He’d not had a lot of experience at washing clothes, but he decided he could manage to scrub the worst spots and even just getting the salt out of t...em would help.In his emergency pack, he had placed two pairs of sturdy pants, three pairs of undershorts and three light-weight tunics with the longer but loose sleeves that the common folk wore. He had been wearing his better pants and his more decorative tunic when he ran. He had been wearing them when the Captain had informed him, they would be. "Are you ready for the bedroom or do you want to try and do it right here on the couch," she asked."I'm not letting you go anywhere this time. I need you and want you so much." I know this is a downer, Danny, but will you be able to do it after such a long time?" she asked."Honey, the problem will be getting it to go down after such a long time," I replied."Good, let me worry about that," as she reached over and undid my belt buckle and unzipped my trousers. "My God, Danny, I had no idea you. Did that excite you, babe?”“God, yes it did!”My wife giggled. “Good,” She drew up her skirt, parted her legs, and grinned up at me and said: “Now, baby? Fuck me.”Her last two words unleashed subspace inside me like floodgates on a dam as I recalled her words: The next time you get to fuck me, it means some other guy has hammered your naughty wife's steamy cunt first.I stifled a moan and hastily started to obey her. My now sub-four inch cock slid easily inside of her, and I moaned softly as. As I stretched above her, I got the funniest feeling inside me; the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my arms were covered in goose bumps. She noticed this and turned around and looked up at me, saying, "l really do have an effect on you, don't I?" At the same time, she brushed her lovely, small, soft fingers over my arm. By now I was really blushing. I was holding the tablecloths above her head when she said, "What’s this? Are you really pleased to see me?” Her hands had dropped.