She stared at the bed and images of herself spread out, her bottom in the air to be taken anally flashed through her mind.She tired to get all her tho...ughts and emotions sorted out but it was like a task her father had given her once; trying to put too many marbles into a net bag. Just when she thought she had them all in the weight of the load would force the netting apart and a few would slip out. Now as she tried to gather her thoughts random images or ideas would squirt out and she'd chase. “D-don’t,” something in the bathroom said. It had the voice of my wife.I opened the door. A humid and thick scent of strawberries wafted out. On the toilet was my wife. Her top half was covered by the green T-shirt she’d fallen asleep in. Her bottom half was covered by nothing at all. Her legs were spread. The T-shirt covered her vagina, but I could tell she was masturbating with the blunt edge of our electric toothbrush.“Please. Help me—guh-guh-god—”I rushed to her, grabbed her wrists. The. Noticing my embarrassment, she assured me thatshe was just kidding and then complimented me my on mytan to change the subject. I knew I had a savage tanand beamed proudly. She leaned forward, resting herelbows on her knees. “Take your shirt off. Let me see your tan allover,” she said in a hushed, wicked tone. I shook my head shyly and continued to stare ather clogs. “Come on. What’s the big deal?” she asked asshe stood up. I’ve seen you in your speedos at. They were not disappointed. ‘I got the distinct impression that you really got a kick out of the… more supernatural moments during our fun last night,’ Jeff commented as their kiss ended. ‘And I thought I did such a good job of acting nonchalant,’ Clara quipped. ‘It felt really, really bizarre, but SO DAMN GOOD, as well,’ she said, growling the last part, as the memory of spontaneous orgasms began to replay in her mind. ‘I never thought I’d say this, but being a genie is not without it’s.