Marne worked the blankets and the cock-gone-stiff beneath them. She continued to massage, neither she nor Creagon speaking, each knowing that Marne would soon tire of having even the material separating her from her husband's naked cock flesh.

It was Creagon who first began to peel back the covers concealing his lower body. Marne, though, quickly obliged by momentarily freeing her handhold on her husband's covered cock and scooting off the bed long enough for Creagon to achieve his unveiling.

Marne hesitated before returning to her position next to her husband, even though, as always, Creagon's naked physique exerted an almost physical pull on her-much like a sun must have exerted its pull over the planets that circled it.

However, Marne got a kind of masochistic pleasure out of delaying. Not only that, but she always enjoyed just drinking Creagon's exquisite form up with her eyes.

To Marne, her husband never looked more like a bronze Greek statue than he did when he was completely without his clothes. Except, of course, no Greek statue Marne had ever seen had come complete with a cock quite the size of the one sprouted from Creagon's lower belly. Not that Marne had married Creagon for his large penis and stallion-like balls. God, no! It wasn't how big a cock was, after all, was it? Marne was confident Creagon would have been just as expert in fucking if he'd had half the cock he did have.

"You trying to give me a good case of blue balls?" Creagon asked, smiling to show his even white teeth.

"Why, are your balls going blue?" Marne asked and smiled back. "They look big and they look bulky; but, funny, they don't look blue to me."

"Stand there for a few minutes more, teasing me, and see what happens," Creagon told her.

"I just might do that," Marne said, her smile going wider.