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Re: The Lonely Housewife - Phase 2 Re-opening Adventures

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Maggi was lying on the bed, spread eagle. Her eyes were shut tightly as she made the blue dildo disappear between her legs. She gasped as she increased her tempo. I was mesmerized by the way she was fucking herself into a frenzy with her hands moving furiously. I felt a bugle in my pants.

"En… En... En..." she moaned as she shook her head from side to side, deep in concentration.

Then I noticed she started to jerk and inhale more deeply. "She must be having her orgasm," I thought to myself as she started to shiver. What happened next took my by surprise.
"Fuck this!" she said as she pulled out her blue dildo and cast it aside. "Argh!" she cried out, slapping the bed in frustration.

The moments after a woman’s climax were usually among the best as she would experience an adrenaline rush that’s luxuriating. Yet, this was not the case for Maggi. She started to sob quietly.

Did she forget that I was still around or maybe she thought that I had gone home? I stood there pondering my next move – would she 'cry rape' if I suddenly came out of my hiding place?

She exhaled hard, then sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"Ahh!" she shrieked, finally catching sight of me behind the door, her face turning beet red.

"It’s not what you think," I tried to explain, "I heard you swearing so I came in to take a look."

"You mean you were there the whole time?" she asked.

"No, I just came." Of course, I lied. "I thought something had happened to you so I came in to take a look."

She suddenly realized she had exposed herself and took a blanket to cover herself. But the blue dildo was still plainly in sight.

"Look, if it means anything to you, I just wanted you to know that my wife stopped letting me touch her after she gave birth to our son. I thought that it was temporary. Then, the 'dry spell' continued and there was always some reason why we couldn't be intimate - be it our son was sleeping or she wasn't in the mood or she had to wake up early the next day." I said, "I know how frustrating it is." Without me realizing, my eyes became watery.

"So, did you seek help?" she asked.

"By help you mean prostitutes?" I asked.

She nodded.

"No! Of course not! What if she changed her mind and wanted another baby? I can't run the risk of...... Sorry I got carried away; whatever it is, it's a moot point because my wife ain't here anymore." I said as I exhaled hard.

"Then how you release? You mean you never release? Can meh? Won't your tadpoles all turn to frogs?" She mused.

"During my time, there's this thing called 'Use Your Hands' campaign," I said making a up-down stroking movement and she giggled. "Much like what you were doing there."

"You liar! You said you didn't see anything!"

I merely pointed to her discarded blue toy.

Maggi blushed.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," I said. "We all have needs."

If she had wanted to 'cry rape' she would have done so by now. Since she didn't I got bolder and walked towards her. My boldness took her by surprised and she looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Please let me help," I said as I dropped down to my knees.
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