After our argument and session on Thursday night Donna went on a rampage of sorts. The kids were pawned off to their friends for a sleep over on Saturday night and Friday after work she ran around like a chicken with her head cut off. I was almost afraid at what Donna might be planning for Saturday.
When she came back with four bottles of wine, Ready whip and a plain brown paper stuffed to overflowing, I got interested. When she threw handcuffs and leg restraints on the bed, I got concerned, very concerned.
"Hey babes," I said holding up the pair of fur lined handcuffs. "Something you want to tell me?"
"Don't worry, they're not for tonight but they were on sale and were too good a deal to pass up. Besides, who says we can't spice up our vanilla sex a bit anyway," she said walking over to me and shoving her tongue so far down my throat she had to taste what I'd had for lunch.
"If she brings out a cat of nine tails I'm out of here," I said to myself half jokingly but was afraid just the same.
You'd think by my concerns I was a real stick in the mud and only liked vanilla sex with me on top in a missionary position. Not true, but the thought of being whipped or spanked didn't do a thing for me either. I had my fantasies and more than once thought about one or two while Donna and I were making love; but they were still, just fantasies. I would be embarrassed as hell if Donna knew even half the things that went through my head at one time or another. After all, I was a guy wasn't I? I was allowed to let my mind wander; as long as I didn't act on them everything was still cool.
With a bottle and a half of wine at dinner I guess Donna was setting the stage for tonight's activities. I didn't know if the wine was for my benefit or hers, so I just drank it and went with the flow.
When we finally made it upstairs, with what was left of the second bottle of wine, and were naked lying in bed kissing when she made her request.
"Steve, I want to see how many times you can get me off tonight. You can use fingers, tongue your dick and anything else you want to, but I just want to see how many times you can do it, ok?" she said kissing me again. I bought whip cream, chocolate syrup and caramel topping to help you in your quest," she said showing me what she had lined up on her night table. "Whatever else you need, and if I don't have it, I can always pick it up next week."
I thought it was a joke at first, but when she kept going on and on, I finally figured out she was serious.
"What is this, some kind of test?" I said looking at her. "I hope it's pass / fail because I never did well on tests unless the curve was in my favor, and tonight I don't think it was."
Donna pulled out a pair of silk straps and fastened them to her wrists. "Attach them to the head board", she told me. "Don't make them too tight or fasten them too high on the headboard. I want this to be enjoyable not hurtful," she instructed as she helped me. With her restrained, Donna then asked that I put the blindfold on her. "I don't want to see what's happening, I just want to experience it," I was told.
So it began.
I did and used it all over the next three hours. I licked her clit, sucked her pussy until my lips were numb and my tongue fell off. I know I had to have gained at least two pounds from just the shit I ate. "I'll never look at Ready Whip again without getting hard," I said to myself as I now worked on her pussy with her black dildo as I licked the rest of the chocolate off her swollen clit.
After her first orgasm I tried my best to keep her up there. Every once in a while I needed a little rest, that's when I relied on either her second or third string quarterbacks.
I was getting tired and after noticing that we'd been at it for over two hours I was about ready to quit. "Just one more," I said to myself as I grabbed her red vibrator and lubed it up, still continuing to work the dildo in and out of a moaning Donna's pussy.
With one full twist, the first couple of inches went in past her anal ring. Dripping a generous amount of oil on the crack of her ass and twisting it another couple of times, all six inches disappeared.
Donna paused for a brief moment and I thought for a split second that I'd pushed it in too far before she cried out, "oh my God."
I turned it on high.
She moaned, she screamed, she buckled under me as I worked both holes without any mercy. She screamed out something when I gnawed on her clit before I buried each in their respective cavity.
There was a silent pause before Donna raised her ass off the bed, to get that last fraction of an inch more in her holes, and then fell motionless back on the bed.
I think she was done. I sure as hell knew I was.
"No more. Steve no more," came her feeble cry as I released her hands still leaving on the blindfold.
"You hear that guys, she's done; you can all go home now," I said out loud while chuckling to myself.
It was a couple of minutes more before Donna moved to take the blindfold off.
"I died, went to heaven and finally fell back to earth," she said sitting up. "The only thing I want is a hot shower and a little rest," she said wiping the sweat from her face into her hair. "You really outdid yourself tonight. As soon as I finish my shower, you're going to get the best blowjob you've ever had or imagined in your wildest dreams," she said moving a little slowly making her way to the bathroom.
While lying on the bed, awaiting my payment, I just stared up at the textured ceiling. I knew I was in for a real treat and don't get me wrong I was looking foreword to it, but something was missing.
True to her word, Donna caved in the top of my head and turned my dick inside out. With a knotted handkerchief stuck up my butt, I must have gotten off three times before it was completely out of my ass. I eventually had to tell her to stop because I was too sensitive and empty to go any further. We slept in each other's arms and only broke when one of us had to make a bathroom run. I had never experienced anything quite like that, but found that fantasy was still better than reality.
Every week we kept taking it up a notch. Donna found that she like to have a porno movies always playing when we has sex. MF, FFM, MMF, FF and even MMMF we watched them all. I balked at the movie with the two guys doing it because it did less than nothing for me.
"You think that's fair? I watched the one with the two girls getting it on."
"To me that was hot, this one is just plain sick."
We turned it off and ejected it.
It now seemed we had a party to go to every weekend. If it wasn't us, it was one of her friends from work, a neighbor or a friend of a friend. There was always an open bar and a ton of food to eat. When I tried to back off one Saturday and stay home, Donna said that she'd promised Ronda and we were bringing the dip and chips.
Don't get me wrong, the sex was always mind blowing now, but that's all it was; sex. I really missed the slow intimate love making sessions we used to have but no longer had. The nonstop kissing, the gentle caresses and the togetherness of two people in love.
The thing I really hated though was that Donna kept using that huge black dildo whenever we didn't do it. It was keeping her pussy stretched out and made her way too loose for my comfort.
"Donna, I don't want you using Mr. Happy any more. I'm not nearly as big as it is, and I miss the tightness of how your pussy used to feel."
"Steve, when you're not around and I need to take the edge off, Mr. Happy fills the bill, so to speak."
"It may take the edge off, but lately I feel like I'm fucking the Holland Tunnel. Use your damn vibrator for a while, at least until you shrink back to size," I told her.
"You can always use my ass if you want something that tight."
"If all I wanted to do was fuck someone's ass, I guess I could turn gay and take a lover," I said sarcastically. "Just lay off Mr. Happy for a while."
All right I didn't like the look she gave me, but at this point I didn't care. Sex had become something like an Olympic event around our house and I'd given up trying to win the gold metal.
After two more weeks of hearing an echo when I fucked Donna I took care of the problem myself. One morning I grabbed it from her nightstand and on my way to work, I unintentionally dropped it out the window of my car. I was going to say, "Free at last, free at last thank God free at last," but thought that would be pushing it.
I thought Donna would say something or at least ask me if I knew where it was, but she didn't. After another two weeks she was smaller but nowhere near she'd been before. She had either bought a 'Mr. Happy #2' or was doing something I sure as hell hoped she wasn't doing.
I tore our fucking bedroom apart, when I took off early one day and beat her home by a couple of hours. I found a ton of other toys, videos and a few things I wasn't too sure what they were. All I knew was that they had to be sex related, since everything now revolved around it. I would have preferred to find three Mr. Happys than to think that there was a possibility that Donna could be using a human Mr. Happy.
It just wasn't something I wanted to consider possible at this time. But I now kept both eyes open.
When we went to parties now I watched her like a hawk. I watched her e-mails and checked out the history file on our computer daily. When I found nothing suspicious after a couple of weeks I just figured I was imagining it that is until we made love Friday night.
We were going at it hot and heavy as always. She'd all ready climaxed once when I climbed on board and started to do my thing; that's when I stopped, got off her and turned on the light.
"Donna, what the fuck is going on? Your pussy's the size of the God damn Grand Canon for Christ's sakes," I said maybe a bit too loud.
"Steve, hold your voice down. I don't think our children need to hear about our sex life."
"Donna, it's been six weeks since we had this discussion and your pussy is as large now, if not larger, than it was back then, what the hell is going on?"
"Well I've still been using Mr. Happy once in a while, " she started to say before I yelled bullshit.
