"I like this one." She was lying in bed with the tablet scrolling through porn. It was an odd exercise, part of our intimacy counseling. The purpose was to learn what they found arousing and what they didn't. He was shocked.
"Really? It's kind of explicit, isn't it." She was wearing only a T-shirt. He liked the way her breasts stretched the thin cotton. Her nipples were evident. Her hand was hidden beneath the tablet in her lap and from the way the muscles in her forearm periodically flexed and relaxed he imagined she was touching herself.
"It's more than explicit. It's vulgar." he thought her choice of words particular but the vulgarity seemed to be the appeal as just saying the word seemed the quicken the movements of her fingers. "Sex is vulgar. She wants sex."
It was unusual to discover this about his wife. Perhaps there was something to the exercise. "I expected you would like something with a cock. Maybe something with both a man and a woman." She had scrolled down a few more images, paused, and then scrolled back up. It was a woman. A mature woman, you could tell she wasn't a perfect twenty-year-old model with flawless skin, airbrushed to perfection.
"Cocks are good but a cock is a cock. They are, I don't know, functional. A pussy is more sexual I guess." It wasn't just that she had not shown interest in women in the past, she had actually expressed, repeatedly and with certainty, she had no interest in women whatsoever. His wife was not Bi-Curious. "You can tell she is about to get fucked. I think she likes it hard."
The woman was posed on her knees. Not in some sort of casual way that suggested she just needed to pick something off the floor. She was posed on a bed. She wore a short dress that didn't quite cover her ass. Her legs were parted slightly. She wore high heels. The lips of her pussy were revealed, the small curve of flesh that was her clit exposed. Dawn moved her legs a little and He could see now how her fingers moved just within her own vagina, no more than the tips of her fingers inside of her. She moved them in a slight circular motion. "Can you find more of her?"
He showed her the link. It wasn't just a series of the same model, it was a photo-blog. It appeared to be the woman's own page. It was updated frequently as if it was some sort of hobby. "Wow." was all she said. She scrolled through series after series. The woman was anonymous, never a picture that showed her face but there was image after image of her firm legs, round ass, tight belly, large breasts, and her perfectly round, firm breasts. "That one." She paused. The woman was on her back, her head laid back until her face was hidden by the swell of perfectly shaped tits. Her legs were spread and her fingers buried in her glistening swollen pussy. "I wish I could fuck that wet cunt." His cock was swollen and he wanted her. He needed to fuck her.
"You are so lucky to have a dick." She had scrolled back to the woman's pussy and she had slowed her fingers. She was moving deeper and slower. Her voice was quieter. "God, I just want to bend her over and fuck her." He was stroking his own cock now, through his boxer shorts.
"Tell me how you want to fuck her."
She laid the tablet down beside her and he liked that he could now see her whole body. With her right hand she spread her pussy, with her left, she stroked her clit with long slow motions. "Oh, you can tell how she likes it. She is all strong and shit but she wants it. She wants to be pinned down." He really didn't think he'd ever heard her talk this way before. "She needs it so hard. She wants a cock deep in that pussy. It was made for fucking."
"Tell me how you'd do it." This was all new to him as well. "Tell me how you'd fuck her."
"I'd pin her down. I'd hold her arms down. You know she likes that."
He got to his knees beside her. His cock, pressing at his shorts brushed her tit and he nearly came. He did what she suggested, taking her hands out of her pussy. His wife had small writs and his large hand enveloped both of them. He held them over her head and she cooed, arching her back. He pulled her thigh and opened her legs for him. He delicately placed his finger on her clit.
"She doesn't want it soft." She said, as if correcting him. "She's a little bitch; she wants me to fuck it hard."
He pressed his finger into her quickly. Her pussy welcomed him, wet and slick his finger slipped easily into her.
"She needs a fat dick, I want to fuck her with my big fat dick."
One finger became two and she pressed her hips forward. He used a third. She pulled back a little.
"It's so fat but I make her take it."
He pressed his hand into her. He had to press hard and she bit her lip.
"She can barely take it but I don't care. I hold her down and give her my dick. I fuck her with my big fat dick.
He pressed hard, the weight of his upper body pushing his fingers into her.
