"I'm going to miss you," Harry sighed as he held his wife. "When I get back let's make up for all the time I've spent preparing for this." He thought about all the nights he'd stayed late all for this goal. He reels this in, and they'd be set financially.
"I get it," Laura stroked her husband's back, "I hope you nail it, but knowing you, I have no doubt." She kissed him and moaned, "Though we'll have to invest some of that in a new little helper. I may have worn him out the last few weeks."
Harry laughed, "We can buy you the full range of sizes, but if I land this you won't need them. I'll be home a lot more." He thought about the realistic cock he'd bought her a few years back as a gag. She'd never used it until the last month while he prepared for the meeting with Linstrom Group. He'd wanted her to use it while he watched, but she'd adamantly refused, saying only that this was solely needed when he was not around.
She quickly kissed him, "Go. Your ride is here. I'll see you tomorrow." She kissed him again, this time open-mouthed while pressing her lithe form against him. "I'll let you try another hole if you nail this thing in Vegas."
Harry stepped back, "Wait, I need that in writing. Ok, never mind. I don't have time." He patted her ass, "I'm taking you to court for breach of contract if you don't comply with my demands when I get back."
Laura watched her husband load his bag in the Uber and head off. She could have gone with him, but what would she have done. She hated the whole gambling ambiance and the shows were very expensive. Plus, it was for one night, maybe two if there are things to work out. She thought about her promise and realized she'd better prepare as Harry always came through when he was well-prepared.
Harry thought about what his beautiful wife said just before leaving. Anal sex had been high on his bucket-list since high school. He'd never been with any girl who'd seemed open to taking him from behind, even though he was simply average in size. He'd tried once with Malorie in college, but as soon as he put a finger inside her, she'd rolled off the bed giggling which pretty much killed the mood. Later he'd been able to finger Laura's ass when she came, but she smacked him after she'd recovered telling him that was disgusting.
Laura went upstairs past Harry's study and into the bedroom and pulled out the bottom drawer. She looked at the toy Harry had bought her as a joke and felt her ass softly throb in anticipation. She felt slight guilt but with his long hours and her increasing horniness, she'd finally experimented with putting this in her ass. At first, she wondered why anyone would like this, but as her anus adapted to it and with the vibration turned up to max power, she'd barely touched her clit when she'd had the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. After that, she'd needed this in her ass two or three times a day. She'd been hoping Harry would be home to make love to her and she'd perhaps hint he could try it from behind, but it had been six weeks since they'd last had sex.
She dropped the realistic cock on the bed and pulled off her clothes. Looking up, she saw herself in the mirror, "Damn it, Harry! I'm in my prime. Look at this body." She ran her hands over her taut stomach and onto her flared hips. In high school, Danny had told her she had the most perfect baby-making hips, but he'd say whatever it took to get a warm pussy gripping his cock. Running her fingers through her trimmed bush and under, she felt moisture leaking out. 'You slutty little cunt. You need cock, don't you?' she sighed. She turned and looked at her ass. Tight globes of creamy flesh. She had to sudden thought, 'If I were a guy, of course, I'd want to put my cock between these cheeks.'
She stopped her study hearing the phone ring. She padded over and picked it up, "Sue. What's up? I can do that....of course, you're my favorite sister." Shaking her head, she dropped the phone back onto the table and longingly looked back in the mirror. Maybe it was cool in the room, but her nipples were as hard as she'd ever seen them jutting out from her grapefruit-sized breasts. 'Sorry, I'll attend to you guys later,' she sighed.
She pulled on her clothes wondering where Danny was now. She shook off that train of thought knowing it would not lead to any good. Danny was the only guy she'd dated that she could not say no to...actually not dated but hooked up. Her pussy twitched remembering how great his cock felt inside her, how it filled her up. She'd never admitted to anyone she'd let him take her virginity since he wasn't the type of boy she'd ever be seen with, let alone eagerly opening her legs for.
Ok, let was generous. She'd been out on a date at a concert with her boyfriend, perhaps had too much to drink and staggered outside to get some air. She'd run right into him almost knocking him down, but he was strong and held her up. He led her over to a bench in the adjoining park, stroked her back, then her front and somehow he was between her legs pumping that fat sausage into her virgin pussy. She'd never orgasmed before but after the pain subsided she found she loved the feel of his cock and came almost immediately causing him to cum at the same time. Without a word, he pulled out, pulled on his clothes and left her lying naked with her legs spread open on the bench. It was a miracle no one came by and after pulling on her dress she went behind the bushes and threw up. After using her panties to sop up the cum flowing out of her, she tossed them into the bushes and went to find her boyfriend.
The next day in school she nudged one of her friends, "Who is that boy? In the green army jacket?"
"Him? That's Danny Warner. His dad's in prison, armed robbery or something and his mom, well I heard she works the conventions, you know, a whore," her friend said quietly, "Stay away from him. Julia said he'd raped her, but who knows. That girl will open her legs for any guy."
She'd watched him turn and look at her, but then looked away without a glimmer of recognition. This angered her since she wanted to confront him, accuse him of raping her, but also for leaving her in plain view as if she were an empty candy-wrapper. Boys did not treat Laura McKellen like that. But it mostly angered her because she was special. She was the hottest girl in school, desired by every guy, at least the straight ones and he looked like he never noticed her, had no interest in her. How could the same boy who'd made...fucked her, used her, not recognize her?
Later she'd seen him head over to his aged Pontiac and confronted him. "Hey! You, Danny!" She grabbed his shoulder, but he quickly spun around and restrained her from behind.
"Don't sneak up on me like that. I don't care if you're a girl. Don't do that unless you want to be hurt. What do you want?" he asked releasing her. He looked her up and down remembering how she looked naked.
"You don't recognize me?" she spat, "Last night, outside the Orion? Park bench?" She shook her head, "Christ! You basically raped me right there in plain view on anyone who might have walked by!"
The boy laughed, "That was you?" He looked her up and down, "Wow, I guess you clean up pretty good." Laura tried to punch him but he caught her fist, "Look, if you want more cock just say so. I'm busy tonight but you can meet me tomorrow night at nine over behind the War Memorial. Oh, and put some effort into looking good ok? A Dress. I like feminine girls."
She stood, fists clenched as the boy roared off wanting to scream. She looked down at her outfit. It was basic. Pink tee and jeans, but why should she care? For a boy like him? No way was she going to meet him. It was a mistake to drink too much, a mistake to tell her boyfriend she'll be fine, a mistake to confront him. That's it. No more mistakes.
He lasted a lot longer the next night on the wall surrounding the fountain. She had scrape marks on her hips and thighs from the stone as he ruthlessly fucked her from behind. She made sure after that to cover the rough surfaces with her discarded dresses.
Her parents and friends would have been appalled had they ever seen them even talk to each other, let alone meet a few times a week for fuck sessions. She never thought to date him, he asked once, but she shot that down immediately, but it was always the same, he took off her clothes, made her suck his cock, took her pussy, make her cum multiple times, came inside her and left. After graduation, he'd joined the Marines and that was it.
It was between sophomore and Junior years that her parents set up a dinner with Harry's parents at the country club and they hit it off. Harry never asked about her past sexual history, she never volunteered she wasn't a virgin, but they held off until their wedding night after they graduated. She was so ready for a cock inside her that she never cared how small he was. She ground against him eagerly and they went all night.
Her panties felt damp as they absorbed the fluids from her earlier anticipation. She wondered again how to get a toy somewhat the same size as Danny's cock was, but she wasn't sure how Harry would react if she spend the money on that and how to explain why she needed something larger...but she felt her panties get a bit damper thinking about her little helper in her ass and the larger one in her pussy. She had to get herself together as she pulled up to her sister's house.
"You are a life-saver," Susan cried out as she opened the door, "Jimmy is not feeling well," and I need to help with Bill's parents. I should be home this evening."
Laura watched her sister drive off and went to check on her nephew. 'So much for getting some relief,' she thought as she headed down the hall.
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Harry rolled his case over to the check-in desk. He was anxious to get up to his room and prepare for the meeting later that afternoon. "Harold Demmings, I have a reservation?"
"Yes, sir. We have your room ready to go. There's wi-fi throughout, the password is on the inside page...."
Dan Walter's head spun around. Harold Demmings? Laura had married a Harold Demmings. The stuck-up bitch basically told him she'd not be seeing him again since she needed to find someone who could take care of her in more ways than between her legs. He'd written her off, but lately, he'd thought about her. She probably had let herself go, but she had been better stacked than any Playboy Playmate he'd ever seen and the way she responded! He'd once got her to cum just by sucking on her nipples, and then went off like a firecracker when she'd pulled him inside her. Fuck! That bitch could do things with her hips, her cunt that no other woman had come close to. He used to brag he could fuck for an hour without cumming if he wanted to, but the first time they'd fucked she torqued that cunt on his cock and he came in five minutes.
"...8011, the elevators are to the left, take the right-hand bank...."
'It has to be him. Custom-tailored suit, designer shoes, money. Laura's parents were constantly trying to set her up with someone in their class,' he watched the man stride purposefully away.
He strode over to the desk seeing the man roll his bag towards the elevators, "Hey Darla, Harold Demmings? Where is he from?"
Darla looked up at the tall dark-haired security guy, "Hey Dan, California, Santa Barbara. Why? What's up?"
