Proxy Lovers Ch. 01

So, here I am, on my knees on my bedroom floor, naked except for a pair of thigh-high black socks and one of those underbust corsets you can put in the washing machine. Like most women in this position, I'm sucking my partner's dick to get him to maximum hardness. Unlike most women in this position, I'm having some trouble. You see, my partner--fiancé--Connor has an honest-to-god 8-inch erection that is too thick to fit inside a toilet paper roll.

He is a very big boy indeed.

I love Connor's cock. It's perfectly straight, has a thick ridge along the bottom, and a well-defined head. It's the kind of cock they make molds of for dildos. In days past, a cock like this could have had its own cult. Then, there's all of the abstract things associated with a big cock; the sense of power, virility, confidence. True, I can barely fit it in my mouth, but worshiping it like a good little subby girl is an absolute delight. Also, he's a grower, so before it's at full size, I can give it a good suckling.

"Ride me." Connor commands, signaling that he's at full size.

He reclines on our bed and I get on top of him. I part my labia with my fingers and begin sliding my wet pussy all up and down that monster. There are few feelings so wonderful as a hard cock on your clit. I put my hands on his chest and hump his erection for all I'm worth. Connor takes the opportunity to massage my C-cup tits.

My first orgasm hits and and I rise up, arching my back and rubbing my clit against him in fast little strokes. I'm a good sub before my first orgasm. After it, I'm a filthy sub who will do anything she's told.

"On your back." Connor says and I lay down on his chest while he flips me over.

Connor gets up on his knees while I play with my boobs. He rubs his cock head against my clit until we're both pretty close to coming. Then he just towers over me, jacking off. He gazes down lustfully at me while I massage one breast and dig two fingers into my pussy.

"You're so fucking hot." He says. "You look like a sex goddess playing with yourself like that."

It's not dirty talk that's winning any awards, but I love hearing it.

His face screws up and he announces his orgasm. His cum splatters all over my chest and that sends me over the edge. Tonight, Connor is feeling extra randy, so he gets off the bed, hauls my legs off the side and spreads them wide. Connor pushes my knees up to my shoulders and starts eating me out. People think of giving oral sex as a sub thing, but Connor makes me feel dominated the entire time. It only takes a couple minutes for me to get orgasm number three.

He stands, grabs me by the hips and flips me over. From our nightstand, he grabs a bottle of lube and pours it down my ass crack. I spread my legs a little and get up on tip-toes as he slides his cock between my ass cheeks, more or less vertically, mind. Connor's hips are sawing up and down like his life depends on it.

This position feels nice to me, especially as his cock returns to full size between my clappers, but it wouldn't get me off. The best thing about it is how it makes me feel like, yes, my ass really is that sexy. It takes a while, but Connor comes a second time spurting jizz on my back.

He kneels behind me and holds my legs for a second, giving my tush some little kisses. Then, he grabs the wet wipes and starts cleaning me up before our respective trips to the bathroom and a nice long cuddle before sleep.

This is a more or less standard encounter for me and Connor. You may have noticed that he never penetrated me. Well, that's because his cock is too big. Remember, I'm a tiny, widdle girl who has a thing for men big enough to pick her up and throw her around like a doll.

I can take some pain. If he's feeling especially dominant, he'll drag me off the bed by my hair. So hot! However, that cock is a different story. In the eight years we've been together, I've only taken his cock about a dozen times. It was never pleasant. We did a whole thing trying to train my pussy and it didn't work.

We still have sex (see above), but it's not "typical" sex. Early on, I considered ending it because of the sex. I missed feeling filled up and I was sure he missed filling a woman up. Obviously, I didn't because he's just too good to let go. We have almost identical tastes in music and movies. Our attachment styles compliment each other. Plus, we absolutely slay at Renn Faires.

The big one, though, was about a year into our relationship when my dad died. For the first couple of weeks, I was getting a lot of love and support from my friends, but that dried up by the end of the first month. Not Connor's. He cooked for me, cleaned my apartment twice a week, spent every minute he could with me. The man nearly lost his job because he was spending so much time with me.

You don't let that kind of love go just because your sex life is unconventional.

After a while, we started really getting into the unconventional sex, too. Watching each other masturbate was our first step in embracing our non-penetrative style. It had the side benefit of motivating us both to work out more. That led us into teasing each other. Once we'd moved in together, I start wearing the tiniest skirts in the morning and just full on lingerie in the evening. Connor bought a bunch of grey bikini briefs to walk around in.

Then, we went to this black tie fundraising dinner that his parents were hosting and I wore a dress so backless that I had to tape it to my boobs to keep from flashing people.

So, fundraiser organization is practically a full-time job for Connor's parents. City, state, and national politicians; cancer, renewable energy, all kinds of different shelters; they do everything. They arrange venues, catering, entertainment, publicity, invites, do research, create presentations, and vet the organizations that are getting the money.

Connor's dad was a tax accountant for a couple decades, so he knows everyone with serious money. Connor's mom was a researcher for a law firm and loves party planning. They are technically retired, now, but it always seems like they're working on at least two fundraisers at any given time. Connor grew up with these being regular events, so he's a master at working the crowd.

Anyway, we were at this fundraiser and I was in this dress that was practically glued to my chest so I didn't have a nip slip. I was kind of on my own and people kept coming up to me and starting conversations to politely figure out what the hell I was doing here. My phone buzzed and I had a text from Connor. It was a picture of me taken from behind, an angle which gave serious sideboob.

As I was looking at this picture of me, another message came through. It was a video of Connor jerking himself off. He was clearly in the bathroom and blew his wad all over that public toilet. Thus was born our new favorite activity: sending each other "porn selfies", as we called them. They have ranged from relatively vanilla things we've shot at home, to more daring and naughty things like masturbating in public toilets, changing rooms, workplaces. One time, Connor sent me a full 90-second video of him walking down a public street with his dick out.

Then, Covid hit. I was put on indefinite sabbatical (I'm a graphic designer for an ad agency) and Connor started working from home (he's an editor for a news website). One night, I got this crazy idea to start an OnlyFans and Connor was into it.

"You wouldn't be jealous," I asked. "Other guys jerking off to my pictures?"

"Hell, no." He said. "It's my bed you're in. Plus, it's like 'yeah, all of you want her, but I have her'."

I kept it up for a year and a half. In my best month, I made just under a thousand dollars. It started with nude photos (taken by Connor), then stripping videos, and then videos where I fucked myself with a toy. Most of the money came from guys asking for masturbation videos with specific dirty talk. Most of it was subby stuff that included their name.

From the beginning, I got requests for an actual sex video, but I knew they'd want something "traditional". Connor and I gave penetration one last try and reminded ourselves that it was a bad idea. He got like two inches in me before I tapped out and I had to ice my cooch for the rest of the day. I didn't think anyone would want to see his massive hog on the outside of me.

What killed it was mostly me going back to work full-time. There were also like six guys that kept requesting me to do masturbation videos where I dirty talked about Donald Trump. That gave me too much ick to cope with.

Okay, so it was 2023 and I had deleted my OnlyFans and gone back to being a normal girl. I was at work and Connor sent me a video of him attempting to defile a cherry pie. (Yes, like in the movie. We had gotten weird during lockdown.) It was a comic masterpiece, but the image was in my head. There, it bumped into my old fears that Connor missed filling a woman up and also bumped into all those OnlyFans requests for a real sex video.

That night, I let the intrusive thoughts out.

"Hey," I said as we were looking for a movie to watch during dinner. "How do you feel about my stint as an OnlyFans girl?"

"I told you," he said. "It was hot. It was like dating a porn star."

"What if we had met after I had started my OnlyFans?"

"Oh, we're having that conversation."

"Which conversation?"

"The one about possessiveness." He said. "Are you wanting to get back on OnlyFans?"

"No," I said flatly. "It was way too much work for too little money and too many weird guys."

"So, you're missing how horny you were back then?"

"Also, no."

"Are you sure? Because you were crazy horny after making a video."

"Yeah, but that was because coming on a dildo isn't as fun as coming with you. It made me miss the real thing."

"Okay," Connor said, looking unconvinced. "Look, what we have is personal. We have survived so many difficult times together that I wouldn't know who I was if I lost you. Seriously, if you got hit by a bus or something, it would transform me. I would be a completely different person on the other side of that. And I'm pretty sure the same is true for you."

"Yes, absolutely." I said, having never thought about it before but hearing it rang true.

"So, you making spank material for other dudes does not bother me. I don't need to possess you because we're so connected by our lives together. Now, if I had met you a year ago, yeah, it would be different. But only because I wouldn't know what was more important to you. Right now, I feel confident that if you wanted to start again and I said 'please, no', you wouldn't and that would be the end of it. I also believe that if I asked you to start it again, you would. I'm pretty sure I could ask you to do just about anything and you would."

That was pretty close to true. "As long as it's not already on the no-no list."

"Right, I'm not going to ask to pee on you again or anything. That wasn't fun for either of us."

"Yeah, ew."

"So... what are you thinking?" He asked, knowing this had not come out of nowhere.

"Okay, so your video today got me thinking."

"That fucking a pastry takes way more planning than it should?"

"Actually, it got me thinking about you... having penetrative sex."

He furrowed his brow at me. "That's like number one on the no-no list."

"It is, but I was imagining a video of you doing it and... it worked for me."

"Oh," he said. "Ooooh. This is the swinging conversation."

"What? No! It's just that I was fantasizing... shit. Is this the swinger conversation?"

"Okay," Connor got a really serious look on his face. "All of this is because of a video I sent you? Just that?"

I thought he was worried that I was lusting over some other guy, which I wasn't. "Yes, pretty much. When I was doing OnlyFans, guys requested actual sex videos a lot and I was like 'I can't do that because I would have to get a guy other than Connor'. That was part of the math somehow."

"Uh huh, and you do you know anyone who swings?" He asked like he really thought I was going to say yes.

"No." I thought. "Okay, no one that I know is swinging. Though, it would explain a lot about Trish from work."

"But no one has talked to you about swinging or their experiences with swinging?"

"Hold on," I said. "Who do you know that swings?"

"My parents,"

"Ah!" I shouted instinctively. "Sorry, that's just..."

"Oh, I understand!" He said in a voice tinged with horror. "I came home when they were having a party once."

"Oh, no!"

"Yeah! I ended up getting a whole talk from Dad about it."

"Oh, no."

"It was a shock, but it also had me thinking. Like, it wasn't that weird to think of Dad having sex with other women, but Mom having sex with other men bothered me."

"That's kind of fucked up."

"I agree. I spent a lot of time after that adjusting my thinking on the subject."

"Where did you land?"

"Firstly, that it was their marriage and I didn't really have the right to make judgements."

"Sure,"

"Secondly, that I had been programmed by our culture to think men cheating was kind of okay, but not for women, and just so many other casually misogynistic things that I needed to root of my brain."

"Thank you,"

"This was before I met you."

"I figured, but I'm still grateful that you deprogrammed yourself of misogyny."

"Thirdly, that real love trusts. I am passively afraid of losing you, mainly to out of control trucks. I'm afraid of not having you in my life because I love you being in my life. It would be a loss and fearing loss is normal. I am also afraid of who I would become afterwards just because I can't even guess at who that would be."

"Whoa, that's... existential as fuck."

"Tis. I'm not afraid of guys seeing you naked because I trust that you would stay. Dad isn't afraid of Mom having sex with other men for the same reason. Likewise, I don't think I'm afraid of you having sex with other men. I am afraid of why you would want to, but not a lot."

"Wow. I did not expect you to say that."

"You brought it up."

"I sort of did, huh? Okay, I don't want to swing per se. I'm not sure I want to do anything new. It just got me excited fantasizing about you with another woman."

"And not you with another man?" He prodded.

"I didn't fantasize about that. So... I don't know. But the thing that I liked about you with another woman was that you could penetrate her because I know you would enjoy it. Also, part of it was that it was a video you made for me. I mean..." and now I was just thinking out loud. "I get off on pleasuring you. I like being submissive to you, satisfying you, serving you because I like you being pleasured. Years ago, it might have been because pleasing you meant you wouldn't dump me, but like you said: we've been through so much that wasn't sexual that like our relationship is beyond sex. Like, before sex was part of how we kept us together and now it's just for fun. So... wait..." I had to collect my thoughts.

"I get pleasure," I continued. "From you getting pleasured. Like, I enjoy watching you masturbate. If you made a video for me of you getting pleasured by someone else, then it would be like you were pleasuring me by pleasuring yourself. Does that make any sense because I'm not sure it does."

"It does." Connor nodded. "Because even though I'm with someone else, it's still about you."

"Oof, that sounds selfish."

"Hey, almost every time we have sex, it's about both of us. You using a toy can still be about me, so you with another guy can still be about me."

"Like a proxy!"

"I... guess?" Connor looked uncertain.

"Okay, when I use a dildo on myself, I'm usually imagining it's you."

"And the other times?"

I shrugged. "I'm just enjoying the sensation. Or I'm imagining Hugh Jackman."

Connor nodded. "If you ever get the chance to get down and dirty with Hugh Jackman, you don't have to think about me. You have fun. I get it."

"Same with you and Eva Green."

"Thank you," he said. "So... are we doing this?"

In that moment, I couldn't imagine enjoying sex with anyone other than Connor or Hugh Jackman. "No," I said.

Connor shrugged. "Okay. Wanna watch porn?"

"Oooh, yes."

That was six months ago.

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So, here I am, on a Saturday afternoon frantically pacing my living room. Connor is a ten minute drive away about to have sex with another woman.

Ha ha! Haaaaaaaaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

No, it's fine. This was my idea. I have been fantasizing about this for months. Not constantly, just every once in a while. Some weeks it was a lot and some weeks it was barely at all. And we've talked about it. A lot. While having sex. But also in normal situations. Though, it usually ends up with us fucking. This idea has been turning both of us on for months and now it's happening and I'm so fucking stupid!

No. This is going to be really hot! Seriously, as soon as I start getting messages, I'm going to be so turned on! It's gonna be like a switch got flipped on my pussy and I'm going to sprawl out on the couch and rub myself raw. This is going to be great!

Unless Connor backs out. Oh, he might have been getting into the fantasy just for my sake. He really could just be doing this because he thinks I want it. I do want it. I liked the fantasy and....

Fuck, I'm spiraling!

Hi! I'm Sophia, by the way. Ha ha. Hoooooooo... this is weird. But it's going to be fine. It's like your first time on a roller coaster when you're like "nope, nope, nope, get me off of this thing" and then it's great and you want to do it again and again and again. What if Connor...

Nope, we talked about that.

Right, so... okay, I'm back on OnlyFans, this time with Connor. We are BunnyCoupleOMG. We spend a couple of hours every Saturday (unless I have my period) filming ourselves having sex. (Filming sex is way more time consuming than just having it.) We upload one video a week, plus a few photos kind of whenever. And then we spend a couple of hours uploading samples to Reddit. That's it. No big time commitment.

Turns out, watching a tiny woman play with a huge cock that never enters her is exactly what like thirty people are looking for. And that's enough.

Connor and I decided that we didn't want to swing. It felt too much like joining a club for people who were tired of monogamy. That isn't us. We are two people who have been making porn for each other for years and want to take it up to the next level. Being OnlyFans creators makes us members of a different kind of club.

There is money involved. There are practical considerations that swingers don't have. It feels more like a job than a lifestyle. It feels easier to get out of and go back to how we were if this turns out to be a terrible, stupid idea.

But it isn't! It's going to be great! Wet pussy city, here I come!

Okay. Okay. Right, so being on OnlyFans makes us "safe" for other OnlyFans members. And there are quite a few people doing OnlyFans in this city. It's a loose community and Connor has actually been knitting it closer together for a couple months, now. All those skills he got from his parents' fundraisers.

Oh, shit! How many of those fundraisers are swinger events? Or partly... nope, that's another spiral. Get it together, woman!

Right, so if Connor picked up some girl from Tinder and went "hey, I want to record myself fucking you for my fiancee to shuck her clam to", he'd never get anywhere. Like, that sounds 100% like these pictures are going straight to the internet. Better then to find a woman who is already putting these pictures and videos online and go "hey, I'd love to collaborate with you". We spent a month finding the right girl.

We landed on Sydney_Loo_Hoo. Connor said he liked her because she and I had similar vibes. And, yeah, I got it. Similar builds (her hips are bigger) and most of her content is solo stuff exactly like I used to make. The fact that she's 20 (according to her profile anyway) I'm sure had nothing to do with it.

Anyway, I messaged her and was like "hi, we're looking to collaborate with other creators. Check out our free stuff." She was immediately on board. She has done a couple of collaborations with guys in the local OF community, already. Her only hesitation was making it clear that she wasn't into threesomes. Threesomes were off of our list, too. I'm not ADD enough for two partners and can you imagine, as a guy, trying to fuck a girl while her partner is there with a cock twice as big as yours? Dudes would be pushing rope.

Anyway, we talked through all the financials and set a date. Connor and I filmed a video this morning, partly because that's our schedule and partly so he'd have more staying power for the 5'3" college student whose Germanic ancestry makes her capable of taking a cock that thick. I got some fresh measurements of Connor for Sydney and she said she had a dildo a little bigger than him, so she knew she could do it and enjoy it.

Connor needs Sydney to enjoy this. That's just who he is as a person.

Sydney is super cute and plays into her youthfulness in her videos. I didn't know Connor was into being called 'daddy', but apparently so. I've called him 'sir' a couple times, maybe I should do that more. We're going to talk about it all after this. Anyway, that explains why she's into getting railed by a 35-year-old man.

Sydney also says she's a C-cup, but her boobs look smaller than mine. Yeah, I have a narrower frame than Sydney (shoutout to my Chinese mother), but still I was wondering if I should get measured for a new bra. What if I'm actually a D? Also, Sydney's are farther apart. My girls are need to be separated to avoid chafing in summer.

We talked it through. It's fine. Sydney and I have texted a bunch. Connor and I have talked for months. It's going to be fine. Worst case scenario: this utterly destroys me emotionally. Agh! No, it's fine. Look, we watch porn together. Watching other people have sex isn't that different from having sex with them, if you think about it. Right? Right?! Right.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Fuck.

I just got a message from Sydney. Maybe I shouldn't open it. Maybe I should wait. Too late, I already opened it. Apparently, my thumb has a mind of its own and fuuuuuuuuck.

It's a photo. Connor's massive cock is framed perfectly. I'm not used to seeing it framed this well in pictures. I can't tell if I prefer it or not. Anyway. Sydney has her hand wrapped around it and her fingers don't quite reach. It looks so much bigger than it normally does. Is he harder for her... nope, she's just got small hands. Penises are not picky enough for Connor's 35-year-old dick to be thicker for Sydney now than he was for me at 28.

"Last chance" Sydney texts.

Yes it is. I stare at the picture. How am I feeling? Well, I'm...

Another text pops up. "Good luck, grl!"

I sent that. Thumb! What are you doing, today? I needed a minute to think this through. Oh, running away are you? Taking my whole hand and hiding in my shorts? Coward. Yes, I'm wet. I know I'm wet. That doesn't mean...

Another photo. This one's from Connor. Now, listen, hands! I need a... nope, already opened it. This is mutiny! Holy shit!

Sydney is blowing Connor. Her classic red lips are stretched to a pencil-thin line as she swallows like half of his length. She's not me. She's so very not me. She's blonde. I never fantasized about blondes. I messaged Sydney about doing this on Tuesday. I didn't have time to really imagine this. I need to sit down.

I sit on the couch and turn sideways. Now, I'm laying down and propping my feet up on the arm of the couch. My hand is in my shorts rubbing my pussy. That's not.... How is my body so into this while my brain is like "lol idk"? Seriously, my body is so turned on by this one photo of Connor getting blown by a blonde college girl that it's decided to start masturbating without consulting my brain at all.

He must feel like the biggest stud in the city. Good! He is the biggest stud in the city. Yeah, that's my man; the biggest stud in the city.

Another picture comes through. Sydney is pulling her head back. The girl's lips are vacuum sealed to Connor's dick and she's sucking on him so hard that her cheeks are sunken. Fuck! What must that feel like? It's stretching her face out that simultaneously looks hilarious and hot. I mean, how much pressure is she exerting on him?

I have to imagine that she likes the pain a bit. She does not look comfortable, not physically. I mean, yeah, it's gotta hurt, but she's gotta feel some pride in being able to take that much cock. I would, if I could. Why are there so many things I can't do for him? Hey, you know what Sydney and all the other OF girls can't do? Survive Covid locked down with him! Yeah... wait, shit! Yes, that's it! Connor and I spent more time together in those three years than a lot of couples do in a decade! That's what it is.

Anyway, back to rubbing myself. I could use another picture, guys. Okay, it's a blow job, the pictures are going to be pretty samey. So I'm just gonna lie here and imagine. Sydney slowly sucking Connor, pulling her head back with those lips dragging along his shaft, until it comes out with a pop. Then she unhinges her jaw like a snake to swallow him once more. She gags a little. Fuck, she's gagging on his cock before slowly pulling back again.

Another message from Connor. It's a video, thank god!

Sydney has her hair in a ponytail now. Her mouth is still packed with Connor's dick. The angle is really low and farther away. Im guessing the phone is on a stand now. Sydney is fully naked. They both are. I suppose the preliminaries were too up close for a camera. I mean, filming yourself make out? Tricky.

I hadn't thought about them making out. Not important!

I hit play. Sydney is kneeling with her mouth around Connor's head. She grabs his hips and he holds his cock at the base. Then, Sydney just jackhammers her face onto his cock. It's like a slutty woodpecker. Her eyes are screwed shut as she moves her neck as fast as she can. It's mesmerizing. After a few seconds and maybe a dozen strokes, she pulls back.

"See?" I hear her say. "I can do it."

Then Connor grabs the phone and the video ends. Do wha... oh, shit. He's going to facefuck her for her channel. Of course, he's worried about that.

Oh, I can see it! He's got her head in both hands to keep her steady and then he starts pounding! He's slamming that maximum stud cock into her mouth, down her throat. She's fighting not to gag, breathing through her nose, and just holding on. Connor is grunting as he puts everything he's got into it.

There is a small, keening sound under all the 'gluck' and 'slurp' sounds. It hurts, but she wants it. She's such a pretty girl and this man, this demigod, is going to ruin her face. There are tears streaming down her cheeks as Connor drives his hog into her again and again. He is absolutely punishing her throat, but she wants to be a good girl and good girls take what they're given.

I set down my phone for a second so I can tear my shorts off. I leave my t-shirt on. It's Lululemon and feels amazing when I play with my boobs through it. There's a throw pillow with too much stuffing in it that Connor and I use for things and I clamp that between my legs as I kneel on the couch. Then, I think 'screw it' and just get on the floor.

I prop my camera against the books on the coffee table and hit play on the woodpecker video again. I hump that overstuffed pillow like a madwoman. The balance of resistance and yield hits my clit like a velvet hand grenade. (The cover isn't velvet, it's an old t-shirt.) I've got one hand mauling my right breast as I whip my pussy juice into a froth.

The other hand steadies me on the coffee table and hits play again when the video ends. I'm half watching, half imagining the facefucking. Pretty little Sydney with her 90k followers getting humbled by the power of my man's cock.

I can smell my pussy. Do you realize how aroused you have to be for your pussy to be launching so much musk into the air that you notice it? I hit play again. This is maybe the third time. I'm not even looking, just listening to her gluck. Cannot has to be loving it. I imagine he's putting all of his mental effort into not coming. He's focusing on his rhythm and the burn of his muscles to distract himself because her mouth feels so good as he bruises the back of her throat. He's facefucking a college girl and knows he's the biggest stud in the city. He is the maximum stud and he deserves to fuck this hot little piece until she's goo on the floor.

My guts spasm as my orgasm hits. I grip the pillow with both hands as the waves ripple through me. My legs turn to putty and I drop down onto my side. Kicking the pillow away, I gasp for air and throw my arms wide. I don't want to be touched, not even by myself. I whip off my shirt while I'm at it.

Fuck, I haven't come that hard by myself in years. I need more. I'm not ready for more.

Buck naked, I march into the kitchen even as I hear my phone alert me to another message. I splash my face with cold water. I don't know why, but that does. I speed walk back to my phone. My pussy is so wet I half expect it to make a noise when I step.

It's another video. I can see Connor's head buried in between Sydney's legs. He's got one powerful arm across her hips, holding her down on the bed and the other reaches beyond the camera to play with a boob.

I hit play. Sydney is breathing hard and moaning a little on every exhale. Her voice is pitched like a sexy baby. The view doesn't change much for a couple seconds, then Sydney flips the camera so I can see her face. The skin around her lips is red and I can't tell if its smudged lipstick or mild bruising.

"Hey, Mrs Bunny," says the sexy baby. Her mouth gapes and her eyes are half shut. That girl is having the time of her life. "I just wanted... uhn... you to know... uhn... that Mr Bunny is being... uhn... he's being a real good... uhn... real good house guest. Uhn... uhn... fuck... uhn... yeah. Yes, he's taking... uhn... such good care of me. Oh uuhnnnn... yes. Just perfect... uhn... perfect gentleman. Uhn... thank you... uhn... thank you for sending him... uhn... to play with me."

It ends. I consider sending her a message of my own, but then I think how that wouldn't work for her video. Probably. Messing up other people's content isn't what we're doing.

I grab my fat pillow again and lay on the couch, clutching it to my pussy as I hit play again. Listening to her, I slowly grind against my upholstered friend. High on arousal, my brain makes everything sexier. Of course, this beautiful young woman in the obvious throes of passion looks sexy, but I'm imagining being there, now.

I'm imagining that I was there to watch her get facefucked and now Connor has her on the bed, his tongue working its magic on her pussy. I'm so turned on that I crawl up on the bed. There's a look between us, a question from me, an answer from her. I get closer and then, with a final conformation, I swing a leg over and sit on her face.

She kisses and laps at my pussy so gently. It's all she can manage with how mind-broken Connor's mouth has her. She had barely recovered from the facefucking before he pulled her up on the bed. The whiplash had to be crazy, but it also heightened the feeling of his powerful tongue on her snatch.

It's okay. I want it slow and soft, right now. I'm rolling my hips against the pillow as I think about Sydney eating me out. I'm watching Connor do his work as Sydney does hers, building me up to my second orgasm.

I've never "experimented" with a woman, probably never will, but right now I'm so turned on that the fantasizing part of my brain is down for anything and everything. There's something liberating in that and, now, by myself, I wonder how far I can take it. I can't remember ever being this turned on by myself before. We're already breaking the 'rules' by Connor being out there fucking Sydney. What other 'rules' could I enjoy breaking with how horned up I am?

The pillow has a huge wet spot on it when I drop. Phone in hand, I run for the bedroom and pull out the toy box. Inside, at the bottom, are the big dildos we used when we were trying to train my pussy for Connor's girth. Usually, I prefer small vibrators, but I want to push it, right now. I want to see how far this high can take me.

I grab the biggest dildo I remember enjoying. It's got a suction cup on the base. I tuck that under my arm and bring a bottle of lube to the bathroom; the closest room with a hard floor. We're going for a no-no today.

My phone hasn't made a sound, so I imagine Connor is still ravaging Sydney's cunt with his mouth. She has tiny inner labia, just a perfect little peach of a pussy. He's got to get it worked up, maximum engorgement, before he takes her.

I wet the suction cup from the tap and plant it in the middle of the floor. Then, drench it in lube. In my life, I have only fleetingly thought this would be hot, but right now everything sounds good. This dildo looks half his girth. I squat down and angle myself. The tip brushes my butthole and I flinch at the coolness of the lube.

We're going for it! All the way! I'm a dirty, anything goes slut, right now!

I pull my ass cheeks apart--my sexy ass ass cheeks that cock-god Connor uses to pleasure himself--and lower my rear entrance down onto the dildo. The lube lets it slide in with no resistance. It burns for a second and I have that feeling like I'm about to shit. There is a rush to this. The newness, the taboo of breaking my own rules, the emotion of feeling like I have thrown off every limit to my sexuality. It also hurts like crazy.

Still, I push down a little farther. I can't tell if I'm actually enjoying this or not. There's a moment where I start to think I don't want this and in the next, I would stand up, but my phone chirps. Another video.

I see Sydney's pussy in the center of the screen. She's on all fours. I hit play.

"You ready?" I hear Connor ask.

"Yes, Daddy." Sydney replies. She says that a lot in her videos.

"Tell me."

"I'm ready for your fat, daddy cock to..." she giggles, suddenly sounding to young to be doing this. "... to fuck..."--another giggle--"... to fuck my pussy."

"Let's see if that's true."

Connor's cock, wrapped in a condom, comes into view at the bottom of the screen. He eases it forward and starts rubbing it against her bright red labia. I'm nervous on her behalf. She moans as he teases her clit with his massive cock. A drop of liquid falls past the camera.

The condom glistens with lube, only some of it Sydney's is my guess. Holding my breath, I watch as Connor slowly pushes into her. Her hips recoil instinctively.

"Oh my god," comes Sydney's voice, throaty and sincere, no hint of sexy baby.

At the edges of the screen, I can see Connor's hands holding her hips still and he starts to pump his way inside her. Stroke after steady stroke he drives himself deeper and deeper into her.

"Oh!" Sydney screams, the baby voice returning. "Fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh my god!"

This is I wanted. This is what I dreamed about. I behold Sydney's darling little cunt stretch around Connor's divine erection and she's praying.

"Uhnnnn..." she moans. "How much is that? How much of it, Daddy?"

"About half." Connor replies, his voice sounding amused.

"Uhn... fuck... yeah... okay..." Sydney continues, trying to get her voice high. "Give it to me, Daddy. Give me everything. I can take it."

Connor continues. He's rolling his hips, pulling out and pushing in. I keep expecting to see something tear. That reminds me that I have a dildo half way up my ass. It doesn't hurt any more. There's just some new and fun feeling.

As the video continues, Connor's cock plowing its way inside a woman for the first time nearly a decade, I slide myself further down the dildo, matching my hips with his. Even through the condom, I bet this feels amazing for Connor. I can imagine the pressure of that 20-year-old pussy stretching around him. The warmth on his manhood that he has missed for so many years.

It's better than the fantasy.

I reach the bottom of the dildo just as his balls reach her pussy. There's still almost an inch of him, but the fucking has those balls swinging.

"How's that?" I hear him ask.

"Fuck..." Sydney's voice is more air than tone. "Amazing! It's amazing! Give me a second."

"Sure," he says. A second later, the video ends.

I immediately start it again, skipping the first few seconds and getting to the good part. Holding the phone in one hand, I fuck my ass on the dildo in time with Connor. It's more new than nice and that's enough.

My free hand is stroking my pussy as I go. Two fingers on my g-spot, my palm on my clit; I am dripping on the floor. The video ends and I scan back to the start and watch Connor penetrate Sydney for a third time.

This time, no time keeping. I just rock myself on the dildo at the speed I want to stroke my g-spot. My stretched out asshole burns but I love it. I love how new it feels. I love how naughty I feel. Here I am, stark naked on the bathroom floor fucking my ass and fingering myself while I watch my fiancee's god-cock split a girl nearly half his age in two. I am the naughtiest girl. I'm so dirty!

I fuck myself harder. The dildo is tugging at one wall or another of my ass as Connor gets to fill up a woman. My right hand is stroking my g-spot like its trying to scour the sin off it. My left hand has a white knuckle grip on my phone.

Chirp.

Another video. I can't open it fast enough. It's the same angle. Sydney on all fours with Connor's dick buried in it. Play.

"... gaaaaaaawd!" Sydney screams.

Connor is fucking her so fast and hard that the vibrations make the video blur. Sydney sounds like she's dying. The horrible screeching sounds of a woman getting tortured to death.

Chirp.

"One photo" the alert window tells me, but I ignore it.

Interrupting the girl's screams is her crying "yes" just in case I was nervous. I wasn't. I'm bouncing on the dildo. I've pulled fingers out of my entrance to rub side to side on my clit. My juices are sticky and white on my fingers. I can't orgasm fast enough.

Under Sydney's screams, I hear Connor grunting. He loves this. I know he does. I know this is a fantasy for him, too. He's living the thing he's dreamt of for so many years. I gave it to him, he gives it back to me. I wish it was his cock in my ass.

As Connor pounds Sydney, the picture shaking and jumping with every thrust, I spy that same white froth on Sydney's stretched, crimson labia and I don't know why but that pushes me over the edge.

I drop the phone as orgasm wracks my body. Everything goes white and the only sensation is the waves of pleasure radiating through me, out of me. If someone else had been in that room they would have gotten a contact cum. I'm reaching for the ceiling for no reason. My mind shatters in the decadent earthquake.

Like waking up from a dream, I can see the ceiling of the bathroom, my hand reaching out, and every nerve on my body is alive. I scramble off the dildo, my knees scraping against the edges of the tiles. Once I'm free, I crumple to the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest and I just lie on the cool tile trembling.

I wish Connor was here to hold me.

Slowly, drunkenly, I stand up and wash my hands. Then, I pick up my phone and go sit on the toilet to pee. The video is over. I don't know how far I got into it, but I didn't notice when the screaming stopped.

I close it and open the picture. It's Sydney's pancake-flat stomach decorated with Connor's cum.

"Holy hell" I text him. "Hotter than I imagined" and then "Get home now!"

A second later, I get a voice note. "I'm already on my way." Connor says.

I switch to my chat with Sydney. "Incredible!" I text her.

I finish peeing and wander dazedly across the hall to my bedroom and crash on the bed. Sydney texts: "Is he home yet?"

"Not yet" I tell her.

She calls me. I can't tell if I'm in the mood to talk to her, but it feels like etiquette demands it.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Sophia," Sydney says sounding like she's on a high herself. "Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"That good?"

"He's incredible! That was... wait, sorry. How are you?"

"I am also incredible."

"Really?"

"Yeah, that was so much hotter than I thought it would be."

"Oh, I'm so glad! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, for letting me borrow him."

"Wow, I'm kind of surprised. That video looked painful."

"Oh, it was!" She laughed, not giggled. "I am currently sitting on an ice pack."

"Yep,"

"But I'm a masochist. I don't do it much on my page because it's really only fun if someone else is doing it."

"I get that." This is true only in the vaguest sense.

"Connor has an ice pack, too. I hope you weren't planning on jumping him as soon as he walked in the door."

"Oh no." I say. "I... kind of tuckered myself out."

Now, she giggled, but not in the baby voice. "Hot." She takes a breath. "Do you think I could borrow him again sometime?"

"I don't know." I say. "I need to talk with him."

"Right, of course. Anyway, I just wanted to check in on you."

"Thank you. I'm so so good."

"Me too! Kisses!"

"Kisses."

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

I pass out. It can only have been ten or fifteen minutes later that I feel Connor cuddling up behind me. He holds me so close, it is like a blanket. I am still naked and he has gotten naked, assuming he didn't drive home naked. He is, however, keeping his penis some distance from me.

Still kind of asleep, I reach back and stroke his leg.

"How do you feel?" I ask.

He groans. "Sore."

"I bet. How long's it been since you wore a condom?"

"Six years?"

"And that teenager's pussy?"

"She's twenty!" He says defensively. "But yeah, I haven't gone that deep in over a decade."

"Over?" I say, craning my neck around to look at him.

"You are not the first girl who couldn't handle me." He says with a little melancholy on his eyes. "You're just the only one who stayed."

I roll over so I can kiss him. It's tender, caring, loaded with the years and struggles of being us. We just make out like that for a minute.

"How are you?" He says when we'd finished.

"I'm great." I say. "That was exactly what I wanted and even better than I'd imagined."

"Better? Seriously?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I mean, how often is the reality better than the fantasy?"

I take a long breath to think about it. "Not often. Let me see. That thing were you fuck my butt cheeks? That's better."

"The dirty hot dog." He replies sagely.

"Yes, the dirty hot dog. I thought it was silly at first. You know, silly bedroom fun. But it makes me feel like I have a great ass."

"You do have a great ass."

"Yeah, but you coming because of it is better than hearing you say it."

"So," he says. "No regrets?"

"None at all," I sigh.

"Awesome," he kisses me on the forehead, then gets up out of bed. "I gotta pee." He pads into the bathroom, still in his socks. "Whoa!" He shouts.

"Oh, right." I say waking all the way up.

"Damn!" He calls. "Did you?" I hear him sniff. "Did you put this in your ass?"

My face flushes. Why am I embarrassed? No idea, but I am. "Yeah," I say barely loud enough for him to hear.

"Wow, you really liked those videos!"

"I did." I say, the shame holding my voice back. Then, I'm like 'no, fuck that'. "I reeeeeally liked the videos!" I say good and loud.

He pees, flushes, washes his hands.

"Holy shit!" He says, coming back into the bedroom. "You got so turned on from those videos that you fucked your own ass with a dildo?"

I, kneeling on the bed, just shrug.

"Damn!" He looks at nothing, total disbelief. "Like... damn. I thought this was going to be a one time thing, but now I'm not so sure."

"Me neither," I say. "Maybe it is."

"How maybe?"

"I really don't know. Why? Are you hoping to collaborate with Sydney again?"

"She mentioned it."

"She called me and asked."

"What did you say?"

"That we'd have to talk about it."

"Sure, but that's not... I mean..." he looks back at the bathroom. "I kind of want to try it, now."

"You mean getting the videos?"

"Yeah. Okay, today, I was enjoying myself, but I was also imagining you watching."

"Right,"

"And imagining what it was like to watch. But I would never have thought it would be so good that you would do that. Oh!" He says suddenly. "That's why you were thinking about the dirty hot dog!"

"Yeah,"

"Wow..."

"So, you're saying you want me to collaborate with another guy?"

"I think so." He says, grinning. "I can't promise I'll get turned on enough to peg myself, but I kind of figured you'd... have a turn. You know, to keep things fair."

"I don't need this to be fair." I tell him.

"Clearly!" He jerks a thumb at the bathroom. "I just figured, you know?"

"Do you feel guilty?"

"No... not really. It was for your cuckquean fantasy. I guess, it just feels logical for us to take turns. So to speak. We don't have to."

"Let's sleep on it."

"Yes! We are both in some crazy post-coital headspace. We need to calm down before we decide on anything."

"Yes," I reach out and beckon him with both hands. "I need more snuggles."

He chuckles and comes over. I'm the little spoon. Fuck, this was a good day!