I gave Zoey the night to herself and slept on the couch.
Early next morning, I woke up to find myself feeling a sense of regret and shame. I made a fresh cup of coffee for Zoey and entered our bedroom to find her asleep under the duvet.
I uncovered the duvet to find her body still bare, just as she was when she made made her confessions to me. The gleam of her body tickled the scars left on my synapses from the shock of last night. It was as if my subconscious remembered it like a trauma - my heart raced and my faced flushed.
Only, the bodily reaction also ignited an inferno of lust for Zoey. Not just for her flesh, but for dominion of her mind and soul.
So without even thinking about wether she might want it, I started to stroke and kiss from her hips up to her waist.
In the midst of this, she was woken up - clearly startled. She squinted her drowsy eyes to look into mine, then quickly turned away to bury her face in the pillow.
"I made you some coffee" I said as I continued my exploration into her body.
i'm sure she heard, but she still had her head buried.
"I was worried you might hate me now" she spoke, muffled by the pillow.
"Why would I hate you?" I replied.
"Because I'm weird"
Zoey still had her head buried, and I stopped to listen.
"I'm a freak. A pervert. I don't know how any man would want a wife like me"
I gently turned her over to expose her face. She was embarassed, and tried to hide her face again.
"All I was thinking about last night... was about how beautiful you looked"
Zoey seemed to like that. She stopped trying to resist my attempts to see her face.
"And everything you said to me last night, it really turned me on" I said.
Now, Zoey pulled a puzzled look.
"But... why?" She asked.
I laid now next to her, cuddling her from the back. I had a massive hardon that she must've felt on her ass. It was an easy way to show her I was being sincere.
"Because... you were turned on. It turns me on when you're turned on. And you were honest with me, honest with yourself about what turns you on. That honesty? That's sexy as hell" I said passionately.
Zoey seemed to listen very eagerly, and seemed locked inside her thoughts for a few minutes when I answered that question.
"Then," Zoey spoke hesistantly.
"Then I, I need you to see this"
Zoey got up from the bed to dig around in the wardrobe. I was busy admiring her body as she jiggled around our bedroom, wondering when she'd be ready to take care of my raging hardon.
But that distraction was suddenly interrupted by Zoey, who brought out a dildo the size of her forearm. It looked realistic - shape, veins, balls and all.
I'm not a prude - I wasn't shocked that my wife masturbated. I was more taken aback by the size of it, and the fact that it appeared to be black.
"Last night, after... you know. I used this" Zoey explained.
"I was... really turned on. More than I've been for a long time"
"I use this sometimes. I've had it since before we got married"
"This is me being honest. Are you sure you can still love me as your wife, knowing I have this?"
I had so many questions, I couldn't think of what to ask first - so I froze for a short while.
"Does it all fit?" I finally asked.
Zoey just nodded her head.
Seeing this now, I felt a sense of insecurity and betrayal. If this is what she's been using, has she been feeling my cock at all?
Shaken, my questions took on a sharper tone.
"Do you like using this more than you like having sex with me?"
Zoey didn't answer, and I kept prodding.
"What are you imagining when you use this?"
Still no answer.
"Is my cock not big enough for you?"
No answer
"Why is it black of all colors? Is it that you want to get with a black man?"
I could see at this point that Zoey was feeling pushed up against a wall, so I reeled back.
"Sorry, I... of course. Of course I still love you. Surprised, but I still love that you have these sexual desires" I said.
Zoey came back out of her shell a bit.
"No, I'm sorry. I just don't think I can answer these questions yet, but this is all new and unexpected. I promise, I'll work on it and open it all up to you. Soon" Zoey declared.
I hugged my wife to once again affirm my love and support for her. We were both feeling the love, but one of the more intrusive questions that came into my mind after seeing that dildo snuck out of my mouth as I held on to her.
"Can I see you use it?"
Zoey pulled back in surprise and looked me in the eyes.
"You seriously want to see me use it?" Zoey once again looked puzzled.
"Zoey, you're always beautiful. But when you're orgasming, it's like you've become a goddess. There's literally nothing more beautiful, nothing I'd rather see in the world. So if that thing gives you pleasure, I'd be honored if you let me observe you enjoying it" I said excitedly.
Zoey immediately put on a shy smile. She was questioning whether or not she's allowed to do this, but she definitely wanted to.
She slowly pulled the dildo out and used the suction cup to mount it to the floor. She sat down behind it on her knees and seemed to check for my reaction.
The dildo looked ridiculous stood in front of Zoey's lower belly. Zoey's a relatively petite girl - that dildo was reaching past her belly button. I began to question how it could all fit.
Zoey looked geared up, but I was worried.
"Do you need some lube?" I asked.
Zoey simpy gave me a mischievous smirk and shook her head before rising up to start shoving the dildo into her pussy.
I could see now why she didn't need any lube. Her juices were already flowing down the dildo, paving her way down the shaft.
"Nnn!" Zoey seemed to be feeling it. She was already more worked up than she usually gets with me, but by the time she reach the end she let out a deep sigh like she had just entered a hot bath.
Zoey looked comfortable as she had gobbled up that monstronsity with her downstairs mouth. Whereas I knew of Zoey as a sheepish prey, her pussy appeared to be a hungry predator.
Zoey now thrusted her hips in a pendulum angle, grinding very deep onto the dildo whilst posturing her female form like a mating ritual.
Zoey's protuding hips looked accentuated by this dance she was doing atop the dildo, as if she was flaunting her child-bearing capabilities to the man she was imagining the dildo to be.
Was she imagining me? As I wondered this, Zoey's eyes locked onto mine and clenched on like the claws of an eagle.
She was biting her lips and seductively squinting to deliver a message to me. She was either taunting my inferior cock or saying she was putting on a show for me. I couldn't look away, and before I could figure out which message she was sending me, Zoey started to holler with mounting intensity and now shook at her hips to get only the deepest penetration.
I felt an urge to hold her in that moment and Zoey appeared to be feeling the same. We held each other as Zoey blew her orgasmic screams into my ear and jumped up like a rocket to squirt all over the dildo.
We kissed passionately to celebrate our love and the fact that we got to share this moment. During the kiss, I thought about how she's once again broken the record for how beautiful she looked in that moment.
This was the momentous event where my fate, and the fate of our marriage was sealed. I realized then and there, that there was nothing I wanted to see more than my wife being fucked to heaven and back by another man.
Zoey and I were completely spent.
Nonetheless, the thrill kept us awake and excited to keep talking to each other through the night.
We were not only honest with each other, but also more honest with ourselves than we ever had been.
Zoey told me the full story of the man who took her virginity - Oscar.
Oscar was a manager in the café Zoey worked in part-time. Zoey was new to town, having only just moved for her studies.
Oscar was friendly to her and she took a liking to him as a friend, often seeing him outside of work until one of Zoey's teammates warned her that Oscar has slept with/has tried to sleep with every single woman that came to work there.
Unfortunately for Zoey, the teammate's advice came just a day late. This was her first shift after losing her virginity to Oscar.
The first time, Zoey admits, happened simply because Zoey didn't say no. Oscar was not a compassionate person and had a sadistic kink. Zoey notes that it was all a terrible first time experience.
And yet, all it took was a single text for her to go back to his apartment where she faced the wrath of his sadistic self-indulgence. Zoey reflected on the situation as a desperate attempt at seeking approval.
This much, I more or less knew before.
What I didn't know, was that she was so obedient to his every need that Oscar came to use her as a sort of sex toy.
There was never any foreplay, and he demanded such brutal blowjobs that she always came back with her mouth and throat feeling bruised.
With such degradation, it wasn't long until Oscan even pushed past Zoey's basic level of human decency.
The two had sex at work in the office, the bathroom, and even outside behind the café building.
