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Our Journey
Chapter 1 The Beginnings of Our Journey
When I first met my wife, she was still sexually inexperienced. I was only the second man she’d ever slept with. Her first was nothing special – just a quick booty call with a guy who had a thumb for a dick. She never really enjoyed it and eventually cut him off.
A few months later she met me. I’m average length but with a nice, comfortable thickness that she says was perfect for her. Our sex life took off immediately. She started discovering her true sexuality with me and it turned out she’s wildly multi-orgasmic, incredibly wet, and a gushing squirter. When she rode me she would soak the sheets so badly we had to keep towels under us.
Her sex drive was through the roof. I started buying her toys, and it wasn’t long before I realized she was using them almost every day while I was at work. She’d sneak in multiple orgasms with her dildo before I even got home. I only caught on when one of her vibrators started making an obnoxiously loud buzzing noise from being worn out. We still laugh about how she literally fucked that thing to death. I was constantly restocking C-size batteries because she burned through them so fast.
I absolutely loved watching her play. There was something so delicious about seeing her pussy drooling while she buzzed her clit, then sliding that dildo deep inside herself. My favorite was when she got really hungry and started slamming it in and out, moaning and screaming without holding back. Often she’d fuck herself with one toy while vibrating her clit, chasing orgasm after orgasm.
Naturally, I started upgrading her collection to bigger, thicker dildos. Watching her stretch around them and ride them harder and harder drove me wild. There was one in particular that quickly became her favorite: long, thick, and perfectly filling. One morning I came home from running errands and found her sprawled on the bed, legs spread, slowly sliding that big dildo in and out of her soaked pussy. I stood there mesmerized.
“What are you doing, baby?” I asked with a grin.
She looked up at me with that sexy little smile and said she was enjoying her morning ride. I told her to show me every position she’d used while I was gone. She did, and as she performed for me she admitted how much she loved me watching her. That moment changed everything.
Our dirty talk soon evolved. We started pretending her big dildo was another man fucking her. The fantasy made her dripping wet. She’d role-play along, telling me how much better a real big cock would feel, how she’d love riding a stranger while I watched. After the dildo sessions she’d climb on me and fuck me with a level of hunger I’d never felt before, both of us imagining I was someone else.
For years it stayed delicious fantasy fuel. No concrete plans, just constant teasing and role-play. I kept telling her how insanely turned on I was by the idea, and how obviously turned on she was too. And we never stopped fantasizing about it every time we made love.
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