Dystopian Girls 4

by Rodzil LaBraun

  Everyone knew my plan to spend the night with my lovely wife, Alexa. I could hear whispering between the women helping her plan for the experience. I had no idea what to expect and wasn't sure that I would have the energy for it. But there was no way that I would decline the opportunity. I missed her too much. I needed her close to me, physically and emotionally.

  When I got back from using the toilet, I said goodnight to most of the women in my house. Alexa was absent, so I was not surprised to find her in my bedroom when I opened the door. Curiously, she was still completely dressed. She motioned for me to join her in the bathroom. I could see candlelight reflecting through the room off the bathroom mirror.

  The scene by the sink was very romantic. I even smelled my favorite scent of vanilla in the candle smoke. There on the counter were two large basins, one with soapy water, the other clear. Alexa encouraged me to disrobe so she could bathe me. It was the first time that a woman had done this for me since my first sexual experience with Riley. The awesome blowjob. I had high hopes of this night being even better.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

  I was dreadfully tired, and slightly caught off guard, so even the beautiful Alexa requesting my nudity wasn't enough to get me fully aroused. It took some time, but I got there, ready to fly my flag. Alexa thankfully did not drag out the sponge bath into some twenty-minute erotic ritual. Instead, she scrubbed me down like a mother would her filthy dirty child. Perhaps with a gentler touch.

  When she finally took my privates into her hand, she concentrated on getting them clean first. Then she did a little tugging and massaging as she smiled up at me, finishing with a soft kiss to the tip.

  I knew to follow her lead, so I just watched when she stood up and began to remove her own clothing. Then I was informed that it was my turn to wash her.

  The soapy water was a little murky, but she insisted that it would be fine. I squeezed out the sponge a couple times to get it as free of dirt as possible before dipping in it the bowl. Once I had it lathered up, I started cleaning her perfect body with her neck. It was the right length and thickness to match the rest of her body. No moles or freckles. Still a young woman, she showed no sign of aging in that telltale part of her body.

  I ran the sponge over her shoulders and arms next, taking my time. Her toned muscles were not as strong as Stella's, but they still had beautiful form to them. Her slender fingers were even nice as she spread them so I could clean between them well. The ring that I gave her was snug around her finger. There was no indication that it had ever been removed since then.

  When I got to her chest, I squeezed all the soapy water out of the sponge just below her neck, then tossed it back in the bowl. I craved a hands-on approach for this part. Though I managed to clean her from neck to belly button, I spent most of the time fondling her breasts. They were petite, but perfect in shape and size for her slim frame. Firm from youth, but soft to squeeze. Her nipples were of average size from my experience, but the cooling water had them at a point. Each flick I gave them sent a shudder through her body. Eventually, she begged me to move on.

  Her vagina stared at me, ready for its turn. It had not been shaved for a few days. I was happy to do the honors, but I decided to wash her legs first. Always save the best for last.

  Slender thighs, shapely, not skinny. Flawless knees. No scars or excessive wrinkling. But it was the sexy shape of her lower legs that always got me. Nice calves, not too strong, tapering down to narrow ankles. I scrubbed them all over, using my hands more than the sponge. Being deprived of her body for a few days made it even that more attractive. Her standing there submissively letting me touch her all over had to be part of the arousal as well.

  Her feet were small, toes mostly straight and thin. Her butt raised up onto the sink counter to lift her completely off the floor so I could clean them. She wore a size six shoe which she said was just a little below average for someone her size. Tan lines were moderately visible from the straps of her sandals, and again around her ankles from the occasions when she wore sneakers. I got every part nice and clean, toying with the idea of taking up toe sucking as part of a new foreplay routine.

  I asked her to return to the standing position and turn around. Her lovely ass was all that I could see then. It wasn't huge and blocking my view. No, I just had on self-applied blinders, not wanting to look at anything else. Firm enough to be super sexy. Soft enough that my thumb sunk in a couple inches when I gripped it tight. I soaped it up good and made sure to massage the cleaning solution into every part of her cheeks.

  I then pushed on the small of her back gently. She knew what that meant. Every experienced woman did. Bend over. She placed her hands by the sink as she tilted forward, pushing her ass toward my face. I even noticed her heels spreading apart to give me better access to her ass crack. I then cleaned it extremely well and enjoyed every second of seeing her in that position.

  One more nudge to her back sent her chest to the counter giving me a clear rear-entry view of her vagina. I soaped up my fingers and worked at it diligently, between every fold. I couldn’t resist rubbing the inside as well, as far as one clean finger could go. I saw her breaths coming quicker and heavier as I did. She was as aroused as me.

  I gave her a light smack on the cheek. Again, she knew what to do. Turning around placed the front of her pussy at my eye level as I remained kneeling. I washed it well, taking note of the darker than blonde hair growth that needed attention. In a frantic moment of passion, I would have ignored it, and the beard stubble effect that it would have grinding against me. But we were already here.

  "Can I shave it for you?" I asked, though it was not something that I had ever done before. She nodded, while biting her lip. I could clearly see that she was ready for sex but loving every minute of the attention that I would give her pum pum. I placed a dry bath towel on the bed and guided her to it. She laid there with her ass on the edge, legs spread wide. She couldn't pull them up because of the wrinkles that would impair my ability to do a good job on her lower abdomen. Letting her drop her feet to the floor would have made getting the area between her thighs more difficult. Besides, there was not a more beautiful sight in the world than the incredibly sexy Alexa naked on her back with her legs spread wide for me.

  Except for possibly Jamila sucking a nut while stroking me off. But I blocked that image from my mind the moment that I thought of it.

  The razor was not new, but it did the job. She gave some softly spoken instructions to help me achieve the hairless look without making burn bumps on her skin. I was patient, especially since that special part of her body was my happy place. Making her scratch at it like a rash would reduce my excitement significantly. I couldn’t have that.

  I put some of her favorite lotion, vanilla scented, on the skin to soothe it. I avoided getting it on the lips or near the hole. I loved the smell of the stuff but did not want to be tasting it or causing any health issues for her later. I was not fully educated in that department but didn’t want to take any chances. I wanted her to remember this night fondly. A relentless itch or burning sensation was not the best memory trigger to accomplish that.

  I toyed with her then, lightly running my tongue across her vagina lips, the same way women liked to tease me before a blowjob. Keeping at it for a couple minutes achieved a more than adequate amount of lubrication for intercourse, but I was not done. Neither was Alexa. She grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed my mouth into her freshly groomed coochie.

  I ground my mouth against her where her pelvic bone was underneath the skin at the top of her folds and lapped at the hole in a frenzy. Occasionally, I slid up to suck on her clit until she forced me away, her legs vibrating like a motorcycle. When I felt her orgasm coming on strong, I held onto her thighs and plunged my wild tongue deep until I was about to suffocate. Alexa had already been trying to pry me away at that point for a few seconds anyway.

  She convulsed like a demon possessed woman, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her moans changed to
choking noises that would previously have concerned me. But this was not my first rodeo with Alexa. I knew her sounds and body movements perfectly, and exactly what they indicated.

  She was laying across the bed, her drenched pussy pointed toward the bathroom. I decided to walk around to the foot of the bed, which faced to the door, to get another view of my accomplishment from a different angle. Eventually her eyes followed, then looked down to erection. My penis was as hard as a petrified piece of driftwood and bobbing uncontrollably, like it was a very excited dog wagging his tail. She stared at it like a serial killer, biting her lip again, hard enough to break the skin.

  I knew at that very moment I could get the best blowjob of my life. Her passion for pleasing me was at an all-time high. But I decided to forego that step in our typical sexual experience. It was a difficult decision but seeing her snap her teeth together like a fierce chihuahua helped. Instead, I returned to the side where her lovely ass was just barely hanging over the edge of the bed.

  I nearly had to pry her legs apart. It was an uncontrollable reaction of her body, and it caused her to begin laughing insanely. Thankfully, that only lasted for a few seconds. Then I held her ankles high and wide as I guided myself in. There was no need for assistance this time. The over lubrication and position of her thighs would steer me in the right direction even if I missed by a couple inches. But I didn't miss.

  No, I slid right in on the first try. It was so hot and wet, but also tight. She had not had sex for a few days. Her very recent orgasm may have also been a contributing factor. She screamed as I pushed myself halfway in. Then she gasped for air as I pulled back. Another scream, louder this time, as I went as far as her vagina would allow me. She even jerked her body from the brief amount of pain.

  I knew that I would not be able to curb my enthusiasm for what was about to happen. I needed to be deep inside my wife but had no interest in hurting her. So, I tilted her legs back toward her head and leaned forward. That way my pelvis striking hers would prevent me from going too deep. Her appreciation was obvious as her painful expression turned to passionate joy, my body slamming into the tiny bump like repeatedly punching a climax accelerator button.

  Alexa and I had tried some different positions in our time together. We had some quickies, and some lengthy sessions where gentle technique was important. There were times when oral was all that was needed, especially for me. But this reunion sex was somehow more animalistic than usual. In my mind, I had pictured something much gentler. Missed you sex. The bathing would have naturally led to that. Our passion for each other just sent us over the top.

  She orgasmed again, screaming profanity like sailor, but I continued. Gripping her ankles tight, I thrust with more vigor, knowing my moment was quickly approaching. She knew it, too.

  "Do it!" she screamed. Her face and tone would make a person think that she was begging for someone to pull a trigger to save her life. After seeing my expression, she softened her voice a little. "Inside me," she demanded. "I'm ready. Give it me!"

  I was sincerely worried about bruising her ankles, so I shifted my hands to her calves instead as my body spasmed, releasing my seed into my wife. She said that she was ready, so I gave it all to her. Hopefully it was not just her moment of passion that made the demand.

  The sex had been incredible. I enjoyed it very much. But my pleasure was nothing compared to the satisfied look on Alexa's face. She stared into my eyes as her breathing began to return to normal. An onlooker might think that I had slipped her a hallucinatory drug.

  We missed each other terribly while she was gone. That was a given. Emotionally and sexually. They say that distance or separation makes the heart grow fonder. I believed that. But it did not prepare me for the facial expression that she was giving me at that moment.

  I released my tormentor's grip on her legs and lowered my chest to hers. Our lips found each other quickly. Passion from the sex was fading, but the fervor of our love for each other was only growing stronger as we kissed. I stayed there on top of her kissing her fondly for much longer than the sex had lasted.

  When I finally lifted myself off of her, the happiest smile known to mankind was plastered across her beautiful face. I hesitated for a moment enjoying the sight. It would be a mental picture that I would carry with me for the rest of my life.

  By the time that we finished cleaning up our mess, referring to the soapy water and towels mostly, I was so exhausted that I was about to pass out. I laid down with my back on the clean sheets. Alexa joined me, her head on my chest, her hand on my belly. It was our usual position for falling to sleep together. And nothing felt more like home. Not my parents' old house, not grandma's cookies, or whatever expression that people dreamed up for marketing purposes. Alexa's body against mine, ready for sharing a night of restful slumber. Not a thing in the world calmed my soul more. It was almost better than the sex.

  Almost.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

  I awoke to a whirlwind of blonde hair piled up on my chest. There was no mistake this time. It was my lovely wife Alexa. Memory of last night's reunion sex filled my brain bringing a smile to my face. I rubbed her shoulder softly, cherishing her return, but I was also eager to see her face. I still wanted confirmation that I was not caught in some elaborate multi-level dream.

  The groggy morning face that turned toward me was thankfully not one of a crazy white-eyed zombie. How terrible that would have been. Coming out of dream state often had my mind conjuring up the weirdest stuff. No, it was my sweet Alexa.

  "Good morning, sweetheart," she said just before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "How are you?" she asked as one of her hands inspected my crotch. It was a rare morning with no wood. She squeezed my soft fleshy hose just to make sure.

  "I'm great," I told her. And it was true. Much of the stress that I had carried around the last couple days was gone. "How are you feeling, babydoll?"

  "I'm awesome," she smiled an almost laugh. "I'm so happy to be back in your arms. But I think that I slept in." Alexa raised her head to look around the room. The door was still closed. She remained motionless for a moment. On anyone else, the expression on her face would indicate that she was listening for sounds outside of our bedroom. Or possibly trying to pick up smells. But with Alexa, it meant that she was sensing the emotional signatures and current states of others nearby.

  "I think Riley has your coffee ready," she told me. "Her and Stella are preparing breakfast already, too. I better get out there."

  One more kiss then she slid off the bed to slip into the clothes that she had set out the night before. I watched her ass, legs and hair from behind, counting myself so lucky to get her back. When she opened the door and stepped into the living room, the women in the kitchen adjacent gave her a round of applause. I listened carefully to their conversation before getting my own ass out of bed.

  "What is that for?" Alexa asked her friends.

  "And the award for loudest orgasm goes to..." I heard Bianka voice.

  "Oh my God! Was I that loud?"

  "Oh, yes, dear," Riley told her. Then there was a pause that was probably them greeting each other with a hug and brief kiss. "Ling stayed up half the night trying to figure out what Mason was doing to you."

  "Really?" Alexa asked.

  "Toys," Ling's voice said. "There had to be toys involved."

  "No," Alexa laughed, and others joined her. "There were no toys, but it is none of your business what Mason and I do behind closed doors. You all will get your turns."

  Silence.

  I didn't know exactly who all was in the room, but the statement came as enough of a shock to not yield an immediate response. I pictured the questioning expressions of the other women in my mind.

  "I'm guessing that Riley will be next," Alexa finally said awkwardly, attempting to break the eerie quiet.

  "No, sweetie," Riley's soft voice replied, a tone that she only used in the early morning before going all business-like for the day. "I won't be ready for tonight. Pick a
nother girl."

  "Well, that only leaves Stella, right?" Bianka asked. "Or is it Jada's turn already?"

  "I think it should be your turn, Bianka," Alexa said almost too quiet for me to hear. I got the impression that she was very close to my lesbian friend when she said it, maybe right up in her face. That would have gotten a mixed reaction from Bianka since she was so attracted to my wife, but uninterested in heterosexual sex.

  "No, thank you," Bianka replied emphatically.

  "You're not ready for some one-eyed hoagie?" Alexa asked her.

  "Oh, shit," Bianka whispered. It made me wish I had entered the room already to see her face. Maybe Alexa was complimenting the shocking comment with a gesture or funny face.

  Ling asked someone, barely audible which was rare for her, “What is a hoagie?”

  "What's wrong, Bianka?" Alexa asked, being much more playful toward the badass blonde than before her disappearance. "Are you scared of the pink Anaconda?"

  Then the room erupted with laughter. I quietly slid out from under the sheets and fumbled to get my clothes on. I wanted to witness these hilarious exchanges but was worried that my presence would bring them to an end.