My husband was home earlier than usual the day my toy was delivered.
“So let me see it,” I demanded.
“Oh, you’re going to see it honey. Don’t’ worry, “then smiled, “Well maybe not see it.”
We had never used a sex toy in our marriage before and our first one was hidden somewhere in our home. A big black dildo just for me.
We showered and had dinner as usual, but he could tell I was distracted by the thought of the dildo he was keeping from me.
After dinner we settle into the living room to watch some TV. After a while, he left and returned with a large bulge between his legs creating a pup tent in his sweat pants.
“My friend is ready to meet you now. Get naked and on your knees,” he commanded.
I did as I was told, I took off my tee shirt and panties. Naked and kneeling in front of him with the enormous bulge in his pants in from of my face, he said, “Close your eyes.”
I did as I was told. Then something unexpected happen. I felt my husband’s hand on the back of my head, then an elastic strap tight against the back of my head followed by hard leather with soft pads over each eye. It was an eye mask.
“What’s this?” I asked stupidly.
“Open your eyes.”
“Did you get this from the same place as the dildo?”
Ignoring me, he asked, “Can you see anything?”
I couldn’t see a thing.
“Will you answer me, where did you get this?
I felt a hard piece of plastic across my face.
“Shut up and do what you are told,” he commanded me in a tone that I was not used to.
I reached for the dildo, I wanted to touch it, feel it’s length.
“Put your hands down. I didn’t say you could touch it,” he barked at me. “Grab your ankles and don’t let go until I tell you to let go.”
Although I was a bit shocked to hear my loving husband talk to me like a slave, I was enjoying him as my Dom. That’s what it’s called right?
With my hands holding my ankles he began to slap my face with the brown silicone. It was unexpected heavy; it stung my cheeks as he repeatedly slapped my face. Then abruptly he shoved it past my lips and into my mouth. Its width stretched my lips in much the same way that the real BBC did way back when.
“You look so pretty with that big brown cock in your mouth. Is that the way that guy fucked your mouth?”
He did not expect an answer with my mouth filled by that monster dildo. He pushed it in and out of my mouth several times. My mouth and jaw quickly ached from being stretched so wide.
He pulled it out of my mouth, “Spit on it, make it wet.”
The tip of the dildo was on my lips so I spit two gobs of spit. Then he shoved it back in my mouth.
Abruptly he pulled me by my arms onto my feet then back to the sofa, “Get on your back and pull your knees back as far as they can go. Make yourself wide open for Joe to fuck you.”
Abruptly I was on my back with my knees around my ears. My husband shoved his tongue in and out of my vagina several times, then pulled away.
“Joe my slut is ready for you to fuck. Pound her as hard as you like. She’s a fucking whore, she loves it hard.”
He named the dildo Joe? Without consulting me?
I would have chosen a different name.
The sex toy delivered that day by UPS was at the entrance to my cunt and my husband was slowly pushing it in. I couldn’t see anything which heighted the sensations to come. My husband moved it in and out quickly, each time shoving more of it in my hole. It stretched my cunt wide, in much the same way that the real BBC had all those years ago. It hurt at first, I was not used to having such a large object moving in and out of my vagina.
It was soon hitting the entrance of my cervix. It hurt so good. With his free hand he used his fingers to intermittently slap my clit.
Jack: Betty was already half way to her first orgasm. I had never seen her reach this state so quickly. The moaning, the closed eye lids, the “Oh fuck…Oh shit” and the like, the quick breaths, all indicated a full body spasm orgasm was minutes away. I slowed “Joe” down, I would push in about a third of the length, vary the tempo, one quick full-length stroke in then four slow quarter length strokes out. I used my fingers to tease her clit now and then, back and forth or up and down. Her head began to thrash from side to side. I loved the look of the black leather eye shade on her pale skin and blonde hair. Glad I added it to the order. The eye shades were not the only addition to the order.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she squealed. Even slowing down the speed of the cock pumping in and out of her pussy she rapidly approached the orgasm event horizon. When her orgasm began, I quickly sped up the pumping speed of the dildo. She stopped making sounds and my wife’s body tensed and shook as if her nervous system had been plugged into an electric current. I had never seen her orgasm so hard and long as multiple spasms gripped each muscle in turn.
While still in my post orgasmic bliss, my husband said, to the dildo as he left the room, “Ok Joe, that’s enough Mandingo cock for this slut. Get out of here, I’ll call you next time she requires a big black cock,”
“You’re talking to the dildo?”
Then he returned. To this day I don’t know where he hides “Joe”.
He grabbed me by my wrists and pulled my body to the edge of the bed so my head hung over the edge, “Shut up and come here. It’s time to show your appreciation for the black cock I allowed to fuck you by having your face fucked.”
What was happening? Where was my husband?
He pulled off the eye mask and even before my eyes could focus his hard cock was in my mouth, pushing deep into my throat. He made me gag repeated. He did not care.
“Slut your mouth is just for me to use. You are getting your face fucked. That’s my price for letting Joe come over and fuck you.”
I have no idea how long he took but finally he shot his load deep in my mouth.
This was getting weird. I would have been concerned except I loved it.