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Mia tossed and turned in bed. Something just wasn't right. Was she too hot? Too cold? No. As she sat up, it dawned on her what was missing. Her husband. Frederick would get out of bed for the occasional trip to the bathroom, but he'd been gone far too long for that. She climbed out of bed to find her husband. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Where could he be in the middle of the night? Perhaps something terrible had happened.

There was no sign of him in the upstairs bathroom, so she headed downstairs. Maybe he was in the kitchen, though a two a.m. snack wouldn't have been normal for her husband, who kept a schedule so tight she could set a watch by him. On her way to the kitchen, a strange groan turned her towards the den. She headed towards the sound. A glow peeked out from under the door. When it became abundantly clear what she was hearing, Mia flung the door open in disbelief and exclaimed, "Fred!"

Her husband had been leaning back in his large leather desk chair, his pajama pants down around his thighs, holding his hardness in a death grip. The shock of Mia's scream had him pushing his chair back and trying to stand at the same time, but his pants were still down. In the end, he went toppling over, chair and all, with a hard thud against the wooden floors. "Owww," he cried.

But Mia wasn't going to let his momentary pain distract from the gravity of the situation. On his monitor, a bottle blonde with big fake breasts and inflated lips was impaling herself on a dildo. Mia was short and petite, with curly brown hair and only wore light makeup. She couldn't have been more opposite to the woman Fred was watching if she tried. Tears began to well in her eyes at the thought that her husband might not be attracted to her. "How could you? You would rather sneak down here and jerk off to her than be with me?"

Fred attempted to right himself, but between the chair having fallen on him and being tangled in his pajama pants, he was having a hell of a time with it. If Mia hadn't been devastated by what was happening, the scene would have actually been funny. Eventually Fred managed to detangle himself from his chair and get his pants up. "No, it's not that at all. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I could never want someone else more than I want you."

Mia pointed an accusatory finger at the video still playing. "If any of that is true, then what do you call this?"

He hit the spacebar to pause the video. "This is very embarrassing. Can't we please just ask like it never happened?"

How could she pretend like it never happened. She didn't want to be insecure, but her husband was a very attractive man. Tall. Fit. Dark hair that shone in the moonlight. Deep piercing brown eyes. And a slight French accent he picked up from his mother. Mia had always wondered how she was so lucky to get a husband like him, so the idea that he would leave her side to go jerk off to some bimbo tore her apart. The woman wasn't even pretty. "I just want to know what you can get from her that you aren't getting from me?"

Fred gave a heavy sigh. His shoulders slumped and he broke eye contact. Mia braced herself to hear something she didn't want to. "I like to watch," he murmured. 

Mia gestured toward the screen. "You like to watch HER, you mean."

He gave another sigh. "No. It's not about her. I just have a thing for watching women pleasure themselves."

Mia cocked her head, her eyes growing wide.

He held up his hands to top her before she could say anything. "Don't worry. I would never ask you to do anything like that. I know how shy you are. I'd never want to make you uncomfortable with me in bed."

The pieces began to fall together one at a time in her mind. "But you'd want to see that? You'd want to see me..." She could hardly utter the word allowed. "Masturbating?"

The heated look in Fred's eyes at the mere suggestion gave her all the answer she needed. "I would never expect something like that of you. Let's go to bed. And don't worry, no more porn. Okay?"

Mia gave a tentative nod as he closed out the browser and turned off the computer. They went to bed and while he could quickly fall asleep after everything that had happened, Mia was wide awake. She was sure he believed what he said when he promised no more porn, but she knew men. If they couldn't get their needs met by their wife they sought out other outlets. As sincere as he may have believed his promise was, she knew that sooner or later he'd be back to watching porn or perhaps some live shows.

She glanced over at her husband, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. She loved him with every fiber of her being. She couldn't imagine life without him. And she wanted him to be happy and satisfied in their marriage. That's when Mia decided, it was her turn to sneak out of bed down to the den.


* * * * *


A few days passed and everything went back to normal, it was as though their late night incident never occurred. Mia came home from the grocery store and found Fred at the kitchen table doing a crossword. She sat the bags down on the counter and started to unpack them. She was very particular about where they went so he knew not to touch anything until she was done. Glancing up from his crossword, he said, "A package arrived for you while you were out. I put it on the counter."

She gave him a smile of acknowledgement, and he went back to what he was doing. After she got everything put away, she opened the brown package pulling out a box with the image of her purchase on it. As she held the box between her hands, Fred stared at her. "What's that?" he asked, shock choking his words.

"A dildo," Mia answered matter-of-factly. Usually she wasn't a smartass, but there was something about having her husband's fantasies literally in the palm of her hand that gave her a sense of empowerment she couldn't recall ever having before.

"Yes, thank you. I can see it's a dildo. But why do you have it?"

She shrugged. "I bought it."

His frustration was growing with every exchange. She could feel it wafting off him and had to struggle not to smile. "But sweetheart, why did you buy a dildo?"

"To masturbate with. Is there another reason to buy one?"

He just watched her with his mouth hanging open as she opened the package and pulled out the toy.  She sat it on the counter next to her and pulled out a card explaining proper care and maintenance of her new purchase. She'd bought toy cleaner with the dildo and that seemed all she needed to get started.

She turned on the facet and let water run over the eight inch cock. She couldn't help but notice how realistic it looked. Maybe they had modeled it after a real one? Was that a thing? Penis models? She covered it in solution and slid it back and forth in her fist in a jerking motion making sure to get it good and clean. Once she was done, she rinsed it again. Only as she was drying it did she venture a glance over to her husband. He was staring at her like a starved beast and she just happened to be holding a juicy steak.

The intensity of his stare made her tingle between her thighs. She figured they'd get their first test run in that night, at the very least after dinner, but the look in his eyes told her that wasn't going to happen. So she turned to head upstairs. Before leaving the kitchen she looked over her shoulder and asked, "Coming?"

He darted from his chair as if she'd just called the start of a race. She'd barely made it a few feet before he was already on her heels. He followed her upstairs to the bedroom and took a seat at the end of the bed, his eyes never leaving her for a single second.

That's when she realized, she had not the slightest idea what to do next. So she started by unbuttoning her blouse. "Can I ask you a very personal question?"

He was transfixed on her. From the look on his face she felt like if she'd asked if they could sell the house and move into a camper he would comply. A good thing to know for the next time she wanted to watch one of those depressing movies about a character slowly dying the same weekend a new superhero movie was coming out. "You can ask me anything."

She unclasped her bra and pulled it off freeing her ample round breasts. The dildo still clenched in her fist. "Why do you like watching? What exactly turns you on?" If she knew that, then she'd have some idea of where to go with this.

"You know how when I see something, it's like I can feel it, right?" That was true. Her husband was very empathetic. During fight scenes he'd flinch and wince at every blow as if he was the one being hit. "Well, when I watch someone experiencing pleasure, it makes me feel good too. And I find that so hot, feeling like I'm about to cum just from looking at someone else about to cum. It drives me mad to the point where I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't get off then and there."

She felt like she understood what he meant. “That means if I do something like this…” she asked, pressing the dildo against her lips, “then it would feel like my lips were on you.” 

Fred’s only answer was deeper groan. That was all the encouragement she needed. She took the toy and ran across her wet bottom lip and then she slowly let it slip into her mouth. The whole time watching Fred through the corner of her eye, gauging his response.

He seemed to be mesmerized by her and everything she was doing which only encouraged her more. She reached behind her back and unbuttoned her skirt letting it slide down her legs and fall to the floor. The only thing she had on was lace panties and high heels. 

He watched her more intently than she had ever seen him watch anything in all the time that she’d known him.  She didn’t feel like just his wife. She felt like she was some sort of super model. She felt as though she had the power of a goddess. Usually she was shy and timid, but not anymore. The more he watched her, the more her confidence built. 

She turned around giving him a look at the smooth lines of her back and her firm round ass. She bent over at the hips. She grabbed her lace panties by waistband and slowly slid them down her thighs exposing to him her glistening heat. She then let the panties fall to the floor leaving her in nothing but a pair of high heels. 

She grabbed a chair from out of the corner and moved it to the center of the room facing the bed. The dildo had a suction cup at the end of it. She used the suction cup to put it on the seat of the chair and hold the dildo in place. 

It jutted towards the sky as if it was daring her to climb on and she was not going to be frightened away. She turned around facing her husband again and then ever so slowly lowered herself onto the toy. Inch by inch, the rubber gave way to her slickness, filling and impaling her. 

Fred watched in astonishment, as if he had never seen something so magnificent in his life. This only increased her confidence and encouraged her to do more. So along with the show, she began to make noises, moaning and groaning with each rise and fall. 

She would lower herself all the way down until she was almost sitting in the chair, and then she would rise back up to the very tip of the toy and then repeat the process. 

Each time Fred would react as though she was doing that very motion in his lap. He had told her how enthralled he would be by what she was doing, but until they finally started she didn’t quite believe him. 

Now she could see on his face that every single thing she was doing he could actually feel and that made the whole thing ten times more exciting. For her, that excitement egged her on. She increased her pace moving up and down on the toy faster and faster. 

That must’ve been too much for her husband because in response he started to pull off his belt and unzip his pants. He took out his cock without a moment’s hesitation or embarrassment and began to stroke himself, right in front of her. 

That only added to her own wanton lust and so she began to move in time with the movement of his hand. 

Much sooner than she liked, she felt herself getting close and so she started to slow down.

Fred paused as he looked at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked. 

She had to admit, “I don’t think I can do this much longer. I’m getting too close.

With those words he gave her a devious smile, the very same smile that he had used to win her heart in the first place. “Don’t let something like that cause you to stop.” 

Realizing how far they would take this, how far she had to take this now that she had opened the door, she began to flush, redness brightening her cheeks. 

But as embarrassed as she was, she knew her husband well and she loved him deeply and so, if she had to be exposed in front of anyone, she wanted to be him. 

She stood up and picked the toy up from off the chair with a plop and then she put one foot on the chair. Fred opened his mouth to ask what she was doing, but closed it when she slowly started to insert the toy again. Then instead of a question, all she got was another low growl of desire. She moved the toy in and out, faster and faster, each time twisting and turning. Her wetness splashed on her thighs, against her leg, on the chair, with every thrust. 

Her husband watched her intently his hand moved up and down his shaft so fast that she could barely see it. 

While his desire to watch had been a surprise to her, she found herself shocked by another surprise. She had the exact same taste he did, she had just never known about it because she had never thought to do such a thing. But as she watched her husband filled with passion and on the edge, she couldn’t lie. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen in all her life. “Take off your shirt,” she said. 

He stopped just long enough to tear his shirt off and went back to what he was doing, pumping furiously, his muscles tensing. Sweat beaded on his skin. 

As her desire intensified, she increased the speed at which she pumped the toy in and out adding more twisting and turning as if she was mixing up her insides. The dildo was hard enough to move in and out effortlessly but just soft enough to yield to her tightness. It was almost as if Frederick was inside of her and once the thought hit her mind she couldn’t let it go. 

Now all she could see was him touching her, holding her down, spreading her wide and thrusting inside of her. Now with every movement of the toy it felt as though it was her husband. That was just too much for her she went plummeting over the edge, barely able to keep her balance as she had an explosive orgasm. Her juices slid down the flesh colored toy making a sloshing sound with every movement. 

A few moments later Fred joined her in her bliss, with a deep guttural groan, he exploded. Long white streaks of semen hit his chest and his stomach. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him come that hard before. Panting, she laid down next to him on the bed. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

She looked at him with raised brows. “What do you mean? I’m catching my breath.”

He gave a sigh of relief. “Good. I thought that maybe you thought that we were done.” 

She looked at him wide-eyed. “What do you mean were not done?” 

He gave her another one of his devilish, wicked grins. “I meant exactly what I said, that we’re not done. Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.” 

She blinked at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?” 

He licked his lips. “I couldn’t be more serious if I tried.” 

She tried to hold back a smirk as she climbed up on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. She wiggled it teasingly and he gave her a good smack, making her jump. Then he picked up the toy. “I know I said that I only like to watch, but after what I just saw, I think I need a more active role in what’s going on here.” 

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh don’t forget this was all your idea,” she pointed out.

Now was his turn to laugh. “I’m a thousand percent sure that this was your idea and what a marvelous idea.” 

Her chest swelled with pride. “Okay. Yeah, maybe it was my idea. You have a point there.” 

Frederick teasingly ran the toy down her slit. “Well now that we have that much that’ll settled, how about we get back to business.”

Mia laughed again. “Well, don’t let me stop you—“

Before she could say another word, Fred pierced her with the dildo.  One inch after another disappearing inside her.

 She bit her bottom lip burying her face against the pillow. For some reason having him do it seemed more lewd, more dirty and more exciting. Once it was all the way, he pulled it out and pushed it in again, letting her feel its entire length and making her squeal.

He must’ve enjoy the sounds she made because he did it again and again, milking cries of pleasure from her lips. Even though she tried to muffle them with the pillow, she was helpless to the sensations. 

Why hadn’t they done this before? It was absolutely marvelous. She had never even tried a toy before and now she couldn’t imagine not having one. To know that her husband was watching her most intimate places as he was pleasuring her and knowing what effect that would have on him was the greatest mind fuck she had ever experienced in her entire life. 

“Roll on your back,” he told her and she happily obliged.

 He leaned down and took her clit between his lips, as he continued to thrust the toy inside her tight wet hole, sending her to Nirvana. He licked and sucked, tonguing her wetness and moving the toy at a matching pace. 

She had already felt a bit overwhelmed by now she was going out of her mind with pleasure. She never imagined this was how it could feel. She never wanted it to stop. But all too soon, she could feel the telltale signs of her pleasure building to a crescendo. 

She grabbed the pillow and covered her face to muffle her screams as he thrust faster and harder his tongue matching that speed and sending her over the edge with the intensity of a nuclear explosion. 

She had never imagined…could have never imagined…that it could ever be like this. By opening herself up to his fantasies, they had bonded on a new level, a deeper level.

Ever so slowly she floated back down. She was completely relaxed, boneless even.

Fred pulled out the toy and set his wet little trophy on the bedside stand. She glanced over to it, her knee shaking as she thought about the sensations that he had milked from her. 

She ventured a look in his direction, he was still staring at her as if she was some goddess from a foreign land come to take him away. She like that look on him. 

“That was amazing,” she offered. 

“Yeah,” he agreed. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, “for the way I treated you when I first caught you.” 

He placed his finger against her lips. “I am so glad you caught me, because if you hadn’t, you probably wouldn’t have done this and this was the most amazing sex that we’ve ever had.” 

Mia laughing hysterically, holding her stomach.

 Fred’s lips curved up in a grin. “What?” he asked. “What’s so funny?” 

Between fits of laughter, as she tried to catch her breath, she explained. “You just described that as the best sex we’ve ever had and we barely even touched.” 

Getting the joke Fred threw his head back filling the bedroom with his melodic laughter.



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