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same time. The vibrator, in, out, her finger swirling. She dug her heels into the bed and rose to meet the fake penis.
    Incapable of doing anything else, Mitch palmed himself, stroking his damn near painful erection through his boxers. His feet carried him forward so he could see better over the brass rails at the bottom of the bed, close enough to see the glow on her cheeks, her tightly closed eyelids, her lashes fanning her cheeks. Close enough to hear the soft puffs of air from her lips and see the moisture coating her inner thighs as she rode the thing hard. Her gorgeous breasts danced, her belly flexed. She panted, with soft sighs and louder moans, then she chanted. “Oh, oh, oh.” Over and over.
    His wife cried out, long, low, a musical sound. Her body stiffened a moment, then shuddered and finally she dropped bonelessly back against the bed, her hands flopping to her sides, the vibrator still buried deep inside her, only its white base visible now.
    “Oh....my...God.” Her words were just a whisper on the warm summer air while outside, someone started a lawn mower.
    Then she raised her head, saw him, and shrieked.
    The scream galvanizing him, he jumped on the bed and slammed his hand over her mouth.
    She stared, her pupils dilated to the size of stoplights.
    Then Mitch reached between her legs and tugged on the vibrator, pulling it out gently, then sliding it back in as deep as it would go. Somewhere along the way, she’d turned off the hum. He found the little switch and flipped it back on. She jerked, tried to wriggle away, but he took his hand from her mouth to hold her down her on the bed.
    “Let me do it, baby, please.”
    “Mitch. What are you doing here?”
    “Watching you do yourself, baby. Christ, I almost came in my shorts. Where’d you get this thing? Spread your legs. I want to make you come with it this time.” He didn’t give her time to answer, leaning down to take one of her luscious nipples in his mouth, sucking, then biting lightly.
    She arched, pulled up her legs, and her knees fell apart. Her pussy glistened around the vibrator as he pumped. She was so damn wet, he had to have a taste. Curling across her abdomen, he put a hand beneath her butt to support her, then dipped his tongue to the sweetness between her legs. Her clit was a hard jewel, the scent of her excitement swirling around his head.
    Christ. He’d never seen such a damn beautiful sight. Her hot pink clit, the neon purple cock, her sweet-tasting juices.
    She slid her fingers beneath his shirt and stroked his back. “Put it on rotate, too,” she murmured.
    He didn’t get it at first, then saw the machine’s buttons and flipped the second switch.
    She started to hum louder than the vibrator. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Make me come.”
    “You want it hard or slow?”
    “Suck me hard and fuck me hard, honey. Ohhh.” She ended on an exhalation as he followed her instructions to the letter.
    She wasn’t one to use dirty language, but her use of it now sent a hot shot straight to his cock. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he teased, backing off to tongue her, all the while driving the purple people eater deep, deeper, deepest. She bucked against his ribs, dug her fingers into his back, and started that sweet chant once more.
    “Oh, Mitch.” Her pelvis rose, grinding against his mouth, begging for more tongue, more teeth, more of that vibration hitting her from the inside out.
    Mitch gave his wife every caress, every stroke she desired. His cock close to bursting, his insides aching, he fed her need, drove her higher, until she crashed on the other side.
    She screamed. No namby-pamby gentle cry, she opened her mouth and yelled his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear had it not been for the wail of the lawn mower.
    Then she collapsed and lay motionless beneath him. With one last pump of the vibrator and an answering shudder of her body, he pulled it out, switched it off, and tossed it to the bottom of the