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What do you do as a couple on a rainy Sunday? Do you usually watch TV or looking for a model from Bongacams? Can you think of anything? This couple knows how to use their free time very erotically …

I leaf through my women’s magazine listlessly. I’m bored. It is Sunday afternoon and it is raining heavily. All my weekend plans have literally fallen into the water so far. I wanted to jog on the beach, hike in the forest, bike on the dike and spend as much time as possible outside. I sit in an office for five long days, over files and folders, hardly get to take a break, because of all the work, and I often look wistfully out of my window when the best weather is between Monday and Friday.

The weather doesn’t matter to my husband. He always has something to do at home. He can sit at his computer for hours. And he doesn’t love nature as much as I do. He doesn’t care whether it rains or not. I drop my magazine on the floor and lie back, close my eyes and think about what I can do with what is reasonable and satisfying this Sunday. I don’t want to start Monday morning with such a mood …

Suddenly my husband is standing in front of the couch. He grins at me with that suggestive grin that I now know only too well from him. “We should use this rainy Sunday for something very special …” His voice is soft as oil and flows over me, over my breasts, my thighs and finally gathers in my lap. He pulls me up and kisses me, long and persistent, until I get dizzy. Then he grabs my hand and leads me behind him, up the curved staircase to our large, bright bathroom.

“I want to take a shower with you!”

He reaches for my buttocks and turns me around, pushes me a little closer to himself. I press my breasts against the cool shower wall, push my back through and push my butt out. Holger reaches between my legs and pushes them apart. I can see the water droplets collecting at the top of my femininity, linger there as if they want to be stimulated before they fall to the ground. My husband covers my breasts from behind, which feels incredibly erotic at the moment. He kneads my hard nipples, rubs them back and forth between my fingertips, presses my breasts together and then squats behind me. A pleasant shower covers my skin, I am shaking with excitement and wait for him to finally touch me where my lustful nerves come together.

When he touches me there, I flinch at him with greed. I push myself backwards. Holger runs his fingers around my love pearl, makes it big and wants to taste it. I can feel his tongue. First on my buttocks, then in between. He pushes his head under my lap and somehow manages to press his lips against the gates of my pleasure in this crossed position. It tastes of my femininity. Want to know how far my excitement has affected the taste of my lust. Extensive and enjoyable, he tongue in me and elicits a first and almost uncontrolled moan. It starts to boil and simmer in me. I’m hot. The goose bumps that form on my skin are pure excitement.

My husband gets out of the shower cubicle, goes to one of the rear bathroom cabinets with a mysterious expression on his face and returns with a long, curved dildo at the top. I look at him in amazement. We haven’t had a sex toy yet. That is new. Unexpected, but exciting. When my first astonishment subsided, I felt curiosity and the desire to try this love toy. How will it be if it’s not his natural limb that makes me happy, but an artificial one?

He soaped the toy and stroked it gently between my legs. I close my eyes and wait anxiously for what he will do. I can already feel the tip of the dildo sliding around my buttocks until it accidentally slides in between and remains on the entrance to my back room. I hold my breath. I have never …

The dildo continues to play with me. Presses back there and makes me want. Unknown lust. And whenever I think now, for the first time in my love life, I will feel something in my anus that could be almost a link, if the part withdraws or rather, is pulled back a bit by Holger.

What is he up to?

And then, infinitely slow, like in slow motion, my husband’s powerful penis suddenly pushes between my thighs and continues to push into my vulva, sighing with desire for ecstasy. He completely fills me with his lust and glides back and forth, simultaneously pulling my buttocks up a little with his fingers and rotating again with the artificial limb around my anus. Fantasies soaring before my eyes that make me dizzy. I try to prepare myself for the total pleasure that may surprise me. Will he take me along with …?

But it is not yet there. My husband still leaves me in the dark about whether he wants to conquer me twice, whether he will double my desire … My breasts start to pull. First in the nipples, which I still press against the cold tiled wall. Then the tug spreads in my breasts. It is one of my signs that my body wants to initiate orgasm. I moan loudly and open myself completely to my wonderful conqueror so that he can feel how far I have come on my way to the climax.

Holger knows me well. He understands what my body signals to him. He soaped me creamy between my buttocks and foamed the area that he will take care of particularly persistently. It takes a long time, he makes me fidget. Until he is certain, is absolutely certain that I want it too. No, that I really want it too. That I crave it and can’t think of anything else. That everything I have experienced with him before cannot be compared to what he will do to me in a moment. I am already trembling with pleasure. And don’t know what I’m going to do if he changes his mind …

And then finally I feel the cold, smooth material knock vigorously on my anus, glide around it once more, and then press gently into it. For the first time in my love life I am conquered by anal. I didn’t think it would be so exciting. I sweat with lust and expectation. My lap has been burning with pleasure for a long time, because Holger never ceases to delight me constantly and persistently with his never-tiring masculinity. I press myself a little against the top of the dildo and, despite my tension, which is almost unbearable at this one point over there, try to stay somehow relaxed. I take a deep breath, sigh loudly and take it in – bit by bit. And very wonderfully he pushes himself into my seething inside, which is already more than eagerly waiting for this unknown, never felt love stick, which massages and warms me and awakens in me sexual feelings that can no longer be more lustful …

I cry out, wind my way back and forth and feel with growing desire that I can really absorb this part. I am so hot, so excited by the skillful foreplay and my own thoughts that my back room almost devours him. And Holger moves him so virtuously back and forth, back and forth, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, that my lust can still grow steadily. My moan swells, my sighs grow out, my screams come to a head. The cold look of the tiles cannot cool me down. The heat that floods my body can only be quenched by a redemptive climax…

My husband moves the dildo sometimes in sync with his limb, sometimes only him, then both in different rhythms, different intensities. The interaction of the two brings about the greatest sexual bliss I’ve ever experienced. More, more, further, further… it roars in my head.

The fine trickle of water in the shower drips down my body, over my breasts, my belly, collects on my pubic hair, finally drips down my thighs and cannot cool off a bit. I make the most indecent sounds, utter words that my husband may never have heard, and urge him to start my orgasm. I feel like I’m doing it with two men at the same time. This idea makes me unlikely. It drives my excitement up and my greed for satisfaction doesn’t stop. I close my eyes and imagine that Holger is not the only man who is currently moving in me, not the only body whose pleasure I am feeling right now. The second man is faceless, I can’t even recognize his body, I can only describe his limb. That big, warm phallus that pulsates in the back of me where no limb has ever ventured.

When I reach the climax, it is like a fever that has gripped and shakes my body and makes my senses uncontrollable … I open my eyes when I hear a movement. I don’t know if I slept a little or just fantasized with my eyes closed. My husband comes over to me. The weather is still horrible. Holger stops in front of the sofa. He grins at me with that suggestive grin that I now know only too well from him.

“We should use Sunday for something very special …” His voice is as soft as oil and flows over me, over my breasts, my thighs and finally gathers in my lap. He pulls me up and kisses me, long and persistent, until I get dizzy. Then he grabs my hand and leads me behind him, up the curved staircase to our large, bright bathroom. “I want to take a shower with you!”

I know what that means. We will love each other on this rainy Sunday. The best thing you can do for two on such a day…