By Misssbesss

I come home from work and flop onto the couch. It is Friday and I am showing the effects of a long and difficult week. I can barely move and have nodded off. I don't even hear you come in.

You see me on the couch and walk over and place your hand on my shoulder, calling to me gently. "Are you okay, Bess?" I moan an "mmm-hmmm...just tired." You let me rest and go into the kitchen. I hear you putter around a bit and then return to the living room. "You might be ill, Bess. There is a really bad virus going around."

I am too tired to argue...I just want to sleep, really. I am lying on my side, facing the back of the couch. I barely feel you slide your hand under my dress.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just going to take your temperature. You can relax." Yeah, I know you. You like taking it the old fashioned way. Well, okay, you can have some pleasure. I just want to rest. I moan a bit more and relax. I fell you pull my panties down to just below my bottom. With one hand, you spread my cheeks and with the other, I feel your finger massage my anus with a glob of Vaseline. I always did love that smell!

I feel you insert the glass rod, cool to my warm rectum. You twist it a bit, and pull it out gently and then back in. You let my cheeks back together, surrounding the thermometer. "Okay, honey. Now don't move and I'll be back to check it in a few minutes." I hear you leave the room. In the meantime, though, I am feeling a bit of stimulation. Something about having something in my behind gets my stomach to do somersaults. I am longing for the feeling that I got when you placed that cool little rod into my hot little bottom. I reach behind me and pull the thermometer out, wait for it to cool off a bit, and then reinsert it. Mmmmmm! That was nice! I do it again, and again, and again...a sweet delicate fucking of my butt. I am perking up now, alrighty!!

I have been having a sweet little party, but then hear your footsteps. I quickly thrust my little toy back in my behind, and try to slow my breathing down (I had worked up a bit of a pant!). You come up behind me and take out the thermometer. "Hmm! You don't even have a normal temperature yet. Maybe this one doesn't work. I'll be right back." You toddle off up the stairs. You return with a larger, European version of thermometer that is about three times as wide as the regular infant rectal thermometer you had used before. I feel you rub a bit more Vaseline into my anal area. Oh, how I wish you'd fuck me with that finger. My little rosebud twitches around your penetrating finger, but you mistake it for resistance. "I'm sorry, honey. This will be over soon. This one should work better."

Oooh, that was delicious! You push the larger rod into me, gently, taking your time to get the position just right. You pull it out. "Let me adjust your legs, honey." You bend my knees so that my behind is sticking way out in the cooler air of the room. My clit starts to do a little dance all on its own, twitching away. I feel you use one hand to lift my upper cheek and push the rod back in. Oh, my, that feels so nice! You sit there with me for just a minute, and then I hear the teakettle whistle. You tell me that you'll be right back, and you walk into the kitchen. Aha! Another chance to play! I quickly start a little fucking motion with this larger rod. Oh, god, this is so sweet! I am feeling much better now, you can bet!

I hear your footsteps, and I think I didn't get the thermometer back in before you saw me. "Bess! I told you to leave that in!" You walk over to the couch and remove the thermometer. "See, now we don't have a reading yet. I guess I just can't leave you!" You sit down on the couch at my feet, and lift my legs up. You pull me onto your lap, face down. You pull the dress higher, so that you have a clear view, and pull the panties down to me knees. I wonder if you know how sexy that feels! I can tell that you think it looks sexy anyway, with your hard on beginning to press against me, though still constrained in your pants.

I feel you part my cheeks and hear your breath as you make a visual examination of my asshole. We haven't had a good anal session in a few weeks. Maybe you'll want to take the time tonight...I know my body is getting excited for it. You press a Vaseline globbed finger into my bottom, and this time (Oh, thank you!!!), you spend a good deal of time working it into my twitching bottom. I can tell you are enjoying this, since your breath is getting heavier and faster. You make one really deep push into my bottom and hold your finger there. I can't contain the deep sigh that comes out, but you make no comment. You just pull your finger out, very, very slowly...push it in and pull it out.

I can tell that you remember you had another purpose. You place the thermometer at the entrance of my rectum, and press it in, slowly, somewhat firmly. I groan. I feel your penis twitch. You twist it around, pull it out and reinsert it a few times until you are satisfied. You have one hand on the small of my back and the other surrounding the thermometer with fingers on both sides. I feel your little finger dip down towards my aching clit, just barely touching the entrance to my vagina. Oh, I might explode from this! You tease me some more with the thermometer, pulling it not quite all the way out, and pushing it back in. I try to contain my moans and twitching, but it is pretty hard! "Hold still, honey. We don't want to break this!"

Finally, you withdraw the delicious rod, keeping your other hand still on the small of my back. "Well, your temperature seems to be normal. Funny, though, since you seem pretty hot to me!" I turn and look at my funny man, who has a pretty big grin on his face.

You guide me to a standing position, and lead me over to the dining room table. After you place a folded table cloth on the table, you reach down and remove my panties. You pull my dress over my head, and remove my bra. I reach down and undo your belt, pull down your zipper, and pull your hot member out through the fly in your briefs. You slide your slacks off, folding them over the chair (you are so neat!), and guide me face down over the table, still standing on the floor. You use one hand to spread my legs apart and stroke my clit. After you tease me until I cannot bear it any longer, you press your penis into me...slowly and deeply. My scream is the start to your steady pumping, filling me deep and fast, again and again. Our moans that come as one are the prelude to our evening of hot passion that has yet to be matched! But, the rest of the night will be another story!