I had the washday blues. All day Monday I was stuck in our dreary old basement, running load after load of laundry. Boring.
About noon, I drifted off into a daydream. I was leaning against the old washer as it went through the spin cycle. There was a lot of vibration in the washer and my bottom was absorbing it. I was off in my daydream about a beautiful mountain waterfall I once saw with my new husband. The water was gushing over the warm rocks and sparkling in the sun.
I was pulled out of my dream by my husband's footsteps on the basement steps. He was home for half an hour, then he would have to hurry back to work. He said 'Wow, you look beautiful today! You are glowing!' He took me in his arms and gave me a big kiss. My face was flushed, and my private area was very tingly. He began petting me all over as we continued to kiss.
Then he really surprised me. He unzipped my jeans and gently inserted a finger into my vagina. Almost immediately I began to feel waves of orgasm radiating from my soaking wet crotch. He rested me against the vibrating washer as I was washed with wave after wave of uncontrolled pleasure. The fun did not end until the old washer slowed to a noisy stop. I was limp in his arms. Totally satisfied.
He eased me down gently into an old arm chair we keep in the basement. Without undressing, he pulled his rock hard penis out of his work jeans. He quickly began stroking. I grabbed an old towel, and pulled him to me. His now dripping penis was inches from my face. When he came I caught it in the towel, and held it so that we could both see how much cum there was. Then I rolled up the towel and gently cleaned off his penis.
That was all I had for lunch that day. My husband had to hurry off without eating. Laundry was not so boring after that. I just leaned up against the old washer and dreamed my afternoon away.