Her husband's gone for work.
She had prepared herself for this. Her bullet vibrator, her hitatchi, her glass dildo, her realistic one, even her pussy pump were all strewn across the bed. She was on her fifth orgasm, trying to get to her sixth before she took a break-although seven is a lucky number, so maybe she should go for that. For now she slowly stroked her sore clit, her other hand busy with her phone, scrolling through porn.
Nothing interested her at first. She kept scrolling, before taking a break, grabbing the hitatchi and pushing it against her, squeezing it in place with her thighs. She turned it up and kept scrolling through videos. Nothing, nothing, nothing... hm.
She pressed her finger against it, skipped the ad that promised to make her penis get grow bigger, and watched. First it was just a woman playing with her own breasts. She rolled her eyes and skipped through. This was why she often turned to gay porn-no women bullshitting around, only men. Finally a guy stepped on screen. They kissed. It felt mundane, so she skipped.
Oh.
"You like that? Hm?" The woman on screen purred.
"Fuck... yes, please..." The man groaned beneath her. Mary watched, her thighs still squeezing against her vibe, as the nameless woman pushed and pulled her fingers out of the man's ass. She would pull her fingers out all the way, and Mary's eyes widened as he gaped slightly: his hole open and ready as the woman pushed her fingers back in. The man moaned.
The scene cut, then. Mary watched as the woman was now sitting on the man's face, except that she was sitting a bit further back than usual, his face buried into her butt, eating her ass out. They both moaned as he touched himself, and the camera was pulled back just far enough to reveal a round little disc covering his own ass-a plug. The woman rubbed her cunt as he ate her ass out, the two of them moaning.
"Are you gonna cum?" She teased him, her hands on his chest. "Are you gonna be a good boy and cum while eating my ass? No matter what, you're not stopping till I finish..."
He groaned helplessly beneath her. Then his cock exploded: he came, all over his own chest and stomach, matting up his own body hair, making a mess of himself and the woman groaned at the sight and shuddered, her pussy convulsing for the camera.
Mary threw her phone down on the bed and squealed as her own orgasm overtook her, pushing her legs together tight as the vibrator relentlessly stimulated her to the point of pain, where her legs loosened and the thing dropped away. She gave herself a moment to recover, reveling in little aftershocks, a goodness settling deep into her body making her feel heavy and weak.
She wasn't going to lie and say she'd never thought about playing there before, but her ass just seemed so dirty. Sure, she liked gay porn, but she usually stuck to men masturbating or sucking each other off. Wasn't it gross, or wasn't it supposed to be painful...?
She slicked her fingers into her cunt, pulled out and went just a little lower. Her wetness had dripped down into her crack naturally, and hesitantly, she pressed a finger against herself, and pushed it in.
It didn't hurt. Emboldened, she pushed it in a little more, her own warmth enveloping her finger. She let it sit there a moment, then closed her eyes and started to rub her cunt with her other hand.
She thought of her husband. Of his ass lifted in the air-what would it be like to hear him groan, to watch him gape around her fingers? What about if her fingers, right now, were his, and he was getting her ready for his cock? No-what if she sucked his cock, pushed it deep into her throat, and then let go and went down, her tongue and lips finding his ass while he continued to stroke himself above her... or what if she did did that to him?
She pushed her finger in deeper, then pulled out and slowly pushed a second one in, gasping. She liked this. There was no pain, but there was a masochistic side of her that liked how empty her pussy felt with her ass being filled, and she suddenly saw the appeal of double penetration...
She came, hard, thinking about a variety of things, her hips thrusting into the air as she ground her fingers knuckle-deep inside of herself. She felt herself pulsate and grip her own body, her pussy convulsing helplessly onto nothing, her wetness dripping down right where she was playing, and she shuddered and cried out. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and then a little longer than that, relentless in the best sense.
Finally the waves of pleasure abated, and she pulled her fingers out and, panting, inspected them. They looked clean. She sighed. Her ass felt open, now-like she had to poop. Quietly she left the bed, promising to return to it later. Seven was so close to ten-you might as well round it out for a double digit, she figured.
~~~
Her husband got home. They had dinner on the couch, watching Netflix and snuggling close. They got ready for bed and he chuckled, lightly chastising her for leaving all her toys out in the open. She threw them into the sink and washed them as he laid in bed, scrolling through his phone. Finally she stripped naked, the way she always slept, and got into bed with him.
She pushed her body against his side, blinking up at him playfully. He looked at her. "...yeah? Did you have good orgasms today?"
"Yes. I still want to ride you, though."
He barely stifled a scoff. "Another night. I'm tired."
"Suck your dick?" He gave an unenthusiastic grunt. She was insatiable. She knew that. Finally she smiled lightly. "...make out for a little bit?"
He turned over, and she crawled on top of him, kissing him in light, slow, sweet, easy ways.
Finally they pulled away. "I tried some new porn today." She started.
"Yeah?" He reached up to turn off the light.
"Anal. Would you want to try that with me?"
"Um..." He considered it. "Like me... in your ass?"
"Yeah. Or, you know, I could wear a strap on. Or we could just eat each other's asses out, or play with our fingers. My orgasm was really intense. Like-"
"Isn't it dirty? And doesn't it hurt?"
"No." She grinned. "It felt amazing. You have to try it with me; I just couldn't stop cumming..."
"I'll think about it." He said shortly. "Good night." The light came off and he leaned back into the bed.
She blinked and rolled over. "...good night."
But she couldn't fall asleep. Quietly, waiting to hear the sounds of him snoring, she got her phone, set the volume to mute, and found some gay porn, suddenly interested in anal. She was a master of jacking off in silence, now, and she did that-watching men's asses open up as hard cocks were put inside, watching the pleasure mingle on their faces.
Her orgasm was quick and she fell asleep easy.
~~~
The next few weeks were consuming. When she wasn't at work, or spending time with John, she was playing with herself. She bought a butt plug and beads, and she loved the fullness of the plug, and she adored how deep the beads could go. One day she had even been bold enough to wear the plug to work, and she loved the way it filled her, kept her mind occupied on sex, and by the time she got home her panties were soaked through and she flopped on the bed and got her toys and came, and came, and came.
Every couple of nights she would remind John, asking if he'd thought about it. The answer was usually "another night, please". Every so often she'd add in little bits of info:
