(This is a continuation of the story, Revisionist History, but it can be read as a stand alone story.)
Jimmy Madison had chosen a window seat for his return flight to Baltimore. With his carry-on safely stored in an overhead bin and his seatbelt fastened, Jim had pulled his iPhone from his pocket to switch to airplane mode when the text from his wife Hailey arrived. He touched the name Hailey Scott that appeared on the screen and laughed to himself because, after six months of marriage, he still hadn't changed her contact information to reflect the fact that she had said yes to his proposal, and agreed to take his name.
"Don't you wish this was you? I do! Can't wait! See you soon!" The message was written beneath a single frame from the attached video. The image was a close-up of a plump, shaved pussy stretched around a huge black cock, the prominent veins on its shaft having collected the pasty, white secretions drawn from the noticeably excited orifice. Jim touched the little blue arrow next to the image and rotated his phone ninety degrees to create the maximum viewing format. Then he touched the white triangle in the middle of the screen.
The image was jerky, but clear, and as the camera pulled back some, it revealed a dainty manicured hand gripping a large, chocolate-colored dildo. The hand slid the phallus deep into the quivering vagina and withdrew it repeatedly with increasing speed until with one savage thrust it was firmly seated in the clenching hole as far as it would go. Squeals and moans of pleasure escaped the device before Jim could press the volume button that turned down the sound. He looked around nervously wondering if anyone had been eavesdropping on his pornographic message, but the plane was almost empty, and those that were there were busy stowing luggage and getting situated.
The hand that had stuffed the latex fuck toy into the visibly aroused vagina now desperately gripped the inner thigh as the molded balls of the realistic penis, complete with suction cupped end, were left hanging out and bobbing up and down rhythmically with the contractions of her orgasm. The sobs of satisfaction Jim now struggled to hear, having turned the volume down so low. He watched as the hand again grasped the goo covered dildo and slowly withdrew it. The camera followed it as the hand's owner brought it to her mouth, licked teasingly at the slime and ooze that coated it, then, with a slow but deliberate motion, deep-throated it, and withdrew a completely clean and glistening dildo. The image froze as the owner of the hand, his wife Hailey, was planting a wet sloppy kiss on the head of the dildo. He touched another arrow icon with his thumb that returned the screen to the original text message.
Jim took in the view offered by the window as his mind wandered back to just last night when he had listened to some guy he'd just met describe a fuck session with a couple of sluts. The fact that the man had attended the same university that he and Hailey had attended, and the fact that the description of fucking one of the sluts was very much like his own experience when fucking his wife, had Jimmy thinking that maybe his wife had been a total slut in college. He swiped his thumb back over the screen and brought up the last frozen image. His cock hardened in his trousers.
Hailey Madison busied herself preparing for her husband's arrival home. She had bathed, shaved and oiled up her amazing body hoping to entice her husband to fuck her for the remainder of the day. Her large, bra-less breasts wobbled freely under her loose, pink tank-top as she bent to put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher. A tiny pair of g-string panties that barely hid her plump pussy from view, and a pair of black fuck-me-pumps were the only things she wore that day. She practiced striking provocative poses as she moved about the kitchen reacquainting herself with the skills necessary for walking gracefully in three inch heels.
"I should leave town more often," said Jim as he dropped his bag and closed the back door behind him.
He leaned back against the counter and marveled at the vision before him. Hailey stood on one foot, stretching to put a glass in the cabinet. Her smooth, shapely legs were toned and glistening, while the string that was her underwear caused the soft flesh to bulge slightly against its tightness. From his vantage point, all but the nipples and areolae of her E-cup breasts were visible under her billowing, pink tank top. She turned and mockingly assumed the same pose as her husband; arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles, butt pressed against the counter. But when Hailey crossed her arms, it tightened the material covering her breasts and accentuated her hardening nipples.
"I wish you wouldn't," she sighed, lowering her hands and pulling her panties to the side. "I'm tired of fucking myself with that dildo."
Hailey dragged a finger upward through her moistening furrow and brought it to her lips. She sucked the moisture from the digit and pouted at her husband.
"How did you get to be so damn sexy?" asked Jim, shaking his head as if confused.
"You made me this way," responded Hailey calmly.
"I made you this way?" questioned Jim, now intrigued. "How did I make you sexy?"
"Remember my freshman year? Remember teasing me mercilessly? I couldn't figure out why you hadn't tried to fuck me yet. Remember when I started dressing like a slut, trying to entice you to fuck me? Well, it worked," she explained smiling. "But I didn't expect you to have such a huge cock."
Jim smiled and repositioned the hardened muscle in his pants. When hard, Jim's manhood grew to an impressive nine inches; when flaccid, it gave no indication that it could ever grow to such massive proportions. Hailey especially enjoyed its girth and the way it made her feel completely filled when he was balls deep.
"If you're tired of your dildo after only three days, what the hell did you do when I left for grad school after your freshman year?" asked Jim with a curious smirk. Hailey smirked as well.
"You don't want to know," she said, smiling coyly.
"My cock seems to think otherwise," said Jim, gripping his hardened member through his pants for emphasis.
"Apparently," giggled Hailey noticing a wet spot forming where the head of his cock poked at the material covering it.
"Go ahead, I want to hear all about it," said Jim, smiling back at her.
"Pervert," quipped Hailey.
"I am what I am," reasoned Jim.
The couple stood and stared at each other smiling for a good fifteen seconds. Finally, Hailey broke the silence.
"Pull your cock out," ordered Hailey.
Jim obediently unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He pulled the waist band of his underwear down and hooked them under his tightened scrotum. His cock bowed upward, rigid and vein covered. With two fingers and his thumb, Jim gripped his penis at the base and waggled it up and down.
"Stroke it for me," she commanded.
Jim slid his hand up and down his rigid penis, slathering the pre-cum that oozed from the tip along the entire shaft. He stroked it up and down slowly as he eyed his wife.
"If it grows soft, I stop talking," she threatened.
"Deal," answered Jim continuing to stroke his hardened appendage.
"Ok, you asked for it," said Hailey twisting her nipples roughly through her shirt until her swollen areolae were visible beneath the material.
"So, I bought a big fucking dildo to fill me up like your cock used to, but it just wasn't the same. I was in love with the way your cock throbbed inside of me, especially when you came, and a dildo just can't do that. I decided I was going to have to find a real cock."
"Where did you look?"
"The basketball team," she answered quickly.
Jim's cock throbbed in his fist and grew even harder, the veins now even more prominent along the shaft.
"I figured the odds of finding a big one were better if I found a black guy," explained Hailey.
