My wife, Helen, is the sweetest, most caring, most beautiful wife in the world. I truly am blessed to have her. Our lives together are wonderful. We both have great jobs, a beautiful house, and our love for each other grows stronger each and every day.
But my god, is she ever a nympho. And me being married to makes me a nympho too. She's horny practically 24/7, and because of her, so am I. Before I met Helen, I was just your ordinary guy. But after dating and eventually marrying her, her voracious appetite for sex conditioned me into a peak performer when it comes to sex. I can get it up quicker, harder, and longer than just about anybody, all because I love her and want to make her happy. I'm usually a pretty modest guy, but I believe Helen and I have the best sex life in the entire world. Don't believe me? This is last Wednesday:
"GlobalDyne Consolidated, this is James-" that's me "-speaking, how may I-"
"Aaahh..." It's Helen. She sounds on edge. I hear something vibrating in the distance.
"Helen?"
"I just wrapped up with a client and I'm waiting on my next one." Helen is a lawyer, and a damn fine one. "They're supposed to be here in 5 minutes."
I pause, and wait for her to continue, because I already know where this is going.
"I pulled out my vibrator, James. It's in my pussy, James. I'm thinking about you and masturbating while waiting for a client. I'm so fucking horny, baby."
"Helen, they'll be there any minute now. I don't think it's-"
"What if he comes in while I'm still masturbating? I'm leaning back in my chair, honey. My legs are spread across the desk, and I've got this huge vibrator shoved in my pussy, just thinking about you."
Shit. Her dirty talk is making me hard. "That's sweet that you're thinking of me, Helen, but-"
"You make me so horny, James. All the time."
I can't stop her. Why do I even try? I change my strategy.
"I do, huh? How horny do I make you?" I whip my own cock out and start masturbating. Helen has already made me rock hard.
"God, so fucking horny. All the fucking time, lover. Aahhhh, yesssss."
"What if someone sees you masturbating in your office while talking to your husband on the phone, Helen?"
"Ohhhh fuuuuuck, I'd probably be disbarred." She's panting now. So am I.
"Yeah, they'd disbar you, Helen," I reply. "I'm jerking off right now, Helen."
"Oh, fuck. Did I do that to you, babe? Did I make you horny?"
"Shit yes you did. Go on, Helen, stick that vibrator as far in as you can."
"It's in, my god, it's in," she gasps. "All the fucking way. Oh! Oh fuck! So good!"
She's right on the edge. Time to push her over.
"What if your boss walks in?" I ask. "What if he walks in and sees you masturbating shamelessly, your legs spread wide on the desk, like the slut you are. Ohhh, he'd fire you for sure. You'd never be able to get a job again, Helen, because you're such a fucking slut."
"What if YOUR boss walks in?" she counters. She's playing a very fun game. "You'd get fired on the spot too. Ohhhhhh gawwwddddd..."
"We'd both lose our jobs, because we make each other so fucking horny, babe," I say, gasping. I'm about to come. "I'm about to come."
"Fuck, me too honey, let's come togetherrrrr," she moans. "Ahh!"
I grunt and groan as I come with her, her moans of pleasure sending me past the point of no return. No tissues in sight, I blow my load on my desk, thick ropes of hot jizz painting the surface white. A heady, sweet stench reaches my nostrils.
"Fuck, that was great, Helen," I breathe.
"I loved it too, babe," she replies. I hear a click as she turns her vibrator orr. "Oh, fuck, I wish I had put out some paper towels. I squirted all over y desk."
"Me too," I chuckled. "Just put some papers over it, the client won't notice."
"What if he smells my juices?"
"Just tell him it's a new air freshener you're trying out," I reply. All this sex talk is making me horny all over again, but I resolve to wait until I get home to do any more fooling around.
"I'm going to keep my pants off," she says.
"Ooh, daring!" I reply. "Keep the vibrator in your pussy too, turned off. Leave it there until you get home."
"Kinky!" she giggles. "Here I'll be, sitting at my desk, my vibrator-filled pussy exposed, only a few feet from my clients, for hours. If only they knew... I'm gonna be so fucking horny when I get home, babe."
"I'll make sure Sandra gets out of the house so we can be as loud as we want. I wanna hear you howl my name, Helen."
"Ooh, Dan, that's not all I'll...shit, my client's here. See you later, babe. Kisses!"
Helen hangs up on me, leaving me to clean off my desk and continue working.
Later that day, I head home. I always get home before Helen does. I see Sandra, our housekeeper, cooking something in the kitchen. Sandra is petite, with a chocolatey composition, a narrow waist, short, curly black hair, and perky B-cup tits.
"Hey, Sandra. How's the house been?"
"Oh, hey Mr. Edmond. House's been the same as it's ever been."
I sit on the couch and relax while Sandra makes dinner. Her cooking expertise is the main reason Helen and I hired her.
"I've been working on my recipes to pack them with more energy, Mr. Edmond," Sandra says while she slaves over the stove. "I know how you much you and Mrs. Edmond need energy!"
"Sandra, if you could go out to grab a bite, that would be great," I say nonchalantly. "Take your time."
Sandra gets the hint. "All right, I'll see you later Mr. Edmond!"
Sandra walks out the door. You know, she's one cute 22-year old, I'll give her that. I help myself to the soup that Sandra was preparing. While I'm eating, I lay some towels down on our bed, and the couch in the living room. Just as I finish up my dinner, the door opens and my wife walks in.
"Hey, honey," I say, greeting her with a kiss. She opens her mouth and lets my tongue in. I can feel her erect nipples poking through her blouse, pressing into my chest. She wants it. She needs it.
"Sandra just left, so we have the house to ourselves. Did you keep the vibrator in there all day, Helen?"
Helen cracks a seductive smile and pulls her skirt up. I am greeted by her wet thighs, and a clean-shaven pussy with the end of a vibrator sticking out of it.
"Turn that bad boy on," I say. She complies and immediately begins moaning.
"Ohhhh fuck, I needed this," Helen moans. I kiss her neck and begin massaging her breasts through her blouse. My cock is already rock hard.
"Ohhh fuck, I need you," Helen moans as I suck on her neck. I wonder how she'll hide that hickey tomorrow. I lead Helen to the living room. I roughly shove her down onto a couch and whip my cock out. She turns to look up at me, diddling her clit while her vibrator goes at it inside her pussy.
"Oh god, you're so huge," Helen moans. It's true, my penis is a bit on the big side, just over seven inches, and Helen loves it. I start to stroke my cock. "Do you want this?" I ask.
"Oh, gawd, yes," Helen moans. "I need it."
"I can't heeeeaaaar you..." I tease, moving ever closer to Helen, who is sitting on the couch looking at me, going to town on herself.
"Fuck! I want your huge fucking cock inside me!" Helen groans. "I'm a slutty wife who wants your gigantic cock! I want you to fuck me until I can't move! Give me your fucking cock, lover!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
I grab Helen's legs and lift them up. Her pussy comes into range. All I have to do is pull that vibrator out and...naahh. I lift her legs up some more and place the tip of my cock at her asshole.
"Going right to fucking my ass? My, James, you're one horny husband today!" Helen remarks.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, all day, Helen," I truthfully reply. "You ready for my cock in your ass, baby?"