At long last the meeting was drawing to a close, we had been at it for almost three hours and if I heard one more word about web sites then I was going to scream. I only attended the meeting as my friend Michael had an idea for a web business venture and I had introduced him to a web designer. The only thing that eased the boredom as the both of them droned on was that she was extremely attractive so I had at least something to look at and fantasise about and boy did I do a lot of fantasising.
As we left the office I suggested we head for the closest bar, as I desperately needed a drink but for the first time that I can remember Michael declined and said that he would prefer a coffee and a sandwich.
We chatted for a while about his plans and I suggested we popped into my place and checked out some information on the web as I only lived twenty minutes away.
As we entered my house I could hear the faint melodic tones of Karen Carpenter coming from upstairs, I assumed my wife Sandy was either on the computer or doing some cleaning. I climbed the stairs each step increasing the sound of the music as I neared the top. Walking slowly towards the computer room I was stopped dead in my tracks, the bedroom door was slightly open and there was Sandy lying naked on the bed playing with herself. I was shocked, not because of what she was doing but because over the past year we had not had sex and I had accepted that she wasnât interested any more and had gave up trying to screw her.
Standing transfixed I considered pushing the door fully open and scaring the shit out of her, but my perverted mind became controlled by the brain in my trousers and instead I went back downstairs and told Michael what she was doing. His eyes sparkled with lust and he asked if he could take a look, which is what I was planning on.
Quietly we climbed the stairs and we both took up a position where we could see what she was doing but she couldnât see us. One of her hands had a tight grip on her tit pushing it upwards so that she could take her own nipple in her mouth and suck it, her other hand was busy between her legs that were spread wide open and even in the dim light the glistening juices could clearly be seen on her pubic hair.
Her breathing was getting faster as she played with her clitoris when suddenly she stopped and her hand moved to her side, I thought the show was over until her hand rose up with a massive vibrator in it, it must have been all of ten inches long. Now I knew why I wasnât getting any sex she had found a better replacement, I almost burst into the room to confront her but Michael grabbed my arm and stopped me. He pulled me away from the doorway and whispered to me on how I could get my own back for the past years frustration. At first I was hesitant it didnât seem right, but then being replaced by a vibrator wasnât right either so I agreed to his plan.
Slipping through the door Sandy gasped in surprise as she saw me and began to get up, but I pushed her back down while planting my lips firmly on hers. She was horny enough not to resist as we settled down to a long passionate kiss allowing me time to slip my fingers into her pussy and take over where she left off.
She was soaking wet and it didnât take long before her breathing got erratic and I knew she was close to an orgasm, which was my cue to stop. Sandy begged me to continue but instead I got off the bed and slowly removed my clothes to make sure that her pending orgasm had time to subside. Lying back down beside her I began teasing her by circling her nipples with my tongue while my fingers stroked around her pussy without penetrating, I knew this would drive her crazy and allow me to move the plan to the next stage.
âSo my sweet you prefer a toy to the real thing,â I said with a slight tinge of bitterness. âSo you just let me know when you want the real thing,â I continued while still teasing her pussy.
She started to squirm; her naked body eager for relief as she kept twisting in desperation hoping my fingers would slip inside her.
âI want you,â she softly pleaded.
âSorry what did you say,â I responded.
âI want you now,â she said once again.
âStill canât hear you,â I replied.
âPlease fuck me, I need it now please,â she begged.
âWell you didnât want me a minute ago, seems all you wanted was this little toy, what you mean is you want a cock and I donât think you care whose it is, am I right,â I said with a hint of anger.