Our Cock

I clutched my free hand against my chest and writhed against his wicked tongue. "Oh, yeah, Bry, flick it, flick it so good. Oh and suck it, baby, yeah, suck it. Oh god, please don't stop." I mumbled instructions and felt the tingle in my toes build as I curled them into the mattress and felt that amazing feeling built towards a climax. Just as I was nearing the peak, I pinched my left nipple and felt the nerve endings fire in my pussy and my brain as I began to ride the wave of a sweet orgasm.

"I love that sideways move you do with your hips when you're in the throws of an orgasm, babe," Bryan told me after he moved his tongue away from my sensitive clit, and shifted slightly to lick the wrinkly flesh of my labia. I removed the hand that had been holding my nether lips open for Bryan's assault on my clit and dragged my fingers through my hair and waited for my breathing to return to normal.

Bryan eased up over me and tilted my chin for a kiss. "You like to taste yourself on me, don't you dirty girl." I made a sound in the affirmative against his lips and raked my nails over his shoulders and down his back and then pulled him against me, craving the close contact.

"I love you, Bry. I love your body, I love your cock-."

"Whose cock?"

I smiled and kissed him again while reaching between us to fondle and stroke the appendage in question. "Our cock. I love our cock. And I love that tongue and the way you use it to lash my clit and make me cum so hard."

Shifting to the left of me, he grabbed a tit in each hand again and gently massaged them and then treated my right nipple, by far the more sensitive of the two, to more nibbling, sucking, and biting. Then he grabbed the vibrator that lay discarded on the bed next to me and studied the controls.

"You just-."

"Shh, I can figure it out," Bryan said as he began pressing buttons to see what they would do. Smiling ruefully, I rested against the pillows and let my man figure out the toy all on his own. Not inserted inside anything, the vibe buzzed loudly in the room as he switched settings and ramped the intensity up and down. I knew he was comfortable with how it worked when he returned the vibration setting to a moderate level and then eased back and told me to raise my knees and spread my legs. I did so and then I felt his fingers trailing up and down my pussy before he eased back the lips and put the tip of the vibrator's bulbous shaft at my vaginal opening and then eased it in with a gentle twist. I reached down and adjusted the clit vibrator to sit more comfortably and then left it in Bryan's capable hands to hold and gently thrust.

"Such a pretty pussy, so wet, so pink. This fake orange dick, however, is not so pretty. You know the color of this thing is kind of absurd right?"

"It was $40 cheaper than the purple one. Besides, I don't care how it looks, I care how it makes me feel."

Bryan chuckled. "And how does it make you feel?"

"Good," I said a little breathlessly, "so good."

"What was it about that story we read last night that made you so hot Desi?" Bryan asked as he held the vibrator in my pussy, thrusting it in and out very gently while I played with my sensitive nipples. I drew in a sharp breath as he turned the vibrations up a couple of notches and switched settings so that the two motors, the one in the shaft and the one against my clit, pulsed in opposition to one another.

"Did you picture it was you, baby, on your knees in that dirty theatre sucking all those cocks? Alternating between sucking them and wanking them in your fist? Did you imagine any of the strangers feeling you up? Pinching your nipples, stroking your pussy? Or did you just imagine sucking and swallowing and sucking some more? You like to suck, don't you baby. Would you like to suck another guy's cock? Would you like it if I watched you sucking cocks, taking load after load of cum in your mouth?"

I moaned, twisted my nipples some more, and jerked my hips against the vibe in his hand. "Did you picture me bending you over a seat in the theatre, ripping your panties off, and sliding in to the hilt in your sopping wet pussy for a fast and furious fuck while men stood all around and stroked their meat?" God, could I really admit that something like that really turned me on? Unsure, I said nothing, but continued to moan and writhe as the sensations mounted and the images he put in my head continued to play out.

"You did, didn't you my dirty girl? Look how wet you are. You really get off on the idea of being watched don't you?" Bryan gave me a chance to respond and then when I still said nothing he threatened to take the garish orange vibe out of my snatch if I didn't answer.

"Yes, damn it! Oh god yes, I'm such a dirty, dirty girl. Oh, fuck Bry, turn it up and pump it in!" I ordered as I clenched my vaginal muscles and once again pictured myself being fucked by my husband while strange men stood around watching and wanking.

My hubby complied with my order to turn it up and then began thrusting the toy more vigorously against my g-spot. The orgasm hit me hard. My hips began a lateral move as powerful contractions went through me once, twice, and then a third time.

"You didn't ejaculate as much as last night baby," Bryan commented. "How good did it feel?"

"So good. So, so damned good. The best you've ever given me. I love your dirty mouth and the dirty images you put in my head," I admitted. "Oh baby, turn it back up, I think I can come again."

"You think so?" Bryan asked, seemingly surprised and a little turned on by the thought.

"Oh yeah, right there, now rotate it back and forth and keep it in but bump it gently against my g-spot. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh god. Oh. Keep twisting and bumping. Oooooh FUCK!" I shouted as I came again, this time even more powerfully than before.

"Holy shit. That's awesome! I've never knew you could come again that fast."

"I didn't either until recently. I'm still figuring it out, but I did a lot of playing when you were on that trip for work a couple of months back and I learned to read the signs of when I'm turned on enough to come again right away. Sometimes it's more like a minor aftershock kind of thing where I get this other little hit of pleasure, but sometimes, like this time, it's as good or better than the first one."

Bryan got up and went to the bathroom adjoining our bedroom and came back with a damp wash cloth that he used to gently wipe my pussy and the toy both of which he discarded on the night table and then crawled back into the bed to cuddle with me. "Why didn't you mention it to me before now?" Bryan asked quietly.

I turned around so I could meet his eyes. "I think I can only do it when it's a multiply vibrating toy making me cum. I guess I didn't tell you because I love you, I love our cock and the wonderful orgasms that you both give me, and I didn't want you to think that the vibrating fake cock is better than this one right here that I love so much."

"Okay, I get that you didn't want me to feel unmanned by a vibrating silicone covered machine, and I have to admit it does kind of bother me that it can give you better orgasms than I can."

"Babe, it was your cock, our cock, in me last night when I went off like wheel barrel full of fireworks on the fourth of July," I interjected. "Our cock is beautiful. I love fucking and sucking our cock. The ugly orange monster gives me MULTIPLE orgasms, babe, not BETTER orgasms. And I feel I should point out that it never inspires me to suck it."

Bryan grinned and pulled me back against his chest and tugged the comforter up over us again. "Okay, I feel better. But I don't want you to not share something like that with me again just because you think it might upset me. I want to know what triggers your wild, mind-blowing orgasms, just like you know that getting sucked and having my prostrate stroked gives me a mind-blowing orgasm."

"You really liked that didn't you?" I asked, feeling a little smug.

"Yeah, I liked it a lot. And the more I think about it, the more I'm starting to think I might like your idea of getting pegged."

I spun around and laid a hot kiss on him. "Really?"

"Yeah, really, I mean it gave me pause for a minute there, but that was just a knee jerk straight guy reaction to thinking about the gay factor involved in getting fucked in the ass. But if it's my sexy wife doing the fucking, there really is no assault to my manliness any more than having your pretty little finger up there. But I am not, and I mean NOT having a bright fucking orange plastic dick up my ass! Or neon pink for that matter."

I laughed. "How about a shiny black one?" I asked and then slid over to open my bed side drawer to extract a small glossy catalog. "This came in the box with the thrusting vibe I ordered online." I pulled it open to a marked page and showed him the one I had in mind.

Bryan took the catalog and studied the harness and strap-on carefully. "That doesn't look too big. I guess this shorter, fatter bit goes in you?" I nodded.

Bryan tossed the catalog aside and settled me more comfortably against him again, tucking my head under his chin. "Okay," he said, "I guess we're going to the sex shop later to get his and hers butt plugs and a slightly scary looking strap-on anal probe."

I snickered and settled my ass in gently against our cock and began to drift contentedly off to sleep.

"You know what else the sex shop has?" Bryan asked very quietly, directly in my ear.

"Mm-mm. What?"

His hand settled on my belly, rubbing in gentle circles. "They have back rooms where couples can fuck while others watch."