Please find me a new, big one
[Note: I obviously didn't record this interaction, but it's pretty darn close to what I remembered…]
Saturday night I came out of the master bath to find my husband outside the door without a shirt and looking … amorous. Not amorous: "lustful."
"God, you're sexy," he said.
I looked down: pajama bottoms and an oversized T-shirt. Hardly sexy lingerie. But it didn't stop from coming over to me and planting a deep French kiss on me. Nice, it was going to be one of those nights. He pulled my bottoms down for me to step out of and then, keeping his hands on my body, lifted my shirt up and off. Taking my hand to the bed and laying me in the middle.
He lay beside me, mouth all over my breasts and hand exploring my inner thigh. I spread for him, the tingles already coming hot and heavy to me. Rubbing my mound, getting me way more worked up than I had thought I would be 20 minutes ago.
A finger found its way into me. He could feel my wetness, proving how much I wanted this. I found the top of his shorts, pushing them down to find his erection, squeezing him harder. I wanted him, but…
"No, I'm sorry, you need something bigger. Something younger and more talented." All the while playing with my soaked pussy.
"I'll happily take your cock in me now, please." He'd worked me up enough I'd take a gherkin-sized one at this point. He pulled my hand away, restraining it above my head with his hand. With his other, he continued to play with my pussy, in my pussy, around my clit.
"You deserve better. I can feel how hot you are, how you need some stud stuffing you right now." His dirty words were turning me on; I knew he wanted to share me there and then.
"Got someone in mind," I teased through deep breaths."
"I'm sorry, my love, I haven't found a worthy man to fuck you. Yet. I promise I'll do better. For now, let me pleasure you." He moved on top of me; nice, he would mount me himself, which is what I thought I wanted.
But he was reaching over, to my bedside table. Into my drawer. Taking out my vibrator, my Rabbit.
"Something bigger than this, even," he said, as he slid my vibe into me, slowly but smoothly. I had to gasp, the feeling of "fullness" felt so good. It'd been about a week since I'd had him - or anyone - inside, so my inner muscles enjoyed the stretch.
"See," he continued, "you need something with size, something stiff and demanding. Something that can FUCK you properly." And with that, he slid my vibe out and smoothly back in. It was true, I needed something in me. His cock, this vibe, anything would do. But, in reality, my pussy was craving something that could really fill me up.
I was breathing heavily as he darted the vibe in and out of me, my hips reaching up to get it into me. "There you go," he said, "fuck yourself on a bigger dick. Feel him hit spots I can't. Let him feel your insides against his veiny cock. Show him how good your cunt feels deep inside."
His filthy words were driving me nearly as crazy as his constant motions with my toy. I realized how much I NEEDED new dick in me. Seriously, how can a woman handle monogamy when her pussy needs the variety of different men's cocks?
"You want me to find you a new cock?"
I whimpered an affirmative, not really wanting to stop concentrating on what was being done to my pussy.
Vocalization of my desires wasn't needed. My bucking hips proved his point. "There, just think of some new stud, half your age, going inside you. He just wants to use this pussy to get off, to pop his load in your married pussy. Stretch your cunt, get off, blow his sperm in you, then leave you laying here for me to clean up."
I thought back to all the men he had found to do just that: fuck me, cum in me, then leave me with barely a "thank you." I needed another one. Again.
I was moaning. He was using the vibe on me so well, and continued, "I'll find some long-dicked stud to do this to you, with his erection. I'll make sure he fucks you well. And I'll be there to see what he does to my lovely wife."
I was laying there, lights on, bucking up at this fake cock like a whore in heat. I needed something like this. But bigger.
"Cum for him," my husband said, "show him how much you appreciate his dick pleasuring your married cunt."
"Oh, please," I managed to eke out.
"Please what?" he teased, stopping the vibe from going back in on its next thrust.
"Please find someone," I moaned."
"Someone to what," the vibe poked a little at my entrance, but didn't go in fully.
"Please find someone to fuck me, some stranger with a bigger, better cock," I said (I think?), knowing what he wanted, what he needed to hear his wife say.
With my assertion, he pushed into me as deep as the Rabbit would go, not taking it out but pushing it and sliding it around.
"That's my hot wife, desperate for new cock, to feel a stranger's cum drench her married pussy, to pleasure some young stud's cock as she feels him rub her pussy walls. To get impaled and creamed. Cum for him, show him what a married bitch in heat can do."
Honestly? I don't remember everything he said, because my orgasms were coming hot and heavy. But his filthy words didn't stop, and neither did the shudders his words and his impalement with my toy had caused in me. In that state, I would have said anything, agreed to anyone, just to keep the constant rhythm that was massaging orgasm after orgasm out of me.
Long story short… he's made finding a new stud his #1 priority. I told him if he can't find someone, his best friend will need to come satisfy me. The latter I told him as I rode him to his own (short-lived) climax.
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