Penelope's dirty, dirty secret
Odysseus, for the first time in 20 years, was truly happy. He sighed a deep sigh of contentment, and snuggled up to his wife Penelope in their wooden-framed bed. Lovingly he looked at her smooth form outlined perfectly in the moonlight and thought about the day's events: getting the palace back in order; teaching Telemachus the art of combat, listening to a bard sing tales of Troy after supper. A perfect day.
He slowly stretched out his right arm over the slumbering form of his wife, nestling his fingers around her breasts. Breathing deeply, Odysseus ventured closer towards her, savouring her warmth and the scent of her skin.
Penelope stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes. Smiling at her husband, she reached out for him, lustfully drawing him close to her in the kind of embrace he'd longed for all those lonely years far from home. Presently they were kissing and caressing each other's linen-clad bodies, remembering how they used to do it before the horror that was the Trojan War. Older now, and wiser, yet the passion was still there as amply demonstrated by Odysseus' firm erection pushing into Penelope's thigh. It hadn't been like this with Calypso, for making love to her had been a chore.
"Odysseus, my love" moaned Penelope as her husband pinched and caressed her nipples, making them hard and rigid. He skilfully removed her nightdress, and the sight of her pert, white body in the moonlight excited him even more. Like a beast he hastily lifted her legs over his shoulders and inserted his phallus gradually and masterly, accompanied by the Penelope's groans of pleasure.
In out, in out, he picked up speed and pumped just as he'd dreamed of doing so for all the time he was away, enjoying Penelope's vaginal contractions that made his head spin. He was filled with delight as she groaned "Oh yes…yes…harder" and redoubled his efforts, grunting like a centaur with drops of perspiration running down his cheeks. Penelope's breasts were jigging up and down with the motion, her eyes were tightly shut and she appeared to be close to climax.
All of the stress and strain of Odysseus' long homecoming melted away in his mind as he furiously made love to her, fondling her breasts as he did so.
Penelope was persistent in letting her pleasure be heard; "yes…yes…it's coming…don't stop…yesss"
By now Odysseus was almost ready to spurt his love juice inside her. Penelope resumed her crying.
"yes yes yes ohh yes, yes Melanthius, don't stop, it's wonderful!"
Odysseus couldn't believe his ears. His pumping came to an abrupt stop.
"What did you say?"
Penelope visibly reddened and looked awkward. "I meant to say Odysseus" she replied, "I made a mistake."
Odysseus withdrew his member from her and his eyes filled with darkness. "All the time I was away you were knocking off Melanthius, the dirty slave!" he bellowed, "how could you? How COULD you?"