A Saint and a Whore
Copyright© 2002 by Spiller
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - My beautiful wife shows, what good wine can bring out in her. And we try to uphold these new lusts without wine.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual True Story Cousins Group Sex First
"Wake up, you lovely, naughty man. It's way past noon."
Sleepily I opened my eyes and almost drowned in her beautiful, diamond blue eyes, so close to mine. She bent down the last few inches and kissed me lovingly. As if by reflex my hands started moving to touch her body, but then she broke the kiss and giggled. "Oh, no. Oh, no. You're not going to touch me now. The state my pussy is in would just make you blabber about Alfred again. I'll go and have a shower now. And don't you join me. We have other things to do today." Off she went. A little later I heard her singing in the shower, and I relaxed and enjoyed the memory of what we had just done. The day slowly picked up the momentum of an ordinary Sunday. A list of chores which hadn't been done during the busy weekdays. One of mine was to bring a little order to our storage room in the attic. While I moved and stacked boxes and crates, I sent a loving thought to my parents, who had taken our kids for a three week holiday to Sweden, Norway and Finland. Two of the boxes I handled gave me an inspiration, which I told Helen when we sat down for a cup of coffee in the afternoon.
"You know, I found a couple of boxes up there, which might prove interesting."
"What's that, dear?"
"It's all my old ice-hockey equipment that we have saved in the hope that Peter (that's our son) would show interest. But he never turned out to be the sporty type, did he?"
"I wouldn't say he did. Takes more after his mom, doesn't he? But what's the idea?"
"Well, there must be several hundreds of dollars worth of equipment in those boxes. And I heard cousin Alfred talk about ice hockey as if he was interested. Actually he asked me some questions yesterday. He knew I played a lot when I was a teenager."
Helen's cheeks suddenly took on a cute blush. "You do move fast, don't you?"
"Actually, no. Didn't even think about it, but when I was moving those boxes the idea came to me. I see you have guessed."
"Oh, but I have. But it isn't exactly ice-hockey season now."
"No, but I want to get rid of those boxes as soon as possible, you see."
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