Later that afternoon Tori felt serious pangs of guilt building. Even though she had experienced the incredibly lustful display with Paul, she knew that it happened because she was turned on by her voyeurism of a man not her husband. Nonetheless, she tried to rationalize that she did absolutely nothing wrong, and in fact she reasoned that her reaction was healthy and sex-positive. Most women in the same situation would not have shown her composure, she thought. As evidenced by her dream, if she had simply stood in the room for a fraction longer and not willed herself to leave, something quite different than just voyeurism might have occurred.
By Wednesday, Tori was out of pills again. She became quick tempered, feeling listless and dejected. By Thursday night, her sleep went south again. She spent hours lying in bed trying to sleep. By two in the morning, she had slept less than an hour. Her mind was spinning out of control. She tried every technique she knew, but the insomnia was back.
She finally conceded the fight and quietly went downstairs to the kitchen to fix a snack in the dead of night.
As she looked through the fridge for a healthy snack, she pulled out a few carrots, an english cucumber, and hummus. As she spread the ingredients on the counter, she picked up the cucumber and held it. The image of Sean stepping out of the shower filled her mind reflexively. She blushed as she then thought about the dream that she had the night before and the morning with Paul. She couldn't fight away the image of Sean's cock while holding the large cucumber. It felt a touch on the slim side, but she imagined the length matching Sean's full, erect size.
Without thinking, she stroked it. It was cold, and without thought she turned on the hot water. After a brief moment, she placed the cucumber under the warm water and began stroking it again. She did this for a minute or so, then had an idea.
Tori turned off the water and quietly slipped down to their basement 'in-law' suite. She turned on the shower, took off her top, and stepped out of her panties. She had brought the cucumber with her and as the water warmed up, she placed it under the hot shower spray and started to stroke the long, phallic vegetable. She imagined it was Sean's cock and felt herself getting instantly aroused. Stepping into the shower, Tori positioned the nozzle to spray towards herself as she sat down on the seat in the corner of the shower.
With the cucumber wet, warm, and becoming slightly more supple she imagined that she had returned to Sean's office and happened upon him in the shower. She fantasized that she had stepped into the shower with him and now he was standing in front of her with his erect cock in her hand. She licked the head, then started to swirl her tongue around in sensuous circles. She pretended to look up and into his eyes as she took it deep into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. She slowly removed the length of the phallus and started again at the head. When she pushed it back into her mouth again, she relaxed her throat and attempted to slide it deep. She swallowed a few more inches as she felt increasing pressure in her throat.
She had expected to feel pain or a gagging sensation, but like with Paul previously, she felt only slight discomfort. This gave her a momentary pause for thought, then she repeated the cycle. She did this several more times, lubricating and advancing deeper with each pass. After several more attempts, she tried sticking her tongue out again as the phallus moved deep into her throat. She was able to lick her hand on the end of the cucumber with the shaft buried the rest of the way in. She figured that she had swallowed close to seven inches. She was becoming incredibly turned on, realizing that she could swallow something this large. She began fingering herself as she continued the mock fellatio.
After a few minutes of stimulating her clitoris, Tori wanted desperately to experience what a huge cock might feel like inside of her. She angled the water against the wall and then slid onto the wide floor of the steaming shower. She began by inserting two fingers into her moist channel, rubbing her clit with the tip of the make-shift dildo. After she felt sure that she was well lubricated, she spit several times into her hand, generously lubricated the upper shaft and then slowly inserted it. In her mind, Sean had just penetrated her and with her imagination and hormones firing on all cylinders, the fantasy was surprisingly effective. She stroked in slowly, holding onto the long phallus with one hand as she spread herself with the other. Her feet were up on the wall of the shower and her hips spread wide.
She explored different angles as she inserted more into herself with each stroke and realized that with a slightly downward, smooth stroke she could move the tip over her cervix with only mild pressure. She had limited experience with deep penetration, as Paul was not this long. On his deepest strokes, his head just reached her cervix, which she was did not find comfortable nor enjoyable. But the discomfort might have been about the angle, she realized. She had expected a big cock to feel uncomfortable, but this wasn't. With the proper angle she was finding it to be surprisingly stimulating, more pressure than pain.
Tori increased the pace of strokes slightly and the pleasure continued to build. She instinctively pushed in further and realized that she could feel what must be her back wall, which seemed to be an inch or so across and beyond the cervix. For a brief moment, she wondered if this was normal in women, and then she realized that she had inserted close to the full length of the long cucumber, at least eight inches. An erotic thrill shot through her as she imagined that Sean might be about this length fully hard.
As she thought about Sean, the analytical thoughts faded away as she started to increase the intensity of the thrusts. After a dozen or so short strokes at the depth of her channel pressing gently but firmly into her back wall, a wholly new feeling spread. It felt like a switch had just engaged in her torso and a warm, vibration spread all the way up through her chest with each stroke. She tested this out further by backing off in intervals, trying shallow strokes around her G-spot. Those felt nice as well, but when she pushed all the way in and bottomed out the sensation was so intense her eyes would roll back and she would deeply grunt and moan with every thrust.
Momentarily overwhelmed by the sensations, Tori slowly pulled the cucumber all the way out, watching it erotically stretch her lips. She couldn't believe her eyes as the final inch left and her vaginal walls contracted and softly pulsed in its absence. She lay there for a blissful moment just savoring the newfound eroticism.
She reinserted it to the hilt on her first stroke, shocking herself again. Her moan was so loud, she worried she might wake the house two floors up. But there was no slowing down now, the feelings were too great and too intense. With reckless abandon, she pulled out again, then thrust deep and hard. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly with pleasure. She wanted to feel this over and over until she couldn't take any more.
So, she did. She gave herself the hardest fucking of her life as she pounded herself repeatedly, as deep and hard as possible until she exploded with an intense and wholly different orgasm than anything she had ever experienced. If there was a Richter scale for her orgasms, this would have been at least a seven, with all others before having been no higher than sixes. The aftershocks, which lasted minutes, were stronger than her typical orgasms.
