Page 11 of Devious Whims

“Bad day at work?”

Mike nods, unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of his bare chest is breathtaking. It’s not that my husband is an unattractive man. He has that All-American look, some would say. A boyish-charm with dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a kind heart to go with it. I glance at the door again and he sighs.

He pads over to the door, ensuring it’s locked and grabs the closest nightstand and stuffs it under the knob. His eyebrows raise as he turns to face me. “Good? He can’t interrupt us, not that he’s ever knocked on our door to begin with.”

I realize my husband thinks I’m nervous, or embarrassed about the thought of Devon walking in on us. And while that’s certainly a factor, it’s more what would happen if he did.

Mike moves to the bathroom, grabs a towel, and lays it out on the floor before our bed. My heart pounds in my chest as he moves to the nightstand and grabs the dildo and lube. My fingers shake as I grab my dress and pull it off. My legs feel heavy as I walk till my toes are at the corner of the towel.

“You okay?” he asks, his head tilted to the side. My eyes fall to the peach silicone toy in his hand. I used to think it was huge compared to Mike, but now, after fucking Devon, the appeal of it dulls.

“Yes. It’s just odd knowing someone else is in the house,” I say quietly.

He smirks. “A little hot, though. Get in position.”

I blow a breath and kneel on the towel, then I move till my knees are center and then lean forward to rest on my elbows. Spreading my legs, I arch my back to push my ass further into the air.

Mike moves behind me, his tongue immediately pushing into my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my forehead on to the towel, twisting it in my fingers. His tongue pushes into my hole over and over till he moves down, sucking my clit into his mouth. If anything, my husband eats me like his life depends on it. His fingers knead the flesh of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as his face presses deep against me.

My breathing shallows as my legs shake with my impending orgasm. He uncaps the lube bottle, and then pulls back as he shoves his slick fingers into me. I bite down on my lip to keep in the cry that almost escapes. His fingers curl down, finding that ridged spot that leaves me in puddles before he starts pumping them in and out of me.

Pleasure crashes over me, my elbows digging into the floor as I struggle to stay upright. I push back into his hand, wanting something more than a few fingers filling me. When my pussy stops clenching, Mike pulls out and lifts me by my armpits. I settle back onto my knees, my back straight as he pours lube on the dildo and hands it to me.

He moves in front of me, his pants shoved off, and he’s stroking his hard cock. I place the artificial dick between my parted knees and move onto my feet to hover over it. Glancing down, I line it up with my wet slit, then sink down on the large dildo. The stretch of the thick shaft is immediate and my legs quiver once.

“Fuck,” Mike groans, his hand moving faster. “You always look so good taking that up your tight pussy.”

Leaning back, I put my hands behind me and spread my legs to give him an unobstructed view as I rise and fall onto the fake cock with the weighted base, pushing further down onto it with each rock.

“Faster,” he says, his chest heaving as his fist squeezes down on his length tighter. He steps closer to me, joining me on the towel.

My head drops back and I pick up my pace, dropping onto the dildo in quick slams. I can’t hold back the small moans every time I near the base. My thighs are starting to ache, but I know he never takes long once we get to this part.

“Come on me,” I gasp to hurry him along.

My husband groans, his cock jerking in his hand before the first spray of his warm cum splashes onto my chest. I keep fucking the dildo under me and Mike squeezes his cock with every stroke, drenching my breasts with thick ropes of white. With one final grunt, he lets go of his softening dick and steps back. I lift off the dildo and it falls from me with a squelched pop.

Mike wipes the small bead of sweat that rolled down his forehead and offers me his hand to stand. I grab it and he pulls me up, then kisses me once.

“Go shower. I’ll clean up,” he says with a soft tap of my ass and a small push towards our bathroom.

The first time he asked me to do this, it had been awkward for both of us. The guilt of my phone calls with Devon made me do whatever Mike wanted without complaint. But as time went on, he wanted less sex from me and more of this. I didn’t understand it completely, considering I preferred feeling the weight of his body as he was inside me. When we started trying for a baby, a small part of me was thankful that it required him to come inside me.

Not that I didn’t enjoy it. I loved pleasing him and giving him what he wanted. But it felt like we weren’t connected and it lacked the intimacy that I craved. As I wash off my husband’s cum, my heart aches at how much I enjoyed the way Devon had been nearly feral to touch me, to come inside me. And I wonder why the man I exchanged vows with doesn’t feel the same.

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Devon whips his shirt off, wiping the sweat dripping off his face. His muscular frame has me stuck frozen as I watch him through the kitchen window. He’s attempting to put together the patio set of table and chairs. Unfortunately, the sun is bright today without a cloud in sight.

I dragged my feet coming down this morning, adamant on avoiding Devon after Mike came on my chest last night. There’s a part of me that feels ashamed, not because I had ached to be filled by Devon while being intimate with my husband, but because with Devon down the hall, it felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t. It is irrational, but I can’t overcome the feeling.

Turning my back from the window, I pull out the ingredients to make Devon some food. I’m not sure if he ate breakfast, but I’ll just save the sandwiches if he’s not hungry.

“Hey,” he says, his deep voice echoing around us.

I spin to face him, my hand clutching at my chest. “I didn’t hear the backdoor open.”

He smirks. “I put some oil on the hinges, as quiet as a mouse now.”

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