I looked down at the faded, mud caked pair of blue jeans in my hand and felt my irritation level rise another notch.

There wasn't just mud around the cuffs of the jeans, it was caked all over. To me it seemed as if my wife literally sat down in the mud and rolled through it. It was everywhere, on the seat of her jeans as well as up and down the pant legs. So far every pair of jeans I'd picked up today looked like this.

All six pairs of them!

A quick scan of the pile of jeans on the floor next to the washer, told me that my bout with the mud monster had just begun. The rest of her jeans looked just as bad, if not worse than the first six pairs.

"That's it!" I said out loud, throwing the jeans, one by one, into the washer. "If she's going to play in the dirt with the boys, she can do her own laundry." I muttered.

"She has Master's Degrees in Architecture and Engineering, owns her own construction company, and she still comes home looking like she's been digging ditches with the boys." I growled.

I knew I shouldn't be this upset about it. After all, I was home all day writing and editing articles for the magazine I worked for, but damnit, it wasn't as if I did no work at all and the chore of dealing with my wife's mud encrusted jeans was turning into a full time job in itself.

Besides, this was beyond normal. I was sure she'd never come home this dirty before. Ever since she started on this new project, the laundry become out of hand.

I jumped when I heard the back door slam shut and it caused a rather large rock that had been in the pocket of the pair of jeans I was holding, to fall out and hit my bare foot.

I yelped and threw the jeans to the floor, cursing loudly.

"Damnit, Rip...!" I yelled.

"Yes, Cassidy?" Came a soft voice behind me.

My curses and yelling abruptly stopped when my head snapped around and took in the tall form of my wife standing in the doorway of the laundry room, leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded, ankles crossed.

Despite my irritation, I couldn't stop my eyes from traveling up her body.

Tan, steel toe boots led up to long lean legs clad in a pair of jeans that matched the color of her sky blue eyes, fortunately for her, they were just dusty today and not mud encrusted.

Slim hips led up to a trim waist, which led to her muscular upper torso covered in a tight fitting white v-neck t-shirt. She usually wore crew necks, but it was laundry day and she'd worn her last clean one yesterday.

'Damn, she's sexy.' I thought to myself as I began to drift into a fantasy about her taking me wearing nothing but her hard hat.

When I felt her strong hand on my shoulder shaking me gently as she called my name, I was pulled out of my reverie, recalling the reason for my expletive loaded tirade through the laundry room.

I looked up into the blue eyes that I'd fallen in love with in college and a frown creased my brow. I felt my face flush as I turned to face her, but it wasn't from my little fantasy. I began to verbally express my exasperation to my wife about the state of her work clothes. As I spoke I punctuated my words with jabs to her chest.

"Ripley (poke) Melissa (poke) Haughton (poke) !!" I began, noting the look of surprise on her face with satisfaction.

"I don't know WHAT (poke) you are doing on that construction site of (poke) yours (poke) but if you come home in mud caked jeans (poke) with rocks in your pockets....."

I was on my tiptoes in her face now, as far into her face as I could get anyway. After all, she was a good seven inches taller than my 5ft. 5in. frame.

"... one (poke) more (poke)...." I continued.

I faltered when her hand began to reach for me. I followed its path with my eyes and gasped softly when it closed gently around my right breast.

I looked up to find her staring at me with that cute little smirk that lets me know she isn't listening to me, and my eyes closed when I felt her thumb graze my hardening nipple. I couldn't suppress the moan that broke free when her other hand came up to administer the same gentle ministrations to my left breast.

We stood there for several moments, her thumbs rubbing my nipples, my body responding, traitorously, to her caresses.

She leaned down and began to kiss the skin beneath my earlobe, never stopping the circling motions of her thumbs.

"I'm listening .....what about my jeans?" she said softly, as she backed me up against the dryer.

"Um .... the ... jea .... huh?" I responded, unable to wrap my mind around anything at that moment but the sensations evoked by her stroking thumbs and the wetness that accompanied the growing ache between my thighs.

"That's it love, forget about those dirty old jeans." she whispered huskily in my ear, as she began to unbutton the oxford shirt of hers that I happened to be wearing. Her smirk turned into a smile when she saw I wore nothing underneath.

"Damn jeans." I whispered, wrapping my arms around her neck as she tucked her hands under my arms and lifted me onto the flat surface of the dryer. Thank God it was one of those cool touch dryers or my bare bottom would have been a bit too overheated.

I buried my fingers in her dark hair and pulled her to me, capturing her lips with my own, no longer able to deny my hunger for her. She responded instantly to the feel of my lips on her own. Sliding her hands around my waist and pulling me close to her as she re familiarized herself with the inner recesses of my mouth.

I pulled her t-shirt up over her head and then went to work on extracting her from her black sports bra. Once it was off and lying in the pile of dirty clothes I ran my hands up and down her chest, marveling at how she could be so muscular and yet so soft at the same time.

My mouth closed over one of her hardened nipples, my tongue flicking the small gold hoop that pierced it as my fingers gently stroked its twin. Playing with her nipples always drove her crazy because of her piercings and if allowed to I would play with them all night.

Her hands roamed over my body, stopping again to cup my breasts and tease my nipples as I ran my short nails down her hard defined abs. I heard her breath catch as she watched my fingertips trace the line of dark hair that began just below her navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of her black boxer briefs, ending at the dark patch of soft, closely cropped hair covering her mound.

It was then that I noticed the bulge in her pants. A bulge that was too large to belong to her alone.

I looked back up at her and marveled at just how beautiful she was with her dark hair shrouding her face as she continued to look down at what my fingers were doing.

My dark angel. The perfect combination of power and gentleness. Strong enough to knock a man out with one punch yet gentle enough to be able to stop the tears of a crying child who'd scraped his knee after falling from a bicycle. I'd been witness to both and both times it moved me.

She looked into my eyes and the storm I saw brewing in the crystalline gaze made my stomach flutter. I reached out and traced her lips with my finger, smiling when she gave the digit a soft kiss. I captured her lips again as my hand cupped the bulge in her pants, rubbing back and forth.

I smiled against her lips when she moaned softly and planted soft pecks on her lips, moving along her jaw and down to her neck. My tongue snaked out to taste her salty skin and she reached around to cup the cheeks of my ass. I stroked her nipples and squeezed her package as she pulled me to the edge of the dryer. I could tell by her quickened breathing and the rapid beat at the pulse point in her neck that she would be able to stand little more of my teasing.

I looked up at her again and completely removed the shirt that already hung loosely off my shoulders. Still holding her gaze, I reached down and slowly unzipped her jeans. I slipped my hand inside and encountered one of our favorite toys. We kissed as she took my hand in hers and pressed it against her mound. I knew that the base was grazing her erect clit, further arousing her.

A mutual friend of ours that we'd met in college owned a business making realistic functioning prosthetics and Rip's dick was custom made to fit her. It even matched her skin tone and the feel of it inside me was nothing short of perfection. When she wielded it, it was truly an extension of herself since it was designed to allow her to feel every movement she and I made. There were two more like it upstairs in our bedroom, one fitted specifically for me and another fitted for us to use simultaneously that vibrated.

Her hips bucked against my hand as I continued to press against her mound and her head fell forward to rest on my shoulder.

"Cass, please." she said softly, her voice edged with barely restrained need.

I stopped my teasing and pulled it out of her boxers and then through the opening of her unzipped jeans. A bolt of arousal shot through me as I took in the scene. Me, naked on top of the dryer and my wife, clad only in a pair of blue jeans and work boots, preparing to take me. I groaned, thinking of the sight we must have made.

She placed her hands on top of the dryer and waited. I knew what she wanted. It always turned her on for me to guide her in.

Nuzzling the sensitive skin on her neck, I began to slowly guide her to my already soaked center. With one hand wrapped around her phallus, I placed the other against the small of her back and pulled her closer. My legs encircled her slim hips and I locked my ankles behind her, my heels resting just above her tailbone.

She entered me slowly with a gentleness that belied her strength, and I knew she was using every bit of control she had to keep from quickly mounting me and begin humping like a rabid rabbit.

She groaned and I knew she could feel everything as it slowly slid into me.

The design of this strap was just that good. It was no wonder our friend was rich. Her patented design made many lesbian homes, happy homes.

Finally, she was completely buried within me and for a moment she rested, trying to slow her breathing as my body adjusted to the invasion of this most welcome intruder.

I wrapped my arms around her broad shoulders and felt her tense as the movement caused the phallus to shift within me and move against her.

"Oh God, Cass." she said, in a strained voice. The slight jerk of her hips did not go unnoticed by me. Her control was slipping, but I knew she wouldn't begin until I signaled I was ready for her to proceed.

It was a complete balance of power between us.

Holding onto her shoulders, I began to move against her. She felt my movement and began to withdraw from my body. Her hips surged forward and she buried herself once more within the slick folds of my flesh, making a soft sucking sound.

Our dance of love had begun.

She gripped the sides of the dryer as she buried her face in the juncture of my neck and shoulder and I stroked her hair, letting her work through the need that demanded her body seek relief from mine.

Soft whimpers reached my ears as she moved in and out of me, gradually picking up speed as her arousal grew from smoldering desire to raging need.

Her face was a mask of unchecked passion; eyes closed, head tipped forward, she was in deep concentration, fighting to keep our coupling from ending too soon as she tried to focus on my pleasure.

Her movements confirmed my suspicions. She began to thrust using long slow strokes, intending to stoke the fire of my arousal to its peak, while insuring she would not experience her own release too quickly.

She succeeded in her task as my arousal grew rapidly. We could both feel the increased wetness I was producing, that facilitated the movement of her hardness within me. I slid my hands down her body to cup the firm mounds of flesh covered by her jeans and began to pull her roughly against me, unable to hold in the soft grunts that escaped every time she thrust forward.

"Rip.... soon baby." I managed to get out as I pressed my face against her neck.

I could feel the fine sheen of perspiration covering her neck and arms as she moved against me.

"Ok ... me too." she panted in my ear, as her hips sped up. She grabbed my butt again, pulling me into her crotch as her hips undulated against me.

I felt the tingling begin in my toes and work its way through my overheated body, finally settling between my legs. I thrust hard against her and it was all she could do to keep me from falling off the edge of the dryer.

The tip of her organ began to rub against a particularly sensitive spot inside of me and I went from being nearly on the brink of orgasm to being propelled over the edge with such force all rational thought was blown from my mind and it was all I could do to hold on tightly to my lover's shoulders.

I screamed Rip's name at the top of my lungs, holding her to me so tightly that she couldn't move her hips.

Of course my ever-patient lover waited until the waves of ecstatic pleasure washed over me. When I regained my senses I was slumped against her chest as her hands ran up and down my back. My vaginal muscles clenched, clamping down on the fullness inside me.

Her need was plainly evident when I looked into her eyes and I knew then that she had yet to find her own release. I wrapped my arms around her neck and spoke softly to my wife.

"Ripley, come for me, baby." I said softly, rubbing her back. I smiled when I felt her hips begin to move again.

I knew she could feel how tight I was, making it necessary for her to put forth a little more effort to sink into the depths of my heated flesh. The tightness, however, caused more friction against her clit.

Her hips pistoned rapidly back and forth, as soft cries escaped her. She was trying to stay in control of herself but I knew it was a battle that she would lose. I slid my hands up her back, holding her as she thrust into me.

She must have already been on the verge of release when I went over because it took less time for her to reach her pinnacle than usual. Her hips slammed into me and she had a death grip on my ass. I knew by morning, I would have a bruised bottom and she would have bruised knees from hitting the dryer every time she thrust forward.

Her lithe frame shuddered and a soft growl escaped through her clenched teeth and with a final forward thrust she tensed and held me to her as her hips jerked erratically. A soft cry escaped her as she hunched over me, instinct driving her to bury herself within the depths of my womb.

Her orgasm, as usual, left her breathless and shaky and I ran my hands up and down her back whispering softly to calm her as she rode out her internal storm.

Gradually, she released me and slowly withdrew from my body. We kissed gently, affectionately reaffirming the love we shared.

I still couldn't believe that a random pairing, resulting from her need for a tutor in college brought us together.

I looked into her cerulean orbs and smiled drowsily. She answered my smile with a deep chuckle.

"Now, what were you saying about my jeans?" she asked, tracing my bottom lip with a long finger.

"Jeans?" I asked. "Oh, well I was just saying that they make laundry day a bit more .... difficult since you started this new project." I finished with a blush. I was feeling a bit guilty about complaining about her jeans after the thorough loving she'd just administered.

"Well, if I make it a point to come home early when you wash and .. um.. help you like I did today, would that make doing the laundry a bit easier?" she asked as she placed kisses along my collarbone.

"Honey, if you help me like you did today, I'll wash your jeans by hand." I said, quite seriously.

She laughed heartily and picked me up off the dryer, carrying me up to our bedroom where we stripped and spent the remainder of laundry day in bed.




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