This is the second in the story line of "A Fantasy" where, after several years of marriage, our male lead's fantasies begin to come true. He wished that his wife would take a more dominant role in their lovemaking. Little does he know where that unspoken fantasy will take him.
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As more of the morning haze is cleared from my head, I feel the intensity and forcefulness of your stroking my cock increase. You have moved from stroking and fondling to pulling, squeezing, and twisting.
"Your performance was pitiful last night," you say more directed to my cock than towards me. "I am tired of you failing to give me what I need." I see that determination return to your face as you look at me.
"You should be ashamed," you hiss at me yanking my cock even harder than before. "When did your fuse get so short?"
I don't dare answer as I know you do not want me to answer. I lay back and take your verbal assault; my expression changing from pleasure to embarrassment.
"They must be right; if you want something done right you must to do it yourself." You get up from the bed, somewhat dismissively tossing my manhood aside and go to your nightstand. I see you get what looks like a large dildo. You sit back down on the bed and my view of what you have is mostly blocked. "Ahh, yesss," you sigh as you push your toy into your needing pussy. You lean back a bit and I can see that you have a long two-headed dong in your hands. "That is what I am supposed to feel."
I did not know that you had this toy, I wonder how long you have had this and what you have done with it before. Inside I am crushed. I watch you move that thick monster in and out of your sex, your pussy answering each of your thrusts with a squishy approval, and pleasure returning to your face. From what I can tell you have either forgotten that I am lying next to you -- or worse, you don't care. I start to curse my pathetic cock. I have never been considered small, but due to age and life I guess my stamina has dropped off too much to please you.
Your increased moans of pleasure snap me out of my pity party. "This. Feels. So. Good," you say punctuating each word with another thrust into you; feeding your shaved pussy with that monster dong. Your pussy lips are stretching to take more and more of that fake cock in. Inside I hope that you are talking to me as that means I am not totally meaningless in your pleasure.
I reach between your legs to try to be a part of the amazingly hot and sexy scene playing out in my bed. I stroke your inner thigh feeling the nylon and work my way up to your sex. Your big dildo continues to work in and out of your pussy. I can tell you are soaking wet from the squishing sounds it makes each time it moves in you. I try to make contact with your clit, but your other hand is already there, rubbing and playing with your most sensitive spot.