And then I got the text that blew my mind—a shot of my sexy wife, the redheaded beauty I’ve loved for twenty-four years, wearing a strap-on! I thought, “Is she in my head now, seeing into some of my demented fantasies? How does she always know what I want?”
I just kept staring at the pic, then I heard another ding! Holy fuck, another pic—my wife, naked except for her strap-on, with the caption, “I’m going to fuck the cum out of you tonight, fuck boy.” Before I could even process, ding! Another message: “When you get home, go to our bathroom for further instructions.”
Trying to calm down and not look at these photos of my gorgeous wife—the woman of my dreams sporting a strap-on dildo—was extremely challenging but imperative as I navigated through this business meeting. My mind couldn’t leave the kinky scenario that awaited me, but somehow, I managed to focus and finish my meeting as quickly as possible.
The moment the meeting ended, I moved with the urgency of a man on a mission, weaving through the bustling city streets, my heart pounding with anticipation. I practically flew through the door of our house, bolting to our bathroom. Next to the shower was a sticky note beside lube and butt plugs. It read: “Don’t take too long, fuck boy!” Reading those words caused me to twitch and leak; it was hard not to touch myself as I showered.
After the shower, I couldn’t get to the bedroom fast enough. I sat down next to her and kissed her urgently, filling her mouth with my tongue, which she then started to suck. As we made out, my hands moved to her plump, round, perky tits, and I began rolling and pinching her nipples. She moaned and demanded I suck them. While I licked and sucked her tits, she pulled me close, and suddenly, I felt her strap-on rubbing against my own hard cock.
Holy shit, I thought, never in a million years did I imagine this happening.
She then grabbed my twitching cock and whispered in my ear, “Touch it, fuck boy. It’s not real; it’s just a bitch’s cock. Go ahead, stroke my bitch cock while you suck my nipples.”
Before I could move my hand, she did it for me. I lightly began to stroke the strap-on, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief.
“You like rubbing a whore’s cock, don’t you?” she teased. I covered her lips with mine, but she defiantly responded, “Answer me, fuck boy. You like it, don’t you? I can feel your cock getting harder when you touch my bitch dick.”
I thought, Holy shit, this little devilish slut…I fucking love this woman! I let go of the strap-on and softly pinched her nipples between my thumb and pointer fingers. As I did this, she began lightly rubbing and stroking my cock along with her lady dick.
I knew I was leaking precum, but what she did next blew my fucking mind—and damn near cost me my load. She looked me square in the eye and said, “You’re leaking precum all over my bitch cock, you naughty boy. Now show me what a good little fuck boy you can be for her, and lick it all off. Do it. Lick your precum off my cock,” she repeated, moaning.
She pulled my mouth from her nipple and my hand away from her pussy, and whispered in my ear, “As good as that feels and as hot as this looks, it’s time for me to fuck the cum out of you, fuck boy.”