MY SPIRITUAL WIFE
EPISODE 17
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I turned around to discover Janet standing, staring at me with a smile on her face. Her smile was charming. It was contagious. I didn’t even bother to wonder how she found me or knew that this particular toilet was where I was taking the leak.
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I washed up and immediately after I pushed the “flush button”, Janet put a hand on my cheek and pulled my face close enough, she could breathe in my ear. “Paul, I need you to screw me, right now.”
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My response to this, was definitely not verbal.
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I’d been drooling over Janet all night long. She’d been seducing me since the moment we walked into this party.
Even though I knew that Jasmine was all mine; even though I knew that it was certain; I’ll be laying Jasmine that night, with this invitation, I couldn’t wait. There was no point to. The anticipation has been killing me. Jasmine had only just been an amazing distraction.
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I reached between Janet’s legs, then started rubbing the mound that was now dripping wet.
Janet had a G-string on. I merely had to move it to one side to gain access.
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I could feel Janet’s hot button swelling immediately. She widened the gap between her thighs and began to hump her back. I could feel her getting ready to climax but didn’t want her to start yelping so I reached inside my pocket for a handkerchief. I put it to her lips, she opened her mouth, and I stuffed it in.
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Moments later Janet was staring at me with wide, passionate eyes and a handkerchief jammed between her teeth when she launched into the clouds on a trip of ecstasy. The rush of air through her nostrils was the only noise she made.
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I quickly reached for the door to ensure it was perfectly secured.
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The club, like most other soundproof systems, didn’t assure Janet’s moans would be drowned by sound at this area, hence the precautions.
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As Janet’s chest rose and fell while she relaxed on the downside of her orgasm, I put a hand over the firm mound of her left oranges. Janet pushed the handkerchief out of her mouth with her tongue then put a hand over mine and pressed it to her orange. She put her eyes on mine, then smiled.
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I tweaked the now very exposed pointed knuckle which caused Janet’s lids to flutter. I played with Janet’s pointed knuckles while she slipped a hand over my joystick and began to encourage another session.
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Janet and I played, felt and got hotter until my e******n were what we both wanted it to be.
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I pushed Janet so she was facing away from me, then she lifted her top leg, reached between hers and grabbed my e******n.
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Janet pumped my e******n three or four times, then rubbed the head against her honeypot. She loosened her grip, then with just her fingertips, she put it where she wanted it.
I slipped into Janet’s wet tunnel and began to pound her, totally silent, totally lost in her hot velvet pot.
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Maybe eight or nine minutes after I started drilling Janet, she started flopping a hand around, looking for something. I paused and pulled out, then whispered in her ear, “What?”
I barely heard the answer “The handkerchief, where is it?”
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I’d held it from dropping to the ground as Janet pushed it out earlier, almost in the same fashion as I did Jasmine’s purse and had returned it to my pocket.
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I took out the handkerchief and handed it to Janet.
Janet jammed the handkerchief in her mouth again then arched her back, pressing her behind against my groin.
I slid my e******n back into her then heard the muffled sigh, as she took every inch, I could give her.
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My muscles were tensing; my stick was bloated with gum; I was ready to erupt.
Janet’s body was flowing in waves against me; her honeypot flooded with wet heat.
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When I pulled out of Janet, she pushed back on me, trying to keep me imprisoned in her body. She felt me pulling back but put a hand on my hips and pulled me tight against her. She didn’t want me to pull out, so I breathed a warning close to her ear, “I’m going shoot, Janet. I am c…”
Janet didn’t say anything, she couldn’t, with the handkerchief in her mouth but the hand on my behind gripped even harder. The strength of her grip as she held me, let me know I didn’t have to pull out.
My e******n clenched, then I started to spurt, deep inside Janet.
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Janet must have been teetering on the edge too because when I slammed tight against her, she groaned and started vibrating from legs to head.
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Janet came in sync with the e******n pulsing in her.
Just as Janet stopped shaking, we heard a female’s voice right outside the door…
“Aren’t you guys done yet?”
To be continued…
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