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Thinking Of Sex

... the table with her legs parted. Her knees were raised. The men who'd freed their hard pricks had begun masturbating. She didn't seem aware of them. Her attention was on her own sex and the dildo. She spread her legs further. Her arms strained at the dildo. One of the masturbators ejaculated across the inside of her arm. She jerked and the plastic prick made progress. She grunted with surprise. The other fellow came over her brassiere. The dildo moved another half inch. She looked up at me. 'You too . . .' I tugged myself free of my zipper. I leaned towards her. I started pulling on my hard-on. '. . . and you.' She turned her eyes to the attendant. She looked from face to face of the customers, all crowded round the table. They didn't need extra invitation. I felt proprietorial. Syb was my wife, after all. I strained to be the last but it was a close call with the attendant. My knob ached, my shaft chafed, my buttocks clenched and my calves trembling. My woman was slick with come across her bra, panties, garter belt and the tops of her stockings. She glistened with sweat, her eyes were closed and she arched as if in lockjaw. The phallus had found its way fully home and her finger tips scrambled at her sex. She ...

... looked beautifully abandoned. I thought I could hold back no longer when the attendant grunted. He spurted across the space between her thighs. His first jet streaked the glass table top. His second exploded across the backs of her hands and I was gone. My mind blanked. My torso jack-knifed. My chest hit her at the same time as my cream. She grunted with the impact. Her skin was hot; the glue between us gooey. My eyes wouldn't focus; my heart pounded; I couldn't catch my breath. Some time she had got out from under me. The other men were sheepish, cramming their flaccid members into their stained trousers. My shirt had become unbuttoned somehow. I began buttoning it up when Sybil came through the change room curtain. She was dressed for the street. In one hand she had a bundle of red and black. She hooked my hand in her other as she made her way to the front of the store. The attendant rushed after her, caught between us. She paused to deposit the bundle on the counter. The material fell in a limp nest clotted with semen. In its center was the dildo slick with gel and with her. 'Cash or charge?' he asked. 'Neither, thanks. I don't think it's my style after all.' She gave my hand a tug and we were back in the street.