Jamie had been away for three weeks. Upon her arrival at home, Clifford wasted no time undressing her as well as himself.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he declared.

“I can see that,” Jamie replied. “What’s this?” She nodded toward the ottoman in the middle of the room.

“I got that with you in mind,” Clifford said. “Kind of a homecoming present. Do you like it?”

“I guess so,” Jamie said. “But do we really need it?”

“I was thinking about how hard the playroom floor is, even with the carpeting,” Clifford explained. “So why don’t you try it out. See if it’s comfortable.”

Jamie sat upon the ottoman. “Feels pretty good,” she said.

“Test it for balance and such,” Clifford said.

Jamie lay back.

“Yeah, the balance is good,” she said, stretching out her legs. Her foot encountered Clifford’s erect cock. “And such,” Jamie added, as her toes caressed the phallic stalk.

Jamie intended to bring Clifford just to the edge of orgasm, but she misjudged Clifford’s arousal.

“I’m so sorry,” Clifford apologized. “I was just so...”

“No worries,” Jamie said, and she took Jamie’s cock into her mouth. It didn’t take long to bring Jamie to full erection.

“Oh honey,” Clifford moaned, and a moment later Jamie’s mouth was full of Clifford’s honey.

“Must be something about the ottoman that really gets you,” Jamie surmised. “But I have some tricks of my own.”

A two-proned approach (three if you count the stimulation of Jamie’s nipples) once again had Clifford tumescent.

This time Jamie stopped before Clifford could climax.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“Much as I like the new ottoman,” Jamie said, “we’re going to bed.”