The Adventures of Eli Whitney

Pleasure to Troubles

Eli Whitney had just gotten home from a hard day at work of installing Cotton Gins at the local farms. He was so proud of his new invention and was constantly performing testing to find flaws and things to fix. After arriving home, he brought the new small version of the Cotton Gin that he was working on into his bedroom. He placed it next to his bed.

This version was special. Not only was it smaller and portable, but it was also silent. Due to this, when Eli accidentally pressed the power button, he didn't notice it.

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Eli joined his hot and sexy wife, , in the kitchen. She was wearing nothing but a silk red robe that was barely hanging on her shoulders. The woman was cooking dinner for the two and was unknown to the problem that she was creating in her husband's pants.

Eli, turned on by his wife in the skimpy outfit, approached her. He walked up behind her and pressed his bulge into her backside. She jumped a little, surprised by the actions of her husband, but soon adjusted and grinded against him.

He kissed her neck and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as she let out a quiet moan. She rolled her neck to the side, inviting his warm lips onto her fresh skin. She melted into Eli's touch and his hands started to wander over her body.

"I love you," he whispered.

In return, she moaned and echoed his words back to him.

His hands crawled over her body, caressing every inch of her. His right hand pulled her hip back into him and guided her as she grinded against his length. His left hand slipped under the silk robe and massaged her perfect cleavage.

Her thick, meaty pussy dripped and her liquids were pooling at her opening. She throbbed, wanting nothing more than for her husband to be inside of her. Her moaning grew louder and for once, she was thankful that they didn't have neighbors and that she could be loud without the judgment of her peers.

Eli's hand started to wander again Henrietta whimpered at the lack of warmth on her breasts. His rough hand trailed down her body and stopped where her robe crossed over by the legs. He pushed aside the fabric and started to gently rub his wife's clit.

"Is this okay?" he questioned.

She gave a nod in response but that didn't satisfy his request.

"I want to hear you say it." he growled in a husky voice.

She obeyed and responded with, "yes, yes of course, this is okay!" she stuttered in between moans.

Now with the consent of his wife, he slipped a finger into her slick opening. He pumped in and out as their kitchen filled with the sound of moans and the curses mumbled under the breath of Henrietta.

When Eli felt Henrietta loosen around his single finger, he slided another into her. He scissored his fingers and stretched her out, prepping it for the entry of his length that would happen later. He curled his fingers, feeling her walls tighten as she grew closer to a release.

Eli grinded against her and she let out a desperately loud moan. She could feel her whole body caving in on itself from the stimulation she was receiving.

"I'm close, fuck I'm so close Eli," she moaned loudly.

Eli all of a sudden removed his hand and in a low, menacing voice, he whispered, "not yet sweetheart."

Henrietta whined at the emptiness she now felt, due to the lack of her husband inside of her. She turned, about to question why she wasn't allowed her release, and was picked up bridal style by her husband. He led them to the bedroom.

The new model of Cotton Gin was on the left side of the bed and was still on. Eli and Hanrietta were too caught up in the effects of arousal that neither noticed that it was even there. The quietness of the machine didn't help the situation either.