Locktober Pt. 05

A note before Locktober: This story involves adult chastity and interracial cuckolding. If that's not what you came for, this is not the month, or story, for you. Everyone here is an adult. Nothing that follows is a brief for real life. It is a story about a lock, a marriage, and what happens when comparison walks in.

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(Wednesday night, Week 2-Days locked-10)

Patrick and Karen sat in the living room. Work had run late for both. Patrick hated that he couldn't cook for them, but the take out had given them a chance to really talk for the first time in days.

"K, I feel like I'm going to explode! This thing is too much."

Patrick was relieved as his young wife listened to him, her hand finding his. The past ten days, since he agreed to the Locktober bet, had been a practice in patience at first. Karen wanted to fit in at her office, the whole team was participating, the pot was growing by the day. It had also been a learning experience for the older man.

During their relationship, Patrick had led Karen, taking her virginity and forming her into the woman he wanted her to be. He almost felt like he was still teaching her, taming her, as they married. She challenged him and he enjoyed the process of wrangling her.

In public, he was still that man, a tenured professor, distinguished and respected. But at home, in their bedroom, he served her. The chastity cage allowed her a level of control that she seemed to be relishing.

But he stared into those innocent green eyes and felt the concern, the care, of a woman who loved him, as he continued.

"Work is... challenging right now," Patrick said, "And the... device isn't helping."

Karen nodded, her face open to suggestion, as she responded, "You said the cream we ordered was helping with the swelling."

Patrick sighed, that father-like role he played in their relationship needing to emerge.

"My dear, this isn't just physical. The pain I can manage."

He almost kicked himself at the ground he had given.

"I don't want to hurt you," she said genuinely.

"Honey, it's humiliating. The mental part is... well it's hard to quantify."

"Please," Karen asked, urging him for more.

"I'm unable to please you, in the way I want. I feel like less of a man. It's... it's doing a number on me."

Karen squeezed his hand, "Honey, you've pleased me more in the last ten days than any I can remember."

She hadn't meant it the way it was received.

"That stings my love," he replied.

Their eyes broke from one another, both searching.

Karen spoke first, "Patty, we... we bought the tickets last night. Why didn't you..."

Patrick again felt a punch to his gut, as they laid in bed on Tuesday, Karen basking in Patrick's oral efforts. They'd brought up the vacation she had promised at the end of the month. A prize for his servitude. Full access to her body. It was an offer he couldn't refuse. Now the non-refundable airfare and hotel package hung over him like a guillotine.

"I want you to be happy," he mused, "That's all I want."

"I am," she said, her voice sounding a tad petulant.

They both breathed as they measured the moment.

"We're a third of the way there," Karen announced, "Everything's okay."

Patrick felt a pain in his gut as the words flowed, too fast.

"Karen, this has to stop."

He slouched as he watched the despair wash over her. She was excelling at work. She finally had a group of friends to call her own. He'd pushed to book the trip. He ratched up the pressure.

"I can unlock you tonight, text the girls in the morning," she choked, soft and defeated.

He blinked.

"No..."

"What," Karen asked.

"No, it's okay," he replied.

"But you just," she stuttered, confused.

Patrick ran his hand over her cheek. He felt a foot on the high ground.

"I want to continue, for you."

He bathed the look of awe on her young face. It warmed him. Steeled his resolve. Maybe he just needed to know that there was a way out.

He felt his chest puff as she cradled against him, arm resting on his stomach. All seemed normal as he turned on another animal documentary. They spoke warmly now. She was excited for Jamaica. He mentioned a few things he had planned for her. He smiled as she flushed red.

His young, innocent wife, all his.

Then her phone dinged.

"Oh my god," she blurted, "It's here!"

Patrick paused the documentary as she bounced from the couch and bounded to the door, her free breasts swaying proudly as she moved excitedly.

"Is that," he asked as she held out the oblong box.

"Yes," she cried, staring at her husband and then back at the cardboard.

"A little big for such a simple thing," Patrick added.

He watched as her face reddened anew, clearly embarrassed at the moment.

"Can we use it? Pleaseeee?"

Patrick leaned forward, his eyes moving from the television screen to his almost giddy wife. For a moment he recalled his first marriage, they had introduced a sex toy towards the inevitable end of their union, to disastrous results.

"This won't be that," Karen had said when they discussed bringing the toy into their marriage.

His mouth opened.

He paused.

"Yes, my love," he said, caring and confident.

He stood from the couch, prepared to see it through.

Her hand paused him.

"Let me check it out first," she almost ordered.

"K," he asked as she bounded past him to the bedroom.

"A woman can have her secrets," she cried playfully as she almost sprinted down the hallway, "Call you when I'm ready!"

************

Karen locked the door behind her, she never did that, as she tore at the package before the lock had finished clicking.

The white one was on top, wrapped like something from a pharmacy. Opaque, smooth. Six inches.

"Respectable," she remembered Tosha saying.

She held it up.

It was bigger than Patrick.

Garcia would have called it a starter.

She tossed it on the bed.

Her finger dove back into the oblong box, moving aside tissue, as she searched, like a kid at Christmas.

"Boyfriend dick," she said aloud as she felt it.

She pulled it free with some effort.

It filled her small hand.

It was heavy, like a weight she couldn't imagine. Chocolate brown, veins prominent, the head blunt, a pair of balls that looked almost comically large. She turned it once, admiring it like a meal on display. It was twice her husband.

Her mouth went dry.

Her body did the opposite.

She jumped at the knock from the bedroom door.

"K? You alright in there?"

Her breath held as she scanned the room, that traitorous feeling returning as she panicked as Patrick knocked again.

She shoved it under the bed, tossing the box until it skidded against the wall. The white one was on the bedspread. A promise. Beneath the bed was a betrayal. And she looked back, wishing she kicked it a bit further under as she glided to the door.

"Yes," she said, gathering herself, "Just getting ready."

************

"You look hot," Patrick said, eyeing the room for a moment.

"Just excited," Karen lied.

She turned towards bed, and her eyes went wide, the ebony dildo was poking out from underneath, thankfully wedged between a blanket and a spare pillow. She moved quickly and placed her foot in front of it, turning to her husband.

"D-do you want to use it on me," Karen asked nervously, exhaling as Patrick moved to the bed, stripping his work clothes.

"I do," he said, picking up the plastic dildo and holding it skyward.

Karen smiled as she surveyed her husband, naked save for the ruby-red cage. He looked excited. She laughed as he patted the six-inch sex toy against his open palm like a police baton.

"Come my love," he urged.

She loved how enthusiastic he sounded.

Karen stripped for him, before moving onto the bed.

Patrick ran his hand along one of her huge breasts as she settled on the army of pillows.

"Will you warm me up first," she asked.

Patrick responded, placing the sex toy in her hand as he kissed down her stomach, shimming to his now familiar place between her legs.

He played with her flushed petals with his fingers as he kissed along her opening.

"Feels so good," she moaned.

Patrick could feel her appreciation as his face slickened, pressed against her warmth.

"You're getting better," she mused, resting her hands on his bony shoulders.

He smiled at the compliment.

Her breaths sharpened as he lavished her with his tongue.

He knew the sound now.

"I think I'm ready," she announced, her hand now on his cheek.

Patrick lifted himself from her vagina. He held his hand out, like a mechanic asking for the right tool. He felt the small white dildo land in his hand. Karen smiled down at him.

"Go easy on my tiger," she purred as she watched him adjust himself. He studied her love for a moment, watching it writhe, like a living thing, her hips already moving. He inhaled as he placed the sharp head of the plastic thing against her, running it along her wetness. Toying with her.

"In," she huffed, her tone almost impatient.

Patrick obliged, feeling a pang of regret as something besides himself entered her for the first time. He watched her body give as he pressed, as carefully as he could, inside her.

"Ah," she barked.

The opaque, arrow-like head of the sex toy was wider than Patrick's penis, a broadness clearly designed with female pleasure in mind.

"Ah," she cried again as the first half inch crested her.

"Does it hurt," he asked, his eyes still on the small dildo.

"Keep going," she snarled. It was wanton. Smoldering.

Patrick felt the cage tighten as he moved the sex toy, somewhat rudely, three inches deep. His penis pushed at the unforgiving slats of his cage, like it was jealous.

"Ahhh," he grimaced, it was quiet and personal.

"H-how much," Karen asked, looking down at her husband.

"Halfway," he replied.

"More," she moaned.

Patrick pushed more plastic inside his wife, his mind mixing disappointment with wonder as four inches, the most he could ever give her, was swallowed up and the fifth inch followed. He pulled it out, noting the shine as he began flicking his wrist, fucking her with the sex toy.

Karen looked at the ceiling as her husband fought to build a rhythm.

Their eyes met.

He was trying.

"P-push it," she stammered, "Up just a bit, then out... then..."

She was trying to get into it, but her husband's awkward angle, the way the coil of pleasure would build and then disappear drove her to the edge, and then stopped.

It didn't help that she kept thinking of her huge, life-like black sex toy, hiding like the monster it was, under their bed.

"Ouch!"

She yelped as he poked her hard, her hand finding his wrist.

Patrick paused.

"Here," she said harshly, before softening, "Let me."

Patrick moved from between her legs as she took hold of the dildo. He watched from his knees as Karen licked her hand, running it along her opening and fed the dildo back inside.

His feelings curdled for a moment as he watched her, finding himself relegated as she pleasured herself. He groaned as his angry penis continued its fruitless fight to free itself against the front of the chastity cage.

"Ohhhh my god," Karen moaned.

Patrick's eyes moved from the pistoning dildo to Karen's face. She looked almost lost. The sound from below, the wet mushing of the sex toy and her sopping love, ringing in his ears.

"Good," he told himself as his teeth gritted. He soothed himself seeing her eyes finding him. Her head rocked, her jaw slightly open, hanging loosely.

"She deserves this," he thought. Her hand moved with the skill of a slight of hand magician, fast for a few seconds, twisting for another, a deep plunge. He marveled at her technique as she babbled.

"Full..."

"So big..."

"Ahh... ahhh... ahhh..."

Her hips were rolling as she fucked against the plastic toy. Her cries growing louder. Each time she moved her foot would brush his thigh, her toes curling against him.

"Errrhmmm," he croaked. His stomach coiled and something inside him broke. It was hard and soft at the same time. Pain, pulsing, his penis pushing with all its might.

"Oh," he shrieked.

It was quick, and he found his breath suddenly ragged. His hand gripped her knee.

"Jesus Pat, I'm so close," she moaned, unaware.

Karen had stopped her hand at his histrionics as she watched him shake against her leg.

"Baby I..."

He followed her eyes, down his body.

"I...."

Patrick's eyes widened as a bead of pearly white cum, a pittance, lounged on the end of the cage.

"Did you just..."

Patrick was at a loss for words. His eyes brows scrunched. Without thinking he brought his fingers to the end of the cage and touched the small dollop.

"I didn't know I could," he said, looking at the dot of his sperm on his index finger.

Karen's mouth was agape, her eyes similarly on his finger.

"Is that? Did you just?"

Patrick looked at her bewildered. His own pleasure, his own release, had been an afterthought during the month. The sight of his wife writhing in ecstasy, his mind urging him on, and his hopelessly confined penis had conspired to bubble forth something in response to the moment.

"Patty," Karen asked.

"I don't know," he answered," It... didn't feel like it normally does."

"Are you still in pain?"

Patrick took stock of his body for a moment, sighing, "Yes."

They studied each other. Both confused.

"We didn't just lose the bet did we," Karen said finally, her green eyes wide, almost scared.

Patrick again took inventory of her words. He saw her look. She needed the fatherly figure at that moment.

"I... I don't think so," he replied finally.

"A one time thing," she said.

Patrick's heart sank at the thought.

"A one time thing..."

************

(Thursday morning, Week 2-Days locked-11)

"We're gonna need to get into this," Demetrius said as he leaned over Karen, re-reading the letter from the tech team at Phoenix Global.

"I explained the process, they're over the hours for this month," the young wife lamented. She paused as she looked to her black supervisor for a solution.

"I'll think about it, let's work through lunch in my office," he said, offering her his confident smile.

Karen felt the fluster that had consumed her as she tried to work through the issue, dissolving at Demetrius's direction. He touched her shoulder as he stood.

"Fellas still holding strong," he asked the room.

The gaggle of female programmers replied with confident affirmations.

Karen had only a moment to think as she watched Tosha slide her swivel chair across the bay to sit next to her. Garcia joined.

"So did you try it," the older software engineer asked.

Karen covered her hands in the sleeves of her long sweater at the question. Her eyes moved to Renee, who had previously told her to be wary of the other women, who Renee believed were setting up Karen to be the next loser in the Locktober gambit.

"We did, the white one," Karen said sheepishly.

"And," Garcia implored, her eyes wide.

"It was good... better than I thought... we had fun..."

Tosha clapped, her smile wide and a touch devious.

"Excellent," she added.

"What about the big one," Garcia pried.

"It came," Karen said simply.

"Did you," Tosha said with a smirk.

"I didn't have a chance to try it, maybe tonight. The little one made Patrick... Oh my gosh..."

The two women looked at her, their eyes fiery.

"First," Karen said, enjoying their rapt attention, "We never discussed what the rules were if a husband had an... accidental..."

"Oh my God he didn't," Garcia laughed.

"Definitely disqualifying," Miranda added.

The trio looked at her. Suddenly feeling like a cohort, Miranda and Heather's men had already failed the challenge.

Tosha cocked her eyebrow as she responded.

"You're out Miranda, this is for active participants only."

"Wait," Karen asked, looking at Tosha and Garcia, then at Renee, who was clocking the conversation from across the room, "It happened to you guys too?"

The two women paused, looking at each other. The bet and the potential growing pot on their minds. Their eyes resolved to honesty.

"It's their bodies," Garcia opined, "At some point they can't help it."

"I read it's the body flushing the fluid. It's involuntary."

"The whole thing is involuntary," Renee added wickedly, earning the familiar judgemental looks from the crew.

"Okay," Tosha replied, taking control," So we agree, if their peters are still in the cage it doesn't count."

"Peters," Garcia repeated mirthfully, snorting.

Karen smiled.

"This is falling apart," Heather called, her face buried in her screen.

"No it's not," Garcia replied, refocusing on the core group, "Bet's still on, if they have accidents while caged, it's allowed."

"Agreed," Tosha replied.

"Okay," Karen said.

"You girls are vicious," Renee added.

"A bet's a bet," Tosha said with finality, "K, send me the tech dispute. I'll take a look."

Karen nodded, but her mind wasn't on the angry exchange from Phoenix Global. Her mind was firmly on Patrick, his physical discomfort, and how this loophole might allow him some relief. She paused as she felt Tosha's eyes on her.

"K, try the big one," the older woman said.

Karen felt her cheeks redden, "Geez, okay Mom..."

The young wife watched as Tosha slid her chair back to her desk and started typing.

She turned.

Renee was watching her with that, "told you so," look.

Karen rolled her eyes and tried to focus on the email exchange from Phoenix Global.

***********

"Dang it," Patrick grumbled, "Dang it, dang it, dang it."

He was at his desk, chair pulled back.

Moments earlier he had felt his body lock, then the gritted grimace.

The result was three small wet dots, wetting his khakis, clear to anyone looking.

He shook his head.

The feeling wasn't pleasurable. Hardly orgasmic. It was more like penance. His body evacuating the dormant, defunct seed. The process left him more wanton, more desperate.

"Horny," he thought to himself, crying at the crude word in his battered mind.

He'd tried to pass the time, reading about chastity cages and their prolonged effects. Potential cleanliness issues aside, the need for his body to release waste was biological and inevitable.

"Waste," he thought to himself as he tried to focus, his penis pulsing bitterly against the cage's plastic slats, the connotation of his seed being "less than," settling uncomfortably in his paunchy gut.

Worse yet, the article said that such issues would only increase over time as his penis remained caged.

"I am my body," he said with a weak smile, "Marcel," he added. His mind producing quotes from his field that might soothe his ego.

It was his fault. The photos of Karen, in that string bikini, sat on his phone, open on his desk. He had wrestled with looking at them for hours. His academic mind firmly against it. But his growing need, and release from last night as he watched Karen play with the white dildo, won out. He yearned for her body. For the trappings of the bet. Her body, his to use at his whim on a tropical vacation.

But, ever frustrated, he was currently more concerned with how we was going to handle these unscheduled releases in his daily life.

"Yo, Doctor L, you got a minute..."

Patrick stood as the brawny football player knocked quickly and opened his office door.

He stood, grabbing the clipboard to cover his embarrassment. Placing it strategically over his crotch as he greeted the barging athlete.

***********

"You must be getting tired of this," Demetrius asked as he looked at the screen.

Karen sat next to her black boss, close enough to smell his earthy cologne. It wasn't too strong, just a hint that made the nostrils want more. She had been engrossed in the bet for the last hour, and also, finding herself counting the minutes until the lunch hour.

"Oh, you mean this," she blurted.

There was so much talk of husbands and cages in her work day that she had to refocus on the job at hand.

"Yeah, these guys are tough on you," he added.

"It's gotten worse recently," she opined.

"Yeah," he said with his wide smile, "But you handle them well. You can't let them break you."

His eyes were filled with a knowledge she could never understand. There were rumors around the office. Demetrius had been hired to lead the team from a re-entry program. Karen didn't want to know. But the girls talked. It was an assault, something about defending a woman's honor. He'd done a year inside.

"I... I won't," she stammered, feeling his physical presence at their proximity. His sleeves were rolled up, his arms filled with long, intricate tattoos, veins bulging as he typed.

"So they're concerned with the hours again," Demetrius said, "Not the fix."

"That's right," Karen replied, leaning in, almost touching his broad chest. She found herself for a moment, her eyes moving to the open door of his office a calm washing over her.

"They think we burned the month's window on their discovery calls and now they want the failover written off as a new project."

Karen nodded.

"I told them the window includes the calls. They ran three reviews that weren't in the plan. If I send the notes from the fourteenth, they won't have a change order to stand on."

"Send them," he said, he pushed his chair back, their arms touched for the briefest second, their eyes met.

"And copy me. If they push, we hold the original scope and they pay extra for reviews. We're not eating their meetings."

"S-sounds good," Karen added, her eyes still on the small space between their arms.

"You okay, you look flushed?"

Karen grabbed her notes, clutching them against her heavy breasts, "Fine... this bet has been alot."

"Learning some things about hubby are we?"

She smiled, foot already moving backwards.

"Y-yes... I mean... we're okay."

Demetrius looked at her, deeply, his gaze holding her in place.

"Good, I don't want this whole thing to explode. We've got a good team."

Karen nodded, bobble-head fast.

"Glad you're on it," the black man said.

"Me too," she replied.

Their eyes lingered.

"Oh," Demetrius added, "Tell Renee I need her to stay late tonight."

"Coding stuff," Karen asked.

Demetrius smiled at her, "Yeah... coding stuff."

**********

"Well," Patrick asked, looking at his beautiful wife through his thick glasses. He admired the frame of her face as her head lifted.

"Vivaldi," she said, asking but sure of herself.

"You got it," Patrick smiled as he finished his last bite.

"You must be rubbing off on me," Karen responded as she stood.

The couple stood side by side as they washed the dishes. Karen cleaned the plates and Patrick put them in the dishwasher.

Patrick smiled at the mundacity of the moment.

Karen looked to be hurrying.

"Got somewhere to be," he asked.

"N-no," she stammered, "Just, long day you know. Ready for bed."

Patrick paused as he closed the door to the dishwasher, "So no... hanky panky?"

Karen suddenly felt caught as her older husband watched her, the pause was long.

"I can give you the night off if I want," she said, it came out giddy, but firm.

In the bedroom, Patrick was droning on, using the opportunity to have his tongue not nestled against his wife's vagina for an evening.

"I... emitted today at work..."

"The study I read said it's going to increase, the fluids have to go somewhere..."

"Are you listening?"

Karen's eyes were on the space beneath her side of the bed, hidden under a spare pillow was the giant, ebony dildo she had purchased. She shook her head as she climbed under the sheets, finally acknowledging her husband.

"Oh, oh no. I'm sorry."

Patrick put his hand on her shoulder, urging her to turn from her side and face him.

"It could affect my work K," he said seriously.

Karen felt the pull of the huge plastic toy as she tried to keep her attention on her husband's clear desire for her feedback.

"The girls, well the girls and I, decided that if you have... an issue..."

Patrick's eyes narrowed, searching for understanding.

"An issue?"

Karen steadied herself under his gaze.

"The other husbands are leaking too. The new rule is, if it happens in the cage, it's okay."

Patrick stared at her. She obviously didn't know how callous she sounded. She needed guidance. He found a strange solace in the fact that her co-worker's husbands were having similar... issues.

"Honey, the feeling is, well it's not a feeling really, it's not pleasant."

Karen scratched the sheets, impatiently, her irritated husband was the only thing standing between her and the new experience waiting below.

"Maybe we can make it work for you," she mused, "Maybe it can get better."

Patrick exhaled, frustrated, "Maybe we can stop."

Karen was positively beside herself, searching for a way to both soothe her husband and bring the conversation to an end.

"Babe, we're so close. We can work on it tomorrow night. See if we can get you there."

His face was unsure, but she felt something in her rejoice as he laid on his pillow, eyes still on her.

"It's getting harder to hold out my love," he said.

"It's all going to be worth it Patty," she said as she turned and shimmed to the edge of the bed, facing the wall, "Get some sleep."

Twenty minutes later, her husband was still jostling for a comfortable position. Each movement producing a soft noise of the metal lock on the plastic cage. She watched the minutes move on the clock by her bed.

Hoping.

Finally, after another long, few minutes, Patrick's breathing leveled out. She let his snores emerge, indicating he was under. He had moved his arm in his sleep, resting his hand against her breast possessively.

She gingerly moved it and smiled as his snores continued.

Like a cautious cat, she moved, ever so slowly from the bed.

She paused.

The snoring was rhythmic and constant now.

She leaned down and fought with the subterfuge hiding the huge dildo, smiling as she felt it on the edge of her fingers. She held it in her hand, feeling how her fingers couldn't close around it as she watched her husband sleep peacefully.

Gingerly, she crept from the bedroom, keeping the door quiet as she made her way to the living room.

Finally alone with her prize, she turned on the stylish lamp by the couch. Her eyes went wide as she finally had the time to admire the huge sex toy.

The weight of it was intimidating. The broadness of the thing felt like a joke.

"This can't be real," she told herself.

But it was very real. She noted how, when she grasped it with two hands, four proud inches, and the blunt, broad head stood high above her fingers mightily.

She brought it before her face, eyes crossing.

"Well hello there," she whispered, her voice husky.

She giggled as she kissed the spongy head once.

Then again.

Then she ran her tongue along the faux-veined shaft.

She moved it before her mouth again and opened. She looked down at the sex toy as it entered her soft mouth, her jaw widening to accommodate its girth.

She paused as she felt an unfamiliar ache in the hinge of her mouth. Thinking of how ridiculous she must have looked with the beastily thing lodged in her maw. The white one was not this. This was a challenge.

She opened again and filled her mouth, almost greedily, her throat making a wicked wretching noise as she pushed it as deep as her shallow maw would allow.

"Grrppfhhh!"

Her mouth made an ungodly noise as she freed it, spit-covered, thick and powerful.

In a flash she was out of her sleep shorts and panties, tossing them carelessly to the floor.

She licked her hand and ran her fingers around her sex, finding it already sopping at the thought.

"Go easy on me," she said aloud on the dimly lit couch, bringing the head to rest against her petals. Her breathing was shallow, expectant.

"Shit, shoot," she spat, correcting her curse word, as she felt the unfamiliar press of the wide, fake glans entering her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt with her husband. His small penis had made her jolt at the beginning of their love making. She could feel the huge, ebony cock in her stomach as she pressed another wide inch inside.

"Holy lord," she moaned as she pulled it out, catching her breath, "Th-that's alot," she told the empty room.

But something in her, the buzzing from her brain to her loins, steadied her mind and she moved her wrist, inviting more of the dildo inside her.

"F-fudge," she shrieked, covering her mouth with her free hand as three inches of huge, fake, black cock widened her. She blinked as she fisted it out and then delved a fourth, plastic inch back into her faltering canal.

She built up a slow, steady rhythm, she thought she could handle, fucking herself with half of the bulbous toy.

She bit her lip, smiling as she thought of what Tosha and Garcia would say when they found out.

Her thought was interrupted by a breathy, "Ohhh god."

Miranda and Heather would listen, give their opinions.

Renee would give her that look.

But they faded as a sixth inch disappeared inside her.

"Oh my..."

"Oh my g...."

"Fudgeeeee," she growled.

What would Demetrius think if he found out?

Karen's thighs shook as her black boss entered her mind. His muscular body. The smell of him. His confidence.

Her eyes lidded as the seventh inch of the brutish toy barged her open, her wrist flicking fast now. She lifted her legs skyward.

It was awkward.

But it was what her body craved.

She rutted against the huge sex toy. Her hips spastic.

"I..."

"Please god..."

I...."

Her words were babbles, her thoughts half formed. As she pistoned the sex toy with a voracious want.

Her head was rocking, eyes glassy as she grasped the end of the dildo with both hands and drove it forward, pressing in the final inch until the faux balls touched her ass.

"FaaaOhGoddd...."

She cried, shook, her face a mix of pain and something she had never felt before.

Release.

Her body followed her mind as she slowly withdrew the plastic hunk of faux flesh. She felt herself cringe as some ungodly mixture of her essence flowed with force from her gapping vagina.

Exhausted, she let the heavy thing fall between her legs. She gazed around the room with a look of confusion like she couldn't remember where she was. She felt the growing puddle beneath her ass as she came down from the biggest orgasm of her life.

Minutes passed as she breathed, her hand running along the slickened sex toy, petting it like an animal that had completed its task.

"Honey..."

Karen jumped at the sound of her husband, wondering where she was. She fought back a moment of annoyance at him from breaking the moment.

"Coming," she replied sweetly.

She caught herself on the couch's armrest as her legs failed her. Her knees knocking like they did when she was a wide-eyed co-ed. Her eyes moved to the mess she had left on the couch. A large, damp spot the evidence of the dildo's prowess and her own arousal. She moved quickly to put a blanket and pillow over the spot, reasoning it would dry before tomorrow.

"You okay," Patrick called again.

"Leave me be," she said in her mind as she held the dildo in her fist, before saying, "Yes, be right there!"

She gathered her clothes, not bothering to put them on as she walked unsteadily towards the master bedroom.

Patrick was turned away from her as she entered their room quietly, moving to kneel by the bed and pushing the used sex toy as far back as she could.

"Thank you boyfriend dick," she whispered.

"What was that," Patrick said sleepily.

"N-nothing, just hot," she lied.

Karen slid beneath the cold sheets on her side, she turned on her stomach, letting her arm hang over the side. She knew the monster sex toy was out of reach, but she imagined her fingers on it again. Her mouth. They way it opened her up so effortlessly.

She'd find a way to enjoy the feeling again tomorrow night.

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