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    Sick as a Dog (part one of three) – (Chapter: Part One)

    Spencer brushed the hair off my forehead and placed a gentle kiss on my brow.

    ‘Baby, you’re still warm. Do you want me to call my mom?’ Ugh! Paula was a bit too much when I was well let alone feeling like shite warmed up.

    ‘No, I’ll be OK if I get some rest,’ I managed to croak, my throat felt like I’d been gargling with broken glass.

    ‘Can I get you anything before I go to work sweetie?’ I shook my head, I just wanted to go back to sleep. ‘OK Ash, please call me if you need anything.’ My wife stroked my hair gently as she looked down at me with concerned pools of blue. I nodded again and she kissed me softly on the lips. 

    God, I must be sick. Usually, this was when I’d flick my tongue against her lips in an effort to entice her to deepen this kiss, this was normally quite successful. The next step would be to pull her onto the bed so we could make out ‘just for a few minutes before work’ of course. I’d slip my knee between hers and slowly slide it up, taking her skirt with it. Then I’d move my hands from where they would be tangled in her hair as she lay above me, I’d move them down to the backs of her thighs and trail my fingertips up her legs, she would moan as it was a big turn on for her. 

    Next? Next my hands would continue up her legs and after teasingly stroking her sensitive inner thigh, I would gently cup her over her panties, usually silk for work, and they would be a little damp by now. No sudden movements as I wouldn’t want to break the spell I had put her under and remind her that she was late for work. Not that it mattered, she was the boss lady, which in itself was a turn on. Where was I? Oh yes, I was cupping her. The heel of my hand would push down on her clit whilst my fingers would be rubbing against her hidden folds. She would moan and press down against my hand and I would reposition my fingers so I could start to work her clit. When I first touched it her mouth would leave mine and drop to my neck where she would start to nip and suck in time to my strokes. That got me so fucking hot. There would be moans, from both of us but hers would get louder and wilder as she came closer to climax. I loved the sound so much that sometimes I would ease off and tease her with slow circles around her hard nub, I knew it felt good but she would get greedy and growl into my neck.

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    1. Oh first comment. Hi ohh! That was amazingly hot and all I can say is Ashley must be pretty damn sick to pass that up and I really can’t wait to read more!

    2. haven’t had a chance to tell you that I absolutely loved this!! sooo freaking hot and I am sooo excited that there will be more parts to it! fucking genius as always babe xxx

    3. omg another wonderful written story, awww poor ash to sick to have sex with her wife, hope she feels better soon…or maybe she’ll have some really good sex dreams that make her hot under the collar and she will sweat the fever away haha lol.

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