Free Hot Monogamy by Lucy St. Vincent Page A

biggest secrets to our ongoing success is that we are still turned on by each other.   We make an effort to stay fit and limber.   I go to yoga three times a week and Paul is a jogger and tennis player.   It’s after exercise that we often get especially hot.   Yesterday Paul got home from his daily three-mile jog, smelling up the house with his pheromones and sweat.   Just a whiff of that man can send me over the top.
    “Paul,” I said, “why don’t you hop in the shower?   I’ll be with you in a minute.”
    We have a lot of sex books and guides and dirty magazines so we are always getting new ideas about how to turn each other on.   We’ve gone way beyond Paul’s initial one hundred.
    “Okay, Honey,” he said, and I could see his dick perk up in interest even from a distance.
    I’ve always liked water as a natural lubricant.   A couple of years ago we had a big jacuzzi installed in our backyard so we could jazz things up with the water and the jets, and it sure has come in handy.   It’s been our most expensive sex toy to date, but certainly worth the money.   That’s another story.
    While Paul was getting into the shower and lathering himself up, I went to the kitchen and got the green grapes out of the crisper.   Then I lubed up a bit with my vibrator, playing with myself just long enough to get wet and turned on.  
    Sometimes I like to prepare ahead of time, giving myself my own foreplay before having a quickie with Paul.   Sometimes guys want to skip the formalities and get straight to the point so to speak, and I certainly don’t mind turning my own self on once in a while.   After I felt the heat and my juices sluicing inside of me, and as my nipples elongated and my skin became red, I knew it was time for the next step.  
    I took the grapes and inserted them up my vagina.  It felt good sliding the cold ovals up there, one after the next.   I lingered with the first one for a moment, teasing my clitoris first, and then caching it inside.   All toll, I popped four green grapes up my pussy; by the last one I was so turned on, I was ready to finger myself to an orgasm right there.  I knew, however, that it was going to be a lot more exciting letting Paul suck them out of me.  
    I joined him in the shower, my body ripe and ready.   His penis was at a right angle to his body, and I could tell he had been getting himself ready for me .
    “I’ve been waiting for so long, Babe.   What took you?”
    “Oh, I had to put a few things away,” I said casually.   The water was hot and the glass door was steamy.   It felt wonderful.   I started with his hair.   I lathered shampoo and slowly and sensually began to massage his scalp with my fingernails.   He loved that.   I was holding off, trying to calm myself down from my intense foreplay.   It was his turn first.   Mine would come later.   My ass cheeks were pulsating in and out with desire, but restraint made it so much sweeter.  
    I pressed my tummy and breasts against his back so his ass was right at my crotch level and I began to scrub his chest with the soap, grabbing his nipples as I did so.   He was excited: they stood out like little push pins on his chest.   I massaged his chest for a long time and slowly worked my way down to his tummy and then to his penis.   All the while I was pressing my body against his back, growing more and more excited as my hands came closer to his dick.
    I could feel the grapes inside of me, gently suspended in my fluid.   I clenched and unclenched my buttocks and ground my groin into his ass.   I wanted his mouth on my pussy in the worst way.
    When I got to his penis, its rock hardness surprised me as it always does.   Even his testicles get hard, like golf balls.   I gently stroked and washed them with the soap, then began tugging a little more boisterously.   I took the showerhead off the nozzle and sprayed all the soap off his dick, using the strongest setting.   It really turns him