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30 Days: Nov. 15th
🕑 Added 2024-03-22 18:24:13 +0000 UTCIt is with a completely different energy that I enter my home on this halfway day of November. Without a care I toss my lunch kit onto the counter then swagger up to the chair. Pulling it out I tilt it and give it a spin on one leg then smoothly slip in to sit on it just as it comes around to face front again.
“Well, well, well.” I say as I tap the envelope with my middle finger. “What have you in store for me today, my little storyteller?”
Last night I’d figured it out. I was wise to Sarah’s little game and I was loving it. I was waiting at a depot waiting for my tank to fill as that morning’s letter turned over and over in my mind. Jealousy filled my heart as I remember her glowing account of this wealthy, handsome Richard. Worry fluttered in my gut as I thought about Tonia and James wanting to ‘swing’ while I was still out of commission for another couple of weeks. And I marveled at Sarah’s daring audacity to wear skimpy lingerie in front of our friend and wondered at the worrying silence of my old friend when I spoke to him later that night. And then, in a eureka instant, it all flipped on its head.
She was telling stories! Just like those books of hers, she was weaving her own naughty fiction for an audience of one. The moment that thought hit me I knew I had it.
What did I really know about this Richard? I’d never met the man nor had I ever heard the name mentioned before this month. And seriously, a dashing older millionaire who was kind, generous and a contender for father of the year? He’d probably been lifted straight out of the pages of those books of hers. The strip show? She had said she was going out with Tonia that night but for all I knew she’d spent it at cafe sipping lattes. The trip to the spa? My sister had confirmed they went but had said nothing about massage. Even the parts that were undeniable, the purchases at this boutique she spoke of, what did I truly know had happened? Yes, she bought lingerie and a vibrator. But had she worn it? Had she used it? I only had her letters to go on. Yes, there was porn in my search history. But had she left it there on purpose for me to find? She wasn’t tech savvy but in this day and age who didn’t know about private browsers and erasing history? And the final straw, why hadn’t Bradley said one thing about about coming by the house? It was then I realized that most of what I believed I was taken on faith and letting my wild imagination fill in the gaps.
Clued in as I was the final and biggest giveaway was Sarah herself. The character that she was describing in the letters just wasn’t her. This was a woman who couldn’t even talk to her husband about sex without blowing a gasket. The same woman who practically had a hardware crash if a pair of titties happened to pop out in a movie. No way. I wasn’t buying it anymore. A leopard did not change its spots, not that fast at least.
I don’t know if she was doing it to tease me during my No Nut November or humor me for the month to support my ‘challenge’ through to the end or simply to scratch some hidden itch to write erotica but Sarah had been telling fibs and I had fallen for them hook, line and sinker.
“He he he. You naughty girl.” I take the envelope and tear it open. “Let’s see what you’ve got for Papa Bear today.”
***
Dear David,
Good morning my handsome lovin man! Not just good morning, but good job! I could tell just by the tense way you were looking at me last night that you are being good with your challenge. I can’t imagine how horny you must be having to hold all that virile lust in. But we’re halfway there! I’m so proud of you for making it this far. I hope that you’re proud of me.
Well, stinker that you are, I am assuming that you snooped around and found what I bought for my last challenge. It was only after I wrote my letter that I realized that I should have kept it quiet so that it could surprise you today. I love keeping you guessing and writing surprises! It’s all so dramatic and suspenseful. At work I often daydream about you here reading these and imagine your reaction. He he he! But with yesterday’s letter I wasn’t about to rewrite all that! Yeesh! I’ll pretend you don’t know though and write it as I would.
So yeah, as mentioned I got another gift for myself at the boutique. In one of my books two hunky bitter rivals were both after the same heroine. Would you believe it, she ended up sleeping with both of them at once! As in, at the same time! I have since learned about what they call ‘DP’. It stands for ‘double penetration’. Eek! I feel filthy just writing it. Basically it means a guy in the coochie and a guy in the backside at the same time. I’m sure you know that already, but yeah, that’s what I thought I’d do.
I had Mr. Purple of course but I needed the other half of the duo if I was going to do it so I went to the shop and bought another dildo along with that satin robe I told you about. I really can’t tell you why, just because I was feeling super silly I guess, but I bought the model of that adult performer that I like. The older guy who diddled the maid, remember? Hey, I needed something to base my decision on and that seemed as good as anything. After watching him in those movies I confess that I was a little curious as to what he might feel like. The new one isn’t a pretty color and doesn’t vibrate or anything fancy but it does have the suction cup I’d been wanting.
Once I got it home and unboxed it I realized that it was a lot bigger than I thought it would be! I mean, I knew it was going to be a little bigger than Mr. Purple but it wasn’t until I opened it up that I really appreciated the dimensions. Who knew that just an extra inch could look so different? Of course this one being all realistic looking with the testes and suction cup as part of it the difference isn’t actually as much as it looks. Anyway!
So like the previous night I tried to get all hot and horny in the bed but right away I could tell that it just wasn’t working. There wasn’t anywhere good to suction Mr. Sticky onto and trying to handle both misters at once was too much for me. So up I got and went to try it in the shower. Nope. Had I just been doing Mr. Sticky it would have been okay but having to handle Mr. Purple at the same time with nothing to hold onto was a recipe for falling on my face. So I had to get creative.
Now you know I don’t normally walk around the house without clothes but there I was last night wandering around the house buck naked with two ding-dongs in one hand and some lube in the other. Ha ha ha! I must have looked ridiculous! Thank heaven all the curtains were shut and the doors locked. Imagine if someone had just wandered in to see that!? Ha ha ha! They’d think I was some kind of sex fiend.
And then I found the perfect spot. You know that narrow edge of wall between the fridge and the hallway? Yep. That’s where I stuck him. Then I pulled your chair closer to have something to support me and lean on. I brought the chair close and sat on it as I got my new toy stuck just right. Staring right at it I couldn’t get over just how realistic it really was. The density, the feel, even the little veins, the texture of the balls, I swear it looked just like the real thing. It wasn’t so different than that cowboy from Sunday night. I don’t know why but I sucked on it. Longer than I mean to. It made me feel sexy and submissive. It was nice. Naughty and nice.
I’ve been so selfish as your lover. I see that now. And I am so sorry. I’ve barely ever given you mouth love and only when you begged for it. I swear that will change David. I will be better for you. I WANT to suck you now. I’ll swallow and everything. Whatever you want. And I will do it come December. I promise.
After sucking on it I lubed it all up and then decision was, which mister was going in which hole? Well, that was not a hard call. I’d only had a finger in my bum so far so there was NO WAY I was putting big Mr. Sticky in there! So I turned the chair around and put the vibrator and lube on the seat until I was ready then I bent over and, well, I did it.
I felt kind of ridiculous. Unlike the night before I wasn’t in the room with soft music and candles. I was in the kitchen with the light on. It was so unsexy. But I used my imagination and made the best of it. At first I just kind of rubbed the tip up and down my coochie. All slippery from the lube it felt good as it slid and rubbed. Then I played with it at my entrance for a little, just teasing the head along or through my lips. Feeling it against me I was getting so worked up it was crazy! At that point I let my body take over and I put that big cock into my pussy.
Oh…my…God! David! It felt SO GOOD! Wayyyyy better than Mr. Purple. At first I had a bit of trouble getting him in as he’s a lot thicker than I’m used to. But I persisted and WOO! That was an experience. He stretched me in a new kind of way and it was amazing. I couldn’t even take him all the way for awhile but taking it slow and careful it gradually got easier and before I knew it I could feel his balls when I pushed back. I got him all in! And woah baby! I’d never felt so…full. I’m not going to lie, I didn’t think that I’d be able take him. I’m learning new things about myself everyday.
Putting it along the edge of that wall turned out to be perfect. I could easily push back as deep as I liked and could even get my feet a little further back than in the shower for maximum thrust and control. Maybe it was the realistic shape or maybe it was the extra stretch or extra depth but OH WOW! Wow! Wow! Wow! Thank goodness I had the chair to support me as my legs were all weak and wobbly from climaxing so hard on him. I got so carried away doing it with him that I nearly forgot about the challenge! Ha ha ha! Mr. Sticky can’t compare to the real thing and he’s nothing compared to my big cuddly Papa Bear, but ohhh baby! He was FUN! Maybe someday you could use it on me and you’ll see what I mean. He he he!
Finally remembering my challenge I eventually got the vibrator lubed and gradually worked it into my butt. It was even tougher than the other one but again persistence paid off. And boy did it pay off! The anal alone wasn’t that bad and I didn’t expect to like it so much but having a penis in both holes made me feel SOOO wonderfully full. It was really nice. I thrust the vibrator in and out of my butt as I rocked forward and back on the dildo and in no time at all…fireworks! Ha ha ha! I hope nobody was passing too close to the house just then as they surely would have heard my wails. I just couldn’t hold them in.
For a time I imagined you as Mr. Sticky, then as Mr. Purple, then with you sitting on one of the other chairs silently watching your naughty wife with two other men. Every which way that I imagined it, it was so hot!
I hope that you’re reading this in the kitchen. He he he! If so, you’re just a step away from where it all happened. And you’re probably sitting on the same chair that I leaned on. Your back is probably on the spot my boobs were hanging as I got DP’ed. AAAH! That sounds so naughty! Ha ha ha!
Okay. That’s it. I’m done. AH!
Byeeee!
Your double penetrated wife,
Sarah
P.S.: You better still be shredding these! I swear to God if anybody else ever reads these…I’D DIE!
***
Well. That was quite a story! Even if I knew it was fiction my straining boner couldn’t tell the difference.
Double penetrated? Stretched? COCK!? Who was this woman writing these lewd letters? Sarah had never used the word cock in her life. Hell, she didn’t even say dick. And it was not lost on me that she’d whipped it out to refer to the first above average phallus she’d ever interacted with. As if on some base level she associated that word with size. And the way she talked about it! How good it felt! GAH! It had my lustful jealousy running absolutely wild.
Peering over my shoulder I look at the narrow bit of wall where this story took place, barely past arm’s reach from where I now sat. And this chair I sat on, in this fantasy this is what she held onto as she bent over and rammed back onto the dildo. I could just imagine her big tits hanging over the back of the chair and swinging as she humped her way to orgasm.
“Jesus.”
My hard dick strains for action, a wet slick of precum smearing on the insides of my underwear. Taking the letter I stand and make for the bedroom. At least one part of this story I knew would be true and I just had to see it.
Still in the box I find ‘Mr. Sticky’ tucked right alongside ‘Mr. Purple’ in her delicates drawer along with a small bottle of lubricant that I’d never seen before. On the packaging is the actor that I recognized from the videos, shirtless and looking as hunky as a man could. Curiosity getting the better of me I scan the details and soon find what I was searching for: 7.9 inches of insertable length. Just shy of 8, just as I was just shy of 6. When she said in the letter ‘just an extra inch’ she must have been referring to her other toy, but even that was closer to an inch and a half. Mr. Sticky here had her Papa Bear beat by two solid inches. We now had three dicks under this roof, and I was the smallest of the lot. Fuck!
I shake my head and remind myself that this was all fantasy. Although…even if she hadn’t fucked it she had at least seen it and touched it and felt the difference compared to mine. Even if she didn’t use it she must have started to wonder about things. Gah! Why did this get to me so much!?
A sucker for punishment I pour the dong out of the box and straight into my hand. Shit. This thing was heavy. And damn if it wasn’t a handful. Everything about the dildo dwarfed my pecker. The big balls, the long and thick veiny shaft, the fat mushroom tip every aspect was similar to me just scaled up by a third. You wouldn’t think two extra inches would be such a big thing but staring at it and feeling its firm mass and almost lifelike texture, this bastard was in a whole other league.
And that’s when I see it. Just there deep in the little corner crevice where balls met shaft was a slender white line of dry, crusted…lube? Pussy juice!? It was so little but it was definitely there. Wait a second. Did she actually…!?
I gasp as my world flips back on its head again.
That same madness seizes as had back on the ninth when I broke my challenge…for the first time. The cock, the lube, the letter all right there, I could not stop myself from what happened next.
The next thing I knew I found myself sitting on the bed with the letter open beside me, the big schlong gripped in my left hand, and my own hard lubed dick being stroked with the other.
I read and reread the part where Sarah described how she couldn’t help but to suck on it, how she had to work to get it inside of her, how good it felt as it stretched her tight married pussy, and how she came so hard for it that it made her legs weak while in my mind’s eye I could see every erotic detail. I could see her there bent over like a shameless whore taking that big, fat cock so fucking deep as her big, fat tits swayed and slapped against the back of that chair. My ears hear not the wet squelch of hand and lube but of cock in pussy.
Most women would have never written to their husbands about a superior cock as they understood the deep insult that any slight on a guy’s manhood would bring. If this was any other woman I would have assumed she’d written that for effect. But with Sarah,so completely naive on the topic of sex to the point she never even spoke about it to anyone, the words came across with the honesty of a pure innocent. She had written what she had written because it was the truth and she wanted to share it with her husband. And that made SO much…worse? Better? Was there a difference?
Along side my dick the big phallus loomed, mocking me by its longer, thicker, heavier presence. I could see how much more it would have stretched her and how much deeper it would have reached, touching a place inside of that once virgin bride that I never could. She’d imagined that this was me at one point, was that wishful thinking on her part? Did she wish that I was bigger? She’d imagined that I was the smaller dick in her ass at another point. If so, who was the big one? Richard? And then she’d imagined me sitting and watching her get DPed by two men at once, each of them bigger than me. As if I would just sit there and watch MY WIFE get railed by two other men! But…maybe they tied me to the chair. Maybe they tied me to the chair and forced me to watch!
“Fffuck!”
Pressure rising I fap furiously to the image of my sweet Sarah in the throes of passion as her pussy and her ass were fucked hard and fast by two hot studs.
It strikes me then that I’d never even gone back door with a woman before! Not once. My innocent wife now knew what it felt to have a cock in her ass but I didn’t know what anal felt like. Just like that Sarah had a page in her book of sexual experiences that her more worldly husband did not. And if and when she let me do it to her, I wouldn’t be the first to go there. Mr. Purple and his 6.5 inches had already took the cherry and set the bar forever more.
My nut imminent I focus my eyes back on the porn stars big lifelike cock.
“Yeah. Yeah!” I huff as I pump, pump, pump as fast as my hand could go. “You liked fucking my wife…huh? Huh? You bastard. You liked fucking her so good? Huh? Mmmm! With that big fucking cock of yours.” My hips start to thrust as all the swirling images in my head concentrate down into just one clear vision of this big cock slamming balls deep into my wife’s tight pussy again and again and again. “Hmmm! You made her cum so fucking hard. You fuck…fuck…fuck…GGGNNNNNGHHHHH!!!”
Just like before I cum with a explosive power that would have stunned Oppenheimer. My first hard jet of jizz shoots straight over the gap of floor to splatter into the front of the Sarah’s dresser. With the ecstatic strength of that first incredible burst I’m surprised it didn’t punch a hole straight through the oak. As my cum oozes down the drawers I am rocked by another and another and another eruption of hot cum pumping from my clenching balls and out the tip of my throbbing penis as right beside it a bigger, better version stood tall.
The incredible orgasmic high was every bit as good as the first time if not better. And as my climax dribbles to a sad end, the dregs of my seed dripping to the floor below, with Mr. Sticky still standing triumphant the precipitous crash to the bitter depths of shame was almost as brutal. Not quite, but almost.
The moment the haze of my bliss clears I find myself sitting alone on our bed in our quiet room with my wife’s dildo in my one hand, my spent wet manhood softening in the other, my creamy load all over the dresser and floor in front of me, and with the papers of Sarah’s letter spread out beside me. With my lust drained and my head on straight again I suddenly felt like a damn fool. Look at the state of me! Jesus. With the pressure eased I at least felt greatly relieved in that way, but I felt a damn fool nonetheless. Even more a few minutes later when I am on my hands and knees cleaning up my shameful mess.
Knelt beside the bed the letter grabs my attention once more. I stare at the pages. If her using this dildo had been true…what else was? Surely not all of it, right?
In the office, as the letter grinds through the shredder, I open our household safe. Bradley’s envelope was gone. He must have come by just as Sarah said he had. Sarah, good wife that she was, had been speaking truth all along.
I shake my head and slowly close the safe. “Fuck.”
Comments
Michael Dierks
Sarah's experiencing allot, but she's still honest and straight up with David. I think they can both learn something "new" together ... keeping some respect between them, they are partners, not strangers 😥. Let's see what loves got to do with it.
Beckendwarf
If she still even wants him by the end, we shall see
Beckendwarf
You know, there is really only one way I see this ending well. And multiple situations where it ends poorly for David. I do wonder if they’ll still be together by the end of the story
Michael Dierks
Oh David. I hope you have strength to be one of the men she wants/desires by the time this reaches the other end.
