“Do you want to use that vibrator again tonight?” my husband asked, trying not to seem too excited.
“Sure, but this time we have sex first and use it after. I get why she said it was too intense.”
“What? Who said it was too intense? Where did you get it from, one of your friends from work?”
“Yes,” I justified my response, since technically my friend from work did give me the vibrator, and I chose not to say who said it was too intense and my husband didn’t realize they were two separate people.
“Ok, let’s do a strip tease with a quick fuck finish, have some dinner, then use your new toy for dessert.”
I agreed, and began plotting my moves, hoping to add some extra spice to tonight’s session. After my husband left for work, I laid out my outfit on the bed, which included a plug and a harness with another one of our smaller dildos. Being careful not to get my clothes in the picture and ruin the surprise, I took a picture of the the plug and dildo, sent it to my husband, and told him I’d be wearing both all day to make sure I was properly excited for tonight, and I wanted him to record our session before dinner. He said good choice with the strap on, and wished me luck at work hoping no-one would notice my ‘cock’, and that he couldn’t wait for my strip tease.
Wearing the plug and strap on all day was exhausting, I had to fish the plug out of my underwear several times after it popped out, once with my hand in my underwear as my boss walked by my desk, commenting to me about the weather, oblivious to my predicament. I did enjoy the feeling of secretly wearing a cock all day, often smiling like a psycho at my coworkers, tickled by the thought of their heads exploding if they saw the outline, or even imagined me doing something so naughty. The only downside was how much sweatier I was, and using the toilet was more of a hassle (although I did manage to snap a nice video for my husband at lunch).
That night I came home to find my husband in our living room, the smell of dinner in the crock pot filling the house. “You look tired dear, why don’t you take off your work clothes and relax? The baby is at the sitter’s, and we don’t have to pick them up for a few hours.”
Still feeling sticky with sweat, extremely turned on, but not exactly sexy, I began my tease, unbuttoning my blouse, sliding it off my shoulder and giving my husband a smirk as I bent over, pulled my long skirt up and slid my thong to the side, and playfully removed my plug. I removed my bra, throwing it at his feet, turned around, crawling on my knees to him, peeking up through my eyelashes as I offered up my plug to him like a treasure, perched in both hands. Uninterested, he instructed me to stand, and continue my tease, in front of the window, opening the possibility that a neighbor walking their dog might see us.
Obeying him, I positioned myself in front of the window, ensuring I was still in the frame for his video. I slid my skirt off, using my foot to kick it towards my husband, missing by several feet. My hands began caressing my breasts, holding and concealing more than usual, worried about passerbys. I shook my ass at my husband, my butt relieved to finally be free of the plug after having it inserted for most of the day.
“Turn around dear. I want to see you touch your cock through your underwear. And I’ll be sure to let you know if anyone walks past the window and can see your ass.”
I spun around, and began gyrating my hips while keeping my feet shoulder width apart. I put my hand inside my underwear, and ran my finger up the side of the shaft, circling the tip, before lowering the band and bringing it out to show my husband briefly. I feigned embarrassment and stuffed it back inside my thong, with the head pointed towards my left hip. I bent down on my heels, grasping my dick with my right hand, making the fabric tight, and digging my fingers tips into my thigh, rubbing my outer lips with my pinky. My husband took out his cock to play with, suggesting I do the same.
I yanked my strap on out of my panties aggressively, the band coming to rest on my underside, the friction making me smile as I moved. I moved the harness and thong to the side, granting me access to my pussy, sticking 3 fingers deep inside. I brought them to my face, breathed in my scent, then began to stroke myself, gently encircling my cock, loosely connecting my thumb and index finger, staying lower on the base, avoiding my tip.
“Oh no, looks like Mrs. Johnson is taking a walk. Feel free to continue your show, or cover up if you want.”
Not wanted to kill our elderly neighbor, I put my strap on back in my thong, and dropped to my knees, below the window sill. I crawled to my husband, putting my hands on each knee, gently spreading further apart. I let my hair touch his thigh and penis, enjoying watching him squirm. I gave him a few licks, earned a low moan, then put the tip in my mouth, sucking with all my strength. Looking to extend our foreplay a little, I turned around and began crawling towards the window, my ass high, the base of the strap on poking thorough the side, allowing me to feel a cool breeze on my pussy, which was getting noticeably warmer.
“Hold up,” my husband said suddenly. “What are those?”
“What?” I asked innocently.
“Those underwear. What pair are they?”
I told him they were my favorite comfy pair, I figured if I had to wear my plug and harness all day, I might as well be comfortable. Confused, my husband walked over and took a closer look. “These are old, the band is all frayed. Did you replace the pair we sent your fan last month?”
“In a manner of speaking” I demurred.
Suddenly serious, he demanded to know where my underwear came from. I said Calvin Klein. Frustrated, he grabbed my arms and said, “No, where did this pair come from?”
“I was starting to get worried about your eyesight. My fan returned these to me a few weeks ago. Well, actually they returned them to my friend at work, I didn’t want to give out our address. They wrote me and said they were losing their scent, and if I would be so kind as to freshen them up, they’d send a special reward for us to use.”
In shock, my husband stood there, jaw literally open. “So, you weren’t wearing the plug and strap on for me, you wore them for him?”
“No, not for him. I mean, I did a little so they would have a stronger smell that hopefully lasts longer. But I didn’t take pictures for him, and that video is for your eyes only. Don’t be upset, I was hoping you would notice as soon as I started stripping. Plus, that vibrator we used for the second fan was our reward/thank you.”
“I’m not upset at all, I’m actually turned on that you’re trying to make it extra special for him, and including me in it. I thought we moved on to a new admirer, I just didn’t realize you were still interacting with the first one still.”
I noticed that my husband’s cock had remained hard during our conversation, and had actually gotten even harder as we talked, raising above his belly button, not content with being horizontal. Noticing my eyes, and remembering the camera, he repositioned it so it pointed towards our couch. He sat down and instructed me to straddle him, facing the camera. I moved into position, and went to take off my thong, when he stopped me, and told me to keep it on. “Fucking you while wearing those, knowing they helped get another guy off, and knowing he’ll jerk off again is an Inception level turn on.”
I pulled the pair to the side, taking my strap on out too, and adjusted the harness giving my husband access to his reward. He grabbed my hips and brought me down forcefully onto his long cock. Despite my excitement, the motion hurt, and I winced in pain. He relaxed his grip, and allowed me to go at my pace. I started going up and down slowly, only taking 3 or 4 inches at a time. I loved this position because it allowed me to fully feel my husband, but given his length, it also was the one that took longest to acclimate to, especially without lube. As my vagina continued to expand and take more of his length internally, I used my fingers to play with his balls, gently squeezing on my downward motion, and running my finger on his perineum on the upward motion. He moaned in approval, then began using his hands on me; the left reaching around and massaging my breast, which instantly began leaking milk. He used his right to catch some milk, licked it clean, then repeated the process, this time using my milk as lube as he began stroking my cock. His motions matched mine, slow and sensual, and he would also play with my balls every so often, and use the proximity to ensure my clitoris was being properly stimulated. After several moments enjoying this pace, my husband began increasing the speed he was stroking me, a clear signal he wanted me to do the same.
I had become comfortable accepting his full length inside me, relishing the sensation, and would bounce extra hard on his thighs to ensure full penetration. Detached, I wondered if the video would show his dick’s tip moving under my skin. If so, my guess is it would be several inches above my belly button, and look like the scene from Alien as I would occasionally grind his cock when fully inserted and feel intense pressure in my abdomen. Once I increased my pace, he neglected my cock, and focused on my tits, each hand covering one, fingers lightly tracing my nipples, pinching between his fingers. He massaged them too, alternating tender and tough by each side, my mind unable to decide its preference, as evidenced by my free flowing milk, regardless of how hard or light he manipulated my breasts and nipples.
Nearing my zenith, I increased my pace, thankful for my leg workouts which allowed me to ride my husband in this position for so long, and enabled me to raise and lower myself on his rod. The frenzied pace coupled with his hands attention elsewhere, caused my dick to begin flopping wildly. I would feel it slap my stomach, eerily close to where my husband’s penetrated me internally. When I felt it, I’d hear my husband grunt, mistakenly thinking he could feel our cocks meeting, almost giving the other a high five in ecstasy. Quickly, I realized his grunts were not in appreciation, but pain, as my downward swing was smacking him squarely in his balls, which were already about to explode. I subtly changed my motion, and included a hip grind, that had several positive impacts: it caused my cock to begin helicoptering instead of going up and down, it increased the pressure of my harness on my clit. The cock hitting my thighs coupled with my husband’s hands on my chest allowed me to pretend there was someone else in the room, with four pairs of hands touching me, trying to get me off. I closed my eyes, and the face of my fan sprung to mind, his face buried in the panties I was still wearing, picturing his hands on my thighs as my husband came inside me. That image, coupled with the pulsing from my husband’s orgasm sent me over the edge, and I sank onto my husband’s legs, my legs no longer able to support my weight, turned into jelly from my delight.
Sighing, I reached my arm backwards, caressing my husband’s ear and neck, not wanting or able to move, more content than I’ve been in a while.
“I don’t want you cleaning up. Take off the strap on and harness, and let my cum seep out of you and soak your thong while we eat dinner. You can add yours once we move onto ‘dessert’. We’ll see how much he wants these with both of our cum in them, or maybe we’ll surprise him and send this video after he licks them clean again.”
Not wanting to ruin my last surprise, I said nothing and followed his instructions. He stopped recording, and we ate dinner, hungrily, both anxious to return to play. I was allowed to put my bra back on, my husband commenting how he couldn’t believe he didn’t recognize the set immediately. While eating, his cum continually slid out, and given the volume, and thin fabric, I felt it begin to leak out and pool onto the chair, cold and sticky. In record time, we had finished our meal, and my husband loaded the dishwasher and ran upstairs to retrieve my vibrator.
Setting up the camera, he called me back to the couch, and instructed me to show the inside of my thong. I complied, pulling them to the side and showing the inside, which were convered with white clumps of his congealing cum. Pinching one of the bigger ones with my fingers, I raised it to my mouth, making a show of licking it, as if it were still attached to my husband’s penis. I put my fingers in my mouth, and licked them clean, swallowing and showing my empty mouth to my husband and the camera. “Mmmmm, yummy. Now for the cherry on top of my cream sundae.”
I placed the vibrator next to me on the couch, removed my strap on from the harness, lathered it in lube, pulled my panties to the side, and slid the dildo all the way in, keeping it in place with my thong. Moaning in pleasure, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through, until I found what I was looking for. I turned on the vibrator, distracted by the noise, then settled into the couch, adjusting the dildo through my thong to ensure it was fully inserted. I closed my eyes, found a spot close to my clitoris that could handle the intense vibrations, and tried replaying the tributes from my fan in my mind, focusing on him licking my cum, his knees buckling as he came. The image of his cock and my pussy, so close together in his latest video. His cock similarly sized to the one currently stuffed in my pussy, which despite its small size, was making me feel great currently. The vibrations were working quickly, and I found myself getting close to completion, sooner than I anticipated. Worried, I opened my eyes and held the phone in front of me, just in time, as my orgasm started, beginning with me unconsciously curling my toes. Suddenly, my senses were overloaded, and I flung the vibrator off of me, luckily turning it off in the process, the loud buzzing mercilessly ceasing. I frantically pulled the cock out of me with one hand, and I began rubbing my clit through my panties, my orgasm still ongoing, but no longer threatening to overwhelm me, and allowing me to focus my attention where I wanted, instead of reacting to several stimulation points. I refocused on my phone, smiled, and settled into my rhythm, all fingers circling my pussy, touching my lips and hood, all at once. Eventually, my two center fingers settled inside my lips, with my tips pushing my underwear, still full of my husband’s cum, into my pussy. My outer fingers moved towards my hips and back again, the pressure increasing my pleasure as my fingers were driven deeper into my pussy. Impressed with how long my orgasm was lasting, given its intense start, I concentrated, both on my phone and my pussy, wanting to finish soon, but realizing this would be hard to top.
Finally finished, I brought my fingers up to my face and breathed deeply. “Oh, that smells strong, I hope you enjoy,” I breathily said into the camera.
“Me too. I’m glad you watched video of him cumming to you while you came for him.”
“I wasn’t watching his tributes, dear.”
“Oh no, then what was it that got you all hot and bothered while touching yourself for his entertainment?”
“I just appreciated seeing my underwear being put to good use,” as I turned my screen around and showed my husband, and the camera, my fan’s wife, taking a selfie, my underwear pulled to the side, pussy spread open and glistening, a small tuft of hair peeking out. With that, I kissed my husband on his nose, blew a kiss towards the camera, which he had lowered in a daze, said goodnight, and pressed stop on the recording.
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