After we returned home our lives got back to normal albeit with a much-improved sex life. Our fantasies fed our collective libido which made for more and better orgasms than either of us had ever experienced. One would think that would be enough for any woman.
It was when I was alone with my toys that my mind wandered and I continued wondering how it would feel to be stuffed full of long thick cock. The porn I couldn’t seem to stop looking at only fed my fantasy to the point where I actually considered actively seeking out a well-endowed man without my husband’s knowledge. Then came the end-of-summer party at the home of two of his coworkers.
From the outside, they looked like a typical professional couple. They had met at work, and their attraction took off seemingly from the moment they met. He was rather handsome, and she was quite pretty. Everything seemed perfect for them.
The party was pretty good—lots to drink and plenty of food. Some of the guests brought instruments and a proper kitchen party broke out. It was the wee hours of the morning before folks started drifting off and soon it was just us and our hosts. As we started clearing up the mess, the guys disappeared leaving us ladies to do the bulk of the cleanup, as usual.
“I had a great time tonight,” I said to Alina, our hostess.
“Yeah, it was fun! Some of those guys can play and my God, the voice on Marcus! I got all warm and fuzzy just listening to him!”
“He’s very good!” I agreed. We finished loading the dishwasher and bagging up the trash just as the men came back into the kitchen.
“Perfect timing as usual!” Alina teased as her husband, Paul came to her for a kiss.
“I was showing Greg our ideas for the downstairs renovations,” Paul replied. We started talking about things we’d each like to do to our homes and before we knew it, it was nearing 3 AM.
“My God! Is that the time?” I exclaimed. “We should get going!”
“Why not stay here?” asked Alina. “We have a spare room and I’m sure I could find something for you guys to wear to bed.”
“Not necessary,” Greg blurted out. “We sleep naked.”
“Gregory! Seriously?” I protested. “They don’t need to know that!”
“Oh, Fuck! Sorry!” he apologized. I looked at Alina and she just raised one eyebrow at me.
“Come on, let me show you,” she said as she reached out her hand to me. She led me down a hallway to a set of steps. We climbed them to find a well-appointed room above their garage. “Everything you need is up here, there’s a small washroom in the corner. You’re welcome to stay here if you like.”
Sure, if Greg agrees,” I said. She smiled and went over to one of the nightstands. Bending over she retrieved a small bag from the drawer before turning quickly around. As she turned she lost her grip and the bag’s contents spilled onto the bed. I quickly spied the long, thick dildo and bottle of lube before she scooped them up and hurriedly put them away.
“Sorry about that!” she mumbled. She looked a little embarrassed as she clutched the bag to her chest.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. I have quite a collection myself.” She moved to leave but I stopped her. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” I explained. I reached and took the bag from her, opening it and withdrawing the dildo. “Nice!” I breathed. I turned it in my hands and squeezed it to feel its firmness.
“Is yours as big as that one?” she asked nervously.
“I have several, a couple of them are a bit longer,” I said. I looked at her and sat on the bed, patting the covers beside me. “Can I tell you something?” She nodded and sat down. I told her about the man we had seen on our honeymoon and the fantasies that he had stirred up. “And that led to us buying some toys and talking about maybe finding another man to, you know, satisfy me.”
“So it’s not just me,” she breathed. I looked at her and waited for her to continue. “I feel the same way but Paul wants nothing to do with it. So I got these and stashed them up here for the times when I’m home alone. He knows nothing about this, you cannot tell anyone!”
“I won’t, I promise,” I assured her. I leaned over and hugged her before straightening up. “We should go find the guys.” She nodded and we went back downstairs. The men weren’t in the kitchen so we started looking around, Soon we heard the sound of my husband’s snoring coming from the living room. We entered to find him passed out on the couch.
We giggled and Alina went to get a blanket from the closet. We covered him up and I hugged her, “I think I’ll go up.”
“What if he wakes up?” Alina asked.
“Can I borrow some Post-its and a pen?” I asked. She smiled and nodded. She disappeared for a moment returning with them. “I just leave him a trail!” I said.
“That’s so sweet,” she whispered. She reached to hug me again, “Good night, sleep as late as you like!” I felt the firmness of her breasts as they were pressed into mine and a tingle went through my pussy. I retrieved my bag from the closet and went back upstairs.
After fucking myself to sleep with my rabbit that goes everywhere I go, I was soon asleep. A couple of hours later my husband crawled in beside me. “You need a shower,” I mumbled. A grunt was his only reply.
I awoke before Greg, as usual, and went into the small bathroom to start my morning routine. A quick shower later I went downstairs, following the smell of coffee. I entered the kitchen and saw Paul. “Alina is still in bed,” he said. “Can I get you some breakfast?”
I saw the bowl of fruit on the table and pointed, “Just some fruit for me.” He fixed me a coffee as I cut up an apple and a pear. “Some party,” I said.
“Yeah it was fun,” he replied. “Tell me, what happened when you girls went upstairs? You were gone a while and when Alina came to bed she was, how shall I put this, all worked up!”
“We just talked,” I said, leaving out the subject of the conversation.
“Maybe I should get you to talk to her more often!” he replied. I avoided his gaze by looking out the window. We made small talk but he was unable to distract me from the vision in my head of Alina on all fours getting railed by a large man with a large cock. My pussy warmed at the thought.
Thankfully, my reverie was interrupted as our spouses came into the kitchen, Greg from upstairs and Alina from their room at the other end of the house.
“Good morning sleepyhead!” Paul said cheerily.
“Coffee!” Alina mumbled as she went to the cups beside the coffee maker. “Can I get you one?” she asked Greg. We sat and chatted about the party the previous night as we ate and drank.
“I think we should go,” I said. “We’re wasting a beautiful day just sitting here.”
“You have any plans for the day?” asked Alina. I shook my head.
“Not really, we need to do the weekend chores but other than that, I think I’ll just recover while Greg watches football.”
“God I hate football!” Alina mumbled. “Most Sundays, I either go shopping or just go up to the room over the garage to relax.” She raised one eyebrow at me as she said it.
“Relaxing is so underrated,” I replied with a raised eyebrow of my own.
A few weeks later, I got a text from Alina, “Can I talk to you about something?” We agreed to meet at their place the following Sunday while the guys watched the games at our house. When I arrived, there was a pitcher of iced tea on the counter and some snacks. Alina and I hugged and then she invited me into the living room to chat.
We made idle conversation for a bit and then she took a deep breath. “I’m wondering if you can help me with something,” she said softly.
“Of course, if I’m able,” I replied.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re able,” she smiled. “The question is, are you willing?” She moved to sit beside me and opened her laptop. “You said you have some toys that are bigger than mine, I was wondering if you could give me some advice on which ones to buy?”
“Ones, meaning more than one?” I asked. She nodded and looked at her toes. I took my finger and turned her face toward mine. “Of course, I will help you.” I took the laptop from her, “May I?” she nodded, and in moments we were browsing the site of the store in NYC where I had bought my toys.
“I have this one,” I pointed.
“My God, how long is it?” she asked.
“Almost a foot,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. Just seeing the toys on the screen was getting me wet.
“I’ll bet it feels amazing!” she breathed as she clicked on the image to enlarge it.
“It does!” I replied. Then I got an idea.
“Would you like to try mine?” I asked. She turned and looked at me with a shocked look.
“I shouldn’t,” she mumbled.
“Why not? My toys are clean and I have several. Why not borrow one or two and try before you buy?” I felt my pussy dampen at the thought of this pretty woman on her back, her eyes screwed shut and her hand flying as she fucked herself with my toy.
“Seriously?” she asked. I nodded and reached for her hand.
“It’s not a problem,” I said. “That way you can find out what it feels like before you buy your own. And you’ll get a few amazing orgasms in the bargain!”
“I like amazing orgasms!” she said. Then it happened. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss and my pussy clenched.
I stood up and took her hand. “Come with me.” I picked up my bag and led her upstairs to her playroom. After closing the door I turned to her, “Kiss me again!” I pleaded.
And so it started and before long we were writhing on the bed, our hands, lips, and tongues exploring each other’s bodies. “Wait a second,” I said and I reached into my bag to get my rabbit. “Ever used one of these?” I asked. She shook her head no. I leaned down to kiss her again, “May I?” She nodded ever so slightly and I moved over her.
I kissed my way down her body to the button of her jeans and fumbled with the button until it came undone. We wrestled her out of them and I pulled down her undies to see an almost bare pussy with just a small patch of reddish-blonde hair in a neat triangle at the top. I inhaled deeply, “You smell divine!” I whispered. “I leaned down to kiss the top of her slit, “May I?”
“Please!” she sighed as her legs parted. I flicked the tip of my tongue across her turgid little nub and her hips twitched. Another flick and they twitched again. “PLEASE!” she pleaded and I obliged her. Her thighs clamped onto the sides of my head when I latched onto her clit and suckled on it, using my tongue to vary the pressure. After a few moments, I stopped and looked up at her.
“You’re gonna love this!” I whispered and I took the rabbit vibe and turned it on. I maintained eye contact as I passed it across her now erect nipples and she sighed at the touch. I teased her clit again with my tongue before shifting my weight onto my elbows so I could work the toy toward her pussy. Using my fingers, I opened her lips to reveal the pink flesh within, slick and shiny with her arousal. I placed the vibrating end of the toy against her opening and slipped it inside her.
“Oh God! Yes!” she breathed as it nestled into her wetness. I moved it around a little so that the vibrating outer tip teased her clit and slipped one finger in underneath the toy to press it up against the wall of her cunt. Her hips jerked and I knew I’d found that wonderful little spot. Her moans and sighs combined with the writhing of her body told me I was doing it exactly right and before long she was panting and whispering instructions to me.
“Yes! Right there! No! Yes! Mmmmm faster!” she moaned as I turned and twisted the shivering toy inside her. Her hand clamped over mine and she held it against her. A loud “FUUUUCK! Exploded from her lips in time with the jet of warm clear fluid that sprayed out around the toy, covering my hand and her loins. “DON’T STOP!” she cried out as I shifted the toy again. Her ass rose from the sheet as a second gush of fluid escaped her and then a third.
“Mmmmm enough!” she whispered and I slowly slid the toy from her, trailing the vibrating tip along her clit before leaning in and licking her opening. I kissed my way up her body leaving the toy resting against her butt cheek. When I reached her lips she kissed me like she wanted to devour me. We slowly transitioned to soft kisses and whispers as she came down from that highest of pleasurable highs.
“Damn girl, you are so good!” she whispered.
“I thought you’d like that!” I replied between kisses.
Her eyes caught mine. “I’ve never done that before,” she said softly.
“Never been with a woman?” I asked. She shook her head no.
“I’ve never made such a mess from an orgasm,” she said. “I mean, I’ve heard and read about it but I never did that before.”
“I do that all the time,” I replied. “It gets a little messy but it’s worth it, don’t you think?” She smiled and nodded in agreement before we kissed some more. Soon she was kissing her way down my body so I rolled onto my back and opened my legs.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said softly as her finger traced around my clit.
“Sure you do, just imagine what you’d like to have done to you and you’ll be fine,” I replied. I knew that women were much more instinctive than men when it came to pleasuring other women and she did not disappoint. In just a few moments I was writhing around, whispering and panting, as I urged her on.
I was already super-aroused so between her lips, tongue, and fingers it didn’t take long at all before I clamped my thighs onto her head and squirted my cum all over her face. She backed off at first before diving back in and lapping it up hungrily. I grasped her hair and pulled it to urge her back up along my body and after we kissed for a bit, I pushed her face away and smiled at her.
“You are very good!” I whispered.
“Thanks, I guess!” she giggled.
I told you that you would know what to do,” I said. “Women just know.”
“How many women have you been with?” she asked. “Does your husband know that you like women? Do you guys, you know, with other people?”
Slow down, sweetie!” I laughed. “Including you, I have been with seven women. Yes, he does know that I have been with other women but there haven’t been any since we got together. I guess that answers your other question.”
“Oh, okay,” she said softly. She looked at me, her entire face a question.
“What about you and Paul?” I asked.
“Oh, my goodness, no!” she exclaimed. “I mean we talked about it but that was all.”
“Same with me and Greg,” I said. We kissed some more and then got out of bed. “Ever shower with a woman?” I asked. She shook her head and smiled. “Want to?” She nodded and reached out for my hand, leading me to the shower.
After our shower, we got dressed, stripped and made the bed, and hugged each other before going downstairs. “Are you going to tell Greg about this?”
I shook my head, “Not if you don’t want me to.”
“Let’s keep this to ourselves for now,” she smiled. We kissed again, “Your place next weekend?”
“I can’t, Greg and I have plans,” I said. She frowned so I kissed her again. “Soon though.”