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I returned home the next day. My wife wasn't home so I dropped my bags in the bedroom and went to take a quick shower. The hot water, soapy lather, and my wandering hands reminded me of my adventure on the road. As I became hard, I slipped my finger into my tight hole and the feeling reminded me so much of how Jack had entered me, I nearly came. I slid one finger, then a second into my soapy opening, and felt the familiar sensation of being opened, prepared for the entry of an alpha-male. Unfortunately there was none around. I knew I'd have to try that again soon. In the meantime, I knew my wife had a large dildo in her night table. I didn't want to go through the whole process of drying off, getting lubed up (I had seen a tube of KY in the cabinet under the counter) - so I rinsed the soap off of myself, and went to get the sex toy. Dripping the entire way, I found it where she always kept it, and returned to the warm, steamy confines of the shower. I looked more closely at the dildo now, and noticed how realistic it was. It was a flesh-like color, was obviously molded from the real thing as it had the veins along the shaft, the large ridge under the head, and a big pair of balls that seemed to move inside their sack. It was larger than my own cock - had to be around 8 inches, and pretty thick. Not as large as Jack's cock, but large enough to do what I needed.
As I soaped my self again, enjoying the sensation of a slippery finger opening my entrance, my mind wandered back to my encounter with Jack at the hotel sauna. How quickly he had spotted my need, and how swiftly he had me on my knees in front of him, his penis in my mouth. He just knew somehow. I moved the shower spray so it hit the wall and didn't rinse all the slippery lather from me as I reached for the rubber cock. It looked so real; I had to try sucking it. I closed my eyes (not sure why), and took it into my mouth as deeply as I could. It was ridiculous but sucking this rubber cock was making me hard. I slid the dildo in and out of my throat, trying to take it as deeply as possible, but it just didn't work as well as it did with a real, warm, soft cock. I pulled it out and applied soap to it, in order to prepare it for what was next. Once it was slippery, and my hole was comfortably loosened, I bent forward, balancing myself on the shower bench, and positioned the big head at my tight hole. The anticipation of what was about to happen was almost too much.
I felt the round head nudging my opening, and tried to relax as I applied pressure. There was a momentary sensation of pain, and stretching as the wide tip started to penetrate me, and I pushed outward as if having a bowel movement. The head of the dildo slipped into me, passed the tight ring of my opening and I felt my anus clamp down on it. The pain was sharp, and I pulled it free. I hadn't recalled it being this difficult, but then again, I was pretty light-headed with lust the last time something was pushed into me, so this might take a little more work. I stuck the base of the dildo to the tile wall (it had a suction cup base, I assume for cases just like this), trying to get it at the right level. Next, I grabbed the lube from below the bathroom counter and applied a great deal of it to my opening, getting it inside as well as on the surface. Turning away, I bent over, one hand on my leg for balance, and the other angling the rubber cock at my hole. Once I had it in position I put both hands on my thighs and pushed back slightly. I relaxed my anus, and the head popped right in. Now just a feeling of fullness, and an indescribable sensation of being taken again. This was how it was with Jack. I pushed back farther, and the rubber penis slid into me, brushing past my prostate and sending a charge through my own cock. I settled down on it until I felt the big rubber balls touching my own. I had taken the entire length, and felt so full, so "taken". I looked down at my own cock and felt it surging with hardness. I was still somewhat covered in soapy lather, but now that I had the lube in place, that wasn't necessary. I reached up and felt the dildo, the big balls pressed against my own, the stretched opening of my "pussy" (how exciting to think of myself with this feminine term) tightly wrapped around the shaft. Moving my hand to my own cock, I felt it throb. The feeling was coursing through my cock, deep inside, to what I have to assume was my prostate. With each throb, it was stimulated, and I knew I could cum right now if I wanted to.
I moved forward, allowing the thick shaft to retreat out of me. Back and forth as the head nudged past my prostate, sending a thrill through my body, that I had only felt once before, as Jack had deflowered me. Really leaning into it now, I was fucking myself back onto the dildo over and over as I imagined a large, strong man taking hold of my hips and really using me for his pleasure. Fucking me to get off, but unbeknownst to him, the pleasure was mostly mine. A few times the big cock slipped out of me, and drooped downward, but with a quick adjustment I had the head in position, and easily accepted it again. Before long it was too much, and without touching myself I felt the familiar feeling start to build. This was a little different than my usual masturbation orgasm, or even what I was used to from sex with my wife. It built form deep within me, and burst out through my cock, contracting strongly around the intruder inside my colon. The first spasm surprised me in its intensity, and I didn't even know it was about to happen. My cock throbbed 5-6 times and gave a great spurt of white creamy cum each time. I managed to catch at least a few ropes in my palm and was able to taste it as I came, which normally I would have lost the urge to do. The salty taste made my orgasm even stronger.
After cleaning up and putting everything back where it was, I made my way downstairs, and waited for my wife to return. I heard her key in the lock before long, and she walked in, looking amazing.
Dar, as I called her, wore a light summer dress over her voluptuous body. I loved the way her curves were highlighted by the light, thin material. She was never comfortable with her curviness, but I loved it. She had wide hips, and a large firm ass, what people refer to as a "bubble-butt". She hated it, wanting to be more like the models in her favorite magazine, but every time I saw her in panties I had to restrain myself from tearing them from her incredible body. Her breasts were not enormous, but a full 36 C, and featured great, wide, dark areola that I loved. They seemed so "female" for lack of a better term. I never liked the look of tits with those tiny areola and nipples. When she was nude, Dar looked like a work of art, like something from the Middle Ages when all the paintings featured those round, soft models. She dropped her bag, and stood before me.
"You made it back!!" Dar reached for me, pulling me up to kiss her.
"I did. I couldn't wait to get back here to see you, and feel you...." I said with a smirk as I ran my hand over her hip and up to cup her breast. To my surprise she returned my grin and began undoing the buttons of her dress.
"Did you miss these?" She asked as her dress fell from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. The light material was actually stopped from falling off completely by her round hips, and she was topless. Standing in our living room with her dress nearly off, she hooked her thumbs in the dress and wiggles her hips so it would slide off. The dress hit the floor and left her standing there in only her panties.
"Wow - of course I did. You're not wearing a bra today?" I moved to her to touch the dark nipple of her left breast as it tightened and grew erect. I could see the hint of a light blue vein running across the white flesh, close to her areola and it always excited me for some reason.
"No, not today - I was enjoying the warm weather, and the feeling of the material on my nipples is amazing." She reached up and brushed her fingers over both nipples, looking down at their reaction. I kissed her, and ran my hands into the waist band of her panties, first just moving them over her incredible, firm ass cheeks, and then finally, pushing the panties down over her hips. She stood before me, nude. I had to step back to take it all in.
"Well now....see anything you like?" She asked in a put-on Mae-West style, cocking her hip and looking at my crotch for a reaction. I looked at her standing there in all her glory, just an amazing example of a woman. Full breasts, dark, wide areola, those hips that drive me wild, and in the centre of it all, a thick, triangular patch of dark hair. I loved the contrast between her pale skin and the dark bush.
"You, you're amazing......I'm...." I looked down at what had caught her attention, and my erection was painfully obvious, tenting the front of my pants, and straining for release. It didn't have to wait long. Dar dropped to her knees in front of me, unzipped me, and reached inside my pants to pull my erect cock free. The next thing I knew I was engulfed in the warmth and wetness of her mouth as she sucked me hard. Her hands traveling around, pulling me closer, deeper into her throat. "Oh, that's so good.....mmmmmmm....I can't believe how good you are at that..." I moaned as she began to bob on my cock, sucking, licking, and generally working hard to ensure I came as fast as possible. She pulled my cock form her mouth and looked up at me.
"I want you to cum for me, cum in m mouth. I haven't tasted you for a week." She went right back to work and even though I had just cum upstairs with her dildo inside of me, soon I was ready.
