Authors note. Chapter three is a continuation of the previous two chapters, just in case you have just started reading. Things are going to get progressively kinkier in Betty and Elliot's life, with that in mind please read the tags associated with this story. I hope you enjoy the ride.
"...sex addiction is also progressive. It often starts with a relatively harmless behavior such as excessive masturbation while watching porn. Over time, however, it typically leads to other types of sexual activity that may be very risky or blatantly dangerous..."
Satiated for the moment Betty ground her ass into her husband's face then stood up and stepped away from him. She turned and sat down on the foot of the bed, kicked her shoes off then tugged her jeans and panties the rest of the way off.
Elliott watched her from the floor, stretched out on his back his legs spread. His right hand still slowly -- so achingly deliciously slowly stroked his cock -- up... a little twist as his fingers encircle the proud crowning helmet of his cock head... then down again.
"You look sexy that way" Betty said to Elliot, "your face wet from my pussy and jerking off just as I told you." She got up and stood over him again, this time tugging her shirt off and tossing onto the bed. Then her bra -- her medium sized breasts freed, her nipples still hard, the aureole returning from their crinkled state.
"You're staying like that for the rest of the day hon" she continued after tossing her bra on top of her shirt. "We're going to -- edge? Is that the right word?" Elliott nodded and Betty smiled her thanks, continued. "Edge that cock of yours all day long. Momma wants a lot of cum tonight."
Betty cocked her head as if she was thinking of something, grinned and stepped over Elliott again. She reached down and fished her panties out from where she left her jeans, turned back to her husband and tossed them so they landed on his belly. "Use those to stroke your dick with baby."
She watched as her husband took her used panties and wrapped them around his hard cock, and returned to the slow stroking he'd been doing. Grinning Betty walked to her dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a t-shirt. She tugged it on then modeled for Elliott, turning this way then that -- facing away from him and bending over saying "Enjoying the view hon? Is it making that cock of yours harder?"
Elliott had to admit, his cock hadn't been as hard as it was for a very long time. He'd never thought of using his wife's panties in such a way -- it was a dirty thrill, having his up to very recently dried up prude of a wife thinking of it, suggesting it to him made it that way.
He watched as she picked up the bags she'd dropped onto the floor prior to feeding him her deliciously soaking wet pussy. Black plastic with some business name on them... he felt disappointment as Betty started to spill the contents onto the bed. Where he was he couldn't see anything.
Betty saw Elliot staring out of the corner of her eye as she upended the bags and letting the contents fall onto the bed. She bent over and wiggled her butt at him, giggling said "Oh dear, poor hubby. Can't see what pretty things wifey bought. Get on your knees hon and come over here."
Elliott did so eagerly, clambering upright but staying on his knees, then awkwardly moving until he was almost up against the foot of the bed. He'd been careful to maintain his slow even strokes to his cock, and his eyes went wide when he saw the collection scattered on the bedspread.
A group of butt plugs made of different materials and in graduated sizes... tubes of lube... dildos of various lengths and circumferences... a harness... several types of vibes including a magic wand. "Betty..." he gasped. "Wow! I..." he turned his head and looked up into the face of his wife.
She was standing at his side and smiling, looking down at him. "Keep stroking Elliott and let me talk, okay?" He nodded and she reached out, stroked his hair. "You probably guessed I stayed home yesterday and checked into your porn collection, huh?"
"Uh... yeah" Elliott grunted out. He wasn't happy admitting it -- it meant he acknowledged the collection was his. It was stupid to try and hide that fact he'd realized when he'd seen her notes, but habits die hard.
Betty reached out and picked up one of the butt plugs from the bed and started to pull apart the plastic clam shell case it was in. "And to be honest, if I'd seen that smut a couple of months ago -- Elliott there's some really perverted stuff there -- I'd be looking to divorce you."
Elliott only nodded sheepishly. His hand stopped moving, talk about a buzz kill. The fear of being caught out had been in the back of his mind for years -- it had been part of the thrill. He'd always known that. He'd been telling himself it was his way of saying "Fuck you" to his wife... but when he'd think about it, was honest with himself -- he'd have to admit he'd always had porn. Magazines, books as a kid -- as he aged it'd become files on a computer.
"Damn these things..." Betty finally got the packaging containing the butt plug she'd selected open with a loud POP and plucked the black silicone plug out of the plastic. "Very perverted stuff hun -- but to be honest before my interest in sex came back I wouldn't have bothered to look."
She put the plug down onto the bedspread, right in front of her husband. She selected another one, and toyed with the packaging. The sales person -- Danielle - at the store had suggested it. She'd given it her personal guarantee as to how effective it was at stimulating the prostate -- she'd whispered that her lover Diane used it on her all the time. That's when she'd explained that she was a... tee girl? All these new terms to learn Betty mused.
Betty glanced at her hubby, grinned and said "Hey, who said you could stop playing with yourself?" He looked up with surprise, then his hand returned to his cock, resumed its slow stroking. "That's better. Remember dear, and I mean this. You don't do what I want then what I found gets posted onto Facebook." She leaned over and kissed Elliott's cheek, then licked his ear. "So you'd better be a good boy."
Betty opened the package she'd been holding and after removing the plug put it next to the first one on the bed. "Momma wants more fun" she announced. "Up on the bed, hands and knees. I'm taking over stroking that cock -- I guess it belongs to me now, huh?"
Elliott stood up then kneeled onto the bed -- he moved towards the head of it giving his wife room. The position was awkward and uncomfortable so he took a couple of pillows, stacked them under his face then leaned forward, laying his head on top of them. Now he was at his most vulnerable... but it was also more comfortable.
The sight of her husband kneeling, his face down, and his ass up in the air -- legs spread -- sent an electric shock straight to Betty's clit. Her pussy throbbed -- it felt as if a hand were inside of her, squeezing then relaxing her uterus and vagina. Her nipples were hard nubs, aching to be -- damn it had been far too long since any part of her had been touched in a sexual way.
Betty clutched her breast -- it felt good to feel again. To feel lust, to feel enjoyment and pleasure from sexy things, have her heart beat faster, her stomach in butterflies, her tits ache and...
