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Part Three Chapter 1 Two hours later I woke up, I lay there half asleep, my belly pressed hard against Sal’s buttocks, my arm laying along her thigh and down her leg. I had a lazy knob, pressing against her, I felt comfortable and at ease, and in no rush to start our second session. My last orgasm had taken a lot out of me if I was honest, I had been drained, and recovery might take a while. So I just lay there, drifting around in my own thoughts and at peace. Sally stirred, gave a sigh, and pushed herself against me, still asleep, but not for much longer I thought. I was getting hard again, slid my arm off her leg and around to her fanny. It felt warm and moist, and she’d shaved it! So THAT was the buzzing I’d heard coming from the bathroom earlier. I should have thought of that, and not just assumed she was having a vibro. I must compliment her on it when came to, and our brains were working. I hadn’t thought how smooth and silky her pussy was on my tongue, lips and face at the time. Too busy I guess. I smiled, thinking lewd thoughts of what we’d done earlier. I could feel the nylon that I was wearing, it felt smooth and light, I stroked my arm, the peignoir sleeve slid smoothly up and down, it felt light on my backside and the combined feeling of stockings suspenders and the peignoir was beginning to have its effect. I rolled over onto my back, pulled the peignoir around me as tightly as I could and gave my cock a stroke, I was nearing full hardness as I rolled over onto my side again and pressed myself against Sally. “Coming alive?” Sally asked, as if she didn’t know. “Ready for another one?” almanbahis She said. “Not just yet, give it half an hour I replied” I’m ready now she pouted, I want it Now! Now! Now! Then she giggled, “You’re right she said, lets get cleaned up and changed, I feel a bit of a mess, all that dried cum around my pussy and down my legs, and I expect you feel the same, don’t you?” “I do” I said “A clean up would be good, and a snack. Speaking of snacks” I said “I loved your shaved pussy, very tasty, very sweet, I’ll want some of that for afters later” “Ten minutes, then lets shower” I said “Together?” she said “Why not” I said, “It’ll save water” “Cheapskate” she said. We were still dressed as we got into the shower. Suspender belts, panties, stockings, all stiff and stained with cum. There were stains on my peignoir, whose I don’t know, but we both looked a real mess. The shower was hot, and we soaped each other, rubbing the scented soap into the soaking nylon, and onto our bodies. My cock was throbbing, pressed hard against Sal’s ass cheeks as I soaped her breasts. Sal turned around and knelt down and kissed my cock. She stood up, removed her stockings, bra and panties, and then pulled mine off. The nylon felt quite different when wet, and I was pleased to have it removed for me. It lay all on the shower floor in a sodden heap, and I unceremoniously kicked it out of the cubicle. “Cheapskate” Sal’ said again, “Two in the shower, AND the washing! “That’s what I call economy” she said with a laugh “We’re doing our bit to save the planet aren’t we!” “Right! Lets get really clean, and no messing about” almanbahis yeni giriş Sal said. “Right” I replied, as I slid my finger into her pussy, I tasted it, “Not clean yet I sad” “I’ll try again in a minute” We soaped each other with a huge bath sponge, reaching every part of our bodies. Sal’ moaned as I used it on her breasts, pussy and anus, and I moaned as she wanked my cock clean with it. Finally we decided we were clean. That’s when Sally dropped the soap! Too good a chance I thought, as I slipped into her from behind. Right up to the hilt, no messing! It was as though I’d fallen in, no resistance, no argument from Sal, just a little gasp as she pushed back against me. It didn’t last long, a couple of minutes, that’s all. Sal’ didn’t cum, and my cum was good, very good, but not a large quantity. I licked her clean, though the shower did most of the work I suppose, but she tasted good, and smelled of soap, wet hair and woman. “I’m thirsty” I said, I want something very cold and fizzy, but not champagne, I don’t want to fall asleep again.” “I’ll have a 7Up I think, what about you Sal?” I asked. “I’ll have champagne and OJ I think, I don’t mind if I sleep for a few hours, It’s 3am” she said, “and it’s been a very long day, and night. We aren’t in a race are we?” “No” I said “Lets take it easy for a few hours, and get some real sleep” I’ll have a chocolate drink I think, not a soda pop, do you still want your Champagne?” “No chocolate would be nice, and relaxing.” I slipped a sweatshirt and boxers on and went down to make the chocolate and put a few chocolate biscuits on almanbahis giriş a plate as well. Took them up and set them down on a bedside cabinet. Sal’ had put a long nightie on, not what I expected. Cotton, long sleeves and buttoned up at the throat. “What have you put that thing on for?” I asked “An Edwardian Gentleman might have found it sexy, but I don’t” I said. The contents were still pretty good though I thought. “Here’s yours” said Sally, “You have the pink one, I have the blue one” “I’m not wearing that, what a turn off” I said. “That’s the idea” said Sally “Put it on, drink your chocolate and go to sleep. Do as you‘re told!” So I did. The cotton nightie wasn’t as bad as I expected. Not a turn on, but comfortable, and comforting I thought as I drifted off to sleep. CHAPTER 2 We both woke up at about 9.30. Sal had another shower while I made scrambled eggs & smoked salmon, toast and tea. I’d have my shower later after I’d done some chores. I took my job as House Husband quite seriously. It was fun, I enjoyed doing it, the fun and enjoyment came from doing the job properly, and it wasn’t exactly hard work, Mrs T did the heavy work three times a week, so all I had to do between her visits was keep her work up together with the odd bit of vacuuming or sweeping. My own jobs were quite easy. I did the washing, the washing up, very little real cooking, changed and made the beds, the ironing and generally kept things together on the domestic front. I did “Man” things as well, I sometimes went down the pub, cleaned the car, a bit of gardening and window cleaning. I don’t suppose my work took up more than three or four hours on a busy day, and I tended to try and spread the workload out a bit over the week so that I didn’t have to play Catch Up with things very often. Life was pretty good. Sal’s life was pretty good as well I think.