American Dream: Part 9

Sarah: Thursday, 7:24 pm

Oh my gosh!  This was working better than I dared to dream!

With just the build up I’d already gotten half of what I was after.  It was all I hoped it would be and so much more.  The way my King looked at me!  Goodness!  I had never seen my husband so consumed by lust before.  The desperation in his eyes as they scanned my body was just as Crystal had described.  My man was a junkie, a zealot, a slave to his physical need for me.  The rush from this ego boost went beyond the merely sexual.  In all my life I had never felt so sexy and beautiful and desired, not even on our wedding day.

Poor Alfred, sitting there all sweaty and panting, looked ready to burst a blood vessel.  And the way the little tent in his trousers flexed so vigorously had my coochie yearning for my husband’s hard manhood.  Honestly I had only planned to use ‘Rocco’ as a prop to tease with tonight.  I hoped that Alfred would have gone into beast mode by now.  At any moment I expected for him to break his ‘bonds’ and come ravish me like a wild man before Rocco could have his way with me, but he was showing impressive restraint.  It couldn’t be too far off now though.  Some part of me was glad that he held himself back.  I wanted to draw this out as long as I could.  I wanted the experience of being reclaimed by my husband.  And, after ogling it and fondling it all afternoon, I actually did want to know what Rocco felt like.  With my body on fire I could wait no longer.

With Alfred’s enthusiastic permission given I angle the dildo at my wet, throbbing entrance and push it inside of me.  Like a hand in a perfectly tailored glove Rocco’s five and half inches glides in smooth and easy.

“Ohhhhhhh.”  The low sigh that escapes my lips as the silicone phallus penetrates me was not a part of the show but an expression of genuine physical pleasure.  “Ohhhhhhh!”  Over halfway in and it was only getting better with every inch.  Rocco wasn’t crazy thick or anything, not like some of those wild dildos they had at that shop, but he was thicker than Alfred and oh by golly could I feel the difference!  “Ohhhhhhhhhh!”  It wasn’t simply the thickness either.  The firmness, the texture, the feel of those realistic penile features sliding through my tightly gripping walls made it far more intense than that zucchini.  The feel wasn’t quite as nice as living flesh and blood, but it was close.  “Mmmm!”  The pleasure of that ohhhhh so satisfying girth is taken to a new level as Rocco pushes deeper than my husband could reach.  With Alfred I could get close to this when he held my legs tightly together, but my legs were wide open and still it felt amazing.  Never had I felt so…so…so…full!  “OHHHHHHH!”

“God!”  Alfred gasps from his chair.

If he said more I don’t hear it as an incredible pleasure radiates out from my pussy to course through my entire groin.  Greedy for all Rocco could give I push him in as deep as he could go.  It felt so good!  It felt so good!  IT FELT SO GOOD!  And that feeling skyrockets as I look down to see the feral lust burning in my husband’s wide eyes.  He was looking at me, right at my phallus filled pussy, as if he were staring into the light of divinity.

“Ohhhhh Alfred!”

My husband quivers and lets out a hard shuddering breath but remains glued to his chair.

“Ohhhhhhh!”  I moan again as I pull the dildo back.  The flared glans and raised veins drawing through my tunnel makes my eyes roll back in my head.  I pull Rocco most of the way out until my greedy pussy takes wrests control of my arm to push him back in again.  “OHHH GOD!”

“How’s he feel?”  Alfred’s hoarse words blurt out in a single gasp.

“He feels so good baby.”  I pull out.  “Ohhhhmmmm!  God babyyy!”  I push back in.  “OHHHHHH!”

“HAH!  Ohhh fuck.”

With my free hand I grab a breast and begin to rub and fondle it.  “He feels soooo goooood.”

“Hoohhhhh!”

As much as I wanted to go into further detail for Alfred, to play up this imagined swinging scene, the pleasure that Rocco was rousing in me commanded all of my attention.  I wished I could just lay back enjoy it, the awkward position I had to hold myself was the only sour note of the experience, but that was a small price to pay for this hedonistic euphoria.  Holding the dildo by the suction cup base with my thumb against the flat of my fingers I start to push it in and out in a slowly building rhythm.  And with each incredible coochie filling stroke Rocco just felt better…and better…and better.  His girth brought such toe-curling joy and I discover the added length of his shaft was so deep and satisfying as he could thrust in and out a full five inches at a stroke and never risk slipping out of me.

“Ohhhh!  Ohhhh God!  Ohhhhhh gosh!”  My lewd moans would have made me blush had not been in the grips of bliss.  “Ohhhhh baby.  It feels so goooood!”

“Yeah.”  He gulps.  “Does he feel good baby?  Does…R-Rocco feel good?   Tell me.”

“Yes!  Yes!  Ohhhhh yes!”

In and out and in and out, the pace gradually increasing.  Faster and faster Rocco makes love to me, the quiet wet squishes of my now dripping cooch filling the room.  At this pace Alfred would be nearing his climax.  Rocco however could go as long and as fast as I needed him to.  Despite the rapid speed I make sure to him to the balls each and every thrust.  I didn’t want to miss even one blissful inch even for a second.  Faster I go, as fast as my husband in those furious few seconds before his orgasm, and then I go faster!  The quiet squishes are now loud and lewd sloppy squelches but any care for modesty had left me.  Grunting and humping back against the dildo my body had taken over in its chase for what was building up to be one heck of an orgasm.

“I think I’m gonna cum baby!”  I whimper on the very cusp of ecstasy, my eyes locked on the man I love.  “I’m gonna cum!  I’m gonna cum!  He’s gonna…make…oh…oh…ohhhhh!”  And cum I do!  “OHHHHHHH!!!”

Waves of rapture course through me as my spasming womanhood grips Rocco’s unflagging penis for all it was worth.  I climax hard, my body writhing and bucking, as Rocco brings the woman out of me in a way I had only experienced a handful of times before.  I continue to thrust him inside of me for as long as I can handle it before finally clamping my legs around my hand and curling into the fetal position to huff and heave through the final convulsions of orgasm.

“Rrrrm.”  I am just coming back to my senses when I hear a deep growl coming from the chair.  A red-faced Alfred sat tensed and leaning slightly forward, his hands still behind the chair to hold the bells.  A pang of fear shoots through me at the look of anguish on his quivering face.  Was he having a heart attack!?  A moment later though a subtle movement catches my eyes.  The tent in his trousers strained in hard, sudden, regular jerks.  My eyes widen as a dark wet spot begins to spread across across his groin.  Alfred was cumming!  Without a touch of hand or pussy my husband was shooting his seed!  While I had set all this up to push Alfred to the limit…I never expected that!  “Hnnnngh.”

As he fills his shorts with his hot sperm Alfred’s eyes meet mine and in them I see…shame, humiliation, and…ecstasy?  He only holds my gaze for the few seconds it takes for his climax to finish.  And then he bows his head as if in defeat.

As we both catch our breath silence fills the room.  I didn’t know what to say.  I couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.  Alfred had never been blessed with great stamina…but to cum without even touching himself!?  I knew that teenage boys could have wet dreams or ejaculate with just the slightest stimulation but for something like this to happen to a grown man?  Was that even normal?  If I was in his place I think I would have felt embarrassed too.

But it was more than the surprise of it that held my tongue.  As I saw him there in his pitiful state, his head slumped and his pants wet with his own mess, I am overwhelmed with…LOVE.  Seeing my King like that, so helpless and powerless and vulnerable, lit up every wifely instinct in my being.  I wanted to lift him, to hug him, to hold him, to cradle him close and swear my undying devotion to him.  It also fueled that same sexual ego boost I’d felt earlier.  I had just made my husband of twenty years climax without even a touch!  He was such a slave to his lust for me it eventually overwhelmed him completely.  I didn’t just feel sexy or beautiful, I felt powerful!  For a moment there I wasn’t just his Queen…I was his goddess!  How I loved that wonderful man!

It was because that I loved him that I couldn’t let him give up.  I would not let it end like this.  I wasn’t going let my man be defeated like this, certainly not by some silly piece of plastic.  I didn’t care what he did or how he did it.  I NEEDED Alfred to touch me.  NOW!

“Baby?”

After a long pause he whispers.  “Yes?”

“Come here.”

“But…”

“Look at me baby.”  He lifts his head and I stare deep into his eyes.  “I’m letting you loose.”  I turn to lay on my back again, spread my legs, and pull the wet phallus from my sex.  “Come to me my King.  Reclaim your Queen.”

I hear the pelt of two crushed jingle bells bouncing off of the floor and an instant later my husband was launching himself at me!

“EEEP!”  Yet another surprise!  Instead of diving on top of me Alfred instead dives between my legs.  “What are you…OH!”  His lips mash into my pussy and his tongue plunges as deep as it could go into my freshly sexed slit.  “Ohhhh!”

Alfred goes BEAST MODE!

Growling and slavering my husband goes down on me just like the ravenous animal I was hoping to bring out in him.  He had never given oral and I’d never received it but by golly that didn’t matter. Whatever he was doing….OH MY GOODNESS!  It was new.  It was different.  And it was GOOD!

I grip his hair, my nails digging hard into his scalp, as his smacking lips and sucking mouth and lapping tongue take me right back to cloud nine.  He is all over the place.  There was no focus or technique just a raw, frantic hunger to taste me complete with bestial growls and grunts.  His tongue scoops at my slit in long deep licks up the whole length.  His lips lock onto mine and Frenches my coochie like might my mouth.  He nibbles my labia and tickles my clit and flicks here, there and everywhere before always returning to plunge back in again.  It is far too frenzied for me to cum to it but I was adoring every last second it.

“OHHH ALFRED!”

“RRRRRMMMM!”

After just a few minutes he climbs up onto the bed and scrambles to pull down his fly.  “What are you…?”  From out of his fly he fishes his cum coated penis.  His rock hard cum coated penis!  He had only just cum!  With a wild look in his eyes he tilts his dick to my pussy and SLAMS every inch he had into me.  “OHHHHH!”  He slipped it without resistance.  My pussy was more than warmed up for him.  And with no time to adjust my tunnel was still primed for Rocco’s dimensions, making my husband’s manhood feel…less than normal.  Though still good.

“HRRM!”  With a snort and a snarl he starts to fuck me with a ferocity I’d never seen in him before.  “HRF!  HRF!  HRF!  HRF!”  His nostrils flare with each hard buck.  And then…  “HRRRRRMMMM!!!”

“Ohhhhh!”  I moan as he thrusts hard and I feel his manhood throb and fill me with his seed.  Five thrusts.  Five thrusts!  Alfred had just made love to me in under ten seconds!  I clench my pussy as tight as it would go and wrap my legs hard around him and hold him deep as he is wracked by a second powerful orgasm.

“Hmmm!  Hmmm!  Hmmm!”  I can literally watch the pent up lust drain from his eyes as his seed drains from his balls.

Caught off guard as I was I don’t have the mental wherewithal to fake a shared climax as I usually did.  Instead, as he mewls and heaves through his bliss, I gaze into his eyes and gently stroke the side of his sweaty face and beam my love up at him.  I might not be cumming but boy does it feel good to feel him release inside of me.

Soon his second orgasm comes to an end leaving him panting and weak.  I watch as a change washes over him and that same humiliation from before show in his face.  He shakes his head and reaches for my breast, clearly meaning to continue our love making.  But I stop him.  His cheek in my hand I look into his eyes and whisper.  “That’s enough.”

He looks at me with the strangest expression.  He looked so small.  So lost.  So precious.  Eventually he finds his voice.

“I’m sorry.”  He whispers back, his masculine pride completely shattered by cumming so quickly yet again.  “I’m sorry Sarah.”

“No baby.”  My smile widens as I stroke his face.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay.  It’s okaaay.”

“I…”

“Shhhh.”  I cradle his sweaty head and bring it to my chest, in the movement his spent manhood slips from my creamy coochie.  I kiss his head and hold him tight.  “Ohhhh Alfred.  That was…amazing!”

His tense body slowly relaxes on top of me and I welcome his weight.  Alfred lets out a sigh, kisses my breast, and whispers.  “I love you.”

My heart overflowing I hug him so very tight.  “I love you too.”

Part 10