2 become 1
"Honey I'm home!"
Folken patted his hair down and adjusted his arm. He set his briefcase down on
the table in the middle of the castle. He headed to the kitchens, where he
knew his wife would be, supervising the dinner of 10,000 Zaibatsu troops. His
wife was absorbed in sampling the soup, so she didnt hear him sneak up behind
her and grab her breasts from behind. The ladle clattered to the floor.
He kissed her nape assidously, while his hands gyrated and squeezed.
"Oh, it's you," his wife said with pleasant surprise.
"Oh, it's you!" Folken said with grateful relief.
The staff discreeetly put the stoves on "low" and left the couple alone. They
waited patiently outside the closed kitchen doors. Some played cards, but most
placed bets. Ten minutes, was the 5 to 1 favorite.
Steam rose around them, bathing them in sweat. Folken had easily discarded his
armor and skirt with a simple flick of the snaps. His wife presented more of a
challenge. But he would have nothing to do with the intricate laces and straps
and buttons at the back of her gown.
And he dare not tear them again. Dressmakers were few and far between in the
floating fortress. And he had no desire to see her in one of the Zaibatsu
uniforms. So he reached down and raised her skirts up her slim legs.
"Folken!" his wife gasped, trying to turn around, her grip on the counter
already weakening. "Please, you're going too fast."
"Honey, we've got to hurry before _you know who_ comes."
"I know," she said, always the complaisant little woman,"But, I- I'm just not
ready. Kiss me some more."
Folken turned her round. She raised her head up to him. Folken bent his head
but missed her lips completely. He sank to his knees and buried himself inside
her skirts. That did it. Her insides melted like butter. "Folken, oh Folken.
Take me now!"
Folken stood up again and she grabbed his shoulders. He plunged into her
enthusiastically. She wrapped her legs around his and both rode each other.
Folken delayed his own release so that his wife could experience pleasure. He
had a hard time controlling himself and could only be glad when she started to
moan and shudder. Something else was happening but he was too far gone to
comprehend it.
When he awoke his hand automatically searches for his wife's breasts under him.
He found the nipples but they were flat. He felt a very sinking feeling.
A sharp voice confirmed it.
"You promised me this wouldnt happen again, Folken."
Sigh. "She's my wife, what else could I do?"
"It amazes me that you could be attracted to that mouse of a woman. Of course,
she looks like me that would explain it-"
"Shut up!" He would punch him but what good would that do?
"So what do we do now? You're stuck in me until I turn back to Serena."
"Let me grab my clothes. On the count of three we start walking backwards to
that wall over there. It's a secret exit."
They inch their way to the wall.
Suddenly Folken stiffens. "Geez, I've got enough problems as it is. Keep that
thing to yourself."
"Honey I'm home!"
Folken patted his hair down and adjusted his arm. He set his briefcase down on
the table in the middle of the castle. He headed to the kitchens, where he
knew his wife would be, supervising the dinner of 10,000 Zaibatsu troops. His
wife was absorbed in sampling the soup, so she didnt hear him sneak up behind
her and grab her breasts from behind. The ladle clattered to the floor.
He kissed her nape assidously, while his hands gyrated and squeezed.
"Oh, it's you," his wife said with pleasant surprise.
"Oh, it's you!" Folken said with grateful relief.
The staff discreeetly put the stoves on "low" and left the couple alone. They
waited patiently outside the closed kitchen doors. Some played cards, but most
placed bets. Ten minutes, was the 5 to 1 favorite.
Steam rose around them, bathing them in sweat. Folken had easily discarded his
armor and skirt with a simple flick of the snaps. His wife presented more of a
challenge. But he would have nothing to do with the intricate laces and straps
and buttons at the back of her gown.
And he dare not tear them again. Dressmakers were few and far between in the
floating fortress. And he had no desire to see her in one of the Zaibatsu
uniforms. So he reached down and raised her skirts up her slim legs.
"Folken!" his wife gasped, trying to turn around, her grip on the counter
already weakening. "Please, you're going too fast."
"Honey, we've got to hurry before _you know who_ comes."
"I know," she said, always the complaisant little woman,"But, I- I'm just not
ready. Kiss me some more."
Folken turned her round. She raised her head up to him. Folken bent his head
but missed her lips completely. He sank to his knees and buried himself inside
her skirts. That did it. Her insides melted like butter. "Folken, oh Folken.
Take me now!"
Folken stood up again and she grabbed his shoulders. He plunged into her
enthusiastically. She wrapped her legs around his and both rode each other.
Folken delayed his own release so that his wife could experience pleasure. He
had a hard time controlling himself and could only be glad when she started to
moan and shudder. Something else was happening but he was too far gone to
comprehend it.
When he awoke his hand automatically searches for his wife's breasts under him.
He found the nipples but they were flat. He felt a very sinking feeling.
A sharp voice confirmed it.
"You promised me this wouldnt happen again, Folken."
Sigh. "She's my wife, what else could I do?"
"It amazes me that you could be attracted to that mouse of a woman. Of course,
she looks like me that would explain it-"
"Shut up!" He would punch him but what good would that do?
"So what do we do now? You're stuck in me until I turn back to Serena."
"Let me grab my clothes. On the count of three we start walking backwards to
that wall over there. It's a secret exit."
They inch their way to the wall.
Suddenly Folken stiffens. "Geez, I've got enough problems as it is. Keep that
thing to yourself."