Chapter 3: It’s Not Pennzoil

Mr. and Mrs. Flores did revisit the subject of lubrication later in the evening, after they had retired and taken off their clothes. Mia leaned over the nightstand drawer, intently searching its contents.

“What do you need, sweetie?”

“Ah, found it.”

Mia held up a tube of “Oil by Sexxxon/Mobile 10-30,” which was her favorite for back-door sex.

“Oh, my, you spoil me. Well, always, Mia, but is there something you have in mind?”

“Nah, I’m loving you, especially, just on general principles.”

This wasn’t actually true, but Mia had learned over the years that her bigger asks needed to come after, not before, Gabe’s orgasms.

“I always wondered, Mia, besides the obvious joke about motor oil, why does that tube say ‘10-30’?”

“There are 30 days in a month, and 10 times in 4 weeks sounds like a decent amount of fun, don’t you think?”

“For most people, I guess. Wouldn’t we have to slow down some to be at only 10?”

“You’re right. The thing is most people don’t fuck on period days like we do; that would lower their count. And when being tired, or being inhibited when there’s kids around, or...”

“You mean the pitter-patter of little in-law’s feet?”

“Gabriel, enough! You want to talk, or you want my ass?”

“I’ll do both. Give me the tube, please. Melisandre Perez Flores, a model of ideal womanhood, stands before me as nature’s greatest accomplishment. I’ve warmed up some of the lube; pull apart for me, please.

“Between these mighty yet supple hemispheres of loveliness lies the highway to heaven, the channel of directed passion ... Here’s more for inside, going in: 3, 2, 1, ... These narrow confines end at the holy of holies, the bearer of sacrificial...

“STOP! I love you to pieces, but I can’t admit you to the temple while I’m laughing. I need to focus! Just, ah, are you ready for me?”

“Are you kidding? I could drive nails with this thing.”

“Jeez! Shut up, already. I’m getting up on the bed with my knees on the edge and my elbows down on the mattress. Simply put, let me know when you’re ready, so I can push out when you push in.

“Yeah, then, well, uh, OK, I’m ready. Two, one, unh.”

While she was bearing down, the head slipped in, moving past resistance, but without much effort. They were practiced at making love this way. In small pushes, Gabe inserted himself the rest of the way, an inch at a time. Then he waited.

Mia preferred just a little respite or rearranging time after full insertion. He wasn’t huge, he wasn’t small, but one time, she had her phone next to her when she was giving him a hand job, and she lined up the edge of it with his cock. They were equally long, and later, when she looked up the specifications, she saw her phone’s length was 15 centimeters, or 6 inches.