Flea Market in Kissimmee

Sir, would you like to buy a set of exercise balls?  They are high quality, and traditional Chinese culture.  Very relaxing, give you good energy, bring you joy.

I was standing at the flea market counter, rolling the pair of balls slowly around in my right hand, listening to their little chiming sound, feeling a pleasant vibrating whenever they clacked gently together and produced their musical ringing.  They were deep blue, shiny and smooth, warm to the touch, with a beautiful Chinese design lacquered onto them, about the size of a golf ball but much lighter, apparently hollow with some sort of heavier ball on the inside rolling around and twanging an internal chime.  They came with a gorgeous silk container, and sitting next to each other were not unlike a pair of men’s…

In fact, they looked just like something I’d seen and read about in a sex manual many years ago.  Each looked to be about the size of an erect glans.  Hmmm… I held the balls together a little differently, and worked my fingers in the exact same rhythm I’ve seen my dear wife use on herself so many times over the years.  Almost immediately I was rewarded with a prominent tingly vibration traveling from the flesh of my hand up my wrist.

I looked directly at the salesclerk and asked innocently:  Is your hand the only place to use these balls?  She immediately dropped her eyes, and turned an impossibly deep shade of red for her bronze Asian skin.  Well, that answered my question plainly enough.  Yes Ma’am, wrap them up please, and the blushing woman added the beautiful silk box to our other purchases.  I think I detected a smile at the corners of her closed lips as I paid, but I also suspect her cheeks stayed that bright crimson color for hours.  Then I went on down the aisle to join my wife.

We were finally out on a real live kids-free date.  Had to go all the way to Florida to do it, but by golly we were alone out of the vacation house with nothing to do but enjoy each others’ company.

Angela and I continued strolling hand in hand through the huge flea market, people-watching and conversing playfully, occasionally stopping to kiss and fondle each other, even stopping at one point to share a cigarette (which for us is often part of foreplay–just the sheer naughtiness of it seems to heighten the mood).  Our conversation deepened in depth and breadth over a delicious dinner, and we discussed many things in those two hours that we hadn’t in ages made opportunity for, and then drove back to the gated condo feeling refreshed, renewed, and totally in love.

Finally a couple hours later all the kids were tucked in bed, and we could properly finish our date.  In the bedroom. I listened to a charming chiming sound as Angela stood nude at the sink, vigorously scrubbing our new set of balls.  So Chris, what are these little balls supposed to do?  Do you think they’re safe?  Will the lacquer wear off inside me?  Can they break?  Will they fit, they look way too big!

I chuckled aloud at her nervous antics and pulled back the covers so she could join my own naked body.  Angela crawled in and stroked my throbbing erection.  Then she bent to give it a little kiss on the nose, so to speak.  I’m sorry, Big Guy, you’ll just have to wait your turn.  After all, it was Chris’s idea in the first place to try these things.  I just hope I do it right.

With that she turned her warm soft rosy body toward me and melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my hard nipples, her fingers clutching my ass to push my rigid cock firmly against her engorged clit, her hungry lips locking onto mine as we shared a deep intimate tongue-tangling kiss.  Meanwhile I caressed her hair, ears, neck, moving my experienced sensitive fingertips down to her flanks, and finally to the entrancing space between her cheeks, where I am usually not permitted to linger. I felt her moan echoing right from her throat into my tongue and lips, and I answered by thrusting my shaft along the groove of her vulva, feeling the neatly trimmed pubic hairs tickle the underside of my manhood from their little nest on her vulva.

After a few minutes of this, during which I could barely contain myself from exploding all over her belly, and without moving her lips away from mine, Angela turned slightly and shifted onto her back, letting go of my rock-hard phallus.  I now had free access to her bosoms with those bright pink nipples and their wonderful sweaty feminine taste.  The soft musky scent of her secretions now filled my nostrils, mingling with the mesmerizing aroma from her armpits, sending my spirit soaring.

Presently I heard a little muffled chiming sound coming from down below, and shortly thereafter another deeper tone was added to that as the second Chinese ball found its way into my beloved’s vagina.  There was a loud ring right away as it popped out, and Angela broke our kiss to start giggling.  Whoops!  I gently reinserted the ball past her inner lips, and she squeezed hard with her vaginal muscles to keep them in place.  Now what Chris, what am I supposed to do next?

Well, how does it feel, Angela, does this turn you on?  She pivoted her hips tentatively as I kept a finger on the ball just inside her delicately swollen labia, moving her own forefinger up to her waiting clitoris and enjoying the ministrations of my other hand on her tits.  The tinkling of the chimes from her womanhood rang merrily in our ears, and little vibrations were working their way up my finger.

Um, yeah, Chris, I think I could get into this, she giggled, but within seconds the laughter was replaced by a broad grin.  Yeah, Chris, this is really kinda fun!  I took a little rubber vibrator and touched it to the ball resting against her G-spot, as she continued to work on her clit, and in almost no time I was greeted by the arching back, clawing fingers, and rapid breathing of Angela’s first orgasm.  As she lay gasping and bucking, the chimes toned ever louder as the climax spiraled my Angela higher and higher into ecstacy.  And the smile never left her face.  Ever so gradually her motions slowed down as she floated partway back to earth.

Now she tossed the vibrator out of my hand and directed my thumb directly onto her clit, leaving my fingers against her wet delicious-smelling vagina.  She wrapped the trembling fingers of her right fist around my aching penis, playing with the sticky bead of pre-come, and with her left hand was fondling and caressing  her breasts.  Chris, was that the right way to do it with those things, how about you try rolling those little devils around inside me, she chirped, Oh yes, just like that, that’s soo gooood, doesn’t the music sound funny, what if I kinda wiggle around like dancing, Oh yeah, when you click them together like that it just shoots all the way through, Oh wow, I can’t believe this, keep on going just like that, are we doing it right, Oh Chris I love you so much, that bell sounds so weird, won’t the kids wake up, Oh my oh my, not so hard just round and round, that’s perfect Chris, round and round and, and…and…Ooohhh!!!!   Hahaha Hohoho!!!!

I lay there clutching my darling wife while her whole body thrashed about in a wild orgiastic eruption to the accompaniment of Chinese chimes, jauntily jiggling boobs, gutteral moans, and…laughter!  Instead of the usual blissfully gorgeous contorted twisted flushed otherworldly grimace of ecstatic agony she normally wears during an especially intense climax, my dear Angela was bashing her head against the pillow with an ear-to-ear beaming smile shining from her face.

Looking amazingly refreshed, Angela squatted up in bed, popped out the Chinese balls, then chuckled You’ve waited long enough, Chris Miller, I need you inside me Now!  And a second later I was driving my manhood deep inside my sweetheart’s supine form, feeling the exquisite velvety smoothness of her womanly core hugging the shaft of my eager phallus as it penetrated her over and over again, no longer even pretending to try holding back my ejaculation, feeling the pressure build within me as her hips gyrated and her teeth tugged at my nipples, and her fingers danced across my rear to urge me ever deeper.

The shuddering explosion of my own climax overcame me in almost no time, and I felt the gallons of semen flow from my jerking balls through my body and out the tip of my thrusting penis into the embrace of Angela’s deep feminine recesses, felt the renewed contractions and constrictions of her vagina as she plunged into the depths of yet another orgasm, this one shared with her beloved husband, both of us losing our own personhood to gain the ecstatic God-ordained translation into being one flesh.  Wow.

Angela was now wearing a more peaceful serene sort of smile, and sighing contentedly as she squeezed the last few drops of sperm from my body, gazing into my eyes as we enjoyed the afterglow together.  Reluctantly I rolled to her side, feeling a familiar slight sense of loss as my semi-erect member slid from her pussy.  I mean really, how come we can’t just stay that way forever?

I admit it, this old guy was now completely tuckered out, and once my head hit the pillow and I shut my eyes I was close to being comatose, but I could hear Angela humming to herself as she slipped out of bed and sashayed naked to the sink, could hear those cute little chimes ringing as she washed the shiny blue Chinese balls carefully, dried them and latched them shut in their silk box on the nightstand.  I think she was still humming when she turned on her lamp and started reading a book.

The lady at the flea market had clearly been telling the truth:  I was relaxed to the point of unconsciousness, I can’t remember when Angela and I had last experienced such erotic joy, and she was definitely energized beyond all reason.

Hours later, I awoke to the sound of chimes ringing softly from Angela’s side of the bed.  Chris, can you help me?  I don’t think we were using these balls quite right…