Mary needs to do the laundry

You cup your wife's pussy as she snoozes beside you on the porch glider. Your dick throbs in your pants as you snuggle up with her. Mary's a busy gal, and you're often away on a long-haul run while she's waitressing and witnessing the Good News of Heaven's gift of bodily pleasure. You're happy she keeps the light on and her fires poked up warm for you, and today was a rare gift catching her in the act of getting that poking from Tom Jackson, college-boy brother of her diner workmate and sometime lezzie lover Taylor.

Given Mary's success as an evangelist of sex as a Godly blessing, you wonder what it would be like to rent a camper and take a good long road trip together. It would be different now, a road trip without Shasta and Sarah. You've never taken a proper vacation since your gals flew off to college. They're both happy in their own ways, out in the bigger world, and each dealing with heartbreaks and disappointments in different ways. Shasta blows off her bumps by plunging into action, being a party girl, taking a hike, hanging with her pals, helping someone move or clean house. Sarah mopes and pines and hides in books and music, or clutches on to a rebound connection. Last summer she came home and moped it up for a month, and then suddenly she was all bright eyes and smiles and off to visit someone's hippie commune in Vermont. Guess that ended up okay. Bless 'em and love 'em and do your best.

But you're practically empty nesters, and you should take advantage. You squeeze your cupped hand, gently. Mary sighs. You're not in a hurry. Another squeeze. Another sigh. Definitely wet in your hand. A little more squeezing, a little rhythm, one and two and three. A deep breath. Mary's eyes pop open.

"Oh honeybear!" Mary says. "That feels so good. I love you, you naughty man."

"You stole me good and honest," you say. "I'm yours now." Squeeze and squeeze and squeeze.

"Oh! How long was I sleeping? What time is it?" Mary says. "Ohhhh."

"Looks like you're the one wearing the watch," you tease. "Bring that wrist over here."

Mary squeaks as you tickle her wrist with your tongue. "Honeybear!" she protests. She tilts her watch and checks the time. You squeeze her pussy. "Oh!" she breathes. "Oh, please stop, honeybear, I have to, I have to do the laundry."

"Well let's get that going, sweetie-pie," you say. "But first."

"I know you, Brian Forbes," your wife says. She puts one hand over your pussy-cupping paw. "If you keep me out here, it'll be dark and the sheets will be one big wet spot. Please, honeybear."

"All right, then," you say. "If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. Let me help you with the laundry."

This time you have to be the one to insist. Mary's bashful about you handling the sex-soaked evidence of being royally dicked on your marriage bed by a college boy, regardless of your previous mutual agreement and blessing, and your own personal enjoyment today, but you convince her that you've worked together on much stickier dirty laundry together, so to speak, and you're as together as you've ever been, and eventually she's humming to herself as she sprays the sheets with laundry pre-treatment and you enjoy the way she bends and moves, still wearing only Shasta's old sweatshirt and a pair of house slippers. Mary's swinging butt and little flashes of her pussy lips mean Welcome Home to you in so many ways.

You sit and sort the rest of the laundry by color -- it's been piling up just a little -- taking on the pre-treatment of the whites, while Mary does the darks and the colors and anything with angels on it. Then she takes a rag and wipes down the washer and dryer, taking off any dust. She puts a hand on her hip and scans the laundry area with an appraising glance, then sniffs and turns around. She has an intent look on her face, like she wants to scrub the kitchen next, so you figure this might be the time to make your point.

"Mary hon," you say. "You know me, I'm wanting to jump your bones almost any time, and..."

Mary laughs. "I do, honeybear, and mostly I love that." She indulges you with a little hip wiggle. "But while we're on a roll with cleaning, I was thinking..." she starts.

"How about we clean each other up," you interrupt. "Shower time? I'm still on the mend, so I could use a little break, and didn't you want a shower, too?"

Roll +HOT(+1) to TELL HER to take a break with cleaning and aim toward some good clean fun: 6 + 1 = 7. On a 7+, you have to turn her on to get her to shower together with you.

Mary colors a little in the cheeks. "Actually I did," she says. While she's facing you, you can see a little wet glisten in her pussy lips. Probably not from doing laundry, but from doing Tom Jackson, at least once and maybe twice. "I'll go first, honeybear, I'll just clean myself up in a jiffy, and then you can have all the rest of the hot water."

"Hon, there's no need to hurry," you tell her. "Sweetie-pie, you know how much I like showering with you. I'm on the road so much, I miss you, I think of you. My willie pops hard in the shower, and that's who I think of when I touch myself there. You, sweetie-pie. And don't you love washing me? And me washing you?"

Mary's expression softens. "Oh honeybear," she says. "All right. I can't forget that you'll be on the road again before long. Get ready for some cherishing, hon."

You're firm enough in your footing that the new grab bar in the shower is enough to keep you upright. Your legbone is knitting, and your lovebone is stiff when you want it, hopefully as long as you need it to please Mary and yourself, but you're still not up to thrusting with any weight on your knees. Soon, you trust. Soon.

Mary insists on doing a soap and scrub and rinse between her legs before anything else, and then she does you the same way, and only then does she let you touch her.

"I've missed your touch, honeybear," she says, as you work her conditioning shampoo through her hair, leaning one shoulder on the grab bar for steadiness. "That feels so good, you doing it."

You trade back and forth, washing each other. Mary's nipples are plumping up a little. She laughs when you give them a soft pinch. Mary's closeness and warmth, her soft touch, and her little laughs, are bringing you right up.

"Honeybear," she says. "Are you poking me with your wiener?"

"I cannot tell a lie, that is not George Washington's axe handle, that is Adam's Root right there," you say.

"Step back, I want to see," Mary says.

You curl your fingers under your shaft and stroke the underside to stiffen it up. Then you let it go and do that little trick of squeezing your dick-root muscle to make the shaft bounce and make the head swell up a little.

You have 0 XP, -1 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, Whip it Out, and Submissive (Mary Forbes).

Roll +CONTROL (+2) (+1 Control, +1 Submissive) to stroke your cock in front of Mary using Whip it Out : 9 + 2 = 11. On a 10+, choose one:

• She sucks your cock (only if she is watching you). / She touches herself. / She strips, showers, changes outfits, or dances. /She kisses, touches, licks or fucks another girl (only if you rolled for both girls)

Roll +CONTROL(+2) when Mary sucks your cock: 7 + 2 = 9. On a 7-9, choose two:
/ She worships your cock. / You don't cum. / Take +1 forward. / You don't make too much noise, she doesn't pass out, you don't get in trouble.​

Roll +CONTROL(+2) to cum, using cum on her face: 6 + 2 = 8. On a 7-9, choose two:

• She swallows your cum. (+1 XP) / There's enough for everybody. / You're hard again already. / Take +1 forward / She doesn't scream, pass out, or get you in trouble.

Describe how Mary sucks your cock in the shower, mark +1 XP, and choose another Move.