22 comments/ 81782 views/ 83 favorites A Welcome Home Surprise By: CarsonM This is my first submission - hopefully more to come if it's enjoyed by readers! ***** I get to the airport two hours early. I'm always a little off-kilter when David has been away - not in the way that one worries over the possibility of a plane crash or car accident, but just simply unaccustomed to the quiet of the house, the noises that suddenly seem so loud without his presence, the other side of the bed still cold come morning. I miss him during every business trip and am always eager for him to be home. Today I'm extra excited, my mind running over the plan I've been formulating in my head the last few days. David has no idea what he's in for tonight and I'm counting the minutes till I see him. It's the "just can't wait anymore" feeling that gets me into the car much earlier than required, taking the half hour trip to the airport at about twice my normal slow-poking speed and finally into the terminal, checking the time board in the hope that maybe, just maybe, this flight has wound up saving time and will arrive early. No such luck: it's 2 p.m. and the flight is scheduled to arrive at 4:15 p.m. I find a coffee shop (god bless Starbucks for being in every airport, in almost every country on the planet) and get something hot to drink. Finding an empty bench, I sit, sip and try not to watch the minute hand on the clock on the wall tick slowly by. David and I have been married for almost 10 years. We're a good pair, I think, even if in recent years our once steamy and frequent sex life has dwindled a little bit. Instead of all the time and anywhere we can sex, we're down to every few days, in the bed, and if we're feeling really wild, maybe the couch. I suppose you could say we've always been a pretty vanilla couple - we like all the usual things, the stuff you might see in a steamy romance or read about in a slightly more explicit novel. But we've never explored very far beyond the basics. Until now. David always closes up his laptop when he's done with it - partly just because he's a tidy and organized sort of person that way. But I've come up behind him a time or two, so quietly that he didn't realize, and spotted naughty photos or a video playing. I've never been wildly interested in it myself, but it doesn't bother me that he enjoys it from time to time. Still, over time, I've become increasingly curious as to what he's looking at - and, as our sex life went from steamy to not-so-steamy over the last couple of years, I've begun to wonder if there's something new we could try. Those conversations aren't always the easiest to have and any time I've brought it up, even humorously, he gets a bit shy and changes the topic. So, when I realized he'd left his tablet on the bedside table and it was unlocked - and he was out of town on business - I confess my curiousity got the better of me. I was online and checking the browser history faster than you can say "jackpot." He'd obviously cleared the history a few days before he'd left, but there was a series of hits that stood out between the usual online banking and news sites. Hard not to notice XXX in a website name, after all. I hesitated a second, then touched the first one. It took me to a page of photos - very explicit photos. Then the next one took me to an erotic story. The third link was a video. Fourth, fifth, sixth, more videos. I was torn between shock and surprise - and feeling really goddamn aroused. Each one had the same theme: a wife using toys and strapons with her husband. And the husband in every single instance was loving it. It had never occurred to me before that my shy, masculine, taller-than-six-foot husband might be curious about this kind of thing. Once, a very long time ago, after several drinks and a conversation with a friend about how she sometimes played with her husband with her finger while giving him a blowjob, I'd almost tried to tease his ass a little that way - but he moved away, obviously taken by surprise, and I never throught to try again. But here, in these videos, the husbands were definitely not moving away: they were in ecstasy, their wives using fingers and various toys and their tongues. By the time I had watched a handful of the videos, I was so worked up about the whole thing that I got out my vibrator and came in about 30 seconds flat. Then I got dressed, got in the car and drove downtown to the only sex shop I could think of in the vicinity. I browsed, asked questions and I left the store with several bags. Then I started counting the hours till David returned home. The minutes pass slowly in the waiting lounge at the airport. I watch people come and go and let my mind wander. Under my skirt and top I'm already wearing the new outfit I bought for tonight: a maroon and black corset with garter straps, each leg strap sporting a small black bow. They're attached to lace topped stockings. No panties. I've never really done that before, going without panties, but tonight seemed like a good time to try. I get a second coffee and start to feel myself getting wired up - is it the caffeine or the nervous excitement? Hard to tell at this point. Finally, the time board announces that David's flight has arrived. I check the number of the baggage carousel and walk towards it, knowing that he will look there for me rather than at the gate. The carousel begins to spin and his luggage arrives before he does, so that by the time I see him coming, I've already got his suitcase ready to go and I'm standing smiling. "Hi baby," he says, when he approaches. "I missed you." He kisses me, and his hand goes to my waist. He must feel the boning in the corset because I notice he pauses a second, runs his hand over it, but then obviously decides to say nothing. "I missed you too, I'm so glad you're home," I reply, grinning. He laughs. "You look like you're in a very good mood," he says. "Well, I am," I answer. Then I lean in close again and whisper: "And I have a surprise for you, at home." His eyebrows pop up. "What is it?" he says. "Well, if I tell you then obviously it isn't a surprise," I laugh. We start walking towards the car park, and he's teasing me for clues, but I keep saying, no, no, just wait. We get the luggage stowed in the back of the car and get in and buckled. "Please," he begs. "One clue!" "Ok, fine," I say. "It's something I think you've wanted for a really long time and, if you like it, you get to have it over and over again." He looks puzzled. "I guess that could be ... a book?" I laugh, and shake my head. "So much better than a book, baby." We begin the drive home and I turn the radio on to distract him. It's past 5 p.m. when we get home, dusk, and our little house looks cozy and warm. I pulled all the curtains before I left, and turned on a few small lights here and there, to keep things intimate. Just as he's about to open the door, I put my hand on his and say: "When we go in, I'd like you to go ahead to the bedroom. Get comfortable on the bed. I'll be there in a minute. You've had a long week and part of my surprise is that you get to be a little bit ... pampered tonight." Again, his eyes shoot up, and he grins. "Ok, sounds great baby." He unlocks the door, steps inside, pushes the luggage to the side of the entry way and pulls off his jacket. "Oh, yes, the rest of the clothes should go too," I say, grabbing on to his belt buckle. "All of them. Then, on the bed." David grins, and heads down the hall at a near run. It's been so long since we've done something new with each other, I'd forgotten how thrilling it could be, how exciting and new it would feel. I go to the kitchen, find the wine I purchased and two glasses, and set them on a tray. I breathe, slowly: I'm a little nervous now that it's come to it, but I can already feel my own wetness on the inside of my thighs. I'm as excited as he is. I take the tray in two hands, and head down the hall. When I get into the bedroom, one small light is on and David - as instructed - is naked, on the bed. "Like this?" he asks. "Almost, yes," I reply. I hand him one of the wine glasses, then circle the room, lighting candles I put out earlier in the day and turn off the small light so it's dark with only candleglow around us. "This is a great surprise," he says, smiling up at me. "Oh, this isn't the surprise yet," I say, and grin wickedly. I take a gulp of the wine, set the glass to the side, and stand at the end of the bed: I step out of the skirt, my naked thighs framed by the lace of the stockings and the garter straps. David is instantly hard, his eyes right on the juncture of my legs. My pussy is bare - shaved and no panties to cover me. I pull the sweater off over my head, and reveal the corset. I'm no waif - I haven't been a size small since childhood and my breasts and hips and ass are all curvy plus. The corset amplifies my shape, pulling me in more at the waist and making the roundness of my hips more obvious. My breasts are pushed up and together by the bust line, my nipples almost showing at the lacy edge. Any insecurity or worry I might have had over my changing body, this corset does wonders to ease it - that and David's reaction. He is staring at me, eyes darting from legs to breasts to face and back down, trying to take it all in at once. "Holy shit," he finally says. "You look amazing." "So do you," I reply. "Now, time for you to finish your wine and stop talking. We're going to do something new tonight." I can see in his eyes that his brain is going a mile a minute trying to figure out what I mean. "I'm serious, no talking. Just do what I say," I tell him. His cock twitches at this, like he's enjoying me being a little bossy and it emboldens me to continue. "Get on your tummy, and close your eyes." He does, and I slowly climb up the bed, straddling over his ass. When I lower myself on his lower back, I know he can feel the wetness of my pussy by the way he gasps. I can't help moving a little on him, grinding, trying to ease the pressure that's already building. I moan a little and feel him pushing and squirming under me, as his erection grows, pinned. I take out some massage lotion and start rubbing his back, kneading over his shoulders, down his spine. As I get lower, I slowly move myself back so I'm straddling over his hips, then his upper thighs, and finally over his knees. My hands are stroking and squeezing his ass cheeks. I can feel him pushing down, as though pressing himself into the bed, and I know he must be hard as a rock. I keep massaging his ass cheeks and then, after a few minutes, I raise myself up off his legs and put my hand to the inside of one thigh and push outward, indicating for him to open his legs. He hesitates but then begins to move it. As he does, I lift my knee from the bed, and replace it inside his spread leg. Then I do the same on the other side, so that I'm kneeling between his spread legs, his ass in front of me, his eyes still closed, his chest to the bed. I return to massaging his ass. I can feel him clenching, and I know that in his head, he's thinking of all those videos he's watched, all the photos and stories, where at this point the wife would begin to tease the husband's asshole. I remove my hands from his cheeks, find the lube I put next to us on the bed, and squeeze some on to my finger tip. "Baby," I say, just barely a whisper. "I want to make you feel really good. I know you want me to. Reach back with both your hands and spread your ass cheeks for me." He tenses, doesn't move. "Baby, do it. Now." He does, his big hands coming back and pulling himself open. He moans, so loudly that it almost surprises me. "Fuck!" he says. "What ... why..." I lean forward, so my face comes close to his ears. "I watched your videos, on your tablet," I say, noticing that he squeezes his eyes - already closed - even tighter, like he's a little embarrassed. "And the photos. And the stories, too. I watched those women fucking their men, and I wanted to do it to you so badly that I had to cum just thinking about it. Then I went to the store, and I bought some treats - some ... toys. For us to play with. So, I want you to relax, and I'm going to put my finger in your ass, and when I think you're ready, I'm going to get one of the new toys, and I'm going to fuck you. Ok?" I lean back so I'm between his legs again, looking down at his ass, cheeks still spread by his own hands. David is silent. "Ok baby?" I ask again. And before he can answer, I put my lubed finger to his ass pucker, rubbing the lube up and down and around. I'm starting to get so wet and so aroused that I'm not sure I can last through the all the things I've just told him I'm going to do but to make this first time good, I know I have to. His ass is clenching, squeezing, relaxing, squeezing. I put my fingertip right to his tight hole and push, gently. I am shocked by the strength of his ass on my finger, the muscle working. I start slowly moving it in and out, a little deeper each time. David is no longer silent. He's moaning, groaning, practically begging. "Fuck. Fuck! Jesus baby, fuck me," he says. I slide my finger all the way in, then all the way out, repositioning two finger tips against his asshole. When I push both in, he bucks, pushing back against me, and begins to pull himself up onto all fours. When he does, I can see his cock dangling between his open thighs - it's huge, so hard I can see the veins on it. I see one of his hands tuck under, obviously intending to touch himself. "Don't! Don't touch, not yet. You're not going to cum yet, baby. I'm going to be fucking your ass when you cum, and not with just fingers." The words feel foreign in my mouth, my voice sounds strange in my ears - but exciting and new too. And David is loving me being bossy and telling him what to do: he immediately stops reaching for his cock, puts his hand back down on the bed and groans loudly. "Fuck baby, please," he says, his body swaying back and forth onto my hand. I slide my fingers out and tell him to stay where he is. I go over to the dresser and find the plug that I purchased at the store - a good "intermediate" toy, the clerk had suggested. I bring it back over, and hold it next to David's face. "Open your eyes," I say, and wait until he does. "I'm going to use this now." His eyes go wide, and he whispers, "fuck, please, fuck, oh my god." I get behind him again, lube the plug and then press the tip to his ass. It has a narrow tip, then widens in the middle - thicker than two fingers for sure - then narrows again, with a small handle on the end. I hook my fingers around the handle and push the toy against him. Finally the tip slips in, and his pucker slowly stretches, stretches, stretches to accommodate the largest width of the toy. The rest slides in easily, right to the handle. David grunts, bucks. His whole body is tense, waiting. "Get on your back, David," I tell him. He does, his eyes hooded and his hands clenching at the sheets. I crawl up next to him, kissing as I go ... his knee, his thigh, barest brush against his cock, his tummy, grazing his nipple, his neck, to his ear. I suck on his lobe for a minute, and finally whisper: "I can't wait to fuck the hell out of you. But I think I need a little ... relief ... first." Then I quickly move over him, straddling his face, my stockinged thighs on either side of his head, my pussy directly over him, my hands holding the headboard in front of me. I can feel myself so wet I'm nearly dripping and I'm tempted to stay like that over him until the first drip falls onto him, but my pussy is desperate, needy and overrides any patience I have left. I lower myself right on to his mouth, and he's instantly licking, sucking, sliding his tongue up inside me, fucking me with his face. My hips are thrusting now, rubbing my smooth pussy lips back and forth over his nose, his mouth, his chin. I'm so close to cumming. Suddenly I start talking, words pouring out of my mouth. "You like me playing with your ass don't you, baby," I say, and he starts licking harder, moaning. "You like me talking a little dirty don't you. You like my wet pussy on your face, you like that I'm fucking your mouth, you like my pussy juice covering you. You like knowing that after this, I'm going to put on a strap on and toy that's twice the size of that plug and I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to move when I'm done. You like knowing that I'm going to spread your legs, and get my toy cock up inside you till you're dripping cum on yourself." The more I talk, the harder and more furiously he licks. I'm so close to the edge when I suddenly feel his tongue concentrate on my clit, and he gets a hand between my legs, and slides two fingers up inside me. "Oh god! God, god, god, god, god, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!" I keep screaming and swearing and moaning and bucking, his tongue flicking at my clit and his fingers deep in my pussy. I can hear how wet I am by the sound his fingers make sliding in and out, so wet that there's no resistance when he adds a third finger. "FUCK!" I cum so hard I can barely move. "Keep licking," I tell him. "Lick my pussy clean so I can fuck you." I've never spoken to him like this but I like it, a lot. So does he. He licks, and sucks, and twirls his tongue over me till I think I might cum again if he continues. I move myself off him, and over to the edge of the bed, then walk over to the dresser again. I open the top drawer, and find the harness and strapon dildo I purchased. I've tried it on a few times since I bought it, so it's an easy job to slip it on over the stockings and garter. I turn around to face him, one hand already stroking lube onto the dildo. His eyes are no longer hooded and lustful - they are wide open, thrilled and shocked. "Oh my god," he whispers. I stand at the foot of the bed, stroking the toy with lube. "Move down here," I tell him. "Get your ass right to the edge of the bed, and your legs up." He does as I say. He knows what position I mean, we've often had sex like that with me on my back, legs up, at the edge of the bed, while he slides his cock into my pussy while standing. It's a high bed, and it lines up well. He's holding his legs behind his knees so his legs are wide and back. His cock is rigid against his belly, his balls tight, and his ass is still plugged. I reach down, stroke over his thighs and ass cheeks. I push on the plug and he moans. "Think you want more?" I ask him. "Yes, oh god, yes, yes, please." I reach to the plug's handle and slowly pull it out, easing it out, watching as his asshole stretches again over the widest part, noting that the dildo is wider again than even that, and much much longer. I'm suddenly champing at the bit to get this big toy inside him, to see what it does to him, to see what it looks like. I'm dripping wet again, the juice from my pussy starting to slide down past the harness straps on my inner thighs. "Fuck, you look so good," he says to me, his eyes travelling up and down me. I reach down to the bust of the corset and undo the first five or six hook-and-eye clasps so that it opens enough for my tits to be out, knowing he loves my nipples. "Jesus, fucking christ," he groans. I smile, move myself closer to him and use my hand to line the head of the toy cock up to his ass. He's moaning before I've even done anything and I watch his face as I start to push, slowly, so slowly, letting the realistic head of the toy do what it's supposed to and stretch him wide open. I keep pressing my hips forward, until finally the head is in, his ass closing tight around it. A Welcome Home Surprise Pt. 02 Thank you for all the feedback on Part 1 ... here's a new story of David and Christy, for those who said they'd like to hear more! ***** The dishes in the sink aren't going to clean themselves, I think to myself with a sigh. David and I had had a group of friends over for dinner the night before. The talking and laughing - and wine drinking - had gone on so late, that I didn't have the energy to do a single thing after everyone left. I'd just stacked everything to the side of the sink, and carried myself off to bed. Poor David had indulged in a few too many glasses of wine and was torn between needing to sleep and wanting to make love to me. Sleep won out. I didn't mind. We'd been having a pretty exciting time of it lately. After the "welcome home" surprise I'd given him after his last business trip a few weeks ago, we'd been pulling out the new toys every night or two. He was loving it and I was enthralled by his excitement and passion. I stand at the sink, slowly washing glasses and plates and cutlery, thinking back on particular moments and scenes from the last few times we'd enjoyed ourselves. If someone had asked me a month ago if the image of my husband on his knees in front of me, ass lubed up and ready for my strapon toy, would arouse me, I'd have laughed and thought they were joking. But it did arouse me. A lot. As my hands dip in and out of the soapy dishwater, I can't stop thinking about how much pleasure I've given him lately - and how much pleasure it gave me to be able to do so. He'd made a joke the day before, as we were getting ready for our guests, that maybe I should consider tying him up to make sure he did just what I wanted him to. I had grinned and quirked my eyebrows. "Hmm. Something to consider," I replied. And that's where my mind was beginning to wander. What would it be like to tie his wrists to the corners of the bed posts? To spread his legs open with some soft silky rope tied around his ankles? If he wasn't sleeping off the extra glasses of wine, I might just go in there and do it right now. At least he couldn't put up much of a fight in his current condition, I chuckle to myself. I'm so deeply in my own imagination that I don't hear David until he's right behind me and I suddenly feel his big warm hands cupping my ass. I'd like to say I'm wearing something wildly sexy but I've got on a big t-shirt, which hangs just past my ass, and plain white panties. Still, it doesn't seem to be bothering David. He always did enjoy simple things. "Good morning, baby," he says, nuzzing in at my neck, and squeezing harder at my ass. "I'm surprised you're up," I reply. "I was going to let you sleep all day if you wanted to." "How could I sleep all day, knowing you're in here half naked?" he says with a laugh in his voice. I turn my head towards his, craning to see his face while keeping my wet hands in the sink. "Well, you've got a point there. As it happens I was just pondering what I could do to you, totally naked in bed, in your weakened hangover state," I say and wink. "Figured I could maybe ... have you tied to the bed posts before you even knew what I was up to." His face freezes, but his eyes tell the truth - they light up like fires. When I feel his cock press into my rear, its hard length pressing along my ass crack, I know for sure he's excited by the idea. My hands have stopped washing, one plate still half in and half out of the water, my head turning to the side. He kisses me, hard, pressing again with his hips so I can feel him. "Funny," he says as his lips come away from mine. "It would seem you're the one in a slightly compromised position at the moment." He nods towards my hands in the sink, noting the fact that I haven't been able to properly turn around or move my body. I hadn't expected a turn of events like this, but I suddenly feel a pulse between my legs, a deep low throbbing hum in my abdomen. I nod, slowly, eyes pinned on his. "Yes," I say. "I think I am. Compromised, that is." "Christy," he says. "You've been fucking the hell out of me for weeks. I need to have you, right now." I nod, like I'm hypnotized. I pull my hands out of the water, dry them on a nearby cloth, and he immediately takes me by the hand and pulls me down the hall back to our bedroom. Once inside, he starts kissing me again, passionately, his tongue practically fucking my mouth the way he'd flick and press and thrust his tongue into my pussy. He grabs at the hem of my t-shirt, and yanks it up, tossing it aside. Next my panties, fast and quick, are pulled down my legs. He stands back a moment, looking at me. I may not have the perfect body but I know what he's thinking: perfect. In an instant, he's all over me, frantic, lips kissing along my neck, to my nipples, down my tummy, pushing my thighs to make me step wide enough to allow his face between my legs. In a minute, I'm cumming hard, his tongue lapping between my pussy lips, his nose pressing against my clit. He's not holding back at all. He's wound up like a man who's been starving for weeks, months, years. I love the feel of his head between my legs, his moans trembling out through my pussy. "Jesus, David! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" I'm bucking and pressing into him now, cumming hard and fast. I can feel my wetness, so much of it now that half is slipping past his open mouth and dribbling along the insides of my thighs, on his cheeks, and chin. Suddenly he's on his feet again and I can feel myself beginning to tremble, like my legs won't hold me for much longer. "Get on the bed," he says. "On your tummy. Now." I haven't heard his voice this dominant and intense in weeks. I'm so overwhelmed in my arousal that I don't even think twice about what he's said and immediately follow his instructions. "So you thought about tieing me up?" he says. "You will, I need you to. But not right now. First I'm going to tie you up, so you know how it feels, what I want, what I need. I'm going to tie you up and I'm going to fuck your ass and I'm going to make you beg me to do it." That freezes me for a second. Despite our recent forays into ass play with him, he's never tried to do the same to me, not in all the years we've been married. Sure, it came up as a topic a few times when we were younger but I'd always said no, I wasn't interested. I'd heard too many stories of how much it hurt from girlfriends, and couldn't even begin to imagine why anyone would want to. But now ... well, David enjoyed it a lot. More than I ever would have expected. If he did, wasn't there a good chance I would too? I am suddenly overwhelmed by the idea, so aroused I can feel my throbbing heart beat through my pussy. Involuntarily, my ass tightens up, my cheeks squeezing together. David notices it immediately. "Oh you like that idea? Good." I don't respond. I am tongue-tied, suddenly desperate for him to start doing whatever he was going to do. I keep my eyes shut tight, and listen to him as he moves around the room. Suddenly I feel him take one wrist and I look up to see him with a long length of black silk. He knots it around my wrist, and then pulls it snug to the bed post on the same side. He circles around the bed and repeats it on the second side. The ties are snug but not uncomfortable. There's certainly no way I can get out of them, and I have limited movement, even with my legs free. He climbs up on the bed behind me, and I feel his hands grip at my hips and pull me upwards. "On your knees," he says. My head has to stay low, turned to one side, to accomdate the tied wrists. My tits are pressed to the bed too, and only my tummy and ass are lifted up at an angle behind me. I've been in this kind of position before, but not restrained. Suddenly I feel more exposed and naked than I ever have before. He moves so that I can see him. "Baby," he starts. "Fucking hell, you look so good like this. I've wanted to do this for a really long time. And later, I want you to do it to me, ok?" I nod, still hypnotized. "Do you like this? Are you ok?" he says, checking in. I can tell that my silence is suddenly disconcerting. "I like it very much, David. Don't stop. Please." He grins, nods, and reaches down to the side of the bed. He pulls up a very tiny plug. I only know what it is because I'd looked at a variety of them when I went to the toy store during his business trip. "We're going to do some anal training. It would be better to do this over a period of time, a few days or a couple weeks but ... fuck, I don't think I can wait now. But I'll get you ready for it before I fuck you, ok?" He shows me the small plug. Then brings out two more, each the same size and style but bigger and bigger. The last one looks about the width - though shorter - than his own cock. I can feel my ass tightening and clenching and my pussy getting wetter. I suddenly want this more than I'd ever thought I would. "I'll start with this little one, then the medium one, then the large one. Then I'm going to slide my cock into you. Then I'm going to cum in your ass." My eyes flutter, I feel so aroused I might pass out from it. "You like that idea, don't you," he says. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's getting incredibly worked up. As much as he loves it when I'm dominant over him, he clearly has his own dominant streak - and I'm loving both sides of this new adventure with him. "Yes, David. I do. Please. Don't make me wait. Just ... please, please start." He moves behind me, and for a few minutes I don't feel anything but his breath close to me. The anticiptaion is making me drip, every muscle in my lower body tensed and waiting. Finally his tongue presses in at my clit, and I jump, howling and moaning. "FUCK!!" Before I can get accustomed to it, though, he starts licking upwards, along my pussy lips, further and further up till he's just about at the spot where normally he'd stop. But he doesn't stop. His tongue continues up, and flicks over my ass pucker. Jesus Christ. I've never felt anything like it. He puts his hands on either cheeks - I do have a rather large round ass after all - and pulls me open to get in further, his tongue now pressing right in, the tip firm and hot and wet against my little hole. Before I know what's happening, I feel him slide two fingers inside my pussy, and start slowly pumping. His tongue matches the speed. It takes about 30 seconds and I'm cumming hard. "DAVID!! FUCK, oh my god, baby, fuck, your tongue feels so good, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, DON'T STOP!" I'm wild now, I don't even know what I'm saying. I feel his tongue lift off for one second and I'm about to protest but I feel a sudden pressure at the spot where his tongue has left me wet. I realize he's got the first plug and he's slowly pushing it in. "Baby, oh god," I say. He's obviously lubed it up a little and it slips in quickly. It feels strange, different, an odd fullness - but combined with his fingers in my pussy, I know I'm on the verge of cumming again. I latch on to something he said earlier, and get my brain organized enough to ask. "Anal training? For a few weeks? But ... I didn't do anything like that to you? I just used the one plug and then ...that big toy? Was that wrong? Did I ... hurt you?" I ask, suddenly afraid that I went too fast. "No" he replies, his voice heavy with lust. "I had my own plugs I'd been using for a while, baby. I was already ready for you." The idea of him playing on his own, masturbating with his ass filled and his hand on his own cock, sends me through the erotic roof and I suddenly cum hard, bucking again, my hips straining to push back against his hand. "Really? Jesus, David. That's so ... hot, that's so exciting." He chuckles, low and quietly, his fingers still pumping into me. "I wasn't sure what you'd think of it so ... I never mentioned it. I'm so glad you found my porn history," he says. "Shit, never thought I'd say those words." While he talks, he keeps fingering me, the plug in my ass, his other hand stroking over my ass cheek. Suddenly he says: Enough talking, baby. You need fucking. I arch and moan and his hand lifts up off my ass and comes down with a spank across my cheek. It stings but feels good, and the edge of his hand connects with the plug, making it move inside me and sending a jolt of electricity through me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, oh god, oh god!" I seem incapable of intelligent thought, and jsut keep up a steady stream of swearing, as he keeps fingering me. "I'm going to jump ahead a little," he says. "And use the big plug next. Let's see how you do." "Yes, fuck, yes. Use it baby. Fuck, put it in my ass." I'm wanton and out of control. I want that plug badly, but even more, I want his cock. He slides the small one out, and the feeling of it sliding out sends me into another orgasm. "Oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhh ohhhhh oohhhhhhh, FUCK!" Before I can even come down from it, he's got the big plug - also lubed — sliding into my hole. "Uhhhgggg, hmmm, unnnggggggg." I know the noises coming out of my mouth sound practically animal at this point, but I'm so lost to the sensation of it that I don't care. I'm pushing back against him, feeling myself stretched over the largest part of the plug. It feels amazing, and when it slides home, I think I'll go crazy with the feel of it. "DAVID! Fuck, I need you. I need you. Fuck me please!!" He pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and I can feel is cock head lining up between my pussy lips. Without slowing, he plunges into my dripping pussy. I'm so wet there's no resistance. He groans. "Shit, Christy, you feel tighter with your ass plugged, fuck this is so good," he keeps pumping me, harder and harder, a loud smacking noise each time his hips connect with my ass cheeks. The plug must be pushing down on his cock because every time he slides into me, it feels like he's rubbing harder against my gspot than he would normally in this position. I've had a few gspot orgasms, but not many ... still I recognize the feeling as it builds. "David, fuck, fuck, fuck, keep going, harder, fuck me harder!" Suddenly I feel a release, and my legs are shuddering under me, wetness pouring out of me. "Fuck, Christy, fuck I think you just squirted all over me." I'm so lost in the sensations that I can barely feel the rush of wetness between us. It feels like a lot, pouring out of me as he keeps pumping with his cock. "David, please, fuck, please. I need your cock in my ass now. NOW." He doesn't need to be asked twice. He pulls out of me, and grabs the end of the plug and slides it out. The lube from the plug makes me feel slick and I know his cock is coated in my pussy juice. He lines his cock head up to my asshole and then puts one hand on each hip. "You're ready?" he asks. But it's more like a demand than a question and before I can say anything he starts pushing forward into me. "Oh god oh god oooooohhhhhhhhh GOD!" He is much bigger than the big plug, bigger than he's ever felt in my pussy. I can feel my asshole stretching around his shaft, being filled up. He slides slowly all the way in, till the fronts of his hips are pressed tight to me. I'm shaking, vibrating, getting used to the feel of him. "Do you love my cock in your sweet ass, baby? Do you? Tell me how much you love my big cock in your tight virgin ass? It feels so fucking good, so fucking goddamn good." I groan, I barely seem able to speak.
 "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I love it. Fuck me fuck me fuck me. Fuck my ass baby, fuck me!" He starts thrusting, pulling out halfway then sliding home again. I can feel an orgasm building again, different, uncontrollable. This feels so good, I feel so full, and ... naughty, too. It feels wild and naughty and erotic to have his thick cock inside my ass, so much better than I thought it would be. "I'm going to cum, David, I'm going to cum, I'm going to ..." And then it hits me, a huge orgasm shaking through me. At the same time, I feel his cock get a little harder, a little bigger, just like it does before he's going to cum and the idea of him cumming in my ass sends me higher still. "FUCK!!" We're both swearing and screaming and groaning at the same time, him fucking into me, me pumping backwards onto his shaft, cumming hard together. It takes another 30 seconds for him to finish completely, for his thrusts to slow. He leans over me, resting and I slowly let my knees slide backwards so I lower to the bed. He stays inside me, laying over me, kissing my back. After a minute or two of silence, I finally am able to speak. "David. That was ... oh my god. That was incredible." I can feel him smiling against my back. "Good. I plan to do it on a regular basis now," he says with a laugh. I laugh with him. "That works out well. I was just thinking that I plan to ask for it on a regular basis now. You know, it felt great having your fingers in me and the plug, like being fucked in both at the same time. Too bad you don't have two cocks," I say with another laugh. He's quiet for a minute. "I don't have two cocks but ... it's not outside the realm of possibility to ... well ... find another willing cock." A spike of thrill and nerves shoot through me. I reply with a "hmmmm". "That's not a no," he says. "It's not exactly a yes, either," I reply. "But ... it's an interesting idea. Maybe." "Yes, maybe," he says. "Listen, we'd better go get something to eat. I need your energy up if you're going to tie me up later and do to me what I just did to you." "True. Get off me then," I say, and as I feel him slide out of me I think I could almost cum again if I wanted to. "Jesus, David, that feels so good." "I wonder if it tastes good, too," he says. And, still tied, now laying on my tummy, I feel his head dip down and lick across my tender ass. "Tastes incredible," he says, low and lusty again. "Breakfast can wait." A Welcome Home Surprise "FUCK FUCK FUCK," he says, over and over and over again. I don't pause, but keep pushing forward slowly. His eyes clench up tight, and he's moaning. I notice a drip of cum on his cock, and then another and another, till there's a small puddle of cum on his belly. I keep pushing until he's taken the whole length of it, and my hips are nestled tight between his legs. "You like, baby?" I ask, smiling. "Oh fuck, yes," he says. "What should I do now?" I ask, teasing. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass, fuck me hard, fuck me baby." So I do, I start stroking, slowly, in and out, adding a little lube to make him sloppy wet, stroking faster and faster. Eventually I'm thrusting and pumping into him as hard and as fast as he would fuck my pussy if the roles were reversed. He looks so good under me, so aroused and excited and overwhelmed. I wish his cock could be inside me at the same time as I fuck his ass with the toy - an idea for next time maybe, I think to myself. "I need to cum, I need to cum," he says. I reach forward between his legs, continuing to pump, and grab his cock in my hand. I stroke up once, twice, a third time and then he cums so hard and so suddenly that it shoots up to his chest, his neck, even onto his chin. "OHHHHH FUUUUUCK!" He keeps cumming, longer than I've ever seen him cum before, and after a minute I slowly slide the toy out of his ass, undo the harness and step out of it. I climb up next to him on the bed, and lay next to him, smiling, while he catches his breath. "Was it a good surprise?" I ask. "Holy shit. Yes, it was the best surprise ever," he says with a laugh. "Good. So you won't mind if I try out a few more things that I saw in your video selections?" I can see him suddenly trying to think back to what videos he might have looked at, and getting suddenly nervous. "Like what things," he says. "Oh, just this and that. Another time," I say. "Now, I need to cum again ... help me out?" We laugh together, and he rolls over, his head dipping down between my legs. "David, oh fuck David. I love you." I think he says "I love you too" but between my own moaning and the muffled sound of his words with his tongue in my pussy, I'm not entirely sure. I lay back, and let him slide his fingers inside me again.