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The Wreckoning Chapter 12: August 1st
🕑 Added 2020-01-28 21:38:12 +0000 UTCIt is the first week of August and we were in the middle of a scorching heat wave. I loved the heat but even I had been forced to get the air conditioning going.
I am home on a day off listening to some tunes and tidying up the bedroom. Despite regularly doing the laundry my bedroom had developed a sweat, sex and lube tinged funk. I spent so long in this room every evening the aroma of our sessions had permeated the walls and furniture. I’d have to give this place a good deep cleaning before Dylan returned.
It had been 6 months since my sessions with Robyn had begun and I had never felt more in tune with my body and sensuality. The nightly challenges helped cultivate a deeper fully understanding of my being. I had experienced breakthroughs in my yoga practice both physically and mentally. And holy mother of God was I feeling great sexually. I don’t think it an exageration that I had cum more often and in more ways in the past half year than I had the previous 5! People noticed it too. They said I looked relaxed, at peace, and had a certain glow about me.
For all that however it was clear things were changing in other ways as well.
This was brought into sharp focus as on the first Robyn had me try to hold D1, the 5 and a half incher, in my pussy unsupported just as I had on that very first day. I put it in as I had then and squeezed my muscles are tight as they would go. As I brought my hands up to my head and stood with my legs spread, try as I might, I could not stop the toy from slowly sliding out of me and dropping to the floor. I tried a few times. I could slow it down but I just could not hold it inside of me, something I had done 6 months ago by barely trying. I realized it would take some time to recover from this once it was all over, I had no idea what I would tell my husband. I would have to find a way to cut him off for a while while I recouped and I knew that would not be easy after a year apart.
This month’s package had been a single item, D7, an inflatable dildo. I didn’t even know such things existed but it was an experience and a half. It went in easy but then you could start to pump it up, slowly but steadily stretching me out a tiny bit on each squeeze of the bulb. It was…intense. With Robyn’s encouragement I was pumping it up just tad more each session.
Robyn and I were getting along great. It was weird but she was honestly my best friend. It had become so much easier once I just accepted my fate. I really had been awful to her all through school and she was such a shy and sensitive woman, I would happy once we were square and we could interact without that unpleasantness hanging over us.
I was just getting ready to head downstairs when I am surprised by the sound of a call coming in. My pussy and ass twitch with automatic anticipation at the sound.
“What the hell?” I look toward the laptop sitting open in its usual place. Robyn was at work and nobody else I knew used Skype anymore.
I approach it and lean down to look and can barely believe my eyes.
I answer the call with a big smile as I see my husband’s handsome face appear on the screen. Except for a full beard he looked just as he had the day he left. The room behind him was cloaked in darkness, all I could see was his glowing face.
“Dylan? What the heck?”
“Ha ha!” He says with a slight echo to his voice due to the satellite connection. “I can’t believe I caught you on here!”
“Uh yeah, just happened to have it running.”
“Wow, you’re coming in so clear.” He says.
Shit, I forgot. “Uh, yeah. I got a new webcam. I, uh, was messing with the idea of starting online yoga classes.” Just a little white lie. “So how are you doing? Starting to see sunlight yet?” I knew down there they were still in the depths of the cold dark winter.
“Barely. I see it’s a heatwave up there. God I wish I could have some of that here right now.”
I laugh. “I’m happy to see you but…why are you calling on Skype?”
Dylan looks back over his shoulder then turns back to me with a very familiar crooked grin on his face, Dylan was feeling frisky! “Hey, I got comms all to myself for a half hour. Nobody monitoring or anything. I thought maybe if I could catch you home… he he he.”
I realize quickly what he is suggesting. He wanted to have video phone sex.
“Dylan!” I exclaim.
“Come on baby.” He grins that handsome grin of his.
I find myself torn by conflicting feelings yet I wasn’t about to say no to him considering the situation. I nod enthusiastically and get my head in the right place. I was more than game.
“Hey, he he he, you still got that toy of yours?” He was referring to my plastic vibrator.
I cock a flirtatious eyebrow and smile. “Of course.” The truth was I hadn’t touched the thing since he left, the batteries would surely be dead by now.
“Why don’t you go get it.” He says. “We don’t have much time and I don’t know when I can do this again.”
“Sure baby. Hold on.”
I hurry to my night stand and pull out the toy. My finger wrap easily around it and as I hold it I am stopped in my tracks. I knew for a fact the vibrator was very close to Dylan’s size, same length and a very similar girth. After all these months of using D2 through D7, including the foot long D5 which I had quietly fantasized about being Dylan ever since the first night I used it, my old toy looked so…so…pathetic. I knew Dylan was bigger than D1 so I never associated the two together, but seeing my vibrator now I realized he was far closer in size to it than any of the others. It wasn’t just length or width, but also weight and volume. What I held now seemed feather light and stick thin. Was this for real? In my skewed reality of the past half year I had forgotten what a normal sized cock actually looked and felt like.
“Baby?” I hear from the computer.
I shake myself out of it and hurry back. “Sorry, here I am.”
As I sit on the edge of the bed and face the screen I am surprised to see my husband already leaning back with his cock in his hand. It’s little helmet peeked up over his grip.
“Oh my!” I say. “He he he! You are in a hurry.”
“Strip for me Nat. Show me that body I’m missing so bad.”
I am grinning from ear to ear. Did this feel weird after everything I’d done in this room? Hell yes it did. Did it feel odd doing this without my mask? Yep. And was is strange having Dylan staring back at me instead of Robyn? Oh yeah. But my man asked me to perform for him and I was thrilled to do so.
I set the toy down and get up off the bed. Moving, writhing, and undulating to the beat of the music I peel out of the shorts and t shirt every bit as erotically as I would sexy lingerie. Dylan, having gone without for so long, had no complaints. He sat in rapt attention, slowly stroking his dick as he watched me perform.
I tease him with my tits and play peekaboo with my swaying ass but before long I am in the buff and settling down on the edge of the bed again to join him in some mutual masturbation.
“Oh my god.” He says out of the blue. “Did you shave your pussy?”
God damn it, another thing I forgot about. I just giggle. “Don’t like it?”
“No, I never said that!” He grins, clearly approving. He lets out a lusty sigh. “Ohh baby, I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.”
“Fuck yourself baby. Fuck yourself in time with my strokes.” He tells me. “Let’s do it together.”
My second nature now was to follow orders over video chat. Without hesitation I take the toy and slip it inside my pussy, there is hardly any resistance to meet the smooth plastic of the vibrator. The full 6 inches slides in feeling like a pinky finger.
“Oh!” I let out a fake moan. I then begin to move the toy in time with my husband’s shallow strokes. The toy tilts and prods, a different angle on each thrust as it pokes into the vast empty space between my legs.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it baby. You feel me?”
“I feel you baby.” Barely.
“Mmmm. God I wish I could be there.”
“Me too baby, me too.”
Dylan continues to stroke. I hear his breathing pick up and see his chest heave up and down as his passion rose. Doing my very best to fake it for him I mirror back the same levels of moaning desire. I hated my deception but I wanted Dylan to be happy. I squeeze my cunt muscles and angle it just so as to enjoy the tiny toy as much as I could. It certainly felt good, but it was teasingly small now. After fantasizing about my husband so many times with big D5 it was surreal thinking about him as I used this short skinny dick.
“Yeah. Mmmmm. Yeah, so good.” I groan lewdly.
“Ohh…ohhh fuck…yeah baby. I’m gonna cum baby!” He announces. Grabbing a wad of tissues he had at the ready he wraps them around the head of his dick and busts his nut. “MMMMMM!”
Taken off guard by the suddenness and earliness of his climax it takes me a second to catch up. I rapid bang my pussy with the toy, sloppy hollow squelches accompanying my slapping thrusts, and simulate a hard orgasm for my grunting and bucking spouse despite the fact I was barely even warmed up.
“Ohhhhh babyyyyyy!” I draw upon all my acting ability as I yelp and gyrate and grab my tit with my free hand in mock release. “Ohhhhhhh!”
“RRRMMMMM!!!” His low voice growls through the speakers. I could just make out the shaft of his dick flex with rhythmically as he shoots his wad. I found myself wishing I could taste it.
We both ease down together. “Whoooo!” He grins that cute, slightly goofy, post-coital smile of his. “Oh yeah. Thank you baby. Mmmm. Good for you?”
“Always.” I pull the toy from my cunny. “Thank you! Oh, what a wonderful surprise this was.”
He is cleaning himself up with the tissues. “I’m not sure if I’ll get to do this again. But I just needed to see you Nat.”
“Aww, I missed you too.” I watch him, just savoring this time spent together. I then look at the moist dildo in my hand and a kinky thought strikes me. “Hey babe.”
“Yeah?” He looks up as he sets the tissues to the side then puts his softening cock away. Through the screen his half flaccid manhood looked barely bigger than his thumb. I force the unflattering thought from my head.
“I’ve got a surprise too. For when you get home.” I cannot help but giggle.
“Oh?” He leans in close. “Can I get a hint?”
I hold up the wet glossy toy, presenting it like a game show hostess. Turning my head I open my mouth…then slide the toy through my lips, into my mouth and right down my throat with effortless ease. I could taste my pussy on the toy, a flavor I was intimately familiar with at this point. I strain my eyes to the side to watch his reaction as I deep throat the 6 inches as if it were nothing.
His eyes nearly bug out of his head and his jaw drops open. “Whaaaat!?”
I continue to hold it there, firmly and confidently, showing no signs of choking or gagging, and let his imagination run wild. After a solid minute I pull the vibrator out and give it a tender little kiss to the pointed tip. “He he he he! Wish it was you.”
“Oh my GOD!” He exclaims. “Uhhh…I don’t even…WOW!”
I smile proudly and set the toy to the side. “Don’t be late getting home.” I wink.
“Oh my god, 6 months will feel like 6 years.”
We chat a bit, express our love for each other, and too soon our time is up.
Within minutes of the call ending I am on the bed thrusting all 12 inches of D5 in and out of my previously frustrated pussy. My eyes closed I replay the whole scene with Dylan again, just with one big improvement.
