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Marie and I had been married for about eight years and, some three years before, I had an accident. We'd always enjoyed a mutually satisfying and fairly adventurous sex life. I guess we were lucky that our desires, lusts and needs seemed to match and, as we learned about ach other's body, we usually fell into the sleep, afterwards, of replete exhaustion. Mind you, we often started again the next morning!
Things changed after the accident. Whilst I wasn't in any way paralysed, I lost much of the sensation in my genitalia and could only attain a partial erection.
Fortunately, we learned how to use our hands, tongues and mouths in very pleasurable ways. Marie had many an orgasm as I lapped and nibbled her slippery folds. That sometimes elusive g-spot became a much explored area. She would clutch at the bedsheets, cushions or carpets as I thoroughly enjoyed myself. My brain, in its own way, made up for some of the sensations I used to feel further down. Sometimes, I'd even feels my balls tightening and tingling as her moans and groans reached their crescendo.
Whilst we never discussed it, openly, I knew there was that one element missing. Often, in the past, as we thrust at each other, eyes wide open, with big grins plastered on our faces, she would reach round, dig her fingers into my buttocks and try to drag me deeper into her body. I could feel each of her muscles convulsing into separate spasms as pleasure coursed across her abdomen, until, unable to to control herself, her eyes would shut, her mouth would slacken and the gutteral moans of her climax took over.
Almost every time, I would be unable to hold back. My cock would spasm of its own accord, pumping streams of semen and spunk towards their goal accompanied by my frenzied fucking. Sometimes, as my final few thrusts happened, I would see her eyes open, her mouth forming the letter O as another 'mini' orgasm fluttered through her.
That was all absent and perhaps we both didn't want to own up to any element of disappointment despite the pleasure we could stille give each other.
Hoping to find something that could remedy this, I did my research and eventually found what I thought might work. It was a harness with very flat straps and and an orifice into which could be fitted a hollow cock sheath. I looked at the measurements available for those and chose one which I thought was a little larger than my formerly attainable erection.
I had to be secretive since Marie had never been keen on sex toys, eschewing them in favour of what she called the 'real thing''. Yes, I admit, I was flattered.
The arrival of the device seemed to take an age and I carried out a rehearsal to ensure I could fit everything into place, speedily and quietly.
That evening we had a pleasant meal, accompanied by a glass or two of wine and were relaxing at the end of a working week that had been mentally tiring for both of us. We'd only been watching TV for a short while when Marie turned, kissed me and dived her hand up and down my chest. Naturally, I responded and we were speedily engrossed in teasing and titillating our bodies and senses.
It didn't seem long before I'd slid my hand under the waist of her trousers, lifting the edge of her knickers. One maybe two fingers soon found their way between the slippery, slick folds waiting for me. Her breathing quickened a little, her mouth fell away from mine as she became focused on the bulding sesnations. As ever, I watched with the same excitement as I had the first time we did this together.
I uttered one word, "Bed." Seeing her nod, we stumbled and tottered to our bedroom, neither of us wanting to disconnect or lose the the tension.
I organised us so that she was on her back and I could thoroughly arouse her - nibbling the soft part of her neck, moving down to suckle one nipple while teasing the other with my fingers. Kissing further down her body, my head was soon between her legs, my tongue probing the now swollen lips of her labia and my hands underneath her bottom so I could lift her up and easily open her legs wider.
As her body responded more strongly, I brought one hand round and inserted a finger so I could tease her g-spot. All the while, I lapped and nibbled her clitoris and its surrounds. Very quickly, even sooner than usual, she orgasmed, pulse after pulse and my hand was soaking in her juices. Not giving her any respite, I continued and another speedily followed. "Stop, stop," she gasped between pants. I acquiesced, sliding up her body so she could feel the swelling of my partially hardened erection. "Hmm," she mewed.
Both of us enjoyed the relaxation for a while and then I pleaded the necessity for a bathroom break, using the glasses of wine as an excuse. There, all was ready in the cabinet beneath the sink I used (we're one of those couples having separate ones). Quickly, I slipped on the harness and slid my partial erection into the already lubricated sheath. I only had to add a little to the exterior surface.
There was only low-level lighting in the bedroom and with Marie still luxuriating in her afterglow, I returned to our bed with my 'additions' undetected. Fortunately, she had moved little and was still on her back with legs splayed. In that moment, I was full of anticipation, not to say some trepidation. Her eyes flicked open but any protest was stifled by my urgent kisses. I was also lucky that her hands went to hold my head rather than venturing lower. Thus, I was able to work my way down to revisit, with evident relish, to where I'd recently been. I aroused and stimulated her to another orgasm which was not as explosive as the last but from the appreciative sounds, well received.
Quietly, I lifted myself up as though going to kiss and cuddle but, instead, I reached between us and guided the sheath into place, watching her face. Marie's eyes opened and widened as the tip made its way into her. I griined widely and gently pushed. For a moment, I think she thought it was me and then realised. A protest was about to emerge and I placed a finger on her mouth. Pushing further in, I felt her relax and her stomach muscles contract a little as recognition of some of the sensations from three years ago resurfaced.
Her eyes glazed, I pulled back and thrust. Her back arched. A murmur escaped, involuntarily. I withdrew and pushed. Oh, so rapidly, it was almost like before. we thrust against each other, the speed increased, our noises rose in volume. Her hands gripped my buttocks and, to my relief, no rejection of the straps there was made. Her sounds soon overtook mine, pulled me in closer.
We simply fucked... and joyously fucked.
All too soon or so it seemed, she shuddered from top to toe and just as I thought we'd finished, I started to feel from deep within me, the long forgotten convulsions, Completely immersed in the moment, I truly didn't think of Marie, plunging time and again until they subsided.
Then I realised my cheek was wet. I'd relaxed alongside her face and she was crying. For a moment, I thought I'd upset her until I heard a quiet voice, "You can use that again, mister."
It took many minutes for our hearts and breathing to return to normal amid the chuckles and murmed sweet nothings.
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