Stretching Her Mind
written by:
elguapo

My wife and I have always had a somewhat complicated love life. When its good, it's great. Better than great. Mind blowing, even. We can be more on the same page than any other couple I have ever known, and that doesn't just go for the bedroom. Most of our friends think we're the model couple. We almost never disagree, forget arguing. A similar sense of humor, similar sensibilities, in so many ways, we couldn't ask for more.

If there's one problem, though, it's that we are certainly prone to dry periods. I'm not even describing that properly. It's less a dry period, and more a lull in excitement. Let me try and explain.

Like many problems in a marriage, it goes back to the very beginning. You see, when we first met, Megan was a virgin. Not by necessity, mind you. She was smoking. I mean absolutely out of this world gorgeous. The girl left a trail of frustrated boys, and the occasional blue balls behind her. She was a wait for marriage girl, and dammit if she didn't mean it.

I remember the first time I saw her like it was yesterday. Taller than the average girl, she was almost my height, wearing a navy blue crop top that wasn't at all up to the task of concealing a perfectly perky set of C's, her wavy blonde hair just longer than shoulder-length and exquisitely coifed. And that ass, my God, so tightly packed in leather pants so small I can't imagine how she squeezed into them. It was a summer evening pool party, and he was leading some poor pathetic sap around by the nose. To this day I don't know what I did to draw her attention, and even less what I did to keep it, but all these years later, here we are.

In those first days, our sex life was explosive. She swore she was waiting for marriage, and hand to God, I was find with that. Honestly. If you had any idea what she can do with those lips of hers, you'd undoubtedly understand, but that's another story for another time.

I have to give her credit, for being a walking, talking, perfect 10 stop sign, she tried to keep things interesting. We watched porn together, we bought her a toy or two. Whatever it took to keep the fire burning. I think she was trying to make it up to me, her reluctance to have sex, even after it was so obvious to everyone we were going to be together forever. I appreciated the effort, and for the most part, things were great. Better than great.

The thing about the tightest little 19 year old body you've ever seen is, it doesn't stay a tight little 19 year old body. Years and a few kids later, she's never quite gotten over the extra pounds, the wear and tear every woman goes through. Again, I swear, there is nothing on this earth I find sexier than a confident, 30-something mom. It says about me what it says, but I have never found her hotter. And yet, her confidence wanes.

What I'm trying to say is, I've found I have to be a little more proactive that I used to, if we're going to keep things hot and interesting. Left to her up and down confidence, she'd leave us in long periods of turn-off-the-lights, climb-on, and get-this-over-with sex. I can just tell when she's not feeling right, and she just can't get herself into it. Did I take this personally for a time? Sure. You would too. But now I know it's not me. It just takes a little work.

So what do we do? When she's feeling confident and willing to express herself, our particular sexual proclivities match up almost perfectly. We watch porn, and often pretty raunchy porn. We have a rabbit vibrator she loves. In fact, we almost never have sex without a vibrator of some kind. And most of all, when the mood strikes her right, she loves to be tied up. My cock gets hard just thinking about it.

It's a mean fact of life, however, that even the wildest thing can become a little rote and mundane after a while, and we haven't introduced anything new to our love life in a while. When another inevitable lull set in, I decided it was time for action.

Now normally, I wait for her to suggest we make a new purchase, mostly because if she's not in the mood, or isn't feeling confident enough, you can't get an opinion out of her about what she wants. Case in point, a few years ago I suggested we get her some new lingerie. She halfheartedly agreed, but didn't express much of an opinion about what to get. And she wore it once, and rather sheepishly. It's never been seen again. Oh well.

But this time, I decided that maybe a surprise would spice things back up. One night, not long ago, after she'd gone to bed, I started browsing through some of our favorite online adult novelty stores. More than a few beers later, I was still searching, the number of potential options leaving me in a state of indecisive overload.

One of my favorite things is to have a toy in her while I lick her clit, so I started looking for something in that general category. And there it was, something I knew she'd never pick out for herself, but which I thought she'd very much like. I placed it in the cart, picked out a new DVD, and sent the order on its way.

The next Friday night was one of those random spring days that feels more like August than late-April. The kind that brings the hope of summer to your doorstep, sets the birds chirping, nature blooming, and puts everyone in a sexy mood.

Megan was late at work, so I threw a couple large steaks on the grill, cracked open a bottle of wine, and put two more of her favorite in the fridge. Better yet, I was the only one home when my package arrived. I'd just picked it up off the front steps when I heard the garage door open. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, I hustled it off to our bedroom closet.

Dinner on our covered deck as twilight set in was as romantic as it can get with two screaming kids, but sometimes in life you take what you've got, not what you want. Before long the kids were off to bed, and I found her still sitting on the deck, into her second bottle of wine. I turned on some music and joined her, the two of us enjoying the growing silence.

Soon the conversation randomly turned to life before each other. She'd seen an ex-girlfriend of mine at the supermarket, and asked what I'd ever seen in her. I've always been too charitable about my exes, much to my wife's mostly joking chagrin. So I extolled the various personal virtues of this now almost two-decade ago ex, and finished saying "plus, she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

Megan shot me a playfully scolding look and slapped me gently on the arm. "Oh you," she sighed, "typical man."

More than a little buzzed, I unwisely pressed on. "Seriously. She was really something."

Megan slugged back the last of her glass of wine, and then looked at the empty glass silently for a moment. "I need more wine. While I'm away, you think about the best blowjob you've ever gotten."

It's a trap! I'm not dummy, but there's no right answer here. Say it's my lovely wife, and she'll think I'm a liar and patronizing. Say anyone else, and I'm libel to end up on the couch for the night.

She wasn't gone long, and I hadn't yet solved the riddle, when she returned. I fumbled some answer about how great she was, and she rolled her eyes, and I thought that was that. But no, apparently she was feeling playful.

"Other than me" she started, giving me a sideways, don't mess with me glance, "what was the best sexual experience you ever had."

I took a long, contemplative drink and thought. It's a trickier question than you might imagine. "Well," I started cautiously, "I think it was in college. I was dating Angie."

Megan's eyes almost rolled out of her head. Of all my exes, this was her least favorite.

"I'd been working at the restaurant late. She was supposed to go out with her friends, and I didn't expect to see her that night. I came back to my apartment, and all my roommates were gone. I was just getting ready to collapse into bed when I hear the front door open and close. I figured it was one of the guys, but a few seconds later there was the knock at my door. She threw the door open, and was only half-standing in the doorway. Hammered. Absolutely hammered. And wearing the tiniest little black dress you've ever seen, at that. She kind of slurred at me 'you ordered a date' and, well."

"You ordered a DATE?" Megan questioned, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, she decided to come over and pretend to be a, you know..." I trailed off.

"What, like a hooker?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Fitting" Megan scoffed, sipping her wine and winking at me.

"Right. I don't know what it was. But you know me. She had the filthiest mouth that night, and..."

"Yeah, I get it. That DOES sound like you." Megan kidded, again slapping my arm.

"So turnabout's fair play. What about you?" I asked.

Megan gave me a too-proud smile, and said "You know I never had sex before you, so..."

"Not fair!" I cried out. You did things. What was the most exciting non-sex, sexual thing you did before me.

Megan took another big sip of her wine and thought for a moment. Then, almost at a whisper, she started to speak.

"Well, it wasn't long before we met. Actually, it was the weekend before we met. I'd been kind of seeing this guy, Jason."

"Yeah, I remember him. Fucking puppy dog following you around."

"Yeah, that's him" Megan replied, her face proud with the memory. "He really was. So the weekend before, we'd been at a party with a bunch of his frat buddies. I never liked them much, but the booze was free. I swear those assholes put something in the jungle juice, because pretty early in the night, we were both plowed. I mean completely off our ass drunk. He'd been pawing at me all night, and at first it was kind of annoying, but he sort of wore me down I guess. I can't tell you quite how it happened, but before long we were out on the back porch of their house. They had a bunch of couches and stuff back there, and we were sitting in one, and started making out. There were all kinds of people drinking and smoking in the back yard, and he kind of grabbed my hand and put it on his, you know. Poor guy was rock hard, and we hadn't even done anything. I'd barely paid attention to him at all. But we were making out, and he was kind of holding my hand on his crotch, and I was so drunk, so I just sort of started stroking him through his pants. I was wearing that pink halter top, remember, the one that tied behind the neck with two spaghetti strings, and I can't imagine how he got through all my hair without me knowing, but I swear it was a surprise when he untied it, and started sucking on my breasts."

"So your tits were out in front of everybody?" I asked, shocked. As confident as I knew she was in those days, I never would've guessed that.

"Yeah, kind of. It was dark, but I'm sure people could see. And I was proud of them, so I didn't care. So I was kind of stroking him through his jeans, and then he unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. He never wore underwear, and told me all the time, the weirdo, so before I knew it, there I was, jerking him off in front of a bunch of his friends."

"Holy shit!" I softly exclaimed, shocked. "Seriously?"

"And that's not all. So he's sucking on my tits, and I'm getting kind of horny, and he'd been begging me like a little lost puppy for weeks, so it must've been the alcohol talking, but I started giving him head."

"No fucking way!" I exclaimed, louder this time.

"He was pretty big. I kind of struggled at first. And he was so drunk. It seemed like it took forever. So there I am, my head in his lap, and he's rubbing me through my jeans. Remember those weird ones that laced up in the front rather than having a zipper or snaps? It was those. It must've been knowing people were watching, or something, but I almost soaked right through them. Thank GOD I was wearing those pants. They were impossible to get off. God only knows if he had..."

I sat there silent for a second, taking another long, stiff drink of my whiskey. I never would've guessed such a thing. I was a little jealous, honestly, but also more than a little turned on.

"So," I started, kind of gingerly, "he was big, huh?"

I could see Megan blushing through the night. "Yeah, he was pretty big."

I know what I am, and I know my wife loves me. But big, I am not. At least not long. I'm plenty girthy, but I'm decidedly average in the length department. I don't feel less than anyone else, or like I'm lacking, but I'd be lying if I said I haven't wondered if she wishes I was a little bit, I don't know, more. If she wishes she'd slept with someone else before me.

Maybe that's why I asked the question. Truth be told, the words were out of my mouth before they'd fully crossed my mind.

"So, was he the biggest you were ever with?"

Megan looked at me a little nervously, pouring herself another tall glass of wine. She sipped at it, staring at the bottom of the glass. It was clear she was thinking, considering. A sort of uncomfortable silence fell over us, the random spring evening sounds of the neighborhood encroaching on our private conversation.

"Well, no. He wasn't. That would be Todd. Fuck, I haven't thought about him in years. I'm not sure I've ever even talked about him. We only dated for a few weeks, my sophomore year of high school. He was a senior. He practically begged me to go out with him. I was never that into him, but I did give him a little handjob after a movie one night. He was only maybe the second or third guy I'd ever, you know, felt. That thing was, I mean, just ridiculous."

"Yeah?" I asked, sort of encouraging her. "That big?"

Now she was loosening up. She nodded an exaggerated "yes" while taking another big swig of her wine. "Huge. Like I said, I hadn't really messed around much before that, so I didn't know, I guess. One of my friends slept whit him a year or two later, and wouldn't shut up about it. And she'd be one to know."

"So how big are we talking here?" I asked, for reasons that escape me.

She kind of shrugged, really hitting the wine hard now. "Ten inches? Maybe bigger? I mean, it was like something out of a movie. I wish..." her voice trailed off.

My heart about skipped a beat. "You wish what?"

"I...well, I wish I'd known him a couple years later. I mean, I didn't have anything to compare him to. Maybe I'd have paid better attention or something. I thought they were all like that, I guess, at the time."

I laughed. "No, they aren't."

"I KNOW!" she teased, giving me a playful shove. "The next guy I dated was smaller. Like, the smallest. Maybe on earth. Poor guy. But Todd. Shit. I wonder what happened to him. Some poor girl out there is either really happy, or really sore. Maybe both." She gave me a wink.

Megan swirled the last few ounces of her bottle of wine around the bottom of her glass for a moment, not really saying anything. I could tell she was thinking, and considering what we'd been talking about, odds are it wasn't about me. I was sort of strangely okay with it. I know she's mine, I know she loves me, but I always wondered if she'd wished she'd experimented more. It would only be natural for her to wonder what it would've been like.

Throwing her hair bag with a triumphant flourish, she downed the last of her wine and grabbed the empty bottle by the neck. Leaning in, her boozy breath filled my nose with the sweet scent of good wine. "Meet me inside" she whispered in my ear, then twirled and disappeared into the dark house.

I gave myself a second to settle down before I followed her into the house. Just on the drunk side of buzzed is the best place to get her if I want to have a little fun in the bedroom, so this was panning out perfectly.

Entering our large master suite, the room was cast in shadow, with the only light coming from the halfway open bathroom door. On the nightstand, I saw she'd quietly replaced her empty wine glass with another. No slowing down tonight, apparently.

"Babe," she called out from the bathroom. "How about a movie?" she asked, in a playful inflection that makes it clear she's not talking about a family comedy.

"You got it." I responded, pushing the bathroom door open to retrieve my recent purchases from the closet. Still in the box, it took me a second to get everything together. I knew she'd balk if I just tossed the new toy on the bed, so I left it in the box and returned to our room, biding my time.

Our bedroom was almost pitch black, but I could see she'd already climbed under the covers. I walked over and turned on the DVD player that, truthfully, is only there for this exact purpose.

My purchase had been, well, prescient, I guess. Something about housewives and big cocks. Seems appropriate, no? I still hadn't told her I'd bought a couple surprises, so I wondered how long it would take for her to notice. Sliding into bed beside her, I grabbed the remote of the nightstand and hit play. A few seconds later, a thin brunette on the youthful side of motherhood was cleaning a kitchen, when a well-built man appeared at the sliding glass door. A neighbor or something. It didn't take Megan long.

"Is this new?" she questioned.

"Yeah, so, I made a surprise purchase. It had been a long time since we bought a new one."

"Huh" she half muttered. The girl on the screen was on her knees already, her sundress pulled down to reveal her smallish breasts, and she was unfurling a pretty impressive length of manhood from her visitor. She quickly went to work.

When we watch porn together, honestly, I find myself watching Megan more than the screen. Normally, she follows a predictable pattern. First, she complains about how bad the acting is. Then she makes nervous little jokes, and then at some point she kind of locks in. If you watch her closely, you can almost spot the moment she goes from "nervous" to "into it." It's fucking hot, I have to tell you. There is nothing I find sexier than a woman visibly turning that corner into sexually awakened. Her whole expression changes. It's amazing.

Much to my surprise, we were skipping right past the first predictable steps. Maybe it was all the wine, but maybe it was something, uh, bigger. She was transfixed already. I try and keep her from catching me watching her, since I know it makes her self-conscious, but it's hard. Really hard. I glanced back at the screen to find the girl up on a counter, the guy sloppily eating her out. I kept looking back and forth, the sex on screen and Megan barely blinking. Then the guy stood up and aimed his large manhood for a "housewife" who suddenly looked even smaller.

I shifted partially onto my side, so I could really watch Megan's reaction. I heard the girl squeal, and Megan's hips made an unmistakable shift under the covers when he inserted himself. Megan ran her hands over the covers a little, her body shifting with excitement beneath. She was barely blinking, and she sure as hell wasn't noticing that I was completely staring at her now. She licked her lips, then bit her lower lip. Porn always turned her on, but this was something else. She was really into it. Eventually I heard a gruff growl, and dammit if Megan didn't let out a little coo, almost a hungry moan. Glancing over to the TV, sure enough, the guy was cumming all over the girl's pretty face. Fade to black and now we're in a pretty large house, and a door bell rang. Down the stairs came a very voluptuous middle aged blonde. The guy at the door was her daughter's boyfriend or something. It didn't much matter, because thirty seconds later his cock was in her mouth. It wasn't quite as big as the last guy, but still pretty impressive.

Megan hadn't looked away from the TV for a single second. She was softly running her hands over her upper thighs, and her transfixed expression looked amazing in the cool glow of the TV. Shifting my weight a little more in her direction, I started to run my hand over the silky fabric of the comforter. She wiggled underneath again, her eyes only briefly leaving the TV to look at me. I leaned in and gave her the smallest kiss on the cheek, then on the neck. She reached over and ran her hand over my leg, through the comforter, but didn't stay moving for long.

Taking a cue that she wasn't quite ready to be done watching yet, I sat back up a little and turned back to the TV. The guy had the blonde bent over a couch, her enormous breasts swaying back and forth as he fucked her. About then, he pulled out and shot a giant load all over her bronzed ass.

Megan stirred a little beside me, wiping a small bead of sweat from her brow. Then she turned over towards me, a twinkle in her eye.

"You know," she started, and I already knew what was coming next, "you could tie me up."

Done and done! Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, I swung my feet around and almost jumped off the bed. We keep a set of restraints under our mattress, but the little cuffs that go with it stay in our closet. A perfect time to retrieve my little surprise. Flipping the light on in our closet to find them, further inspiration struck. Along the wall, on her side of the closet, was one of our favorite playthings. A large foam wedge-type pillow. We hadn't used it in months, and we hadn't used it at all with the restraints. This seemed like a perfect moment. Grabbing it, and the restraint cuffs, I almost galloped back to our room.

Megan lay still in bed, her eyes still on the screen. I'm not sure she'd even noticed I'd gone, she was so into this movie. I slowly walked towards her and took ahold of her left wrist, which had been resting gently on her still-covered left leg. Sliding the velcro strap around her slender wrist, I secured it into place. She looked at me momentarily, then smiled and sat up, presenting me her right hand. After that was ready, she started kicking the covers off the bed. turning her legs towards me. I attached the restraint to each of those, and while I was doing so, she noticed the pillow.

"Oh really?" she playfully teased.

"I thought we'd try this a different way tonight" I said, turning to pick it up and putting it on the bed.

"Oh good," she said, climbing up onto all fours. "I was hoping you'd point it towards the TV."

I gave her wink and reached for the straps from the head end of the bed. Clasping the first one into place, I readjusted the usual foot straps to connect to her wrist. A moment later, she was secured by four points, her plump little ass pointed skyward. Picking up the rest of my surprises for her, I climbed onto the bed between her legs. Even in the dark light of only the TV screen, I could see a slight glisten between her thighs. She was really, really excited. I knee-walked closer to her, so I was positioned right behind her. The sight of her pretty ass glowing in the TV light, her face turned towards some increasingly raunchy porn, it was just about the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

I slowly grabbed each of her ass cheeks, giving them a little shake before running just the tips of my fingernails up her back, my semi-hard cock dangling just an inch or so from her. She moaned slightly as my fingers slowly scratched up, then back down, the pale skin of her back. I turned a little so I could look at her bottom, then gave her right cheek a nice little shake followed a firm, hard smack.

"Oh" she cried out, half surprise, half moan.

I kept running her right ass cheek, giggling it softly, then giving her another hard, firm smack. This time her moan was lusty, instinctive.

"You like the new movie I bought us?" I asked, hoping to tease the wild, talkative side out of her I like best.

"Mmm" she moan in reply, "I do."

Releasing her cheek, I ran a single finger down the base of her spine, then down her ass crack, and finally across her absolutely drenched pussy. I'm not kidding, in almost 20 years, I've never felt her this wet. It was like some deep reservoir of lust had sprung a silky leak deep inside her. She moaned softly, her hips bucking ever so subtly as I finally touched her. Spreading her pussy lips aside, I continued to run my finger up and down her slit, finally stopping on the tiny pink bud of her womanhood. She moaned loudly as I started to massage it, her juices covering my finger.

Not only was she turned on, but I could barely stand it. Climbing off the bed, I walked around to the foot of the bed, where her eyes remained fixed on some big dicked dude on the TV. Grabbing myself by the shaft, I pointed myself towards her pretty red lips, which willingly parted for me. She moaned again, her ass wiggling as I fed myself to her, slowly fucking her mouth until I was all the way hard. She was eager, almost hungry the way she sucked on me, her tongue massaging the tip of my cock as I slowly slid it in and out of her gorgeous face.

I have to admit, I couldn't help but think about those same pretty lips tightly wrapped around a cock apparently much larger than mine. It was so hot, so much hotter than it probably should have been. Especially when I realized she wasn't so much looking at me while she was sucking me off, but still keeping an eye on the digital performance just a few feet to my side.

As my orgasm too quickly approached, I pulled myself from her clutches and gently slapped the tip of my penis on the side of her face, eliciting a naughty smile. Climbing back on the bed, I gave her another hard smack on the ass, followed by another. She trembled before me, wiggling her ass at me in a way that both begged me to stop and pleaded for more. Rubbing it firmly, I asked her "So you like the new movie?"

"Oh god yes." she moaned, as I spanked her hard once more.

"Do you like watching the girls, or those great big cocks?"

She wiggled again, moaning softly as I slid my finger back down her slit. "I like them both."

I spanked her again, a harder than before. "What do you like more?"

She let out a squeal, then muttered, almost into to bed itself "I like seeing those big cocks."

"I knew it" it teased, again flicking her clit with the tip of my finger. "You like watching those women take those great big cocks deep inside them, don't you?"

"Oh god yes" she cried in reply.

"And do you wish you had a big cock like that to play with?"

She didn't answer at first, but buried her face in the bed, her body shaking as I continued to rub her clit ever so softly.

"Do you?" I asked, again slapping her hard on the ass.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cried, almost a scream.

"Then tell me" I commanded once more, punctuating my demand with another spanking.

"I want..." she moaned, her back arching to meet my tender caresses, "I want to play with a big cock."

Reaching behind me to pick up my last surprise, I noticed just how big the toy I'd bought was. Bright red, but slightly transparent, it was at least eight or nine inches long. Much longer than I'd first realized. And for being jelly like and red, it was so lifelike, with thick groves and pretend veins giving it a manly texture. The base was a hard black plastic, a twist of which gave it a hard vibrating motion. I knew that if she were to pick it up, her hand would just about disappear around it.

Aiming it towards her pleading wetness, I placed just the tip on the edge of her dripping lips. She shook ever so slightly as I did, completely unaware of what I had in store for her.

"Then I have one more surprise for you." I said gently, teasing her. "I got more than a new movie in the mail today."

"Oh really?" she half whispered in reply. "And what is that?"

"A new friend" I responded. "I think you'll like it."

I started by running just the tip up and down her well prepared slit, her lips spreading easily for it. I was kind of surprised even more by how big it seemed next to her, how far apart it spread her open. Turning the base, it started to vibrate, which earned me an appreciative moan. Her clit completely disappeared behind the thick head. Her hips shook with pleasure as I pressed it hard against her, then slid it back down between her lips. In the soft glow of the TV, I could see the head was already slick with her juices. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I thought.

So I moved the head so it was perfectly lined up with her tiny little hole. Pushing as gently as I could, it just barely moved her flesh to the side. "Oh fuck, what IS that?" she cried out, more scared than excited.

"You'll see, just relax." I told her, giving her clit a little rub of encouragement. With me rubbing her clit and the vibrating head of a fake cock on her hole, it must've been enough to calm her down. Not only did she relax, she pushed back on it, just the head finally entering the outer reaches of a pussy that has known virtually nothing but me. She moaned again as I pulled it back out, then reinserted it again, slightly further this time. Her lips spread wide open, coating the sides of the toy in her slippery pleasure. Slowly, I started fucking her with it. She wasn't taking more than two, maybe three inches at first, but she was moaning like a wild woman, clearly enjoying it.

"Oh, that's amazing" she softly cried.

"I'm sure it is" I encouraged her. "Keep watching the TV, think about what one of those giant cocks would feel like."

She arched her back a little, which was just enough for more of the toy to slip quickly in. She moaned as loudly as I'd ever heard her, at least six inches of the toy filling her as full as she'd ever bed. Again slowly at first, I pulled the toy back out until just the head was in, and then plunged it six inches back in. Her hips bucked with pleasure as I picked up the pace, fucking her faster and faster, but careful not to give her more than she'd already had.

"Are you watching the TV?" I asked her.

"Oh fuck yes." she moaned in reply.

"What are they doing?" I teased.

"A girl is taking a great big cock deep into her pussy." She lustily responded.

"Do you want a big cock deep inside you?" I asked, pulling the toy back so only the very tip of the head was inside her.

"Oh fuck yes. I do."

"Tell me" I demanded, slapping her again on the ass.

"I want a big cock deep in my little pussy" she begged.

Just as the last words were leaving her lips, I pushed the toy as deep into her as I could, giving her at least eight inches of it.

"HOLY FUCK!" she screamed, almost rattling the windows. As if by remote control, her legs trembled with a long orgasm, her pussy becoming so wet it was literally running down her inner legs. "FUCK FUCK FUCK, what IS that?" she begged.

"Your new friend" I responded, pulling it from her and then diving back in again. She let out another moan unlike anything I'd heard before as I started to slowly fuck her with its almost its full length. I couldn't believe she was taking so much!

"Fuck yes baby" she moaned in pleasure, "give it to me." She was lost in a lusty haze now, her hips fighting against her restraints to participate as I slowly fucked her. Increasing the pace, I slapped her hard on the ass, giving me another tremble of her whole body.

"Do you like that big, hard cock baby?"

"Oh my fucking God" she cried, as the last inch finally slipped in. "It's so fucking big. It's splitting me open. I don't think I can take...I can take much...oh fuck...oh fuck yes!" Another orgasm shot in wave after wave over her. I could feel her formerly light little snatch grabbing the toy, squeezing it as she came.

I gave her another hard spank on the ass. "That's so fucking hot" I told her, "I love watching my dirty little girl take that cum all over that great big cock."

She ground her hips against the faster and faster fucking of her new plastic boyfriend, her words coming out only in low groans. "Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard."

"That's my girl" I encouraged her. "Keep taking that big cock like the little slut you are."

"Oh fuck yes, I'm your little slut. I'm your big cock slut. FUCK, I've been wanting a big cock like this for so long. Fuck me like the dirty little cock whore I am!"

I could hardly believe my ears. I was constantly encouraging her to talk dirty to me, but she'd never given in so completely like this.

"Stretch that pussy open!" she cried out. "Ruin that dirty little cunt with that big hard cock. OH FUCK!" Her whole body shook as she came as hard as I'd ever seen in my life. Her legs were soaked with her own juices.

I couldn't take another second. Pulling the toy from her, I was amazed at how wide open her pussy stayed. I slid in so easily, and I have to be honest, she felt completely different. I expected to cum so fast, but it took me a lot longer than I anticipated. She was so stretched out, so used up. She moaned softly as I started to fuck her, her ass shaking with each thrust as deep as I could go.

As I fucked her, I ran my fingers back up her back, then grabbed her luscious blonde locks, pulling her head upright. I felt this uncontrollable urge to reassert myself somehow. "Tell me whose pussy this is," I demanded, sounding angrier and more forceful than I'd intended.

"Oh fuck baby, that little hole is all yours. I'm your little slut forever."

Giving her one last slap on the ass with my free hand, I buried myself deep in her and shot stream after stream of my sticky seed deep into her wide open hole. She moaned softly as I did, and when I pulled out, it joined her own juices running down her leg.

Unfastening her arms and legs, she rolled back and we fell almost instantly into a deep, sweaty, satisfied sleep.

A few hours later, though, I was awakened by a soft humming sound. Reaching over to snuggle in, I found my wife missing, her side of the bed totally empty. But there she was, sitting against the wall across the room, absolutely plowing away at herself, her breasts heaving as she pushed her new toy as deep as it would go. I was so turned on, and I immediately rose and fed her my quickly renewed cock. It was hot, and she came again twice, and I finished all over her chin and tits, but I have to admit, I kind of wonder what I've unleashed in my previously shy little wife.