"You're a good husband," she said.
"Why don't you go take a bath?" he added.
Beth sighed and rolled her eyes. "Why not?" She left the room, heading upstairs. Asking her to take a bath meant he was interested in sex. He liked her clean and smelling nice. Plus, the bath allowed her to shave her legs. She walked to the bathroom and ran her bath water.
Beth left the bath, stripping off her clothes. Sighing as her breasts sprang free of the bra. She smiled as stripped enjoying losing the constricting clothes. She was bent over sliding her shorts down when she noticed the gift box on her bed. It was long and white, like a wine bottle and it had a red bow on it. How sweet, she thought, David had bought her a gift. Her smile fell when she realized it was probably some slutty piece of lingerie he wanted her to wear tonight.
Beth sighed again and lifted the top off. There was something long and dark wrapped up in white paper. There was also a card on top. Confused over what it might be, she reached into the paper grabbing the hard-plastic cylinder while picking up the card with her other hand.
For scratching that itch, your husband will never reach.
-T
Beth stared in disgust at the black dildo in her other hand. Like she'd ever use a sex toy! The black cock shaped dildo was incredibly lifelike and could have been modeled after Titus' huge cock except it was only a foot long. What kind of woman used something like this? Women who'd experienced a man like Titus but were married to a man like David, that's who, her brain responded.
Beneath the dildo, there was an instruction sheet from the BBC LOVER'S BOUTIQUE here in Miami. She scanned the sheet. Use lubrication if needed. Spread legs. Insert in vagina repeatedly. Fantasize you're being mounted by a black stud. Warning: The BBC LIFELIKE DILDO is no replacement for the real thing. Let us help put you in contact with a real black bull for total sexual satisfaction.
Beth jumped when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She shoved the box and dildo under the bed scrambling for the bath. She made it just as David walked into the bedroom. She slipped into the bath just as the door opened. He had an inane question for her which was basically just an excuse to stare at her in the bathtub. He appeared dumbfounded that his wife was letting him watch her take a bath. She teased him, washing her breasts while he removed his tie. By the time she was sliding her razor over her lathered leg, He was down to his boxer shorts and they were tented out. She giggled when his little penis suddenly slid out through the slit in his boxers. It looked for all the world like a hot dog was sticking out of his underwear. "Hurry up," he said, gulping, and staring at her body. Beth stood and started drying her body. His penis twitched, and she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd squirted right then and there, but David wasn't the young premature ejaculator he'd been when they married, and he held it together.
David slid over to her side of the bed and started kissing her while playing with her nipples. She'd been horny lately and wanted sex, so she became aroused quickly. Her husband could arouse her, but he couldn't satisfy her. He mounted her and grunted eight minutes later. He collapsed on her, his penis withering inside her just as her pussy muscles pushed the spent prick out of her along with almost all his semen. David groaned in pleasure and rolled off her while Beth reached over to the nightstand for a tissue. She'd spent the eight minutes wishing he was just an inch or two longer, an inch or two thicker. Wishing he could reach as deep as the dildo under the bed.
David was asleep minutes later while Beth laid on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her body was craving Titus again. It had been four days since Titus had set her up for a photo shoot with the Cuban photographer. She'd started craving some big black cock the very next day. A day after that, her pussy was still craving some black cock while she was also getting hungry to taste his seed. A day later, she wanted to get her ass fucked again. Worse, last night, her brain had started wandering to Esteban's large cock. It was no Titan, but it was satisfyingly large, and she was certain it was ready and willing to fuck her again. She squirmed under her sheets, subtly raising her hips into the thrusts of a hung imaginary lover.
She managed to fall asleep briefly and awoke to Titus' motorcycle pulling up outside in the early morning. It was well after his shift had ended, meaning he'd hooked up with one of his sluts. No telling what he'd done to her or how many times, but it still wasn't enough for the fecund black man. Moments after arriving home, he had a porn playing and she could hear him masturbating. Knowing his thirteen-inch monster cock was hard and ready a room away did nothing to alleviate her arousal.
Beth slipped out of bed and grabbed her tablet off the nightstand. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. There were four new videos since the last one with Beth and Titus. She'd been so mad at him, she'd refused to check his online folder. One video was Ashley. She was crying and looked upset, but when he pulled out his cock and ordered her to suck it, she was down on her knees blowing him. "I'll miss this," she told him looking up into his camera. One last pearl of cum appeared on the tip of his dick. She kissed it, looking up at him submissively. The next was a wild looking tattooed woman with a purple mohawk, multiple piercings, grinding her pussy hard into his cock while sitting in his lap. She turned and looked at the camera lens, sticking a pierced tongue out at the camera. The last was his co-bartender and the bikini-wearing beer girl, sharing his cock, and eating each other out in a bedroom somewhere. Beth only fully watched the later, finding herself drawn to the attractive women as much as seeing them both serviced by Titus. It was the beer girl's first time in a threesome or with another woman. The more experienced bartender helped instruct her and by the end of the hour-long clip, the younger girl was very much into it.
Beth masturbated a little to the video but was unable to get herself off. She was still horny when she went to bed. Despite her frustrated state of arousal, she fell asleep dreaming she was laying nude in a giant bed alongside Ashley, Helen, the bartender, the beer girl, and surprisingly her man-hating college professor. The women were all nude, kissing, and caressing each other's bodies while two Tituses were climbing onto either side of the bed, cocks already erect to satisfy them. The dream faded before any actual sex got started when she awoke to her husband shaking her shoulder.
"I'm off. Not sure when I'll be back, three days minimum and maybe as much as a week if I have to drive all the way to Atlanta."
"Be safe," she responded, arching her neck and puckering. David bent down and kissed her goodbye.
"Get some more sleep. You look tired," he told her before leaving.
Beth did just that. The dream didn't come back. When she awoke, she glanced at her alarm. Beth jumped in fear, pushing herself back away from the nightstand and what was on it. The dildo was standing up beside her clock. Her mind was only confused for a moment. Titus had to have done it as a joke. Indeed, the note was leaning against the base. Her lip curled up in a brief smile. It was a little funny, but the smile faded turning into a sneer when she thought of Titus and the fact that he'd snuck into her room while she slept. She looked past the dildo at the time. "Shit!" she grunted. She was already late for her shift at the diner. She hadn't set the alarm as her shift didn't even start until 11:00 am. She never slept this late. She grabbed the dildo and hid it under her pillow in case David forgot something and came back.
Beth slid out of bed, walking to her window, looking down at the driveway. Titus' motorcycle was gone, so she was alone and safe. She took a quick shower, moving as fast as she could before dressing in the hated uniform. Beth tugged at the collar, pulling it away from her throat. The uniform was feeling more constricting every time she put it on. She felt a little relieved when she undid a couple more buttons than usual revealing some of her impressive cleavage. She briefly considered throwing on a white tank top under her uniform to cover her breasts, but there wasn't enough time.
Manager Bob was mad. "You're late," he told her stating the obvious.
"Sorry Bob, I overslept."
He snorted. "Well, get in there and go do some prep work in the kitchen."
Beth moved through the restaurant. It wasn't even busy, and the other waitresses were handling it easily and probably even happy not to have shared their meager tips. Beth didn't mind the prep work. It was mostly putting salads together, but over the couple of years that she'd worked here, she'd made about everything. The diner had basically taught her how to cook. Something she'd never been interested in as professor Dykstra considered cooking and cleaning domestic servitude. Manager Bob eventually let her take some tables after he felt she'd been suitably punished in the kitchen.
The diner never picked up much that day. Beth counted her tips on her break. Twenty-six dollars and some change weren't much, but her average per table was up. Probably due to her additional exposed cleavage, she thought, looking down at her chest. She decided to experiment a little and undid another button. Her cleavage now bordered on scandalous. She wondered if manager Bob would say anything to her and if her average per table would go up even more. After eating one of the salads she prepared, she took out her phone and went to Titus' online shared folder. She went back to the beginning, watching the clip of her jerking off Titus while being timed. Watching it was a mistake as her pussy was dripping when she returned to work. Dinner was a bust probably because there were severe thunderstorms approaching and regular customers were staying home. The skies to the East were already darkening, blocking out the setting sun.
Her first table was two older women, sisters and regulars who came in for the early bird special. They tipped like it was still 1965 in their minds. She had two more tables during the entire dinner hour. One was a married couple in their forties. The husband's eyes went straight to her cleavage and he was embarrassed when his wife caught him looking. After that, he looked away from her each time she was at their table, but Beth caught him staring whenever his wife wasn't paying attention. He tipped her thirty percent.
