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The Future of Our Marriage

My wife settled into a deep sleep, her snoring filling the room. I waited a few more minutes, until I was sure she was well and out for the night. For what i was planning on doing, i wanted her asleep, though part of me thrilled at the chance she might wake up. I reached down to where I had hidden the dildo before she came to bed. I carefully rolled onto my side and eased my sleep pants down over until my ass was exposed. Grinning, i pushed the business end of the dildo against my asshole, and sighed louder than i meant to when it slid inside.

It felt so good, and so perverted to be doing this with my wife sleeping only a foot or so away... Another few inches of pushing, and the dildo was in all the way.. God it felt so good. Not as good as a real cock, but definitely better than having nothing in my asspussy. I rolled back onto my back and got ready for the next part. My erection was already tenting out the front of my pants, it was a simple matter to pull my pants down and let it pop free in all its phallic glory.

God it felt good to be like this! I listened carefully.. my wife's breathing was still slow and steady. Turning my head, i could see her eyes still closed.The Future of Our Marriage Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ

Good. I knew it was now or never to actually do this. Any hesitation had been wiped away by the delightful sensation of fullness radiating from my ass. With one hand, I reached down and pulled my balls out from my pants. they were already swollen with the desire for release. My other hand, of course, went to my cock. It was all but throbbing, and i knew it would not take long to achieve orgasm under these circumstances.

Still listening for any change in my wife's breating, I began to stroke. Slowly, of course, as i fondled my balls and reminisced about the cock I had sucked the day before on a long lunch break. He was a big black guy i had met at a hookup site... I could not rememebr his name, but i sure remembered the musky scent of his bush and how i almsot choking on his girth.

It felt good to have another man fucking my mouth and using it like it was a cunt. When he came in my mouth, it was all I could do to swallow his load. But i did it, shooting a healthy load into my shorts in the process. I fucking love getting used by black men.

I was stroking my cock harder, pulling on my balls until they almost hurt. I slowed down... nope, she was still asleep.

I grinned and shifted in the bed, feeling the dildo shift inside me. If I used my imagination, I could pretend it was the black guy that had fucked me in the parking lot of the local mall two weeks ago. i had told my wife i wanted to check out some of the sporting goods at the new store, what i did was end up on my hands and knnes buck-ass naked as he pounded me with a cock the size of my forearm. Anyone who has never gotten fucked in the ass properly can't know why it feels so good to feel your hole strectched like that.. it's sometihng you have to expereince for yourself.

My wife shifted in her sleep; i stopped in mid-stroke, ready to yank my pants back to decency and hoping that she would not notice how hard my cock was. Then she might get the stupid idea i was horny for her.

Her eyes fluttered open briefly, then shut. She rolled over and began to snore again. I let out a puff of releif. If she had woke up fully before i could...

And at that moment, I knew what i had to do. Before I could lose my nerve and condemn myself to another year or more or god only knows how long before this marriage stumbled to a halt.

I took a deep breath, then pushed my pants down past my knees, then foot-shoved them off entirely. I was now completely naked. If i had any doubts i was actually doing the right thing, the throbbing on my cock dispelled them. I could tell just by the tingling all the way from the soles of my feet to my balls that when i blew this wad, it was going to be one of the biggest ones in my life, even more intense than the one i had when i got fisted the first time in that gay sex club in Detroit.

Now i began stroking in earnest, almost clawing at my cock in my need to cum. With my free hand, I reached down and yanked the dildo free. bringing it up to my mouth to suck on. I could taste my ass juices n the shaft, and more. Near the tip, my tongue ran across a gritty mass that was incredibly bitter, and i realized with perverse delight that i was licking some of my own shit.

Abandoning caution, I took one last lick, and rammed the dildo back up my ass. That was all it took... my orgasm roared through me, sending a jet of cum three feet in the air before it splashed down on my face and chest. i did not even try to hold back my groan of pleasure.

It was enough to wake my wife, as i was expecting it would. As she shook her head to wake up, I sat back on my haunches, facing her, so that her first clear sight was my erection, still pulsing out the last of my cum. How i was sitting, she could see the dildo sticking out of my ass. My chest was a mess of cum clinging to my chest hair and dripping off my chin.

My wife stared at me, confused.

I grinned evilly. Holding her gaze, I withdrew the dildo from my ass, brought it up to my mouth, and took a long lick. AS I was hoping, there was shit on the shaft, which i took great pleasure in cleaning off, all the time looking her straight in the eye. When I thought it might be somewhat clean, I slid it down my body and shoved it back up my ass.

"Good morning, dear. I think it's time to talk about the future of our marriage."

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