Friday. My wife Rebecca, but likes to be called Bex, arrived home with a fancy carrier bag and the cheeky smile that usually precedes a new sexual adventure. She is a dirty bitch, innovative, foul-mouthed and horny. But only in the privacy of our own home, to the outside world she is a demure, quiet, loving wife and schoolteacher.
I had been home since early afternoon, I am fortunate that my company has a four and a half day week. I had already showered and shaved, dinner was ready. Our usual Friday night in. Satisfying sex the only thing on the agenda.
Bex changed out of her work clothes, showered and we had an early dinner. With wine.
"What's in the bag?"
I asked.
"Later."
She replied. I shifted my burgeoning cock to a more comfortable position. Dinner over, we stacked the dishwasher and she said;
"Give me ten minutes, bring the rest of the bottle."
It was a long ten minutes. Usually, a bag like that contains sexy underwear, 'For your eyes only' as she calls it. Not that I need such inducements, our sex life is amazing. But she likes to tease. This time I teased her, stretching the ten minutes to almost fifteen.
There was no new underwear, she was lying naked on the bed, legs parted, one hand idly fingering her cunt. On my pillow was what had been in the bag, a dildo. A big one.
I placed the bottle and two glasses on the bedside cabinet and pushed my loose pants down to my ankles, allowing my erect cock to spring free. It was dripping pre-cum, I had been hard, off and on, since my shower. I had been priming it. I waved it at her.
"This no longer enough for you."
I said.
"Get you fucking kit off and get on the bed."
She ordered, now in full filthy whore mode.
She took hold of the dildo. I had never known her to use one. She masturbates using just her fingers, frequently for my enjoyment as well as her own, but she makes no secret of the fact that she also does it privately, as do I. Sometime she will send me a text when we are both at work;
"Feeling horny, just gave myself one in the Ladies."
If I could, I would wank myself off in the Gents and text back;
"Ditto."
But more often than not, I would just send the text. Yes I know. But I'm no superman, the stuff's in short supply and I prefer to save for a more deserving recipient than Armitage Shanks. Besides, Bex orgasms ten or more times to my once. Who said it's a man's world? I'm pretty sure that she knows I cheat.
"This is in addition to you, not instead of. I want to have two cocks at the same time, but only one man. Meet Richard the Second."
"Why not Richard the First? Have you had one before?"
"No. Richard the First was 1189 to 1199. According to the box it was in, this one is 1377, thirteen inches long and seven point seven in girth. Thirteen inches overall, only eleven inches insertable."
I should have known, she teaches history.
"Only?"
I echoed.
My cock was now desperate for attention, I waved at her and said;
"And in your scheme of things, where am I to put this?"
It was even needier when she repled;
"As far up my arse as it will go."
Then she spoiled it by adding;
"At first anyway, I'll need practice with this before it goes up my bum. But first, I need to try in my cunt."
This I had to see, I turned round on the bed so that we were head to tail and rested my head on her thigh. Her delicious cunt was inches from my face, the gaping petals shining with her juices. I could almost taste it. I this near sixty-nine position, my cock would be close to hers, but oral was not her plan.
She rubbed the bulbous head of the plastic phallus on her wet lips to prepare it. I was enormous, surely not intended for human use. She pushed the tip in with little twisting movements. Her lower mouth seemed to open to accept it. Richerd's 'foot' was on the door. Little by little using this screwing technique, she pushed several inches into herself. She was making little mewing noises.
My inferior but real version, was painfully hard. It felt like I could break rocks with it. My hand was drawn to it as it was magnetic. I was convinced that it would go off if I attempted any kind of movement, but could not resist giving it a little stroke. I had forgotten that Bex had a grandstand view, her voice, husky with lust drifted down to me;
"If you're going to make that thing squirt, make sure that it's onto my tits."
She was now gently fucking herself with the dildo, still rotating it. Gradually, it disappeared inside her. Well, not all of it. Eleven inches? Really? There was still some way to go, but a good two thirds was stretching her. I could only boggle.
Just as slowly, she withdrew it, gleaming with juice. The show was over. I turned the right way up.
"How was it?"
I asked.
"Absolutely amazing," she said. "Was it all in?"
"No," I replied. "Nowhere near."
She seemed disappointed. She said;
"It will be easier next time, I want it in all the way to it's plastic balls."
"You'll hurt yourself," I said. "Besides, if you get used to that, mine won't even touch the sides."
Richard was now standing on its suction base, next to the wine bottle and almost as big.
"Nonsense,"she said. "Women give birth to nine plus babies and are still able to enjoy being fucked with tiddlers like yours."
I would have been offended if I hadn't known that she was joking, my toddler is average in length at six and a half inches, but quite thick. And she was right about a woman's elasticity, we had both watched porn featuring women with wine bottles up their cunt.
"I want both of you together now."
She said, and pushed herself up onto all fours. I watched spellbound as she re-inserted Richard, then applied lubricant to my cock and her arsehole, working it I to with my fingers. Entry was restricted by the mass of Richard cramming the other hole, but I was able to engage fully.
We soon found a rhythm whereby both intruders could pleasure her. My need to come subsided slightly, hers increased. Her arse tightened around my cock and her body began to buck. The dildo popped out as she lost control of it. I just hung on for the ride until her convulsions stopped, then I began my movements again, accelerating towards my own ejaculation.
"Take it out!" She squealed. "Come on me, spray my arse with it!"
I pulled out and with a few firm strokes, obliged her, signwriting with my spunk. I leaned back to admire me artwork, her buttocks looked like iced buns. She fell forwards onto the bed. I leaned down and licked the icing off, drilling into both spunky holes with my tongue as she squirmed and squealed on delight.
When we had regained our breath, I asked if it had been up to expectations.
"Better," she said. "Thank you, it was fucking awesome."
Richard remained out of sight unused for the whole week, Bex saying that she needed to recover, but we fucked in the conventional way most days. By the next weekend though, she was ready for more. She said that she was determined to accommodate all eleven eyewatering inches, the use it on her arse.
"You'll never get that I to your arse," I said. "It's much too big."
"Too big for yours perhaps," she replied. "But you have been dreaming mine out for years, it will fit."
It was true, I loved to fuck her arse and she loved me to do it. She claims that she can feel my spunk shoot when I'm in her arse, but not in her cunt.
So I was upside down, next to her, when she proved it. Bit by bit, she pushed the thing into her cunt until its balls were hard against her. Then after a break, I assisted her to squeeze it into the other hole. Not all of it, but nearly. Then Richard and I d.p'd her again, this time with her on top, impaled on my cock and her pumping her arse with Richard the Everhard.
In the afterglow, she said;
"I think I might have to start looking for William the Third."
William the Third, I pondered. 1688 to…
"Never!"
I shouted. She burst out laughing.
"I agree," she said. "Never."
Before we fell asleep, I said;
"I suppose the next step will be to do it with two real cocks?"
"Only if you can find one that's not attached to a man," she replied. "You're the only man for me."
Gratifying perhaps, but I can dream.
