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Laundry Mishap Continues…

I woke up to my wife’s hand tickling my balls through my pajama shorts. “Look who woke up,” my wife said. “I thought you might want another go before work, but I can’t seem to find little miss in her shorty sleep shorts.”

I moaned. This was a very hot way to wake up. She reached into my pajama shorts, grabbed my entire package in her hand, and exclaimed, “Wait? Did you have a wet dream?”

“I mean, I was dreaming something sexy when I woke up, but that hasn’t happened in years. I uh, uh, give me a minute to recoup.”

“There won’t be time. I’m so horny and thought this would be fun.”

“Hey, there’s no reason I can’t do something for you. Go down on you, get the vibrator, whatever you want. You’ve been incredible with what’s going on.”

“No, I wanted you inside me. Well, there’s one option, but I could never ask.”

“Babe, listen, short of you sleeping with someone else, consider me offering to do whatever it is. Please.”

She got a devilish grin and said, “Well, since you said please.”

She ran to the closet and came back with something behind her. I guess a huge dildo that looked like a real cock. No big deal.

“So, it was a gag gift, pun probably intended, for my bachelorette party. Please, don’t freak out. I’m embarrassed I even have it.”

With that, she revealed a strap-on.

“All right, I said anything. Let’s see how it put this on,” I said.

She said, “You’ll want to slip on some panties so the harness doesn’t rub you raw.”

I knew she was right and slipped on the black panties. They were the best selection of what was left.

“Want me to help warm you up?” I offered.

“Uh, no, I’m already wet from thinking about it, see.”

She moved my hand to her pussy lips. She was wet.

“Wow, okay, let’s get to it then,” I said.

The strap-on was easily three times the man I was. I had to go very slow to get started, but it wasn’t long before she was moaning and bucking as I’d never seen. It was so erotic and hot to watch. I was so horny. After she orgasmed a couple of times in a row (something else she had never done with me), she started to calm down.

“Oh, baby. That was so amazing,” she cooed. “Here, if you think you can be quick, I’ll give you a head or a finger job before work.”

I dropped the harness only to discover the front of my panties was soaked with cum. I was mortified. I had cum while fucking my wife with a strap-on. She pulled them down to my thighs before she realized what had happened.

“Oh, I didn’t know that could happen without getting hard, let alone from that. I’m glad you enjoyed that too. Probably need to change panties and get to work now. I’ll have to give you that finger job later, sweetie.”

With that, she flicked my small package with her tongue like I would her clit.

“It’s so cute with it shaved. Much better than trying to see it through all those pubes,” she said.

I grabbed the grey with flowers panties for the day. At this point, the color of my panties was the least embarrassing thing. Work was more of the same. The panties kept me practically internal while simultaneously making me on edge all day. I’m not sure if I didn’t do as good of a job cleaning up or what, but there was a noticeable wet spot on the front of my panties by the end of the day.

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I didn’t get jumped as soon as I got home. I’m guessing due to our activities that morning. We had dinner and cleaned up, and still no action. Finally, I made a move to which my wife responded, “I guess someone is ready for her finger job?”

Not exactly the response I wanted, but I’ll pull my pants down anyway. Why I didn’t pull my panties down is beyond me. This let my wife see my spot from leaking all day.

“Wow, babe. You’re already wet for me?”

“These panties. I swear I leak all day. I’m so on edge.”

“I’ve got a couple of solutions for that. I’ll show you the first tonight. But first, as promised,” my wife started rubbing my crotch. Found my compressed penis head and began to massage it like a clit.

“I’ve been on edge all day. Let me take these off,” I begged.

“I said a finger job. I can do that just fine with these on it appears.”

I began to moan, and it was not more than another fifteen seconds before I was cumming.

“Now we’re gonna do the first step toward fixing your leaking issue. If you’re leaking, that means you’re backed up. We will have to get you emptied.,” my wife said.

“I’m not sure I can go again just yet.”

“Oh, you don’t need to be hard for this. Just relax. I’m going to put a vibrator against your prostate, and you’re going to place the clit vibe against your clitty. We will do this until there isn’t cum coming out anymore. That should help.”

I should have said no. I should have said anything. Instead, I just lowered my panties. My wife had me stop them at my knees and said there was plenty of room. Since I’d just cum as soon as the vibratory was in, I started leaking. It was quite an orgasm, but it didn’t feel bad, either. Between the clit vibe, the pressure on my prostate, and the pleasurable haze, I lost track of time. I also lost track of the fact I was now holding the clip vibe flatter and flatter against my crotch.

“Babe?” I heard her say.

“Huh?”

“Did you hear my question?”

“No, um, I’m sorry,” I blushed.

“I asked if anything was coming out anymore.”

“I’m not sure.”

She must have seen the look of terror on my face when I lifted the vibe. “Yeah, your balls pulled up ten minutes ago, but you were still so into it that I figured you must still be cumming.”

“Where’d it all go?” I asked.

My dick wasn’t just internal. It had pulled in as tight as the surrounding skin would allow, and my sack looked empty because my balls were so high.

“Yeah, I didn’t know that part could do that. Then again, yours was more like a clit than a dick,” she piled on. “Hell, I could finger you now.”

As she did just that, I jumped and squealed. That was a sensation I never expected to feel. I needed to pee anyway, so I headed to clean up and shower. Unlike earlier, I couldn’t pop it back out.

“Uh, babe. I can’t get it out to pee. What do I do?”

My wife snorted. She laughed hard. “Sounds like you will need to sit to pee like a girl.”

With no other alternatives, I did. It trickled down my ball sack and everything.

“Don’t forget to wipe your vagina, sweetie,” my wife scolded.

After I got cleaned up, one of her nighties was laid out instead of pajama shorts. Given that I didn’t have a dick, I just put it on and settled in for the night.

 

To Be Continued…?

 

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