Meg was quivering slightly as I continued to lightly rub her inner thighs. She has historically been a "one and done" when it comes to climaxing (with a few exceptions), so my goal now was to get her back into a neutral state as I worked to relax her body.

As her breathing leveled out, I began applying oil to her hips and lower belly, her baby bump rising an falling in front of me with each breath. I worked my hands around her bump, up her sides, and stroked from armpit to hip bone in languid strokes, grazing the sides of her engorged breasts as they protruded from her form.

Sliding up the bed, I straddled her, still clothed, and began working the oil between her tits and her baby bump, my thumbs lifting them to grant me access to the tender underside, before sliding my hands around to massage up to her collarbones. My hands' proximity to her gorgeous tits, combined with the lingering excitement of watching her cum minutes ago, had me throbbing in my sweatpants, and I did my best not to nudge her with my hard-on.

I worked slowly in decreasing circles, closer and closer to her areola - now puckered and dimpled as her nipples anticipated my touch. I was very careful not to stimulate them, but worked very closely before expanding my motion to be more encompassing. By my fifth pass, I noticed her breathing change again, as her back subtly arched into my touch.

I traced my fingers lightly from her collarbones down across her breasts, parting my fingers as they passed around her nipples and sparking a soft intake of breath. Over and over my fingers drifted across her breasts, never fully touching her nipples, and with each pass she maneuvered her chest, needy for the contact.

Without warning, I palmed her breasts and kneaded firmly, eliciting a guttural groan that sounded nothing like my wife. I slid her nipples between my fingers as I massaged her oiled tits, and she panted at my deliberate stimulation with relief. Her sexual appetite shocked me - she wasn't even 15 minutes post-orgasm and it was usually hours before she had any interest in climbing that mountain again. Yet there we were, sprinting from base camp with an unexpected urgency.

Not wanting to detour the massage, but seeing her need to get off, I reached towards her nightstand on the pretense of getting more oil. I leaned across her and opened the drawer. Her WeVibe lay in its silken case, and I withdrew it while she was none the wiser thanks to her headphones. As one hand continued to rub the space between her tits, the other worked the WeVibe, setting it to a slow building vibration pattern. At the same time I pinched her nipple, I slipped the larger portion of the toy inside her pussy. She was drenched, and it slid in with no resistance.

Her response was visceral, as her hands shot to my legs on either side of her and she dug her nails into my skin. I leaned forward, trapping the smaller portion of the toy between us and increasing it's pressure on her clit. My hands resumed their tease of her nipples as she began clenching her thighs around the toy buried inside of her. To my surprise, as the vibrations built, I felt a spike of pleasure, creating my own sort of white noise in my brain. The wave cycle restarted, low and slowly build, and her fingers dug deeper as the intensity increased. She was feeling it, and so was I.

I adjusted my position astride her, repositioning the toy to align with the base of my shaft where it felt best. The vibrations continued to increase, and she writhed beneath me as her pleasure built, but my own pleasure was reaching shocking levels as well. I was almost grateful for the wave pattern reset, as I was confused by the response my body was showing me. I had never cum from this type of stimulation, and didn't know if it was even possible, but I couldn't deny how good it felt, even through my clothing.

As the wave began to build, I contemplated pulling away, but I didn't want to risk changing the stimulation for her, so I screwed up my eyes and focused on working her tits as the tingling in my balls built to a crescendo. Then I made a mess.

I tipped over the edge like falling off a cliff, and shot cum into my boxers as the continued stimulation sent waves of pleasure rippling through me. I did my best not to signal my release to Meg, as I didn't want to distract her from her own mounting pleasure, but it was difficult not to ride it out in full force. Thankfully, she was moving and clenching at the top of the wave before it reset again and didn't notice my movements.

I kept the toy trapped between us as the vibrations increased once more, and redoubled my efforts on her breasts. As the the wave built again, I pinched hard on her nipples and tugged, pulling them away from her body and sending her careening into her second orgasm in the past 20 minutes. The stimulation was borderline painful for me by now, but I let her ride out her orgasm with abandon, lessenining the intensity of my massage as her pleasure began to recede. By the end of it, her hands plopped feebly on the bed beside her and her breath came in slow, contended sighs.

I leaned down and gently kissed her lips, receiving a delayed response that signaled her exhaustion, before climbing off her and going to change my sperm-soaked boxers and sweats. Her gentle snores greeted me as I walked out of our closet, and I covered her nakedness with a throw blanket before I slipped back into the living room.