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The Pleasant Feel

I was lying on my back in the bed. My eyelids still heavy with sleep refused to open. That was enough of a reason for me to remain sunk in the mattress. Something with a feather touch glided over my lips. A pleasant tickle set in. I perked up my lips for a better experience. As I waited I felt some weight shift across my chest.

Then something soft and wet rubbed my lips. Playfully I dodged the the soft touch by pouting and pursing my lips. The soft touch too responded playfully. It was making a bit unusual movements.

I was eager to engage my lips in full for more pleasurable kiss. After all a kiss becomes a rare commodity once you marry. But the soft touch was far more agile than my lips. My mind pinged, "Avantika - my wife seems to be in the mood. Take it easy. Don't dominate."

I decided to stay calm and let her have her own way. It was going to be for the third time. I felt it against my left cheek. Then over the lips. But the feel was different. Something like bristles was caressing my lips. "Oh! That is Avantika's favourite. She was possibly teasing me with Peacock feather. How Romantic."

I decided to reward her after the session. A movie would be a perfect fit.

Now the feel was different. Something soft, moist was rubbing against my lips. Even I felt someone forcefully blow over in gusts. Occasionally it moved over to my forehead too.

The weight on my chest shifted upwards. A tiny thing was actually over my neck. It was pricking me. I tried to move it off, but Avantika restored it instantly. My heart was pounding and I was waiting to lock my lips with her lips.

Then it happened pretty quickly. The soft moist thing was over my nose and pressed hard. Even it blew with more power. And the soft tissue was  trying to part my lips. A grunt followed. This never was Avantika's way. And even to me it wasn't any more pleasant.

Just then the weight over my chest dug deeper and the grunt became even louder. The wet thing pressed really hard against my lips. I just failed to align my lips. I made another effort and the feel was different. The bristles were harsher, the wet thing appeared rounder. In a reflex I opened my eyes. I looked right in the eyes of the puppy.

Haat! Haat! I tried to push it off. It resisted with all the strength. Yank!Yank! It yelped and playfully challenged me. It stood on the hind legs in defiance.

I heard a giggle. Avantika was at the door. "How could you let it do such a thing to me?" I blurted out.

Avantika added, "The puppy  came to me and said I can teach you how to smooch." She winked and added further, "I gave it a thought. It was a tempting offer.  Anyways you like it when I please you. So I thought why should I  not better my skill to please you." Before I could reply she was gone with the puppy.
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