Another Time, Another Place

“Something wrong?” April asked devilishly.

“No, nothing,” Virgil responded with a tone indicative of being surprised. “I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

“Dreaming,” April stated. “Let’s call it a fantasy coming true.”

Her tongue swiped up his testicles, along the shaft on his manhood and ran through thick pubic hair. April smiled to hide the frustration that she had reached his hair too quickly. She grabbed his penis with a hand and was happy that Virgil had closed his eyes because there was no hiding the utter shock on her face. Flashes of a larger tool popped into her mind like an implanted memory. With a little concentration, what she had before her became familiar. Both visions comforted her; she knew simply by holding it that its size would fall short in the pleasing department without direction.

“Shall we get a toy?” Virgil asked.

“Ah, no,” April replied confidently. “You are fine just as you are.”

Virgil was surprised by April’s passing on a toy. “No thunder from down under? How about my thunder-tongue?”

“I’m yours for whatever you want.”

Virgil and April switched positions. In a matter of seconds Virgil was caressing her inner thigh with his fingertips. April eagerly anticipated a gentle tongue from her husband. She liked being on her back, legs held up in the air by her mate. She recalled his name. The thought brought April to her elbows. She gazed at her husband and spoke his name.

“Virgil,” she said as natural as she’d done for years. Yet, the other name thought of before the spoken word felt as real as the warm air coming from his mouth. “I want you,” she continued, despite knowing Virgil’s size would present a challenge.

Virgil stopped his tongue just short of tasting her peach. The comment pleased him; it frightened him and caused a certain type of anxiety. Like a high wind that swoops down and changes the complexity of a golf round, Virgil’s mood digressed to something short of fear. He moved and sat on the side of the bed, his head hung low as he contemplated how to best serve his wife without his tongue and without the toys.

“Sweetheart, I’d do anything to please you. We both know that I lack in the size department. After years of frustrating you, I wouldn’t mind if you found someone to satisfy your sexual needs. Just as long as I have you, I’d be fine.”

“I don’t need that,” April said defensively. “All I’ve ever desired was your love.”

“All I’ve ever wanted to do since the day I laid eyes on you was to love you and take care of you. A huge part of taking care of you includes the physical arena, too. I’d give up all of my wealth to be able to make you climax with what God gave me.”

Virgil’s words moved and captivated her heart. The emotional tremor in his voice revealed just how troubled he really was. As if it was the first time she truly listened, she heard the words in a whole new way. It was because she was different. As she thought of her near-perfect life, for the first time, none of the wealth and material possessions mattered. That’s what April would think; it’s what April thought.

“Sweetheart, I’d like to help you with this. Care to give it a try?” April asked.

“I know what you’re trying to do, honey, but we both know I don’t penetrate deeply enough for intercourse to be effective.”

“It’s just a matter of tactics. What’s our objective?” April asked.

Virgil’s smile delayed his response. For the first time in his recent memory, the issue was identified in the plural form instead of singular. Somehow he felt revived and it was apparent in his reply.

“To make your ass cum,” Virgil responded.

“That’s the spirit. Have you ever heard the expression, ‘Dance with the girl you brung’?”

“Yes, a time or two.”

“Then that’s what we’re going to do.”

Virgil remained unsure how her new enthusiasm would accomplish the task, but he was more than eager to find out, even at the risk of disappointment.

“First, let’s get him ready,” April said. “All of this chatter can’t be good for your thunder.”

Virgil gave her a warm smile.

“Straddle my face,” April instructed as she lowered to her back.

Virgil crawled on his hands and knees until both were respectively on the left and right side of her body. His grandness hung over her head.

“Lower,” April said.

Virgil spread his legs wider, thus, automatically lowering his goods toward her hungry mouth. April teased him with the tip of her tongue. The wetness and warmth of the caressing instrument sent pleasure ripples throughout his body. A wider stroke from her hot tongue had every imaginable form of eroticism moving through him like the constant repetition of ocean waves crashing on the shore. The erection that Virgil had was one from years gone by. It was strong and felt unbreakable. He looked down at the steel-like manhood; despite the size, he believed it would be a powerful tool tonight.