched as Ann visibly lifted in her seat, leaning slightly 
forward.  Experience told me she was spreading her legs.  The 
waiter didn't know that, or he might not have moved away as 
quickly as he did.  Ann gasped.  "Oh, that feels so good," she 
whispered.  For a moment she paused, then add, "I wish..., oh, 
forget it!  Turn that thing off, and let's get out of here before 
I get us arrested."

"What were you thinking?" I asked outside, as she slid into the 
car.

"I thought it might be fun.  I mean, I've never had an orgasm in 
public before."

"Oh, really?  You know," I told her as I climbed behind the 
wheel, "...you know your orgasms are far too noisy to get away with 
having one in public like that."

"Well, then, get a move on.  Take me home.  Now!"

I put the car in gear and, as I pulled out of the parking lot, I 
hit the Power button once more.  This time, I was Ann's only 
audience, and she let loose.  She screamed.  So I pushed the 
lever almost to full Max as I negotiated through traffic.  Ann 
slid down in the seat, extending her legs and spreading them, 
forcing her dress up until her crotch was completely exposed as 
she bucked and thrust her pelvis in joyous ecstasy.  She 
continued that way until I pulled into the driveway at home.  
Finally, as the garage door closed behind us, I turned off the 
remote.

"Wow!" she exclaimed.  "That was a good one.  A really, really 
good one!"

That was Wednesday.  On Friday, as I came home from work, I was, 
as usual, still mulling over the day's activities.  Ann kissed me 
at the door.  Quickly I discarded my laptop and headed upstairs 
to the bathroom.  A moment later, as I was facing the stool and 
relieving myself of urinary pressure, I realized that Ann had 
followed me.  She was standing there in the bathroom watching me.  
And whatever she had previously been wearing was now gone.  There 
she was, standing behind me, totally and completely naked.  

Now, in spite of all the sexual freedom we feel with each other, 
this was something new.  Bathroom toiletries are something the 
two of us do not share.  We permit each other those personal, 
private moments, allowing them to be quite separate from our 
sexual enjoyment.  I've heard of people who enjoy water sports, 
but we prefer more normal sexual activities.  So it took me by 
surprise to see standing there watching me pee.  

"Yes?" I asked, wondering what was up, yet concentrating enough 
on what I was doing that I would not stop or misdirect my stream.

"I've been feeling guilty," Ann grinned.  "I think it's time you 
got over your..., ah, problem."  She laughed, then snuggled close 
to me.

"Watch out," I cautioned.

"Oh, relax," she ordered.

Like I've said earlier, when she gives an order, I'm totally 
ready to obey.  In fact, I did not object when she reached down 
and pinched my penis with her thumb and finger.

"I want to hold it," she said softly.  "Here, let me do it."  
With her other hand, she pushed my hand away and took control.  
It was a strange feeling, having her hold my cock while the 
stream of pee continued to drain into the toilet bowl.  "Does 
that hurt?" she asked.

"No, not really," I admitted.  

"What about that?" she asked as she pinched her fingers together 
ever so slightly.

"Tender," I agreed, "but I can't say that it really hurts."  

By then, the stream had ended.  She jiggled away the last couple 
of drops, then giggled as she said, "Go get out of your clothes 
and then get your naked self back in here with me.

Once more, I obeyed, with no complaints, but a lot of curiosity.  
When I returned, she was in the shower with the water running.  I 
joined her, and we washed each other, as we have done often 
enough, except this time I kept wondering what was about to 
happen next.  I would never have guessed.  When we deemed 
ourselves adequately clean, we toweled ourselves dry.

"Now what?" I asked, rather anxiously awaiting her next 
instruction.

"Downstairs," she ordered gently.

This is getting more interesting by the minute, I thought as we 
tripped down the stairs, hand in hand, naked. 

"Living room," Ann directed.  I followed, and a moment later she 
pointed to our overstuffed divan.  "Lie down."  I stretched out 
against the pillows and watched as she knelt beside me.

"If this hurts," she smiled, "tough.  I'm going to do it anyway."  
With that, she engulfed my penis in her mouth.  It had already 
begun to respond, but her lips have a way of bringing out the 
best in my manhood.  In only a few moments, I had swollen to 
acceptable size, and if there was any pain I certainly didn't 
notice it.  

Suddenly, she pulled away.  "Get up."

"You were just getting started," I complained.  

"No, we are just getting started."  With that, she dropped to her 
hands and knees atop the large ottoman, then thrust her bare 
bottom upward toward me.  "Here," she smiled, looking back at me 
as she handed me the remote.  "Your egg is inside me, so you'll 
have to use the back door."  When I hesitated, she continued, "Go 
on!  Do it while you're still hard.  Put it in my butt.  I want 
you to feel the vibrations along with me."

Surprisingly, I slid into her anus quite easily.  She was tight 
but pleasantly pliable.  

"Well, turn it on," she instructed, somewhat impatiently.

I did.  And I felt the egg come to life inside my wife, right 
alongside my increasingly hard member, which was also inside my 
wife.  The sensations were fabulous.  With no effort at all, I 
bucked against her bottom, and she thrust herself forward and 
back, as both of us enjoyed the vibrations of that fabulous 
little egg.  Together. 

How long we continued, I have no idea, but eventually we came.  
Together.  I spilled my seeds and withdrew, completely spent.  
Ann simply collapsed.  As she rolled over on to her back, she 
whispered, "Please... turn it off."  Then I lay down beside her, 
and we cuddled, fell asleep on the floor, and it was well after 
midnight before either of us awoke.  

"What's for dinner?" I asked.

Ann pressed her naked breasts against me, cooed a bit, then, 
answered, "Me."

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Continued in Chapter 02


  
Chapter 01 - The Egg