I had decided to give myself a treat. I had taken a few days vacation to just do nothing. I went to get a massage, mani, pedi and my hair done. Feeling really good about myself I left the salon with one thing on my mind, sex.
All the guys that had been my fuck buddies turned into nothing but friends of my husband's, especially Sam. Sam was guy with the little whip for my nasty little slut pussy. It was strange to me now that when the guys got together for guys night, they did nothing but drink beer, watch sports or play poker.
I was beginning to think my pussy had lost its appeal. We had fucked every day for about a month after the last time I had been caught. I had sucked each one and fucked them all well, several times a night. Guess they were bored. What really sucked, I promised John that I wouldn't fool around with anyone but the guys from the first night he caught me and tried to teach me a lesson. It was a lesson that was a red letter day for my smooth shaved pussy. Thinking back on that night made me angry every time the guys came over and ignored me.
I thought a day of just me and my dildos, hiney beads and maybe a porn flick or two would be relaxing. I had a really good variety. Big ones, smaller ones for my ass, and some that probably should be illegal. I liked to stuff myself full, grind around on the bed or floor hunching a pillow or the corner of the mattress while watching people fucking, while I got myself off for 4 to 6 hours.
My pussy was starting its little quiver thing. I loved when I thought about sex. My pussy had this little thing it did. It was almost like it had its own little vibrator hooked conveniently around my clit and up in my vagina to just the right spot, then wired over to my ass.
I could think of big cocks in my mouth, pussy, ass, hands and have orgasms one right after the other. My husband John thought that was just the most amazing thing when we were dating. I think that is why he married me. I don't think he knew just how much it took to make the internal vibrator turn off.
He found it took at least 5 or 6 cocks that didn't get tired easily. He had wanted to get another girl in on the action. I said no, I wanted all the cocks for just me. I wanted all or nothing. Nothing was what I was getting lately.
I really hate a whining woman, but as of late that is what I had become. I just had not had enough cock. Dildos are great for an afternoon of relaxing, but they take too fucking much effort. I like it when I can lay back or on hands and knees and just lift my ass up like a dog backing up to a stud dog and start hunching. Cocks seemed to have a mind of their own. After my hunching starts their owners just flipped me around for pussy, ass or mouth. That was how it was suppose to be. I had been reduced to dildos every day. I had a reason to whine.
I do remember the fun times John and I used to have. I had a pair of vibrator panties with a remote that I used for emergencies when I was single and not at home or with a man. After I married I would use them for nights out on the town with John. He would, of course hold the remote as all men do. His favorite was when we would be at a dinner party, preferably a formal one.
I would spend hours getting ready to look just right and would end up spilling things, making whimpering noises, and a host of other things trying not to look obvious when I came, over and over and over. We would go home and spend the rest of the night fucking. He would fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth until he was tired, then he would used my dildos to keep me going until he was ready to go again.
Home at last. I had to get these stupid thoughts out of my mind. I was getting soft. I knew what I liked,I knew how to get it. I had been doing it for a very long time. Since there were no big cocks around, the dildos would do. I hit the door stripping as I went. \
There was no need to wait until I got to the bedroom. I was like an alcoholic hiding booze around the house. Just inside the door was an umbrella stand. In the bottom was an 8 inch long, 3 inch diameter, hard vibrating dildo. I fished it out and turned it on.
It immediately went in my pussy like a magnet. I was already swollen from just thinking about a fucking hard, hard, stomach wrenching orgasm. I dropped to my knees and held myself up with one hand and started the pumping. The orgasms started sweet, right at the clit, they started building and ending up in my tummy. It was good, but not enough. Women that needed sex like me shouldn't have to resort to this.
I took my dildo over to the couch and slid it in my pussy while I climbed up on the arm of the couch. It was an overstuffed arm, so the dildo sank just far enough to hold the dildo and for me to hunch up and down, up and down, over and over. I licked my fingers then reached up and slowly circled my soft nipples. My nipples became hard very quickly. I picked up my heavy breasts and started sucking the hard nipples, first one then the other. I loved biting them just a little until it started to hurt then eased up and just licked them like they were lollipops. The orgasms became stronger.
It was time for the bedroom. More and bigger play cocks in there. I stepped down and my foot was wet. I thought what the hell? I went into the kitchen to find water pouring from under the sink. Great, I have no real cocks to fuck and now I have to give up my afternoon for this.
Ah wait, the plumber. Maybe my day was looking up after all. John couldn't possibly be mad if I get the plumber over here to fix the sink and then stay, get paid with pussy or ass. He and his little gang weren't giving it to me, so what the hell.