What have I done?
written by:
elguapo

Here I sit, completely naked in the uncomfortable confines of a hotel chair, a mix of every possible emotion - confusion, sadness, excitement, anger. Every cell of my being is screaming, raging at the situation, demanding it's end, begging for it to continue until everything feels right again.

It wasn't just the sight of it, equal parts riveting and revolting. It wasn't even the sound of it, loud and carnal. It was the look on her face, almost vacant in its desire, that caused a single, devastating question to cross my mind.

Did I make this happen?

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Just sixty days earlier things were...different. Completely different. Opposite even. I had just about everything a man could dream of. A spectacular home, a beautiful family, an the love of my life. Security in everything, from my job to my marriage, was something I'd taken completely for granted.

If you'd passed us on the street, out for a walk with the kids, you'd never give us a second look. I'm as average a man as has ever walked this earth. Average height, average weight, average looks. You wouldn't notice, but I'd completely exceeded every reasonable expectation for my life. My wife? I couldn't ask for more. She's nearly everything a man could hope for. When we'd started dating, she was light years out of my league. Don't get me wrong, she still is, but the smoking 18 year old I'd met well over a decade ago had given us two perfect children, and she'd slowly transformed from "looks like a model" to "looks like a real woman."

If there was a complication in our world, a lingering problem, it was in the bedroom. The problem wasn't that things were bad, but just, uneven. We'd have streaks of incredible sex. Wild sex. Even kinky sex. Then we'd have streaks of going through the motions, if at all. Every love life has ups and downs, but ours was so unpredictable. One night she might be ravenous, two nights later glancing over my shoulder at the TV.

When I met her, like many unusually beautiful women, she suffered from a lack of confidence. She also suffered, if that's the right word, from a lack of experience. She had a low tolerance for the kind of bullshit teenage guys love to throw around, so no relationship had progressed beyond a little kiss and tickle. That's right. I'd found myself a smoking hot virgin, and all these happy years later, I was still the only man she'd ever known.

Unpredictability can be a good thing, or it can be a maddening thing. We tried, usually successfully, all sorts of things to spice up our love life, to keep things interesting. When she'd make a kinky suggestion, that was the good kind of unpredictability. When the thought of the same appeared to bore her, that was the maddening kind.

I don't know how we compare to other couples, but we found some things that worked for us. Usually. Some light bondage. A dresser drawer full of sex toys. A nice little library of adult movies. I had discovered on rather reliable thing, though. Get just the right number of drinks into her, and watch out.

I'm not at all shy about what my favorite activity was. Give me a chance to strap her to the bed, work her over once with a toy of some kind before I take her myself, and get her talking dirty and I'm a very, very happy man. Maybe there should have been a clue in how turned on I got by seeing something sliding into her, but hindsight is always twenty-twenty.

I always wondered if she regretted having agreed to a one-dick life. That's not to say agreeing to marry me, but that she was never with anyone else. I hadn't exactly been the big swinging stud of my day, but at least I'd slept with a few girls. I had a comparison point. I never had to wonder what it was like, how it was different.

Her toys weren't of the "realistic" variety, but I thought that would be fun. For both of us. So I made a suggestion that she look for one from a website and place an order. I kind of suggested it and when nothing showed up for a few days, figured she'd been too embarrassed or whatever.

It was a Friday. I remember that. I'd snuck out of work early, as I tend to do on nice spring Fridays, and arrived home before she'd returned with the kids from the sitter. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed a cardboard box waiting patiently at the front door. I didn't remember her ordering anything, but she was constantly getting this or that for the kids or house without me knowing. Stopping the car in the garage, I doubled back outside to retrieve the package. Studying the label, there was no company name on the shipping address, though the address itself rang a vague bell. I gave it a hard shake as I pried open the door. It was nearly weightless.

Usually I'd leave it for her to open, but this day I cut the seal and pulled the flaps apart to see what was inside myself. Under a comically large layer of packaging paper was the kind of plastic case you'd see hanging from nearly any rack in a department store. That is, if the department store peddled in eight inch flesh colored dildos.

I was hard in about 3.2 seconds. She'd actually picked something out, and a veiny, realistic looking bastard at that! Like any rational, red-blooded American man, my first thought was to compare it to myself. My second was to wonder how quickly we could get the kids to bed that night.

Then I heard the garage door. Tearing the box apart to dispose of, I hustled down the hall and hid the damn thing in our dresser.

******

The hours dragged on like years. I love my family time, but we'd recently been in something of a "dry spell", so tonight you'll have to excuse me if my attention was elsewhere.

I think she can tell, when I won't let her wine glass go beyond half empty, what I have on my mind. At least tonight she didn't object. So when the last of the kids' door clicked shut, I was on her like the eager teenager she certainly would have turned away.

"What do you say we take our glasses to our room?" I asked, nuzzling up behind her. With an over the shoulder smile, she slid one hand behind her and gave my already half-hard pole a gentle squeeze, then slowly started to make her way towards our room.

I suppose she had to assume her new "friend" had arrived, but either way she was naked about six seconds after I followed her through the door, and I had her strapped down to that bed about ten seconds after that.

Stripping down to my boxers, I was on her immediately, running my hands over her milky flesh, pulling at her D-cup breasts, shoving my tongue deep inside her mouth. Her body writhed under mine, obviously turned on and ready to have some fun.

"I have a surprise for you" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, and just what is that?" she asked in reply, a slight twinkle in her eye.

I sprung up and jumped to the dresser, pulling her new toy from a drawer. Returning to her, I slid to a position between her knees and slid the tip up against her soft, pink lips.

"Were you waiting for something to arrive?" I teased her. She moaned loudly in reply, her hips straining to push back. Reaching into the bedside stand, I pulled her favorite bullet vibrator out and pressed it against her engorged clit. She yelped in appreciation, a flood of juice pouring from within. Her body tried so hard to push back, but I was in complete control, for now.

Using her own flesh to lube up the new toy, I pushed her soft lips further apart and teased her wet hole with its tip. I could see her straining already to take it, her body not sure it was up to the task her flesh desired.

Teasing her at a moment like this is one of my favorite activities, so tease I did.

"This isn't anything like you've had before, is it? This isn't some piece of hard plastic. It looks and feels just like a real dick."

"MMMMmmm, it does. I thought that would be fun."

Pushing it just a little further, her body still straining to open further, I continued. "After all this time, you finally want to know what another dick feels like, don't you?"

"Mmmm, I do" she moaned. "Please let me have that dick."

Now the head had disappeared into her depths. Slowly, I pulled it back out, surprised at how open she remained once it left. I didn't leave her empty for long. More slid in, and with short strokes I started to fuck her with a rubber dick. She moaned loudly in appreciation, her chest heaving up and down as her body was overcome with passion. I crawled over he leg and knelt at her side, sliding my underwear so my cock was finally exposed.

"How about one dick for each end?" I asked, not waiting for an answer before I placed the tip of my cock on her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked me with appreciation, loving every second of being filled from both ends.

"Do you like being fucked by another cock while you blow me?" She moaned loudly into me as I continued to bury the toy into her, more and more disappearing with each thrust. I couldn't believe how much she was taking, how easily it took command of her.

Pulling myself from her mouth, I gave her one last hard pump with the toy and extracted it from her depths, replacing it with my own cock. She moaned even louder as soon as I entered her, my body slamming into her as I fucked her as hard as I could.

"You liked having a strange cock in you, didn't you?"

"Oh god yes, I did."

"What kind of a wife takes a strange dick like that?"

"Oh fuck" she practically screamed, "a naughty wife. Fuck your naughty wife. Punish me for what I've done. Make that pussy YOOUURRRSSS". An orgasm like I'd never seen her have before swept over her body, the bed creaking as she pulled against all four posts.

With the slap of one last hard thrust, I buried myself as deep insider her as I could, my load filling every inch of her pussy. She moaned again, a second orgasm accepting its prize.

Sweaty and spent, I collapsed on to her, kissing her deeply. That toy laid there beside us, no one having any idea of the trouble that would soon follow.

To be continued...