It's harder still to believe it all started on a random Tuesday night, in the middle of the summer. Tuesdays aren't for discover or adventure. They're for getting through the week.
This particular Tuesday, however, was a little different. Taylor's husband, the father of her children, had taken the kids to her parent's house for the week. They still had to work, but with the kids gone, the evenings would be like a mini-vacation.
For that, Taylor was grateful, and excited.
They'd discussed going out for dinner, but it took Chad longer than expected to drop the kids off, so Taylor called an audible, made a pitcher of margaritas, and waited by the pool for her husband to arrive.
Eventually, Chad walked through the door, looking frazzled and stressed. Grateful he'd made the trip and given her a chance to finish work for the day and relax a little, she resoled to make it up to him. Handing him a glass, Chad settled into the lounge chair next to her.
Looking at her husband, Taylor thought about all they'd been through across all the years. So many ups and downs, good times and bad. They'd been to counseling, improved their communications, and things were getting better.
Things were getting better, everywhere, Taylor thought to herself. One of the things they'd been working on was spicing things up in the bedroom. Chad had complained things had gotten stale and predictable, and Taylor was really trying. She found she was even liking it. The more adventurous they got, the more she looked forward to it.
They hadn't been doing anything too crazy, mind you. She'd been trying to say "yes" as much as possible. To let her husband's mind run a little wild. It took some time to build the trust, but she was encouraging to share with her the things that would excite him. He was finally starting to be honest.
First, they watched a little porn together. Taylor thought it would be gross and dirty, but she found she really liked it. She even made the suggestion they watch, a few times. Then she surprised him with a blowjob around the pool, one night. The thought someone might see them, even though it was very unlikely, was a huge turn-on.
Then, Chad suggested they buy a few toys. Taylor had a vibrator years ago, but it had broken and she'd never replaced it. She worried Chad would feel emasculated if they had a little help, but he seemed to really, really, really like them. It had opened a whole new world for them, and Taylor was glad for it.
Secretly, with the kids gone, she was hoping they could have a sexy little week.
The pitcher now empty, she suggested they take things upstairs. The small tent in Chad's pants told her he was more than ready. Taylor practically skipped up the stairs.
Beating Chad to the bedroom, Taylor disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. She'd bought something sexy a while back, and had been waiting for the right time to surprise him. The margaritas had been more than a little strong; on the far side of quite buzzed, she decided this was as good a night as ever.
Hiding in a box, in their walk-in closet, was a lacy little black thing. The spaghetti string straps hung snugly on her shoulders, a see-through lacy bit cascading down her pale skin, gently settling around her full breasts. A matching set of panties pulled up, her shaved mound almost visible through them.
Looking in the mirror, she thought she looked good and sexy. Messing with her dark brown hair, she turned and opened the door.
"Hi, babe," she said, posing in the doorway.
Chad was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes going wide as his wife strutted in his direction. Standing in front of him, she teased him. "See anything you like?"
He smiled and swallowed. She could see how turned on he was already.
Leaning forward, her breasts swinging down and dangling beneath her outfit, she stopped with her face just inches from him.
"What do you want to do tonight?" she cooed, looking directly into his eyes. He didn't answer at first. "Anything you want."
"Anything?" he asked, his voice breaking slightly.
"Anything," she replied, anxious for his response.
Chad sat silently for a moment longer. Taylor tingled with anticipation. When he paused, he usually had something fun in mind.
"Wait here, for a second," Chad said, leaning forward to give her a peck of a kiss. Taylor stood back up, making room as he walked past her, into the closet. She heard him moving things around, until he returned a moment later.
Standing in the doorway, backlit, she saw something in his hand. Long and thick, it dangled towards his knee.
"Oh," she said, smiling. A couple weeks ago, he'd surprised her with a few additional toys. One of them was a pink-ish dildo. They'd only used it once, and she'd had a hard time getting all the way into it.
It was all psychological. It felt good. Too good. She couldn't help but think about how it was both longer and thicker than Chad, and she felt guilty about that thought the whole time.
Maybe this time she could just lose herself, let go, and enjoy.
"What do you have in mind," she asked, cocking a hip to the side.
"I..." Chad's voice broke, "I want to wat....I want to watch."
Taylor couldn't help but open her eyes wide. "Watch?" she asked.
"Yes. I want watch you." Chad said, his voice nervous.
Taylor wasn't sure, but reminded herself of her resolution to say yes, as often as possible. Chad had asked her to touch herself before, but probably not since they were dating, many years ago. She'd gone along with it, but she could never quite get into it. She liked to masturbate, and she definitely knew how to make herself finish, but something about being seen made it harder.
But yes. Yes was supposed to be the answer. Give in. Give it a try. Spice things up. Make things stronger.
Taylor smiled, trying to reassure her husband. "Ok." she said, confidently.
Chad lit up. She could see the nervousness give way to excitement. Lifting his arm, he put the toy on display. "It has this suction cup, on the end," he said. "I thought..."
Taylor knew exactly what he thought. One of his favorite things was for her to be on top, to ride him. If that's what he wanted, she thought, that's what he could get.
She walked towards him, reaching out and taking the dildo out of his hand. "Go have a seat," she told him.
Chad practically skipped across the room, pulling his clothes off and tossing them aside as he did. Taylor watched, smiling, as her husband sunk into the easy chair in the far corner of the room, his dick out and already plenty hard.
Taylor wasn't entirely sure what to do. She wasn't much of a performer, after all.
Taking the toy, she moved towards the foot of their bed, just a few feet from Chad. Their footboard was almost the perfect height, she thought, as she sat down on it, facing her husband. Rubbing her hands over her lingerie, she cupped her breasts and shook them at him.
Chad was entranced, to say the least. He was staring at her like she could never remember. Something about the intensity of his gaze was really turning her on, as she continued playing with her breasts. Moving her hands down, she started to rub herself through her panties. Her husband half-moaned as she laid back, pulling her panties aside, and exposing herself for him.
Laying back on the bed, Taylor closed her eyes and felt her own wetness between her fingers. For a moment, she pretended she were all alone, doing things exactly the way she liked best. Lifting up her ass, she pulled the panties down, tossing them aside, and continued rubbing herself. It felt really good.
Then she heard Chad, a soft, almost moan from across the room. Opening her eyes and looking down her body, she saw him stroking himself, his eyes wide and locked in. There was something really hot about it, she found, and it encouraged her to keep going.
She found herself craving something inside, which wasn't how she typically felt while masturbating. Sliding her fingers in, it felt good, but not good enough.
Suddenly, she was glad Chad had made the request he had made.
Sitting up on the bed, slid slid down and knelt on the floor. Picking up the toy, she stuck the suction cup to the footboard of the bed, pointing straight up. She wasn't quite sure what to do next, what Chad wanted, but she decided if he wanted a show, she should put on a show.
Sitting up higher on her knees, she took the toy in her hand, and spit on it. Then, using her hand, she stroked the spit onto it, trying to get it wet. Leaning forward, she wrapped her mouth around it. She'd never giving a blowjob to a toy before, but if Chad wanted to see her using it, she was going to use it. As sloppy and wet as she could, she tried to cover it in as much spit as she could, getting it ready.
"Fuck, baby. So sexy," she heard Chad gasp from somewhere behind her. He seemed to like her pretending it was real.
Rising to her feet, she turned towards him, lowering herself down until the toy was rubbing between her ass cheeks. Chad's face was so intense. She couldn't remember him ever looking so turned on.
"You want me to ride this toy?" she asked.
Chad shook his head in the affirmative.
Taylor reached between her legs, taking the toy and pushing its wide head against her. It felt so big, she wasn't sure if she'd gotten the toy wet enough. Pushing down, she quickly realized it didn't matter. She was so wet, it slid in immediately.
With a gasp, she felt it separate her lips, opening herself up. Slowly, she slid down, rising back up, and coating it as she did. Sliding further down, she looked down. It almost looked real, flesh colored and textured like the real thing.
Looking up, she looked at Chad. He was smoking himself, his eyes unblinking and staring at her. Closing her eyes, she slid down, feeling it fill her as much as she'd ever been filled in her lift.
"Fuck," she muttered, starting to move up and down its length, before settling down.
She felt her legs meet the cold wood of the footboard.
"Baby," she gasped, "it's all the way in." Chad moaned in appreciative reply.
Taylor started grinding her hips back and forth, using it to pleasure all of her pussy. She could feel it rubbing against all her walls, massaging her. It felt so good, it was almost primal when she started to slide up and down it. Before she knew it, she was almost bouncing on it, loving the twin sensations of her pussy empty and desperate, then filled again.
She felt her breasts bouncing up and down as she did, pulling her lingerie over her head, and tossing it aside. She looked down, the sight of it entering and exiting her so sexy, almost intoxicating.
"Fuck baby," she moaned, "it's so big."
"Do you like that cock in you?" Chad asked, from across the room. There was something so different about his voice. She couldn't remember ever hearing it before.
"I do," she moaned in reply.
"Ride that big dick, baby." Chad encouraged her.
She barely needed it. With abandon, Taylor bounced up and down on it, closing her eyes. For a moment, it felt real, as if she were riding someone with a giant cock, pleasuring her, filling her, so perfectly.
"Take it from behind," she heard Chad instruct. Obediently, Taylor rose up, letting it fall out of her. Plucking it off the footboard, she stuck it to the front, letting it hang free, pointed out into the room.
Crawling to her knees, she positioned herself so that it was dangling just behind her. Reaching between her knees, she slid it back in. Slowly, she started moving back and forth.
"Fuck, baby," she moaned, "that feels so good. It's sooo deep."
She heard Chad grunt. Looking up, he was furiously jerking himself off. It was so hot, watching him almost abuse himself, using his hand to almost pound his own dick.
It turned her on so much, she started driving back onto the toy. Her tits hanging free, slinging back and forth. Putting her head down, her hair fell to either side, as she pleasured herself with complete abandon.
"Tell me," Chad demanded, desperately.
She looked up at him.
"Tell me what you're doing."
Taylor locked eyes with him. Her pussy felt completely full. Reaching back with one hand, she massaged her clit. "I'm getting fucked from behind while you jerk off," she said.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"I love it baby. I love you touching yourself while I get fucked so good."
Chad was almost pleading now. "Tell me more."
"It's filling my married cunt, baby." Taylor replied, surprised at herself. "It's filling me right up, so thick and full and deep."
"Are you going to cum?" Chad asked, sliding down the chair, almost crawling towards her.
"Yes, baby. It's going to make my little pussy cum so good," Taylor replied, her body starting to shake.
Chad moved to within a few inches of her. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her deeper onto it. Gripping her, he gently forced her to fuck the toy, the footboard groaning as her ass slammed against it.
"Fuck yes baby, I'm...I'm..." she couldn't finish. Her body seized and shook, her entire being overcome with a mind-bending orgasm.
It felt like it went on forever, until she felt his hands in her hair. Pulling her face up, he stroked himself directly at her face. Before she could say anything, or do anything, he shot a thick load directly into her face, covering her nose and mouth with his white cum.
Chad fell back, panting. Taylor leaned forward, the toy finally exiting her. Falling forward, she collapsed onto her husband, both of them struggling to catch their breath.
They sat there for what felt like forever.
"Did you like?" Chad asked. She could tell he was nervous about the answer.
"Baby, I loved it. We can do that anytime you want." she replied. Yes was supposed to always be the answer, but this time, she definitely meant it.
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