I looked over at my wife Chloe while we watched TV one night. She is beautiful, and I'm not just saying that because she's my wife. A model like 34 24 34 figure, 34C breasts at that, and standing the same height as myself at 5' 10" tall, she gets a lot of looks and head turns. Her long blonde almost white hair helps to complete the look too.
"Babe, I've had the date back for my hernia operation, it's at the end of next week, late afternoon so it will be an overnight stay too," I told her. She pulled a face, then grinned mischievously.
"Oh babe, what am I going to do without you?" she said, sliding a hand into the front of her shorts and mock gasping.
"I'm sure your dildo will get a good workout anyway," I replied, laughing, " and it's only one night."
I'm still amazed at times that she married me. She's ten years younger than me at twenty-five, we've been married for five years now. I know I'm reasonably good-looking, but not a Brad Pitt or George Clooney. I have some money to my name but I'm not extremely rich. I do play football and visit a gym so my body still looks good. Hell, who am I kidding? She's with me because I have a 10" erection that's thick too, and she can't get enough of it.
I mean that literally. Most nights we have sex four or five times. It's exhausting, and another reason why I go to the gym is to keep fit. She has a very high sex drive and masturbates a lot too. Everywhere. She seems to have no scruples at times, seemingly oblivious to getting caught. In public, she's unstoppable at times. Changing rooms, in the woods when we're out jogging, even in the car on long journeys, sometimes she'll just quickly look around and start wanking for my, and hers, pleasure. On one journey she pulled her favourite 9" lifelike suction dildo from the glove box where she'd stashed it earlier, stuck it to the dashboard and rode it while I tried to concentrate on driving. Quite a few truck drivers got a good view that day. I got the benefit of that thrill the same night.
One time we were at the cinema with not many others in and did get caught. Bored of the film she unzipped me and started sucking me off. I told her a man had stood and walked to the other end of our row to watch better, and she stopped to look at him. He was stood up about ten seats away, and she put a hand up and told him to stop. She told him he could watch but he wasn't joining in. She sucked me until I shot down her throat, slurping it down greedily, then seeing him with his cock in his hand lay facing him and fingered her pussy while he watched, both of them cumming while watching the other masturbate.
I asked later what would have happened if he got a lot closer, and she said nothing would, mine was the only cock she needed and wanted. I believed her, but a small part of me wondered if she would have sucked him off too given the chance. Not only did I wonder whether or not she would, but what my reaction would be.
I knew where she worked one guy had been pestering her, ignoring the fact she was married, Chloe telling me not to get involved as he had no chance. She'd walked up behind him, heard him telling others he was going to fuck her brains out given half a chance. Chloe had told him that my cock was 10" long and very thick, and if he didn't measure up she wouldn't even feel him. He bowed his head and walked away feeling very sorry for himself.
The guys I play football with had regular meeting nights, usually at one of our houses after training, and one night they were at our house. We usually had a film on and had a couple of beers to unwind, I'd noticed before the guys were always looking out for Chloe and giving her admiring glances. She'd been upstairs for a while when she came into us, carrying some more beers and some bags of crisps. Setting them down she looked at my mate Dave and asked if he was looking at her tits. Dave opened his mouth in shock, not knowing what to say. Chloe started laughing and said he'd be the only one not doing so if not.
She waltzed out of the room and went back upstairs. There was a lot of nudging and laughing at Dave, and a few whispers. I heard one of them say I was a lucky bastard. Chloe came back down not long after, walking through to get to the kitchen to get a drink. I, and the others, noticed she'd changed into her nightwear, tight shorts and a loose vest top that barely covered her tits. More whispering broke out.
After the film had finished and the last of the guys had left, I went up to our bedroom where Chloe was. Her face was flushed, her dildo still wet with her juices on her bedside table.
"Started without me have you?" I smirked.
"A girl has needs, and you've been too busy watching films with your friends," Chloe giggled.
As she finished she leaned over and pulled the zip down on my jeans. I told it that all the guys had gone and I wasn't just checking on her, and she shrugged her shoulders and said she didn't care. She pushed me onto my back and expertly slid her tongue around my cock, then slid her mouth down over me. Chloe had no gag reflex so deepthroating was easy for her. After a while, she took her mouth off me.
"How big are your friends?" she asked.
"What?" I asked back, thinking I'd heard her wrong.
"You all shower after training right, you must have seen?" she responded.
"Well none have ever had an erection while showering, but none quite as big as mine," I answered smugly.
"Really? Dave's seems quite big, and John's too," she giggled.
I sat up, wondering where the conversation was going. She saw my puzzled look.
"Look, you guys all look at women's tits and arses, trying to work out how big they are. You too, I've seen you checking out some of my friends. I know you're always glancing at Sarah's 36Ds. Why can't we women check out your friend's arses and bulges too?"
I shrugged. I couldn't say much else, she did have a point.
"I don't make a habit of staring, and like I say I've never seen them with an erection so some might be growers, but of the five here tonight Dave and John are around 6" soft compared to my 7", Paul around 5", Billy is around 4"," I told her.
She didn't answer, instead going back to sucking my cock. The conversation wasn't bought up again.
The following week we were supposed to be going to Dave's but he was having repairs done to his aircon so we decided to go to mine instead. As we piled in I shouted upstairs to Chloe, hearing her say something but didn't understand her. We settled down and watched about ten minutes of the film when Chloe entered the room.
She had on her usual shorts and vest top, but her nipples were fully erect and very evident. Her 34C tits are very firm anyway but the sight of her nipples erect left some open mouths as she walked into the kitchen. I heard the oven door open and close, and a plate on the work surface. She walked back in and set down on the coffee table a large plate full of sausage rolls. Bending over to put down the plate, her shorts disappeared into her arse crack. Billy on the other side had a view right down her loose top, and I saw Paul lean over to look too, both of them smirking and nudging each other.
She looked around, and told me she knew I hadn't heard her say she'd bought them especially, she hoped my friends liked a sausage roll, giggling as she said it. She looked around them again, then winked at me. I knew she'd been glancing at their cocks. She disappeared out of the door and went back upstairs.
I decided to give it ten minutes and then go up to her, I had a feeling I knew what she'd be doing. Just as I was going to go up, Billy asked where the toilet was. I told him directions to the toilet upstairs. A minute later I excused myself, saying I needed the toilet also. I quietly closed the living room door and walked to the bottom of the stairs, pausing.
I could hear a bed creaking, and the unmistakable sounds of a female moaning. I'd been correct in my thinking, but Billy hadn't come back down yet. I sneaked up the stairs, getting halfway up and leaning against the wall I could see Billy, he was no longer in the toilet but was standing peering around our open bedroom door. He was a grower after all, his 8" erection sticking out from his zip. He stroked at it as he peered around the door frame.
Not only was I not angry at him for watching my wife, but I could also feel my cock starting to bulge too. Did she know he was there? Had she heard someone and not bothered stopping? I heard her panting and moaning quicker and louder, and knew she was about to cum. I heard the sound of her orgasm flood through her. Quickly I moved back to the bottom of the stairs and shouted to Billy to ask if he'd finished yet. He appeared as if he'd just come out of the toilet, looking sheepish.
The following day I came home from work a little earlier than usual, opening the front door I could hear in the distance muffled moans. I sneaked upstairs, tiptoed across the landing, and stood watching around the door frame as Chloe slid her dildo into her pussy, riding it hard, her head tossed back and eyes closed, her hair wet and matted to her forehead with sweat.
She was doing her usual thing with the dildo. I say usual because she now and again sends me videos at work when she's home alone, and in each one she's doing the same thing. She has a 20" by 16" mirror with a sturdy frame that she sticks the dildo to. That way she's hands-free, the mirror is easy to wipe clean, and it means she can video herself in the reflection with her phone to watch back later.
Chloe suddenly opened her eyes and saw me in the doorway. She didn't alter her pace at all.
"Hi, how long have you been standing there instead of coming in?" she asked.
