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The Question I Asked
by Cuckolded1946 (cuckolded1946@gmail.com)

***

Wife masturbates while husband sleeps. (MF, wife, 
mast, bd)

***

We had been married for about ten years and had three 
children – two girls and one boy. I had gotten a well-
paying job and we had moved to a new house, but I 
still had about a one hour commute each way to work.

I was getting up and leaving for work about five 
o'clock each morning and most evenings not returning 
home until after six or seven o'clock - and sometimes 
even later. Also, I was working six days a week 
although on Saturdays I would usually get home by five 
o'clock. Occasionally, I would get a Saturday off.

To further complicate things our two year old daughter 
was sleeping in the same bed with us most nights so 
sex was not something we were able to enjoy very 
often. I think that my wife put her in bed with us 
most nights so nothing would happen between us in the 
sex department.

Here a little history of our relationship may be 
helpful. When we were first married, she had fucked 
several men (how many I didn't know at that time) and 
I had never had my dick in a pussy although I had 
watched some porn and thought I knew how to please a 
woman sexually – little did I know. Having grown up 
with several brothers and spending two years in the 
military I knew that my cock was bigger than average – 
just over eight inches long and about two inches in 
diameter when it was hard. 

During the first part of our marriage I would play 
with her pussy for a little while, jump on top of her 
and stick my dick in her pussy and fuck for about 
three or four minutes until I came, then roll off and 
promptly go to sleep. She was very vocal during our 
fuck sessions so I thought I was satisfying her with 
my fucking. I didn't know at that time she was 
finishing herself off after I went to sleep.

During our first year of marriage, my job required me 
to be away during the week and returning only on the 
weekend. While I only suspected it at the time, she 
was fucking other men while I was away at work (this 
is an interesting story for another time).

Over the years of our marriage, we both had learned 
the other had strong sexual needs. Neither of us could 
go more than three days without fucking or finding 
relief some other way. With three children it was 
difficult to have sex anywhere near as much as either 
of us wanted so we were both in a constant state of 
sexual frustration. She would wake me some nights 
moaning and shaking as she would finger herself to 
orgasm. I did most of my masturbation in the shower or 
in the truck as I went over the mountain in the dark 
at Frozen Creek on the way to work. As I said before 
she was very vocal during our fuck sessions, telling 
me how my cock felt in her pussy, moaning with 
pleasure, and sometimes crying out how she wanted to 
be fucked. 

One Sunday while she and the children were visiting 
her parents, I decided to put away some clean clothes 
that were on top of the dryer. As I was putting her 
bras and panties in the dresser drawer my hand felt 
something hard under her bras. It was a vibrator! It 
was about eight inches long and about two inches in 
diameter (about the size of my cock) and it was not 
brand new as an opened half empty package of size C 
batteries were in the drawer also. I kept the 
knowledge of this discovery to myself.

She knew my hearing was damaged from working around 
large, heavy machinery and that certain cold medicines 
would literally knock me unconscious. I knew she was 
using the vibrator while I was at work, but began to 
suspect her using it some nights when I would take the 
cold medicine, because most mornings after I would 
take the medicine, she would be in a very good mood.

Occasionally in the evenings she would tell me that I 
looked tired and in the need of some rest so she would 
bring me some of cold medicine so "I could get some 
rest" without being disturbed by the children's 
activities at night. On one occasion the children had 
to attend some school function that wasn't over until 
after 10:00 PM. She knew I couldn't attend since had 
to be up early for work. Just before she left at 8:00 
PM she brought me two cold tablets (I usually just 
took one) and told me to go ahead and take them so I 
could get some rest and not be bothered by them when 
they returned for the school function.

I pretended to take the medicine and told her I was 
going straight to bed. When they got back, she got the 
children ready and in bed by 11:00 o'clock and saw 
that the baby was put in her own bed for the night. 
When she came through our bedroom on her way to the 
bathroom to get ready for bed, I pretended I was sound 
asleep.

When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing her 
robe. She came to my side of the bed and shook me kind 
of hard and said, "Are you awake?" She waited about 
twenty or thirty seconds and shook me again, a little 
harder and asked again, "Are you awake?" I made no 
response and pretended to be in a deep, deep sleep. 

The doors to the bedroom closet extended almost the 
entire width of the wall and the doors were mirrored. 
I could turn on my side facing away from her on her 
side of the bed and still be able to see everything 
going on through slitted eyes while pretending to be 
asleep. It was almost like having a theater seat for a 
coming attraction.

When the baby wasn't sleeping in the same bed with us 
at night she slept in the nude. I slept in the nude 
all the time. When the baby was in bed with us she 
wore just a light gown to bed – never any panties or 
bra.

In the mirror I saw her go to the dresser, open her 
underwear drawer and take out the vibrator. It looked 
like she caressed it before laying it on the 
nightstand beside the bed and removing her robe. I 
could see she was completely nude and expected her to 
take the vibrator and go into the bathroom to take 
care of herself.

Instead she came back around to my side of the bed and 
shook me again, saying kind of loudly, "Are you 
awake?" I made no response. She was secure in the 
knowledge that I was out for the night after taking 
two of the pills.

She went back around the bed and lay down on her side 
of the bed on top of the covers. She took the vibrator 
from the night stand and brought it close to her face 
while licking her lips. 

"Do you want to fuck me," she said.

She then opened her mouth wide and put it in her mouth 
like she was performing oral sex. It appeared to 
barely fit in her mouth.

She then turned vibrator on and I could hear the low 
hum of the vibrations. She began running it over her 
body. Finally, she allowed it to rest on her slit, 
positioned firmly between her pussy lips. I could tell 
she was very turned-on from her actions... her head 
was gently rocking side to side, and she was making 
soft moaning noises. She brought her other hand to her 
breast and began to massage her tits and pinch her 
nipples until they were erect. I heard her softly say, 
as if talking to someone "I want you inside me... I 
can handle it." She was pinching and pulling her 
nipples until they were sticking out from her tits 
almost a half an inch. While doing this she continued 
to rub the vibrator along the slit of her pussy.

Suddenly she moaned "YEEEES..." and brought the fake 
cock up near her face and slid it over her lips. Soon, 
she was sucking it with vigor, allowing it to slide in 
and out of her mouth and letting her tongue ran along 
the underside.
 
She took the vibrator from her mouth and began to rub 
her pussy with it again. Her legs were spread so wide 
that they were almost at ninety degrees from her body. 
Slowly she began to insert the vibrator into her 
pussy. As the head of the vibrator went into her pussy 
she moaned out in pleasure "Yes fuck me".

With her right hand, she began pumping the vibrator in 
and out of her moistly clasping pussy, the lewd parody 
of fucking increasing the feeling of pleasure. My dick 
was so hard I could have used it to drive a nail and 
it was all I could do to keep from touching myself. 
Her eyes were closed and she was using her left hand 
to massage her breast and pinch her nipples. The 
vibrator had her so aroused she didn't realize how 
loudly she was talking.

"Oh, uhhhh! HHHHH! Yessss!" she gasped. 

 "Oh god, uhhh, yes!" she cried, her hand thrusting 
the long thick vibrator in and out of her pussy "Yes! 
Fuck Me! Fuck me hard! I want it!""

She was moving the vibrator in and out of her cunt, 
ramming it in hard. The breath shot from her throat 
and she cried out, her face contorting in lust, her 
hips arching up steeply.
 
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried out. 

Faster and faster she went with the vibrator, 
pillaging her flesh, plowing and thundering in and out 
of her convulsing cunt. She gasped and cried out as 
the big vibrator plundered her soft, wet, tight cunt. 

She writhed and thrashed on the bed, her hips 
thrusting upwards to meet each downward thrust of the 
vibrator. She swung her hips in a churning arc, the 
vibrator entering her cunt from all angles, making her 
gasp and cry out as the thick, rough-skinned, cock-
shaft of the vibrator mashed her throbbing clitoris. 
Her hips bucking and heaving and writhing against the 
intrusion of the vibrator, she came violently, gasping 
and mewing as wave after wave of intense pleasure 
crashed over her. She kept moving the vibrator 
rapidly, fucking her like one possessed, till her 
orgasm ebbed. 

I thought she was through but even as I watched, she 
pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and held it hard 
on her clitoris, her eyes were closed and her face 
contorted by the hot passion that 
she was feeling. I watched her hips and belly roll and 
undulate while her moistly glistening cunt-lips 
twitched 
and gaped as the vibrator quivered and thrust against 
her clitoris. With her free hand, she cupped one 
breast and tilted it toward her mouth, the nipple 
caught between her fingers.
 
Her tongue snaked out, red and wet, and the soft, 
velvet-smooth tip of her tongue rimmed around the 
erect nipple. Then, she opened her mouth wide, taking 
the whole nipple in. Her wetly ovalled lips closed 
over the nipple, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked 
with a sex-crazed fervency.

She spread her legs even wider jutting her hips and 
pussy outward and upward even more, spreading the lips 
of her wetly trembling cunt as she ran the vibrating 
cock up and down and in and out of her 
with a hypnotic rhythm. 

With a groan, she let her breast fall from her mouth. 
She was gasping for air, panting with lewd passion, 
and her breast was wet and glistening with her saliva. 
She opened her eyes and looked in my direction 
assuring herself that I was still asleep and then with 
her free hand groped for her other breast. It trembled 
under her grasp as she cupped her fingers on it and 
pulled it toward her mouth, her fingers depressed in 
the softly yielding flesh so that the nipple stood out 
all the more. 

Her tongue lashed out at the nipple, and I watched it 
grow even more taut as she rimmed the nipple and then 
let her flat wet tongue engulf it. With mouth wide 
open, she put the pink puckered nipple in her mouth 
and, closing her eyes, looked ecstatically happy. Her 
cheeks hollowed as she sucked, while her hips roiled 
slowly and lewdly causing her buttocks to lift clear 
of the bed. 

"Oh! I'm going to come again?" she panted softly, "Oh 
yes! Oh yes!" 

Filled again with frantic lust and desire, her shiny 
cuntlips clinging to the thick shaft of the vibrator 
as it emerged each time from deep in her pussy. Then 
as she pushed it back in, making her moan with 
pleasure. 

Finally, she was gripped by a fierce, unexpected 
tremor that shook her whole body violently, and she 
was coming again, an orgasm beginning from her curling 
toes and traveling upward to her throat unable to be 
silent.
 
"Aunggrrhhhnnggeeee!" she groaned loudly, plunging the 
vibrator back deeply into her pussy as she lost 
control. 

She was crying out in passion, unaware that she was 
not alone in bed, swirling her ass and pussy up into 
her downward, reckless, spasmodic thrusts of the 
vibrator. 

"Ohhnggg! Unghh! Ahhnnggghh... Ooh shit!" she groaned, 
coming in wrenching shocks, wincing each time the 
vibrator ripped into her flooding pussy. 

After that orgasm, she went to the bathroom and 
cleaned herself and the vibrator. She returned it to 
its place under her bras and panties, thinking its 
presence was known only to her. She again came to my 
side of the bed and shook me, asking "Are you awake?" 

Just wanting to make sure I guess. 

Needless to say as she fixed me breakfast and packed 
my lunch for work the next morning she was in a very 
good mood.

While she could finger herself to a quiet orgasm, when 
she used her vibrator she would always be a vocal no 
matter how hard she tried not to be. On a couple of 
occasions after this she called out the name of one of 
her previous lovers as she made herself come. Since I 
am a very sound sleeper she wasn't worried about 
waking me and I'm sure there were many times that she 
didn't.

Back to the new job and little to no sex. We devised a 
plan where we would arrange to have the children spend 
a Friday (if I didn't have to work the next day) or 
Saturday night with our parents or friends so we could 
have the house to ourselves. My wife was very 
agreeable to this plan since her sex drive was even 
stronger than mine and she was horny most of the time.

On one of these Friday nights alone we were in the 
middle of sex, and my mind took me to places I wasn't 
sure she'd want to go. I looked at her hair on the 
pillow, framing her head; at her face, with her eyes 
closed; at her body with the slightest glow of 
perspiration, and her mouth a little open, all 
attesting to her arousal; at her neck; her breasts, 
moving in response to my moving in her; at her belly.

Lower, at her hands on my hips, pulling me deeper into 
her; at my dick, wet, exposing itself, then burying 
itself in her, again and again. I saw how she looked 
under me and how it would look if she was in the same 
position, pressed into the bed, with a different body 
pushing on her, into her, instead of mine because I 
knew that in her fantasies with her vibrator she was 
thinking the same thing.

I was supporting myself with my arms beside her head. 
I reached down with one arm, and took her wrist, and 
moved her hand to above her head, and held it there, 
tightly. She responded! Her own motions against me 
became stronger, and she moved her other arm above her 
head. I took that wrist, too, and held her there, even 
more helpless, and felt myself grow bigger, and felt 
her move even more against me, excited, almost 
panting. Her legs had been bent at the knees, 
providing a cradle for my body. They went straight 
now, stretching out on the bed, open, extended wide! 
And much more turned on than anytime lately! 

Afterwards, as we lay there, she muttered "That was 
spectacular. 

The next night, a Saturday night, she initiated sex. 
Early on, though, even in foreplay, she had extended 
her arms and legs, encouraging me to take control, to 
hold her helpless under me again. It didn't take much 
encouragement and it lead to a very short, very 
exciting evening for both of us. Exhausted, we fell 
asleep. Sunday morning we were reluctant to get out of 
bed. It didn't start out as an encore, but rather two 
people enjoying cuddling, touching, being together. 

Snuggling close she said, "I really like what you've 
been doing." 

"Me too," I liked it, too. 
 
"I like when you hold me helpless like that..." 

Well, it didn't start out as an encore, but that 
comment diverted some blood. 

"Like this?" I asked, moving over her. No foreplay - 
it wasn't needed for either of us. 

"When I'm like this," she muttered, when she was like 
that, "you could do anything to me..." 

Well, I did what I was equipped to do at that moment. 
Later, she affirmed what she said: "I love being under 
your control, when we make love like that."
 
"When I hold you like that, I'm not making love. 
That's straight fucking, straight lust," I told her. 

"Well, OK, it is," she agreed, "but whatever it is, I 
love it. I feel like you could do anything to me, and 
I couldn't do anything about it. It's wonderful." 

I didn't respond except to agree that it was 
wonderful. I was thinking, though, thinking a lot. We 
had fallen into a two times a month sex schedule, 
always on the weekend. What had happened Friday was 
out of the ordinary, and so was the session on 
Saturday morning. I decided I wanted more and I'm sure 
she did too.

We both did some work and managed to get the children 
off to spend the next Saturday night with our parents.

She saw me puttering around the house after we had 
taken the children off for the night.

"What are you up to?" she wanted to know.

"I'll show you later." That night, after the usual 
kissing and hugging and touching, I tugged at her 
nightgown, and she helped, lifting legs and hips so I 
could pull at it, until finally, it was off. 

"You're really excited," she commented, noting that I 
was faster than usual in getting her naked.

 "I am," I agreed, moving her toward the middle of the 
bed, and moving onto her, kneeling, my knees at her 
hips. 

"Me too," she said, and I felt her trying to move me 
so she could spread her legs. Instead, I leaned over 
her, and took both her hands, and held them over her 
head. 

"Oh, I like this part" she said, trying harder to open 
her legs, trying to push my knees aside, trying to 
make me move. 

"Not yet for that" - I wasn't giving her that freedom. 
Instead, holding her wrists with one hand, I reached 
toward the head of the bed, and found the Velcro strip 
I had put there earlier, fastened with a ribbon to the 
corner of the bed frame. Would she object? I leaned 
down to kiss her, and while doing that I released one 
of her wrists, and pushed the other, finally wrapping 
it with the Velcro. Still covering her mouth with 
mine, I repeated my actions, capturing her other 
wrist. Then I lifted my head, examining my handiwork. 
My wife, her arms extended toward the corners of the 
head of the bed, was held there, gently, firmly.

"What...?" she started to say. 

"Sshhh!" I interrupted her, lifting myself in a push-
up position, moving my legs, she opened hers, allowing 
me between them. I leaned down, freeing one of my arms 
and used it to position myself and my cock, which is 
about eight inches long and two inches around, and I 
repeated my "Sshhh" as I pressed forward, against her, 
pushing, feeling resistance, then that wonderful 
opening, and no resistance, just well lubricated 
sliding, and then her pelvis, pressing against mine, 
me in her, her around me, arms spread, legs spread, 
open, her ankles on my shoulders, available, a 
receptacle. 

There was percussion now, slapping, urgent slapping of 
our pelvises, our hips. We were like teenagers, kids, 
like a first sexual encounter - fast, rushing to 
completion. As I said before she could be noisy during 
sex, but as my dick could reach her cervix with her 
legs on my shoulders her grunts and moans were almost 
shouts, not keeping her pleasure secret. After, laying 
there, panting, I looked at her. 

"Just a quickie, huh?" 

"Quick, yes, but long enough, and not 'just' 
anything," she said, wrapping me in her arms after I 
released 
the Velcro ties. 

"I love it. Can I have an encore later?" Could she 
ever! I had a lot to do the next day, but found enough 
time to work some more in the bedroom, too. We went 
out to dinner that evening, and started toward home at 
nine. 

"Encore time?" she asked me as we drove into the 
driveway. 

"Absolutely!" 

She came out of the bathroom wearing a robe. 

"Take that off, and get on the bed" I commanded, 
indicating the bed, stripped of its covers. She did. 
This time I arranged fasteners on all four corners, 
and she watched as this arm and then the other, and 
this leg and then the other, were secured. And she 
watched as I took off my shorts.
 
"Oh, you're glad to see me," she noted, seeing my cock 
extended its' full eight inches. I looked at her, 
spread out, and changed my plan. No quickie tonight. I 
straddled her, tilted her head to the side, let my 
tongue touch her ear. 
 
"That's exciting," she whispered.

Neck. Throat. Breast, nibbling at nipples. Her body 
was twitching now. Navel. I slid lower, used my hands 
to spread her, saw her clit, blew on it. She was 
making little noises now. When my tongue brushed it, 
the noises stopped, her body went rigid. Access was 
difficult from this direction, with my body between 
her legs. I changed direction, so I was facing her 
feet, making it so much easier for my mouth and tongue 
to work on her, and while I did that I felt her twist, 
her head reaching toward me. 

I made another move, so I was straddling her again, 
and I felt her mouth take me, while mine took her. 
It's hard - difficult is a better word - to not ram 
deep into her mouth, since her own hands couldn't 
control me. Still, I succeeded, being gentle enough, 
while feeling her push against my mouth, and suck 
against my cock. There was no intercourse that night, 
at least not technically. There were orgasms, though, 
for both of us. 

"I loved it," she said.

Our sexual schedule was changing. Not much, but it was 
changing. No, we didn't use Velcro restraints all of 
the time - in fact most times we just made love. And 
occasionally, she would still wake me, quietly moaning 
and calling out to some known or unknown lover while 
using her vibrator. I daydreamed about what I might do 
to her. Some of those dreams weren't nice. Exciting, 
yes, but not nice! I wondered if I dared. Well, we 
already were doing things we never considered before. 
I decided I'd move along this path until I met 
resistance. 

On one of our infrequent Saturday nights without the 
children I asked "Lust night tonight?" 

"Yeah. I'd like that" 

I met her as she left the bathroom, dressed for bed. I 
had removed the bed covers, that was how we started 
these lust nights now. I helped her get her robe off. 
She actually helped with the velco foot restraints, 
and then I did her arms. I introduced the next step. 

"Lift up your head." She did. I reached under the 
pillow, and brought out a sleep mask, and slipped it 
over her eyes. 

"Oh!" 

I teased her body, her, unmercifully. There were 
touches here and there. She'd feel something touch her 
cheek. One time it would be a finger, another, my 
tongue, then my penis. She loved it all. 

"What's that noise?" 

"You'll find out soon enough." 

Then she felt the vibrator on her belly, her legs. Her 
vulva. Her clitoris. I don't think she ever had a more 
massive orgasm. It was wonderful to see and do. 
Fucking, for my own pleasure, was almost anticlimactic 
for her - she was spent! 

"Where did you get the vibrator," she said afterwards

"I found it in your underwear drawer yesterday when I 
was putting your bras away," I said.

"Oh, I just got it in the mail this week. I was going 
to tell you when I got it, but I forgot," she 
answered.

"Have you ever used it yourself?"

"Just once, the day that I got it." She answered, 
"You're not mad are you?"

"No, of course not," I answered.

"Since we don't get to do it as much as you like, I 
thought it would add to your pleasure," she said.

"What about your pleasure?"

"Talk about old dogs and new tricks – you seem to have 
found a few things that help, she answered"
 
"You ain't seen nothing yet," I told her. "When you're 
tied up and blindfolded like that, you don't know 
what's happening. You don't even know if it's me doing 
it to you." That wasn't a question, it was more of a 
challenge, and I got the response I expected. 
 
"I'd always know it was you." 

We soon fell back into the routine of work and the 
other demands on our time and we sometimes went three 
or four weeks without having sex with each other. 
During these times her frequency of self-pleasuring 
became more frequent. Although she never knew it she 
would wake me three or four times a week moaning as 
she fucked her pussy with the vibrator and asking her 
unknown lover to fuck her harder and deeper.

During this time I came up with a plan for the next 
time we had a lust night. I bought a live-like cyber 
skin strap on dildo. Not just any dildo, this one was 
at least twelve inches long and three inches in 
diameter. It looked massive. I always used Musk after 
shave but I bought and hid a bottle of Old Spice in 
the half bath off of our bedroom. I also bought some 
condoms in foil wrappers.

Everything was ready for the next lust night. 

While she was getting ready for bed, I filled a pan 
with hot water and placed the newly purchased dildo in 
the water so it would be warm and lifelike when I 
needed it.

After she helped me get the restraints on her legs I 
placed her arms in the Velcro restrains and then 
placed the blindfold over her eyes, and took the next 
step. I turned the radio on low, to create background 
sounds.

"Be right back," I said, and went to the backdoor and 
opened and closed the door just loud enough so she 
could hear the sound. 

Then I went to the bathroom. I washed the scent of my 
regular aftershave off and opened the bottle of Old 
Spice and applied some on either side of my neck. I 
put the twelve inch strap-on dildo on and placed a 
condom over it throwing the foil wrapper in the waste 
basket beside the commode. The dildo felt very warm 
and life-like.

I came into the room again. 

"Where were you? What were you doing?" 

I didn't answer. 

I did move onto the bed, between her legs taking her 
clit into my mouth and sucking on it while playing 
with her sensitive nipples until she was moaning and 
crying out with pleasure.
 
She must have caught the scent of the different 
aftershave because she began asking if it was me and 
why wouldn't I answer her. She appeared to actually be 
frightened.

I moved up to her pussy and began rubbing the condom 
clad dildo along her pussy slit. This calmed her and 
she started moving her hips in time with my thrusts. 

She said, "I know that's you with my vibrator and 
you're just teasing me."

Leaving the head of the dildo pressed against her 
pussy opening, I reached up and caressed both breast 
at the same time making her nipples stand out hard and 
erect from her breasts.

This seemed to confuse her since I had both hands on 
her breasts and she could still feel the head of a 
cock at her pussy.

 As I played with her breasts and nipples, I bent 
forward and kissed her on the neck so she could get a 
good whiff of the Old Spice aftershave as I began to 
slowly insert the big condom covered strap-on dildo 
into her pussy.

Her pussy was very tight and it was obvious that 
something as big as this dildo was going to take a 
little time going in. I inserted it slowly, little by 
little, giving her time to feel its size and warmth.

She tried to pull her hips away from the big cock and 
said, "Who is this? Is this you? What are you doing? 
What are you putting in me? It's too big! It won't 
fit!"

I continued not to speak but began to slowly fuck her 
with the dildo, slowly at first, just going a little 
deeper with each thrust.

As I continued to fuck her she started to relax, 
opening her legs as much as she could, accepting the 
rubber cock deeper into her pussy, giving a small 
grunt with each thrust.

I continued to very slowly ease the giant knob and 
shaft into her juicy cunt. Oh, how she squirmed and 
squealed with pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets, 
clawing at them as I fucked deeper and deeper into 
her. When I would withdraw the cock from her cunt it 
gaped open to the perfect shape of the dildo, it 
looked like a tunnel, and the way her cunt accepted 
this cock back every time was a real turn-on. Her head 
thrashed from side to side, and, her moans of pleasure 
and whimpered cries had me almost coming even though I 
was not touching myself. 

My excitement was intense as she whispered, 'Fuck me, 
keep fucking me, it's lovely so big, so big!' 

As I stroked in and out of her pussy, she continued 
softly whispering, "Oh yes. Yes. Oh yes, more, give me 
more. Please!" 

Fuck me...." she said with a soft gasp. I could hear 
her very clearly now and her voice was thick with 
arousal. I found it terribly exciting with her talking 
that way.
 
"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." she panted. I 
started stroking faster and she stopped moving her 
hips as much. Instead she straightened her legs out on 
the bed. I could see her tensing her body. Suddenly 
she thrust her hips upwards, taking the entire twelve 
inches of the cock inside of her.

"Fuckkkkkk!!!" she groaned suddenly. And then... 
"Unnnnghhh!" 

What a lovely sound she made! Her orgasm sounded deep 
and powerful. I could see her body pulse with the 
pleasure. Her hips jerked slightly. Her breasts shook. 
Her legs twitched. God, it looked great! I was rubbing 
my cock as I watched her, aching with the need for 
release myself. I felt like I could cum myself from 
just looking at her. 

As her climax subsided, she flopped back with a sigh. 
I suddenly got worried about how I could continue this 
charade.

She was so quiet that I didn't want to move for fear 
of being found out in my ruse. What would I say if 
(when!) she caught me? I had no idea. Would she be 
angry? Embarrassed? Turned on? 

A minute or so went by and nothing seemed to happen as 
I slowly moved in and out of her pussy with my fake 
cock. I had one hand on her belly just above her pussy 
hair while I stroked her clit with the other. At first 
I was using quick, short strokes on her clit with a 
bit of a delay between each stroke. However, after a 
moment or two I switched to regular, steady stroking 
of her clit as I continued fucking her. 

"I'm are a slut," I heard her say to herself, "An 
insatiable slut." 

The way she was talking excited me terrifically! Her 
breathing was ragged and I could sense the muscles in 
her buttocks and legs tensing again with excitement. 
It didn't take her very long at all to cum again. 

"UNNNGGGHHH!" she groaned rather loudly. 

I could tell that it was a good one. Then, just as her 
shuddering started to settle down, she parted her legs 
slightly and I began stroking her rapidly. She was 
panting loudly and in only seconds, she climaxed again 
even more strongly. 

"UNNNGGHHH!" she howled in wild ecstasy. 

I had never seen her cum so hard! Her entire body 
seemed to convulse and the bed creaked loudly under 
her. 

After this powerful climax she begged me to stop so 
she could rest. "I know it's you. It is you, isn't it? 
Tell me it's you!"

I remained quiet and continued slowly thrusting in and 
out of her pussy with the large cock.

Soon she straightened out her legs again and began 
rocking her hips into the giant cock. She started 
talking rapidly. 

"Fuck me," she said in a natural voice. "Please fuck 
me with your big hard cock," she said. 

"Make me cum again." She was panting now and obviously 
excited. 

"Please fuck me," she said again a few moments later. 
Her voice was filled with anxious excitement. 

"I'm a... I'm a slut," she gasped. And with that, she 
climaxed another time. 

"Unnnggghhh!!!" she groaned loudly. 

With that climax I made a groaning noise myself like I 
was climaxing.

After her last climaxed, I got off the bed and went 
into the bathroom, leaving her velcroed to the bed. 
She kept asking where I was.

I removed the condom from the dildo and flushed it 
down the commode. I washed the scent of the Old Spice 
off my neck and applied some of the Musk scent I 
normally wore. I cleaned and placed the strap-on dildo 
in the hiding place I had made behind the bathroom 
vanity. I then went into the kitchen and opened and 
closed the door, again loud enough for her to hear it 
close. I then returned to the bedroom.

First, I freed her legs from the Velcro, then her 
arms. When I freed her arms she immediately took the 
blindfold from her eyes.

"That was you, wasn't it? I know it was. It had to be 
you!"

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Did you come?"

"It was you!" she demanded to know, "It was, wasn't 
it?"

"Did it feel like me," I asked.

"I thought it was you, but when the cock went into my 
pussy, I didn't know. It felt much bigger than you." 
She said. 

"Did you enjoy being fucked by that cock?"

"Yes! It was you, wasn't it? It had to be you, I know 
it had to be you!"

"I heard the backdoor open and close when you went to 
the bathroom after you put the velco on me. Did you 
let someone in?"

"What do you think?" I answered.

"Just before you came in and let me out of the Velcro, 
I heard the commode flush and the back door open and 
close again. Did you let someone out?"

"What do you think?" I answered.

"It was you, I know it was. You're just trying to make 
me believe it was somebody else." She said

"Just answer this one question, did you like the way 
his cock felt inside you?" I asked.

"Yes, but I know it was you." She said.

I straightened the bed and lay back waiting on her as 
she went to the bathroom to clean up after the 
prolonged fuck session.

She came back into the bedroom and angrily said, "What 
is this?" as she waved the foil wrapper from the 
condom I had planted in the wastebasket. 

"Where did this come from? You've never used a condom 
since we've been married."

"I don't know," I answered, "I've never seen it 
before. Now come to bed so we can get some sleep."

I pretended to go to sleep as soon as my head hit the 
pillow. After about ten minutes I heard her whisper to 
herself, "I wonder who that was that just fucked me. 
It wasn't him. His cock is smaller and he's never 
fucked me that good before. I'll bet he was watching 
me get fucked." 

She didn't speak to me for two or three days after 
that. 

But that weekend she said, "I would really like to 
have another lust night like the last one we had."

"OK," I said, "but it'll take me a few days to make 
all the arrangements. We all have such busy schedules 
it takes a little time to schedule everything."

"That's fine," she said, "I'm sure it will be worth 
the wait."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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