Brian and Mary, between chair and kitchen counter

You and Mary wind up doing the deed in your kitchen with you sitting in the chair and Mary straddling you facing away -- a lovely pair of cheeks, your wife has, broad and muscular under a soft cushion -- straddling you, mounting Old Number One, who's very firmly up and in for this holy occasion, and bracing herself between heels and countertop to ride you.

"Mary, sweetie-pie, talk to me."

"Oh honeybear, I'm feeling it," Mary says. "The angels are watching, our union is blessed in their sight."

Sex is a prayer and a devotion to your wife, and a power that moves through her. If she was called, she could start a religion, and you'd be there. Foolishness, Mary tells you. Vanity and foolishness. And you're happy that you're first in her devotions here on Earth, even if her heart is always with the angels.

"Mary, sweetie-pie, yes, so good, so strong, I love you so much."

"Honeybear, yes."

Mary's knees bend and flex, thrusting back at you, grinding on your cock without putting weight on your healing leg. Anchored between hands and heels, Mary rocks hard on Old Number One. You feel the angels, or something, tickling at the root of your cock, tightening your balls. You fix your eyes on where your cock is entering her body, cup her buttocks, and squeeze just a little as she rides you. You can't resist staring at her butthole. Such a pretty little star, that twinkles when she comes. She's ashamed of it, calls it her dirt hole, doesn't want you to look. But straight-up from behind is how it's worked best for both of you, and brought you your now-grown daughters Shasta and Sarah.

"Oh Brian, it's so fast, the angels, the angels are coming for me!" Mary cries out.

The kitchen counter and the chair are complaining a little from your vigorous exercise. But it's working for her. Her pussy is squeezing a little, she's well on her way. It's working for you. Your cock is swelling inside her.

Mary moans loudly. Her pussy is squeezing. Her little star is twinkling. Wink. Wink. Wink. That's gonna do it for you.

"Coming with you, sweetheart!"

There! There! There! It's so good, so good, and you're happy you're at home today with Mary.

Tomorrow she'll be busy. Maybe Mandy will be free. Maybe Patty will be free. She's a little bitty thing, won't put much weight on you. Like Mary says, the world loves love, and you're sure a bit of her good news goes along with you.

But Alice, that scamp. You're almost sure she took Dr. Breedlove's panties. Maybe you can sweet-talk her into giving them back, but maybe she'll appreciate them more than you.

On a 7-9, FUCK HER with Mary, choose two: She cums (+1 XP), no trouble.

You have Hard -1, Hot 0, Cool +1, Control +1, 2 XP, and know the Character Moves Eat Pussy and Submissive (Mary).

Roll +COOL(+1) to STALK HER, and say what happens, using the One Page Engine to color in the scene as desired.

2d6+1 = 12 + 1 = 13, bingo. Someone's waiting for Brian, hot and ready. Who might it be?

10C 6S d6=2 10D Adherent (Physical) seeking to Find (Mystical) obvious nature Unsavory (Technical). Patty, perhaps, from the truck dispatching office? (though maybe she's in a spot and needs a favor, with that 10D?) Someone at the Grange that Deenie has met? (10D, trying to squeak things through to make things work?)