Rosie wasn't quite herself. For a few weeks now she'd been moping around the house. She felt like there was something missing.
Steve was working from home, he told Rosie that his part of the project was over, which it was, but he just couldn't concentrate at work. After witnessing Rosie cheating without his consent last month, he still didn't know what to do about it. He was naturally laid back, which annoyed Rosie sometimes, but he'd gone through so many emotions in the past month that he'd told himself he'd just have to accept it. His anger and jealousy had subsided.
They'd both had sex with other people during their marriage, but both of them had been in the room and both of them had participated. He supposed that others would have called them Swingers, but it happened so rarely and only ever with the same couple. His daughter Beatrice was the result of their first fling.
Steve thought he knew what the problem was. She was pining for another big cock. Steve's wasn't small, and she came several times when he made love to her, two or three times during foreplay and twice when he fucked her, but she wanted it harder and harder each time, wanting to be filled completely.
He reached into his desk drawer and took out a memory stick. He'd thought about copying the contents onto his hard drive but, after removing the video he'd shot of Rosie and Bobby from the camera's memory card, he thought it safer to keep it on a removable drive, just in case Rosie saw it on his computer. He opened the file and his lounge filled the screen. In the middle, on the couch, his wife was astride her lover, sliding herself down an erect penis that looked like it should have been attached to a donkey. He watched as her face contorted as the massive tool invaded her, panting as it stretched her pussy, mouth open as she hit bottom and throwing her head back as she came.
After watching the video through, he rewound it, pausing at the point where she was bent over to receive Bobby's cock from behind. He mentally made a note of her lover's size and, closing the video, found a website and ordered a dildo off the internet. It was larger than her vibrator and, from what he'd seen on screen, about the same size as Bobby's wife fucking cock. It was delivered the next day while she was out shopping again, so, unwrapping it and feeling its weight, he tied a ribbon into a bow and placed it on her pillow.
She returned twenty minutes later, Steve thought she looked sad and went over to give her a hug, she returned it and sighed. "Retail therapy not working babe?" He asked jovially, "I'm just not in the mood for it." she said, "It's been one of those times where nothing seems to suit me and none of the shoes fit." Steve was unsure if that was a Freudian slip.
"Go upstairs and I'll give you a back rub." he said, "I might even rub your feet too!" She smiled at him, a genuinely sunny smile, he thought of those adulterous lips wrapped around her lover's penis.As she reached the bed she called out quizzically, "Steve? What's this?" He walked into the bedroom behind her.
"I've been doing a little retail therapy of my own!" He replied, "You like?"
"I'm not sure?" she said, "It's huge!" She thought of Bobby, her pussy was wet. Steve moved close behind her, lifted the back of her skirt and felt her crotch with his finger. Letting him rub her lips for a few seconds through the lacy material, Rosie turned to Steve and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, Steve's fingers pulled her panties aside and parted her labia, stroking her clit. One hand on her bottom, two fingers pressed against her g-spot, her arms around his neck, she came as Steve lifted her onto the bed.
He pushed her skirt up, she raised her hips so he could pull off her soaked panties as he lowered his tongue to her eagerly waiting pussy. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her shaved pussy, to the top, flicking her clitoris and pushing his tongue into her folds, where three of his fingers were exciting her, with his little finger extended to tease her starfish. She came as he pressed his tongue to her clit, squirting around his fingers and dripping off his chin.
She reached across to her new toy, tearing off the ribbon. Steve went to her bedside drawer and took out the tube of KY but Rosie had already tried to start without him. Legs spread wide, holding her lips open with one hand and forcing in the hard rubber with her other, Rosie was hungry with lust, unable to wait for the lube. Steve squeezed a line of jelly up its length, stroked it down the shaft and softly around its head, coating her lips, she released it and, with Steve's help, they fed it slowly into her. Lying next to her on the bed, Steve sucked on Rosie's hard nipples as he took control of the dildo and fucked her. She came, screaming for Steve to fuck her harder, her hips raised and legs taught as he rammed it into her.
She turned over onto her front and raised her arse, dildo still sticking out of her as she begged for more, pleading for Steve to fuck her harder. Steve had also picked up her slim vibrator and, covering it with lube and switching it on, he pushed it into her anus. She grabbed at the duvet and screaming into it, came hard as the vibrations sent her over the edge.
She was still missing something though. She remembered the feeling of Bobby's cock, pulsing as it filled her, his cum splashing against her cervix as his penis throbbed inside of her, stretching her. The dildo filled her, but it didn't really satisfy her. Steve had removed the dildo, but the vibrator was still in her bum as he mounted her. She could only just feel him, so she faked an orgasm as Steve unloaded into her.
Lay next to her, out of breath, Steve asked "So what do you think of your new friend then?"
"It was fantastic!" She answered, "What made you buy such a big one though? My pussy's still sore!"
"Just thought, with all the hard fucking you wanted me to do to you recently, that you fancied something a little, I don't know... Bigger!" He half lied. She was in deep thought and, as she drifted off to sleep, only one thing was on her mind. She hadn't seen him in over a month, despite numerous visits to the supermarket where they'd met. She couldn't stay as long now though, with Steve at home so much he'd start to wonder why she spent so much time shopping without actually buying anything. She wasn't far wrong!
For three weeks after her affair, Steve had borrowed the company pool car on occasions, saying he had to pick something up or visit a customer. He would drive past his house and, if their car was on the drive, he'd park up the road and watch the comings and goings of the street. More often than not, nothing would happen, Rosie would sometimes come out and tidy the front garden or take rubbish to the bin, but that was it. Other times she would drive to the supermarket, Steve following discreetly behind, and she'd wander around the vast shop aimlessly. Satisfied that this must have been a one-time fling and her lover had disappeared, Steve had let it lie and got on with things.
Rosie couldn't get Bobby out of her head though, or, more specifically, Bobby's cock.
She awoke, horny! Steve couldn't perform in the mornings and he'd be getting up for work soon, so she reached into her bedside drawer for her vibrator. The first thing she touched though was the new dildo. She picked it up, running a finger up its length as she imagined it throbbing in her hand. Her pussy yearned for it to be real, to be attached to an actual, warm, thrusting, sweating, grunting man, desperate to fill her womb with his seed. She came as her fingers massaged her clit, holding her breath and moaning quietly as her husband slept.
Steve was out of bed. He had to go in to the office this morning and was out of the house by 7:30 to catch his train. Rosie was up with him to make breakfast and was in the shower after he left. Drying off, she knew what she had to do.
