Chapter 1
Coming out as bisexual changed the dynamic in my marriage. It seemed that it awakened something in my wife. I don’t know if she was trying to make up for some deficiency she believed was present or if she felt she was now competing for the lust of her husband.
We talked often about the different fantasies that I had and how we, as a couple, could live them out together. One of these fantasies is as follows.
I asked her to sit on the couch in our bedroom. She was wearing a pink lace négligée which hugged her curves ever so perfectly, and lifted her breasts to highlight their magnificence. I came out of our walk-in closet carrying a long purple dildo. I was wearing a light blue and floral thong. Hidden beneath was a cock ring that was vibrating.
I placed the dildo in between her thighs, tucked way up against her. I dropped to my knees and locked eyes with her. Without breaking the stare, I leaned over and took the toy into my mouth. I lathered its head with my tongue, moving up the slick surface the best I could. I pressed down deeper, further, allowing the toy to slide through my mouth. It pressed up against the back of my throat. I forced it through the next 2 inches driving deeper faster than I anticipated. I could feel the scratch and the sting, but I wanted more.
I could feel her hips moving, she was grinding the toy into me or perhaps grinding the toy into herself. Her hand came up to the back of my head and lightly pushed down, forcing the toy deeper and deeper into my throat. I came back up for a big gulp of air and right back down.
I worked that toy like the world‘s greatest dick, wanting all of it, wishing it were real. Wishing there be a prize for all my efforts, but it will never come.
I lifted my head up and locked eyes with my bride. She was shocked. She was shocked either by the situation itself or the skill I displayed. Either way I could tell she was aroused.
I stood up, straddle her legs, reached back, pulling the thong aside, sliding the toy deep inside me.
“ fuck, That’s good.”
I began to ride that toy, as if it belonged to my wife, taking it as deep as possible, slow and smooth. Grinding my hips at the bottom, letting it smash my insides. With the toy in the back and the vibration in the front I was already close.
I leaned forward and kissed her passionately, our kiss broke, but our foreheads remained connected. I needed her permission.
“Please let me cum. Tell me I can.”
“Not yet. Keep riding me.”
I gritted my teeth preparing to hold back the release. Rather than slow down, I sped up. I clenched the toy as hard as I could trying to move it and make sure it rubbed against the most sensitive parts of her. on the downstroke. I bounced forward, trying to make sure I made contact with her clit.
I heard her breath go ragged. I could hear the swears under her breath. I knew she was close.
I doubled my efforts. I pinched at her nipples underneath the sheer fabric. that was the key.
“Come now. I want it all over me.“
One stroke up, one stroke down, release. Despite having cum the day before I unleashed a torrent of my seed all across my wife’s chest. I felt her body tense. I saw her eyes roll back. I leaned forward and crushed into her mouth a passionate kiss. She bucked her hips up lifting the toy deeper. I came again.
Our passionate embrace continued while our bodies crashed back down to earth. The weight of this experience emphasizing to me that she and only she was the person that I needed in my life. Any idea that I was missing something was gone. this woman, my wife of 20 years my best friend of nearly 30, was the only person for me
