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This short vignette contains masturbation and M/F sex between consenting adults, involving post-orgasmic overstimulation related fun. :3

[center][b][u]The Ecstasy of the Mundane[/u][/b][/center]

Even as Annika approached the apartment door, she could hear the vacuum going from within. The lynx giggled, and hesitated for just a moment as she reached out for the door handle, her tufted ears twitching as she made absolutely certain that her husband wasn't vacuuming the hallway. Even though she was more than ninety nine percent sure he was in the living room though, she still looked around to make sure the hallway was empty, and a moment later slipped her key into the door's lock, twisted it, and darted inside as quickly as she could without revealing any more of the space beyond than was absolutely necessary. Of course, the hallway inside was empty, but it was better to have been safe than sorry. The life Annika had found since meeting the man of her dreams was worth a little extra care and dedication to protect, and as she hurried down the hallway, front door locked anew behind her, it was just a matter of seconds until she got to see a first hand reminder of what it was that was so worth protecting.

The living room door was already open, and through it, leaning against its frame with a rumbling purr, Annika could see her husband's bare backside as he rocked the upright vacuum back and forth in a steady rhythm across the lush carpeted floor. The rat's rump was lean, firm, and covered in a coat of short but soft grey fur beneath his pink tail. It was a gorgeous sight that made Annika's own loins flutter, and yet she knew there was so, so much more to enjoy about this situation than the simple fact that her husband was naked. They were, after all, almost always naked while at home. It wasn't a lifestyle either of them had been raised in or around, nor was it one they engaged in socially in shared spaces where such activities were permissible. Instead it was something they had come to slowly and gradually as their relationship had progressed towards its current point over the last six years. A natural progression as they had openly shared their dreams and fantasies together, and which had led to what was [i]really[/i] exciting Annika in that moment.

The lynx bit her bottom lip as her husband reached the far end of the apartment's living room, and turned side on relative to where she was watching him as he began to roll the vacuum cleaner along the wall's edge where it met the carpet. Her toes curled, and her purring faltered as instead she let loose a strangled, longing mewl at the sight which greeted her. Daniel was hard. The rat's lean, pink five inch cock was standing proud and rigid, raised slightly more than ninety degrees from the vertical axis of his body and twitching, pulsing rhythmically almost in time with the rocking motion with which Daniel was moving the vacuum. Its reason for doing so was simple. Around the thin shaft, just beneath the ever so slightly more plump glans of the head, a thin band of delicately padded material held together with velcro was wrapped. And attached to that material, held against the underside of the rat's cock-tip, was a wireless, internally powered vibrating egg.

Even as she began to peel off the clothes covering her lower body, removing her skirt first, then her thigh high socks, and finally her panties, Annika could barely peel her eyes away from her husband's bouncing cock, watching as it glistened, as it dripped and dribbled, leaving almost imperceptible dark spots on the carpet that had been freshly vacuumed just moments prior, and thereby ensuring that they would have ample reason to clean and vacuum the carpet again in a matter of days. When she did pull her eyes from him though, the volume of the vacuum and the pleasure consuming his cock combining to ensure that Daniel was yet to notice her presence, the lynx hurriedly glanced around the room in search of something else. She found it moments later, and peeled open her blouse, tossing it aside to expose her simple, black bra which was discarded just as readily. After that, the naked lynx darted across the living room, and even as she saw her husband turning to notice her as he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, she had it.

She plucked his phone off the coffee table, she tapped in its lock-screen code with almost as natural efficiency and familiarity as her own, and she giggled as she looked up at the rat just in time to see his face light up with joy, lust, and unbridled love for her. He nodded, squeaked happily over the ongoing whine of the vacuum's motor, and a second later sagged sideways against the living room wall as Annika accessed the bluetooth connected controls for the vibrator affixed to her husband's cock, and turned its motor up from thirty percent of its maximum power all the way to eighty.

She was already half way across the room, already half way to her husband when he threw back his head with a gurgling cry that outmatched the volume of the vacuum. As a result Annika had just enough time to cup one hand and lower it down directly in front of the tip of her lover's vibrator-assailed erection before the shaft gave a series of far more rapid and urgent twitches, Daniel rose up onto the tips of his toes, and with his hands blissfully clenched into fists by his sides, let loose a grunting wail as he immediately began to cum.

"O-oh god, sweetie..."

Annika huffed as the rat's cum spurted abundantly over the palm of her hand and along the surface of her forearm, another thick spray almost filling the cupped pads of her palm, and the third leaving it close to overflowing. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted to rub her own pussy so badly. But, she knew she'd have time for all of that and more soon enough, so instead she moved her other hand forward to join the first, and just stood there directly in front of her husband as he jerked his tips, squeaked, gasped, and stared hungrily down at his cock as it strained and erupted hands free under the relentless thrall of the toy.

By the time the last dribbles of Daniel's cum had spilled forth almost twenty seconds after the first spray, he was shaking and barely able to stay upright, leaning against both the wall and the vacuum cleaner's handle for support. His wide eyes and open mouth betrayed the fact he was already starting to experience the overstimulation resulting from the continued buzz of the toy against his now spent cock's tip, and yet he made no attempt to leave the spot where he was standing; no attempt to circle around his wife and hurry over to where she had left his phone still sitting on the coffee table. Instead he watched with rapt attention as she lifted her cupped hands dreamily towards her face, a pool of cum glistening within her connected palms, and began to drink. To slurp and soon gulp down his not record setting by any means but still substantial load, particularly given that she knew all too well he had cum at least twice already that same day.

In ten seconds or so her hands were empty, though still glistening with the residue of Daniel's cum, but as the rat grunted with the effort of resisting the combined pleasure and discomfort of his overstimulated arousal, he reached out with his own hands at last, not to move his wife aside, not to reach down and remove the still active vibrator from his cock, but to take her wrists within his own pink paws and lift Annika's hands towards [i]his[/i] face. He kissed her palms. He licked them. He nuzzled and lapped at them with gasps and giggles as he worked to get them spotlessly clean, and only then, when he released his wife's hands in a saliva coated but otherwise totally cleaned state, did he look up at her with pleading urgency.

"Is it too much, sweetie?"

Annika murmured with genuine affection, but a warm smile upon her face rather than any expression of even the slightest concern. The rat gurgled, rose up on the tips of his toes and jerked his hips uncontrollably forward, then nodded as he let his breath out in a ragged whimper. The lynx purred loudly, and with one damp, saliva coated palm reached out and gently but firmly cupped her husband's recently drained balls.

"Better hurry up and finish vacuuming the living room then. If you manage to before you cum a second time, I'll let you finish in my pussy. If not... well, I'm not gonna catch your load again, so you'll have a whole new chore to do before you can go turn it off, and we both know how slow and brainless you get after [i]two[/i] rounds of post-orgasm stimulation."

She gave him a gentle, affectionate squeeze that in Daniel's current state still drew a shrill squeal from the rat, but kissed him on the cheek a moment later, and giggled as she heard him let loose a ragged, overwhelmed moan in the immediate wake of his cry.

"I... I love you so much."

Annika sighed joyously, and pecked Daniel's cheek once again, before adding an additional smooch on the side of his muzzle.

"Love you too, sweetie. More than anything. Now, c'mon. Go finish up the vacuuming, I'm gonna go sit on the couch and touch myself. That way even if you're right at the edge by the time you finish, we might still get to cum together if you hurry."

Daniel's eyes were bulging with more than just overstimulated bliss and anguish as he and his wife drew back from their intimate moment. He was looking at her like she was a goddess, and even though in that particular moment she was very much playing a more dominant role, she was looking at him with every bit as much passion and adoration. They truly did love each other with all their hearts, and they truly did cherish so, so much this life they had built together. This life where rather than allowing room for compromise and simply accepting that there were things in life that were boring and that just had to be dealt with before fun could be had, they worked hard to bring joy to all those most dull and tedious of activities. To bring ecstasy to the mundane, even, and indeed especially things as boringly every-day as household chores.

Thus, true to her word Annika left her husband to his vacuuming and padded back over to the couch, where she flopped down, immediately lifted her ankles up onto the coffee table, and lowered one still saliva dampened hand to her clit. She moaned as she rubbed herself. She gasped in pleasure as she began to masturbate casually while watching Daniel start vacuuming the remainder of the room while being inched ever closer to an overstimulated, truly overwhelming second orgasm without a moment's respite for his cock, and though she was undeniably looking forward to what would happen once Daniel finished that particular chore, the lynx's mind couldn't help but start to wander as her own pleasure started to rise within her loins.

She couldn't help but think about the evening ahead. About how it was Daniel's turn to cook tonight, which meant it was her turn to do the dishes. The lynx shuddered. Her toes curled, and she gurgled as in a moment of indulgence, she slipped two fingers into herself, and began almost instantly working them against her g-spot.

She was going to do the dishes in just a couple of hours. To stand in front of the sink and wash and dry all the pots and pans and plates that were used to prepare and eat their home-made dinner. It was the kind of chore that another household might have just done without even thinking about it, or might have put off because of how little they enjoyed doing it. But for her and Daniel... the lynx mewled in bliss as she looked over at her husband and saw him bent almost double over the vacuum as he fought to push it along while his cock throbbed and twitched wildly under the thrall of its unrelenting stimulation. For the two of them, it wasn't a chore at all. There [i]were[/i] no chores, not in the more negative sense of the word, in the life and home they had worked to forge together.

There were just more opportunities for loving one another. More opportunities for indulging in what they could never have dreamed of experiencing had they not found one another to trust in, to confide in, to admit their wildest and most shameless fantasies together. More opportunities to turn every household chore, every mundane and otherwise forgettable moment into pure, obscene indulgence, until there was nothing else in all the world that the two of them would rather be doing.

By Jeeves