My wife, Liz, lay naked before me on the bed, arms curled above her head and legs splayed wide, her shaved, wet pussy exposed. My head dipped between her thighs, my tongue working it's way up the wet folds of exposed skin, diving towards her engorged clit. She moaned, her long, wavy brown hair falling across her flushed cheek as she turned to bite the pillow that cushioned her head. My fingers tested and teased the flesh surrounding the opening of her vagina and anus as I slid the cold tip of a glass dildo across her thigh. She moaned encouragingly, but I hesitated. We had done this many times before -- Liz loved to be fucked with a dildo while I performed oral sex -- but this was a little different. A little intimidating, frankly.
My wife has always had a voracious sexual appetite. We started dating when she was only twenty-two, yet when things became serious and we had "the talk" about our sexual histories, she revealed that in her short life she had already fucked over forty men and lost count as to the number of blow jobs she'd bestowed. To say that I was shocked to learn that the skill with which she sucked my own cock, an activity Liz reveled in, was not merely instinct, but honed through many years of practice, would be an understatement. Her sexual history put my own to shame, but I was too young and too horny to let my jealousy interfere with what was the best sex of my life. Even though we became a monogamous couple and eventually wed, she is still to this day relentlessly flirtatious in public and sexually insatiable in the bedroom. We have coupled in every position utilizing a wide variety of private and public locales, role-played countless scenarios, and experimented with a broad spectrum of toys and outfits. Liz is brazen and direct when it comes to our sex life, completely unashamed of her fantasies and desires.
So, when she had expressed interest in a new dildo -- curious how a glass toy might feel sliding between her legs -- I ordered one online as a surprise gift. It was this dildo that now rested between her thighs, that she eagerly desired to fill her. What I hadn't realized when I ordered the toy -- and did not discover until after Liz unwrapped it -- was just how large it was. My ego had come to terms with the eight-inch plastic dildo she often used, its size dwarfing that of my own six-inch penis. I intellectualized her desire to be filled with big, throbbing cocks as being akin to my own desire to fuck young, tight cunts. It's just in our nature as man and woman. But this? The glass dildo was a massive ten-inches long and over two-and-a-half-inches in diameter. The lusty gaze that crossed my wife's face as she freed the glass monster from its shipping box had left my mouth dry and my guts twisted in knots.
"Oh my god, Matt! It's huge!" She leaned back on the sofa and winked at me. "And marvelous." She absentmindedly licked her broad, pink lips as she ran her fingers down the length of its mighty shaft. At twenty-nine, Liz was just as stunning as she'd been the day I met her. Her natural 34c cup breasts still managed to defy the laws of gravity and, except for her exquisite round ass, her small, tanned frame remained lean and toned. After giving the toy a thorough examination, she leaned back and playfully positioned the dildo between her breasts, the tops of which were peaking out of a scoop-necked sweater.
"Yeah? You want to see your little wife fucked by a massive cock, Matt?" It dawned on me then that she thought I'd intentionally picked this toy for its size. And why wouldn't she? One could not look at the dildo and fail to notice how obscenely large it was. My desires seemingly obvious, there was no need for Liz to disguise her wanton lust for this glass beast. After all, she thought it was my own fantasy to see her pussy stretched around its enormous shaft! Liz slid the dildo lower, so that it rested on her belly, its length extending from the intersection of her thighs to the bottom of her rib cage. She bit her lip in mock concern as she measure the length of the toy against her body, using its position over her womb to illustrate how far inside of her the toy would go were it to be completely inserted. My stomach flipped as I was consumed with feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. I was speechless as she blatantly teased me with the extraordinary size of her new friend.
"Mmm. It's been a long time since I've had a cock this big inside me." She said as she grinned and look me in the eyes, her hands still stroking the length of the dildo's shaft. My stomach dropped. Liz had never before revealed that she'd ever been taken by a cock this massive. "Too long. If I'd known that my husband wanted to see his little wife's pussy stretched around the shaft of a giant cock, I would have bought something like this years ago. Or maybe made you post an ad for me on Craigslist for a young, hung stud." My mind was racing. As I imagine most couples do, we've fantasized many times about inviting a third into our bed, but cock size had never before been mentioned as one of my wife's turn-ons. Had she always had a preference for large cocks? Had she ever really been satisfied by my cock or had her moans and gasps been nothing but lies?
Liz leaned forward, her hand reaching out to cup my groin through my jeans, revealing to me yet one more startling revelation: my cock was rock hard. As feelings of embarrassment, inadequacy and jealousy washed over me, I had somehow become more aroused than anytime in recent memory. My wife seemed a little shocked about the profound effect her tease was having on me as well, but she didn't miss a beat. In that moment, I think we could both feel that something was shifting -- perhaps irrevocably -- heretofore unknown and unexplored territory of our sexual relationship slowly being navigated and mapped.
"Oh my. I thought my teasing might just make you a little jealous and, you know, end in you fucking me silly like some wild, hyper-possessive caveman, but you're really into this, aren't you?" Liz cocked her head to the side. "I knew this must be doing something for you or you wouldn't have given me this... this amazing toy. But your cock -- you haven't responded to my teasing like this in quite some time."
For once in my life, I really didn't know how to respond. I knew that I had a slightly submissive streak -- nothing that prevented me from taking control in the bedroom and doling out the occasional, well received spanking -- but I had never felt such a strong sexual response as I did then to the idea of being humiliated before my wife by stronger, more well endowed lover. The thought of being unable to measure up to the sexual performance of a piece of glass was driving me wild. What was wrong with me? "If it means that I get to feel this inside of me, I guess I shouldn't complain. Come on, let's go try this thing out."
