Stretched to the Limit

Ophelia

The front door slammed shut, my coat, purse, and keys all tumbling onto the hardwood in an uncaring pile.

"Is anyone home?!" I shouted, kicking off my shoes in a desperate scramble, knowing full well that no one was. Silence was the only answer. I had at least a few hours before Nicholas returned from work and the kids from school, meaning the entire house was mine.

It was the start of the weekend. Overworked and underpaid, I came home early in the hopes that I had some time to take care of myself, physically and mentally. Right now, that meant a bath, terrible reality TV, and me coming extremely hard.

Leaving my stuff on the floor, I bounded up the stairs, greedily pulling clothing off as I went, a trail of intention now leading up to the bedroom. By the time my feet touched the top step, I was naked and a selfish desire flowed through me.

I was wound too tight. My job is simultaneously a joy in my life and my biggest source of stress. Did I sometimes wish that the building would burn down so I would never have to go back? Yes, but who doesn't think that once in a while? Sadly, for now, all I can do is unwind myself in the best way I know how.

My body practically leapt for our stash of toys, an abundant collection that Nicholas and I built through years of marriage. Even after kids, our pleasure chest grew until it was nearly overflowing with vibrators, dildos, and every type of satisfaction imaginable. Opening our trove to reach for a vibrator, I was suddenly met face to face with our latest dildo.

Our selection contained members of all shapes, sizes, and girths. Nicholas loved watching me put on a show for him before the tension would become too much and his own manhood would replace the toy and take control.

However, his latest purchase may have been an inch too far. It was a hot pink and thick dildo that stretched eight inches, by far the biggest toy we owned. Nicholas likes to buy toys as a surprise, and when he presented his latest offering late one night, I was both turned on and terrified.

"That thing will tear me in two," I laughed, the giant cock suctioned to our kitchen table. Yet despite my protestations, I felt a little intrigued as my hand wrapped around the wide shaft.

Nicholas pulled it from my grip.

"Well, now we have it in case you're ever feeling especially adventurous," he said, smiling as he organized the toy into our collection.

Now staring at that same immensity - our home's silence a reminder that I could do whatever I wanted, however I wanted - I was feeling adventurous and, maybe, just a little slutty.

I picked it up, my fingertips tracing the silky density. Slowly, my past apprehensions morphed into a hungry desire to push my limits. I don't know how much I could take, but I was going to try my best.

Throwing the dildo, lube, and a small bullet vibrator - whom I've affectionately named Sally - on the bed, I laid on my back and spread my legs, wetness already starting to flow. Warm beams of the summer sun shone through the windows, streaking across my body, the air shimmering with mid-afternoon heat. The warmth sent decadent tingles across my body. One beam of sunlight draped across my small breasts, bouncing white light off the metal of my pierced nipples, small dots dancing on the ceiling as I moved. My fingers flowed in between my lips, slick wetness now coating my most sensitive areas.

Dripping a small amount of lube on the vibrator and my clit, the cooling sensation sending shivers through my core, my pussy soon radiated with rumbling vibrations, and a small gasp escaped my mouth.

I reached for the dildo. Its heft and weight were immense which only made me want to play with it more. My tongue stretched to barely tease the head, swirling around the tip. My heart was pounding against my ribcage, shaking my body with erotic anticipation. As my hips grinded harder against the vibrator, I slid the dildo into my mouth.

At first, it was too much. I could barely take half of it before I gagged, saliva dripping down my chin. Yet the struggle was the fun part. Like the good girl I was trying to be, I persevered. The more I felt the toy slide down my throat, the more sensitive my clit became.

Sally was now completely sleek from my wetness as I grinded the full length of my pussy along her, the rumbling vibrations shooting through my entire being.

"Mmmm!" I uttered, my mouth unable to say much more, stuffed with the dense toy. I gradually increased my pace, face fucking myself, moans trying to escape yet only guttural groans filled the room. My gag reflex quickly dissipated as I became used to the solid cock that was violating my throat.

I finally gave myself a break, pulling the full length out. Heaving gasps rocked my chest, my breasts rising up and down as I struggled to compose myself, saliva dripping from the now coated dildo onto my chest.

My clit was receiving attention from Sally, yet my entrance was practically begging for the same consideration that my mouth just received. My pussy was pulsing with desire, my thick wetness a clear signal that it wanted everything I could give it.

Spinning around, I slammed the dildo onto our wood headboard, suctioning it in place. Its heaviness pulled the shaft slightly down, but it held. Aligning my pussy to the toy, I slowly push back, feeling its thickness spread my entrance.

"Oh fuck," I whimper, biting into the sheets, each inch slowly penetrating, stopping every so often to allow myself to accommodate. Yet I was determined to not give in. My ass eventually collided with the headboard and my eyes roll back into my head, my legs shivering as I fully embraced the entire length. Nicholas was well-endowed, but not even he stretched me out to this extent. It felt like I wasn't just being spread, but taken.

For a moment, I felt guilty. I knew Nicholas bought this toy for me, but should I be receiving this much pleasure from another cock, even if it was fake? Yet the ecstasy was too great for me to stop.

We'll discuss it later, I thought, slowly moving back and forth, my slickness now a thick, white coating on the shaft. Placing Sally onto my clit once more, I was shot into a new realm of pleasure. Warm electricity shot from my clit through my legs as I picked up the pace, my pussy now greedily accommodating the thick visitor.

Perhaps as a way to assuage my guilt, I imagined this was Nicholas fucking me, his rough hands on my hips as his large manhood took what was his, every stroke signaling that this pussy was his to own and no one else's.

"Yes, fuck this tight pussy, baby!" I shouted to no one, yet the words only intensified my lust for this hot, thick cock.

For ten minutes, Sally and the dildo worked together to break my pussy down. I fucked myself until wetness was a river running down my legs and moans turned into screams that filled our upstairs. My ass was now slamming back back into the headboard, every stroke from the dildo sending hot pleasure and involuntary convulsions straight through my legs. I felt an orgasm building, heat rising until my center was begging for release, begging to completely submit itself until I was a delirious mess of hunger.

Yet just as I hit that line of no return, a voice echoed from the doorway.

"What's going on here?"

I whipped my head around. Nicholas stood there in shock. Yet it was too late for my body to turn back. Locking eyes with my husband, I came on the thick eight inches, an explosion of heat reverberating through my body as my pussy fully submitted. My body convulsed and my toes curled, boring into the mattress, every muscle straining as pleasure ricocheted through every nerve.

"Yes!" I screamed as Sally continued working on my clit, shooting waves of intense longing through my body. Despite the shock of seeing Nicholas standing there, having him stare as I came on the long, thick cock that he bought for me was intensely intoxicating, and I leaned into this newfound kink.

I turned off Sally, but kept slowly sliding back on the dildo, aftershocks making my body shudder, continuing the show for my husband.

"What are you doing home so early?" I moaned.

Nicholas

My hands fumbled with the keys, trying to open the front door. I was looking forward to spending an extra few hours getting projects done around the house. My boss had sent the team home early to get a jumpstart on the weekend, something I greatly appreciated. Yet when I tried to unlock the door, I found that it was already open.

I became even more confused when I nearly tripped on the pile of random items on the floor. Only when I heard loud moans coming from upstairs did I finally take notice of the trail of clothes. At first, I was unsure why my heart started pounding, but a realization came to me when a shout came from my bedroom.

"Yes, fuck this tight pussy, baby!"

My heart stopped cold. That was Ophelia's voice, but what was she doing? I immediately feared the worst.

No, there is absolutely no way she would do this to me, I thought. With my legs now jello, I climbed the stairs, the moans growing louder as I approached. With trembling hands, I slightly cracked the door open, only to find my wife masturbating.

The relief that washed through me nearly made me drop to the floor. I didn't care what she did as long as it wasn't fucking another man behind my back. I smiled, and only then did I notice she was using the new dildo. Watching Ophelia be so turned on made my heart start racing, but for a different reason.

I immediately became hard, and watched for a few minutes as my wife pleasured herself, my raging erection soon becoming so strong it hurt. Slowly unzipping my pants, my cock sprang out. I stroked, slowly at first, then faster, gradually becoming in sync with Ophelia as she was soon throwing herself back onto the dildo, hard and aggressively, in the throes of passion.

After just a few minutes of watching my wife, I couldn't control myself any longer. Zipping my pants, I walked in.

""What's going on here?"

Unbeknownst to me, Ophelia was on the verge of coming. She whipped around, wide eyes betraying her shock. Yet she was too far gone, her body convulsing and shaking as she screamed towards me.

"Yes!" was all she could say, as fingers and toes pulled and tore into the sheets, trying to hold on as the orgasm washed her away into a sea of ecstasy.

I stood there in delirious lust. My wife was the sexiest woman I had ever seen yet seeing her like this, fully embracing her desires and pleasure, took my own passion for her to another level.

As Ophelia came down for her orgasm, she turned towards me, half of her face buried in the mattress, sweaty hair clinging to her cheek, still slowly pushing on the dildo.

"What are you doing home so early," she moaned.

I pulled my polo off. "My boss gave us an early start to the weekend. And now I'm glad he did." I dropped my pants and underwear, now fully naked, my large erection prominent.

She tracked me as I walked around the bed. "So am I," she said, smiling. I reached into a dresser drawer, grabbing a black blindfold. Covering her eyes, I whispered in her ear, "But, you know, I've had a really stressful week too."

Ophelia

I was plunged into darkness. His breath appeared in my ear. "I've had a really stressful week too," Nicholas said.

My heart rate quickened. His hand slid down the center of my back, creating goosebumps as his fingertips traveled. Nicholas' rough hands landed on my hips. The tip of the dildo was gently resting at my entrance, teasingly waiting to take control again.

"I have a surprise for you," Nichola said, his hands digging more firmly into my skin.

"What is it?" I gasped.

"I told a new friend of mine how good you were in bed. You think you could show him?" Nicholas said. The dildo shifted and was now playfully circling my entrance, almost goading me into pushing back.

My breath stopped. We've roleplayed before, but never this. And yet my heart was pounding at the thought.

Silence separated us for only a few seconds before I made my decision.

"Does he have a big cock?" I whispered.

There was a pause - I can only imagine that Nicholas smiled - before his hands gripped me again.

"Let's find out," he teased before pulling me back, the dildo once again spreading me wide open, filling my tightness. My body only put out a token amount of resistance before it eventually submitted and my pussy was completely and utterly dominated.

"Fuck yes," I moaned. I felt his hands release me, my clit throbbing for attention.

"Well? Don't just stay there. Show him how good you are," he whispered.

My breath was turning into gasps. I slowly pushed back onto the toy, the angle perfectly pushing against my G-spot. The fullness sent waves of intense, full-body pleasure as I increased my pace, my entrance stretched over and over.

Moans reverberated through the room.

Nicholas kissed me. "You like being fucked by a big cock?"

"Yes, I love it," I gasped. Suddenly, I felt Nicholas' shaft press against my mouth.

"Think you can handle two?"

My head swam. With a trembling nod, his cock was pushed deep down my throat, already prepped from the dildo play before. My mouth moved up and down his shaft, coating it with saliva until my lips were easily gliding, tongue working the head and frenulum before deepthroating again, my mouth meeting his base.

I pulled back, gasping for air while stroking his thickness. Feeling his density in my hand as I stroked his full length filled me with a despearte desire to see him explode. I wanted my man to come down my throat, my skills making me so worked up that he couldn't hold it together any longer. Nicholas' moans filled the room as I stroked and sucked, working in perfect rhythm as I pushed back on the "man" behind me, faster and faster.

"You're always... such a... good slut for me. You like taking... two cocks at once?" Nicholas gasped as I worked his shaft.

The freedom given to me was exhilarating. I imagined another man grabbing my hips, pulling me back onto his huge member, taking me with express permission from Nicholas, my man's own cock filling my throat until saliva ran down my chin. Both my holes were filled with hot, thick shafts, every stroke sending a bolt of pleasure through my core. In the darkness behind the blindfold, I fantasized about my body being the desire of both these men, each one taking me and doing as they pleased. It made me even more needy, like no matter how hard I was fucked, it wasn't enough, my pussy yearned for them to go deeper, stretch me further, make me wetter.

"Yes, his cock is so deep inside me. I love it, baby!" I moaned, stroking my husband's cock while another "man" took me from behind. My right hand grabbed the vibrator and pressed it to my clit, now swollen and pulsing, practically begging for attention. The moment vibrations erupted, I nearly cried from relief. As I fucked myself on the dildo, it only took a few seconds for Sally to start a chain reaction. Heat was spreading from my clit to every nerve of my body, quickly building yet frustratingly stopping right on the line.

Frustrated whimpers poured out of my mouth as I stroked Nicholas faster and harder. My need to come for these two "men" was almost too much. I needed one more push to break through.

"I need you to come right now, please, please, please!" I begged.

That was enough. Nicholas' eyes rolled into the back of his head and I felt his cock tense.

"Oh fuck, baby! I'm going to come," he said, barely getting the words out before hot ropes shot down my throat.

At the same time, I exploded. My muscles clenched, thighs tightening as heat coiled low in my belly and then snapped, fast and hard. It hit me like a meteor -- hot, rough, and undeniable. Every nerve in my body fired at once, spreading from my clit to the farthest reaches of my body in a near instant, my gasps trying to break through yet blocked by husband's enormity and pulsating orgasm. Instead, a muffled scream erupted as my fingers and toes gripped and clawed at the sheets as if I frantically tried to dig in before I was swept away. There was no thinking, no romance -- just raw hunger crashing into a glorious release that finally satisfied the lust that had been building since Nicholas blindfolded me.

My body shuddered, driven purely by instinct and need, chasing every last ripple of pleasure until I was spent, wild-eyed and breathless, lost in the chaos and enormity of my exhausted desire.

Nicholas' orgasm finally subsided, come slightly dripping from my mouth onto the bed. With a final motion that signaled the end, I swallowed Nicholas' essence and collapsed onto the bed. As I sank down, the dildo slid out of me, shooting aftershocks that made me shudder. I felt Nicholas' hands pull the blindfold off, light flooding into eyes.

"Are you alright," he laughed.

I must have looked like a mess. All I could was give a thumbs up.

"I think so," I said, trying to catch my breath. While I laid there trying to collect myself, Nicholas cleaned the room. By the time he was done, I was standing, if only on wobbly, Bambi-like legs.

Nicholas kissed me.