The Prude - Pt. 2
============== Donald Finds A Changed Wife On A Phone Call ==============
Monday came around, and all Melinda could think about was porn videos, toys, and now, her husband's penis, no, now it's his 'cock' she thought, her vagina, no, now it's my 'pussy' she thought again, getting wet. She texted Donald, knowing it was an eight hour time difference, but asking if they could talk in the evening his time. He responded that he had to take clients out to dinner and he'd be back late, most likely too tired to talk. She was surprised at his bluntness again, but something inside her liked it; liked that he wasn't letting her be the boss any longer. She replied, telling him to please be careful and have a good dinner, shocking the husband on the other side of the text with her 'nice' language.
Melinda decided to work from home that day, something she hadn't done in years, but decided that maybe her sex life wasn't the only thing that needed revamping? She'd always been the leader, then dedicated employee, and while that got her promoted, she now realized that there was more to life than just work...There had to be some fun too! Work couldn't end soon enough, and Melinda had an early working dinner so she was ready for the evening. She unboxed her toys, yes, they were her toys now, and laid them out as she had done before, before opening her laptop to the porn site. She browsed the categories again, looking for other ways of spicing up her sex life with Donald, and found 'machines'. The listings showed women being 'fucked', her new term, by machines, and, looking on the bed, she realized that she had seen something like the ones in the video before, but it wasn't in the box.
A minute later, she returned to the bed with a motor mounted to a platform with a switch and a dial that went from one to ten. She set the machine on the floor, plugged it in, turned it on and began turning the dial, making the end of the arm move forward and backward. She then found three toys that screwed onto the machine, one was about the size of a long, thick finger, the second was the girth of a 'C' sized battery and six inches long, and the third was the size of a red bull can, and nine inches long. She was confused about the first one, because it seemed too small for her 'pussy', but then she realized that it was meant for her bottom or 'ass' as she now called it.
Watching the videos, she screwed on the medium sized toy, lubed it up, and, as she watched the videos, she laid on her back and moved her lubed up pussy onto the dildo. She turned the machine on and set the dial to '1', which caused the dildo to move very slowly in and out of her...She liked it. Similar to when Donald 'fucked' her, she thought, and wished she had not been such a prude before but had instead enjoyed her husband's cock. She turned the dial to '3' causing the machine to pick up the pace a bit. She moved closer to it, so the dildo penetrated her even deeper, hitting a spot she knew Donald had hit, but never realizing how sensual it felt until now. She came to a video that showed the girl on her hands and knees, the machine pounding her from behind...Melinda moved into that position, remounted the machine and turned it back on to '3' again. She immediately loved the sensation, turning the dial to '5', her pussy now being thoroughly pounded by the dildo. She saw the girl reaching under her, rubbing her pussy and copied her, leaning on her left elbow, rubbing her clit with her right hand.
"Cumming, cumming, fuck!!!" Melinda screamed, not believing the filth coming from her prim and proper mouth, but shaking in an electric orgasm nonetheless. Moving off the machine, she collapsed on the floor, but not before seeing the girl in the video clean her dildo with her mouth. "Gross", Melinda said out loud, but hey, she was in training, don't knock it until you've tried it, she thought. She swiped her finger on the dildo and brought it to her mouth, a tart and tangy taste on her tongue. She tried another swipe, and before she knew it, she was licking her dildo clean of her own juices, reaching another first. Done for the night, Melinda curled up in bed, dreaming of what could be with her husband.
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Tuesday, Melinda went to a lingerie store near her and bought some of the things she'd seen in the videos, including two very skimpy bikini's to replace the prudish bikini's she wore previously. She then went to another store and purchased some new casual clothes that showed off her nice figure a bit better than what she had, including some outfits that accentuated her cleavage. She texted Donald again, and he agreed to talk later that day, since he'd be back at this hotel room that evening with no dinner commitments. Melinda ate a light, early lunch, then dressed in one of the casual outfits, with a push up bra that wasn't grossly pushing her breasts together, but made one know that she had 'nice tits', and made sure she had her hair and face made up. They agreed on a video call, so at the appointed time, she dialed her husband. What greeted Donald was something he'd never seen before, a hot, made up woman who could make any man do a double take.
"Hi Donald." Melinda said in a calm voice. "How is the trip going?"
"Hi Melinda, the trip is going fine, thanks." He answered, shocked, and wondering who he was talking to. He expected the usual 'this is wrong' and 'I need you to look at, or do this when you get home' conversation, which is why he hated talking to her when he was on his trips, enjoying his respite from a bitchy wife, especially after what had happened just before he left. At this point, Donald was one step away from leaving Melinda and moving on with his life. He just couldn't take it any longer, and during the past week of not communicating with her, he had pretty much decided it was over, at least for him. But here, in front of him, was someone he'd never seen before.
"That's good to hear. I'm going to get right to it, because I know it's getting late there. I want to apologize for everything that happened before you left. And, I want to apologize for the way I've treated you for that past number of years. Honestly, Donald, I don't know how you've put up with it, and if you left me tomorrow, I'd understand." Melinda didn't want to cry, but barriers had been removed over the past week, both sexual and emotional barriers, and she wanted her husband to know.
"I, I, don't know what to say, Melinda, except that, I don't know what's going on here. Is this some kind of trap for me to let my guard down, so you can rip into me for something I have no idea I'm guilty of? And why are you dressed like that? I've never seen you in anything like that before. Are you trying to tell me something? Just tell me and get it over with, I don't want to play games with you any longer Melinda." He was done. Another strange fucking thing with his wife. Another phase she was going through that always ended in him getting yelled at, degraded, and fucked over. The diet phase, when she turned into such a bitch because she was hungry all the time, and blamed him, when he hadn't said a word about getting on a diet or continuing the diet. The volunteer phase, when she decided to 'help people' but didn't think she was getting enough recognition, again, his fault for some reason. "Is this another 'phase' you're going through Melinda? Because if it is, please just leave me, the FUCK out of it!" He screamed as he finally broke after eighteen years of marriage and abuse. Melinda was shocked, and almost reverted back to her old self, ready to rip Donald a new asshole, but the words of her Sister kept coming back into her mind 'Do you know what you have in Donald?', and 'If you weren't such a fucking prude'.
"Oh, my God, Donald! Have I been THAT bad?" She answered, still sobbing. "I don't know how I can fix this, or how you'll ever forgive me. I've done some soul searching, NOT a phase, and honestly, my Sister is the one who 'slapped' me in the face and made me realize who I've been and what I've done to you, and us. You can't believe some of the changes I've made in just this past week, honey." The 'honey' shocking Donald even more. "But I want to try. I want to at least try to fix things. Jen is right, you are such a good man, and, I never realized how much of a hunk you are until I looked at our vacation pictures."
"OK, what's really going on here, Melinda? You're using words I've never heard come out of your mouth. Are you drunk? Are you on drugs?" Donald asked, now becoming concerned, since it was only 3:00 PM where she was.
"It's like the grinch, honey." Melinda laughed now, through her tears. "I think my heart has grown three sizes this week. I have changed. ME. On my own. So there is no one else to even try to blame if I screw this up."
"Okay, look, calm down and get some rest. I really like what I see, Melinda, you just threw me for a loop. As I said, I've never seen you look like that, and I've never heard you talk like this. I like it, I just need to know that you're not going to revert back when I step off that plane, AND, I don't want you to 'act' like this if it isn't really you, wanting to. I hope you understand?" Donald said, basically telling his wife, if this isn't you, there is no going back for me.
"I get it. Believe me, it's like a whole new World has opened up for me. I worked from home today for God's sake, can you believe that?" She added. Another shock for Donald. "But look, let's get on a call later this week, okay? And if you have questions, let's talk it out, will you do that for me, Donald, please?"
"I don't have anything Thursday night, so let's sync up then, okay? Have a good night, Melinda." He responded, still hesitant to believe what he was seeing.
"You too, Donald. I love you." She said, shocking her husband even more.
"Me too." Is all he could reply with, his guard still up.
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Wednesday found Melinda with a renewed excitement. She could have easily fallen back into her old ways after the hesitant response she received from her husband, but decided to double down on her feelings for him. She wanted his homecoming to be a good one, but now, wasn't sure how far she should go when he returned. She didn't want to short circuit the poor man if he walked through the door and she said 'Honey, why don't you let me jack you off?". She went back to her video site and began really watching the girls, how they interacted with the men, how they did the things they did. She looked at categories like 'creampies', 'oral creampies', 'glory holes', 'gang bang', and others, tending to gravitate to the gang bang videos.
