Quite a nice ride

Have you ever had one of those evenings where you started at point A, ended up at point B and were not all to sure about how you got there? Bouts of alchohol induced silliness aside, it's often a surreal experience and much like my Monday evening. Within an hours time, we went from watching reruns of The Office to having me on my knees begging my wife to pound me harder. For the life of me, I can't recall how it started! But here is what I know occurred...
Somehow, between reading on the bed and watching tv, our evening conversation turned to discussing large cocks. I have no idea how and it's driving me nuts. Regardless, I told A. that the largest cock I was aware of belonged to a fellow named Mandingo in the porn biz. I am sure there are others, but frankly the only cocks I really pay attention to are mine and the ones my wife straps on. Since A. had never heard of him, I grabbed my nifty netbook, pulled up Tube8 and within a few moments we were watching an impressive display of length, width and a variety of women accomodating both.
"I just don't think I could handle something like that", my wife said, "Much less enjoy it."
"It is impressive", I added.
The scene we were watching changed to a petite woman kneeling between Mandingo's legs trying valiently to throat as much of his cock as she could, with some success.
"She looks like she enjoys that", A. observed.
"I like it too", I said looking up from the screen.
"You like sucking big, thick cock?", she asked in a playful tone
I decided to deadpan. "Very much so", I said "but only if it's yours."
A. smiled at me and we watched the scene in front of us for a few more minutes.
"Why don't you go take a shower."
"Huh?", I asked, my usual perceptive self.
"Go take a shower and when you get back, I'll have something for you."
In my opinion, showering before a evening of "unconventional intimacy" is pretty much like any other shower with one exception: you spend a few extra minutes at the end fingering your ass with soapy and then rinsed fingers, which is exactly what I did. It serves two purposes, the first obviously being to ensure cleanliness and the second to better relax and aclimate for the activities ahead. Arousal at the act of riding ones fingers is a nice side benefit.
Coming out of the bathroom and entering our bedroom I saw A. lying on the bed wearing a camisol and sporting our second largest strapon cock. It's a nice purple model about 1.5 inches in diameter and 8 inches long.
"I thought this would be appropriate for you given how long it's been since I fucked you."
"It's perfect", I replied, watching the protruding cock between my wife's legs sway left to right as she shifted about, lying on her back.
"Come here", she said and pulled me on top of her. My face was directly over hers, my arms and legs supporting me on either side of her body, and my cock hanging down to bump against her longer, always hard shaft.
I gave A. a kiss on the lips, smiled and started to slide down her body until my mouth was directly over the head of her toy.
"You do like sucking cock don't you?" she asked.
I simply grinned and lowered my head until my lips wrapped around her shaft. I made a show of licking the shaft from top to bottom, popping the head in and out of my mouth, and sucking up and down the sides, everything I could remember from the clip we had watched earlier. I took her cock as deep as I possibly could until the gag reflex hit me. Eventually I took A.'s hands, wrapping them in my hair and compelled her to fuck my mouth. Fuck me she did. Gripping my hair, she would pull me down and thrust upward, impaling her cock deep in my mouth cutting off my air. Over and over again my head bobbed, scalp aching, gasping for breath, my jaw was getting sore, and I was in heaven. It's one of those things I lack the ability to articulate, but the harder she used my mouth and the more fucking my throat endured, the more content I was. Abruptly she pulled my mouth off her cock and held my head level with one hand. In what seemed like slowmotion A. grabbed
her cock and slapped it against my lips. Holding my head in place, she repeatly flogged my mouth and face with her cock. Once the toy dried off she shoved it back in my mouth and popped it out again to repeat the process until my lips were tingling and my face was cover in my own saliva.
A. pulled me up to kiss her and as our lips met I felt our cocks collide between us. Propping myself up onto one knee, I looked down to see her ever-vertical member nudging the underside of my balls. As if reading my mind, A. gripped her cock and manuevered it around to lightly slap my balls. I couldn't help but flinch in response.
"Did that hurt?" she asked, clearly concerned. Light s&m is my thing, not so much hers.
"I don't think so, do it again", I rasped. Yes, it did hurt, but the twisted pleasure of having my wife assult my balls with her thick cock was too great to pass up.
Smack... Smack... Slowly but surely, my wife's confidence increased. She could see that I was enjoying her attentions and became more creative as she pummeled my hanging balls. Bending her cock toward her stomach a little further each time and then releasing it, pulling it to the left or right an swiping me from the side, even alternating her aim to strike each fragile orb in succession. Again, not something I can fully explain but I was in heaven even as my balls began to feel the effects of their ordeal.
"So are you ready to get fucked?"
"Definitely", I answered and we moved to a more conventional position with me on my knees and her kneeling behind me. As A. reached over to grabbed the lubricant, I turned and took it from her hands.
"Allow me, please"
I took decent amount of lube into my palm and covered my wife's cock as she kneeled above me. It's a small thing, but a powerful gesture in my mind for the recipient to tend to the implement of their penetration. Turning back around to face away from my wife, I made a show of applying the remaining lube from my fingers around, and a bit inside of, my opening.
Slowly but surely, my wife worked the head of her cock into my ass. Given the time it had been since she last sodomized me, we started slow but within a few minutes my wife began to fuck me in earnest. It had been a while since I had been taken that deep and at one point I asked A. to go easy for a bit. Within a few more minutes I had aclimated and asked her to fuck me for real. Gripping my hips, she drove her cock fully into my ass, sliding back a few inches and slamming deeper inside. Fuck it hurt, it felt like she was trying to shove her cock out of my mouth, and I loved every moment of it.
To be clear, I am a strong proponent that anal sex should not hurt or you are doing something wrong or too soon. That said, every now and then I want it to hurt. Not in a dangerous sense, but I want to know that I got fucked, that I was my wife's bitch, and that whatever she wanted to dish out I would take and ask for more.
Soon afterward I turned over and laid on my back, legs in the air, open and ready for my wife to finish me off. She didn't hesitate, shoving her lube covered cock right back inside me. She pressed down on the back of legs, driving my knees toward my shoulders and leveraging herself further into me. Her cock was DEEP, pounding me at a depth that exceeded comfort. I felt conflicted, loving the site of my wife breathing heavily on top of me, her hair hanging forward surrounding her face and the sweet pressure pulsing from my prostate throuh my cock versus the knowledge that my insides could only take so much more abuse. I wrapped my hand around my cock and proceeded to jack off under A.'s gaze.
"That's it baby, cum for me. Be a good little bitch and come for me while I fuck your ass. Such a good husband, such a good cocksucking husband with my hard cock in his ass."
She knew what buttons to push and I shot my cum all over my stomach, pooling into my belly button. Laying on my back I surveyed my situation as my wife's slick cock rested next to mine still dripping wih cum. I felt used, sore, and very much content.