Disclaimer - this is a work of fiction, a fantasy, not based on any actual events or persons. The author does not condone or recommend any of the actions carried out by the characters in this story.
Corrupting My Conservative Wife 6
by LEBEC
Bill brings a "friend"! The inevitable conclusion.
Chapter Sixteen
The next day, we had our usual post-game analysis, once again by the pool, over a pitcher of Mimosas. Jackie drank faster than usual, apparently dying to share something with me but too timid to bring it up sober.
Once she got up her courage, she opened up to me and said that she had the "greatest-most-awesome" orgasm of her life the night before. She admitted that she was now absolutely "in love" with our new dildo and thanked me profusely for bringing all these "fun and amazing toys" into our life.
She couldn't resist asking, "Just how big was that thing, anyway?"
I grinned and said, somewhat evasively, "Pretty big... But you took it like a champ."
She speculated that perhaps it was because her pussy was finally adjusting and getting more comfortable with the larger dildo. I nodded, and encouraged her to go on.
She confessed that somehow her orgasms were now even more frequent, more powerful and more fulfilling with that new toy than with any of the others we'd played with before. She looked at me and paused, somewhat nervously, wondering if she was hurting my feelings. When I didn't react - actually, I was hiding my true apprehension - she took that as confirmation that I was OK with all of this and continued.
Jackie expressed that she felt some guilt that it wasn't "my penis" that brought forth these strong emotions. Despite that, somehow she couldn't stop herself from repeatedly gushing over the dildo, telling me - over and over again - just how incredibly great her cums had been with it. She confessed that she couldn't believe how warm and realistic it felt, especially when it flooded her with its "cum", and how it had managed to trigger multiple orgasms in her!
She admitted that just talking about it was getting her horny again. A faraway look washed over her face, and then she finally got up the nerve to blurt out, "So, how soon do you think we can do that again?"
I had to play it cool, so I made up another lame excuse, saying I needed a day or two to recuperate before I could get up the strength to try that again.
Later, I would learn that Jackie had to censor herself at that moment. She almost blurted out that I didn't have to actually fuck her - that she wouldn't mind it if I only used the dildo on her, but she silenced herself rather than run the risk of hurting my feelings further.
Still, it was obvious to me that she desperately wanted a repeat of the other night, and wanted it right away.
I knew I was screwed. I'd unwittingly painted myself into a corner. I had no choice. I'd have to call Bill again.
Chapter Seventeen
I called up Bill as soon as I had some privacy. I was frustrated when it immediately went to voicemail. Not wanting to say give anything away, I just left a message that I needed to speak with him, as soon as possible.
Fortunately, he didn't make me wait that much longer before calling me back. I told him that I needed him to come over for a "repeat performance".
I could practically hear him smirk over the phone. He played dumb with me, replying, "I'm not sure what you mean. What do you need?"
I knew he knew what I meant. I could tell by his tone that he was just being a "dick" - waiting to hear me beg.
I was really growing tired of playing games with this guy, so instead, I decided to switch gears and try a different approach, appealing to his ego, and maybe his sense of charity. I told him how Jackie was now, unfortunately, totally hooked on "his dildo", and how she was driving me crazy asking for it again.
When he asked if I'd tried buying a replacement dildo with the money he'd given me, I told him I had thought about it but then blurted out that it "wouldn't be the same as the real thing!"
As I heard Bill chuckle on the other end of the call, I quickly tried to correct myself, saying that I meant "his dildo" when I said the "real thing" but, the damage was already done.
Once I got going, it was hard to stop myself from blabbing the rest to him. I admitted to him that I had obviously made a mistake going down this path but I temporarily needed a little more help till I could get this figured out. Maybe I'd be able to find a dildo just like his but for the time being, I was desperate.
When I heard nothing from the other side of the phone line, I took his silence to mean he needed to hear more. I tried flattering him, telling him how she kept asking about his cum, and how delicious she kept saying it was, and how she thought it was some kind of "special sauce" I had concocted from a secret recipe.
Still, silence.