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.
After the final tremors subsided, Tori lay on the floor of the shower in a stupefied state for long minutes. The water had started to cool, and she forced herself to get up and turn up the heat. As she sat up, she realized the cucumber was still buried deep inside her and she slowly pulled it out, again marveling at the length that she took in. She naturally thought about Sean and a very real part of her realized that she wanted to find out if having sex with him would feel the same. The other part of her, the mother and wife, felt immediate and intense guilt. She realized that when people speak of identity crises, she was on the verge of one.
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Tori dressed, then guiltily hid the cucumber in a plastic bag in the basement trash bin. She headed up a level to lie down on the living room couch, hoping to catch some sleep. She finally dozed off close to four in the morning and was startled awake by Paul a few hours later. She was groggy and disoriented. When she remembered her experience in the shower, a warm sensation filled her, but then guilt crashed the party as her girls stumbled downstairs looking for breakfast. Paul, ever the doting father and husband, had it under control as Tori popped upstairs to get ready for work. It was going to be a very difficult day, she thought.
By lunchtime that Friday, Tori's shins were in pain and she was overtired. She drank too much coffee and took too many Ibuprofen. Her stomach was in knots. She tried to imagine a path through the weekend that was pain free and well rested, but couldn't. So, at two that afternoon, she called Sean to ask about more pills. He said that he would be heading in early the next day, and then going running; she should stop by before ten.
Paul again was more than happy to shuttle the girls around that Saturday, especially if Tori could cover Sunday morning while he went to play golf with some friends. He was even apologetic about abandoning the family for a Sunday morning. Tori reassured him that he more than deserved the time to himself.
Tori was in the house by herself Saturday morning, with nothing but her thoughts after another fitful night of sleep. She had taken nighttime ibuprofen (extra doses) and that helped her get four hours, but the final three were more of her mind racing and her shins aching. Of course, there were the thoughts of Sean and flashbacks to him naked stepping out of the shower.
Tori was incredibly horny in the morning and had tried to initiate with Paul again, but he was up and off for a jog very early, and then the work of organizing the girl's day intervened. So, after she had the house to herself again, Tori sat down with a cup of coffee in the living room and began thumbing through her phone with some time to kill.
She started on Facebook, saw a post from a militia-crazed cousin and closed the app quickly. She then tried Instagram, but only made it a few posts in before realizing that she had no interest in what people ate for dinner last night. Her mind drifted back to the dick pics and video from the check-out guy. She shamefully had not deleted the files, but she did block his number. On impulse, she touched the pics icon then scrolled down to the highly recognizable photos and video. She opened the first photo from him and recalled that she had purchased a few Red Bulls recently to get through a long day.
