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My husband and I have been diving deeper into this kink, and damn, he’s been pushing me to unleash those filthy fantasies straight out of my smutty romance books. I came from a past relationship where I’d be lucky if i finished to my husband who loves to see me enjoy myself. I’m naturally shy, but holy hell, it’s awakened a total slut in me I never knew existed. Sharing our last adventure here got me so worked up. Our 8-inch dildo turned me into a size queen. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my hubby’s average cock and how intimately it fits me, but that toy, It stretches me so wide, fills me so completely, it makes me feel things I never imagined.
Craving even more intensity, we discovered cock sleeves, adding that extra girth and length right on him. After obsessing over reviews, we splurged on a custom 8-inch beast tailored to his dick from Monstercocks. The day it arrived was a pure adrenaline rush. My pussy was already tingling in anticipation.
That night, we showered together, steam fogging the glass as we made out. His hands roamed everywhere, teasing my nipples, squeezing my ass. He hopped out first, and when I followed, there he was in nothing but gray sweatpants, that obscene bulge straining against the fabric. I knew exactly what was hiding underneath, and my pussy pulsed at the sight.
We “settled in” for a movie on the bed, me in my bathrobe with nothing underneath, him lounging in those sweats. I couldn’t resist. My hand drifted over, palming that massive outline, stroking it slowly through the sweats. Fuck, it felt so real, so heavy. I was soaking already, fantasizing about it. We started kissing hard, his fingers dipping between my thighs. He growled against my lips when he felt how drenched I was: “Fuck, babe, is this slutty pussy dripping just from teasing this big dick?” All I could manage was a whimpered “Mhm.”
He stripped my robe off, dove between my legs. But he knew I was desperate for the main event. Climbing back up, he shoved his sweats down, revealing that monstrous, girthy cock springing free in the dim light. It looked so goddamn good. “Lube this cock up good,” he commanded, voice low and dirty, “so your tiny little pussy can get wrecked by this big dick.” Straight out of my dirtiest books. I grabbed the bottle and began to stroke that big dick which only made it all hotter thinking about whats coming next.
“You ready for this monster?” he taunted. “Yes,” I gasped. “No, you need to beg for it. Tell me you need this big dick.” He saw the hesitation (didn’t want to hurt his ego), but his eyes sparkled with the same filthy thrill. I let go: “Please… please give me that big dick. Go slow—it’s thicker than anything I’ve ever taken.”
He eased the head in, stretching my entrance until I was gasping, then pressed deeper. Holy shit, it wasn’t like the dildo, this was attached, thrusting with raw need. It felt like cheating in the hottest way, my mind flashing to the cuckold porn we stumbled on that led us to here. “Fuck, it’s so thick!” I cried as he bottomed out. He started pumping, slow at first, then building. Two minutes in? I was already close… “I’m gonna cum—don’t stop!” He smirked down at me: “Cum all over this big cock, you dirty slut.” That did it, I exploded, clenching around him like a vice.
I assumed he’d peel it off then.. Nope. He flipped me onto all fours (his fave, especially with my fat ass on display), lubed up, and plunged back in doggy. Deeper angle, easier to lose myself…imagining some hung stranger railing me. The fullness was insane, nothing like his natural cock. He surprised me, grunting: “You love how this big dick stuffs your pussy, huh? Watching it disappear into you is so fucking hot.” He read my mind. “Oh god, yes—it’s stretching me so wide! Faster, please!” He pounded harder, slapping against my ass, making me collapse flat. His dick never slipped out like he normally would instead, it hit new spots, intense and overwhelming. He got into it even more, yanked my hair back “This cock does shit your husband’s can’t, doesn’t it?” The words tumbled out in the heat: “Fuck yes, this cock ruins me in ways his never could!” That fueled him; he went crazy. I came again, shaking, squirting a little on the sheets.
Finally, he yanked the sleeve off, pulled me on top to reclaim. Sliding into my pussy…loose, numb, utterly wrecked. “Damn, that thing stretched you out,” he groaned, eyes wild with lust. “Feeling my wife all used up like this… so fucking hot.” It turned me on knowing he loved me slutty and sloppy. I rode him hard, but he blew fast—twitching, then flooding me with his cum. Way more than usual, but quick and desperate. Truthfully, I was a tad disappointed not cumming again on him… but I did get to finish twice so how can I complain.
As I went to dismount, he grabbed the dildo, strapped it to his crotch over his spent cock, and smirked: “Sit on this big dick, babe. Push my cum deeper into that ruined hole.” Like the obedient slut I’d become, I sank down, his load spreading around the toy as lube. So dirty, riding on my husband, grinding to the base. He thrusted up with it, pumping me full of his mess. I collapsed forward, cumming a third time completely spent.
I am hooked. While I’m nervous to introduce someone to the bedroom this definitely has me thinking and I know my husband’s already gave his consent.
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