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Debbie's Descent Ch. 01

By: SteveBigg1



I should never have done it.

Debbie and I were married when we were young. She was 19; I was 20. Although neither of us had much prior sexual experience, we enjoyed frequent and very pleasurable encounters. But something was missing. After several years, sex became... well... routine.

Debbie is aging well. She's 5 feet, 4 inches tall. She has long, silky, brunette hair that falls well past her shoulders. With sparkling brown eyes and a dark complexion, she has a very exotic look.

Debbie weighs 10 pounds less than she did in high school, and she works hard to stay in shape. A fitness nut, she goes to a spinning class three times long bike rides and loves to work out. She's shapely, too, with luscious 34DD breasts that are as firm as they day I met her.

When Debbie's 30th birthday was just around the corner, it hit me: I could get her some sex toys, and treat it like an innocent joke, but find a way to spice up our love life. But what? And how to purchase something like that?

While surfing online one day and enjoying a new web site, I realized what would make the perfect gift - or so I thought. A dildo. And not just a toy... a giant-size, life-like black cock. I smiled with self-satisfaction at the idea, and proceeded to order one online. The credit card statement wouldn't arrive in the mail until long after her birthday.

I thought this was an especially good idea, because I had heard Debbie comment about some of the men at the gym. She never failed to notice when a new black guy showed up. She would describe them and their muscular build, and even tell me about their workout routine. A few times, I asked if she had flirted with her new "friend." She would laugh and say, "No, silly. I'm married - I don't go to the gym to pick up men. It's just that he was really in shape..."

I had no reason to believe that Debbie was being unfaithful to me. But I began to fantasize about it. I began to imagine her sneaking off with one of the men she observed for an illicit rendezvous. It really excited me to think about watching her with another man - especially a black man. But after several casual attempts to introduce the subject and getting brushed off, I gave up talking with her about it. Until her birthday.

I made it a point to go home for lunch every day the next week, checking the mailbox on my way in. On the day the package arrived, I examined the merchandise, and thought it was perfect. The dildo was indeed life-like, as promised. Although it was room temperature and obviously cooler than a real penis would be, the texture was amazingly like real skin. It was large, alright - 11 inches long, and I could barely get my hand around the girth. My own cock is about 8 inches hard, and firly thick, but noticably smaller than this, I thought. I immediately gift wrapped it in a festive paper I purchased just for the occasion, and hid it in my closet.

Debbie's birthday arrived, and I could hardly wait. We enjoyed breakfast and parted for the day. After work, we went to Larry and Gwen's home for cake with several other couples. We all enjoyed watching Debbie open a series of hilarious "30-and-over-the-hill" gifts. As the laughter subsided, the party began to break up. We excused ourselves politely.

As we walked to the car, Debbie was smiling. "That was a lot of fun. Thanks for planning this," she said. "The fun isn't over quite yet," I responded. Debbie flashed a big smile at me. "What's that supposed to mean," she asked with a grin. "I have one more present for you, but it's at home."

I unlocked her door and Debbie got into the car. As she sat down, she gave my bulge a playful squeeze with her right hand. "Isn't my present right here?" I gently took her hand, squeezed it, and whispered loudly, "later, yes, but there's more."

The car was quiet as we drove the few blocks to our house. I had set the stereo on a timer, and it was playing romantic music softly as we entered the house. As Debbie excused herself to change clothes, I lit candles in the bedroom and retrieved her present from my closet, placing it in the middle of the king-size bed.

She entered the room, glowing and wearing a not-too-revealing silk nightshirt. "Ooooooooh," she said, a big smile on her face. "Is this for me, too?" 

"Happy birthday, sweetie," I said. "This is for you. I hope you like it."

Debbie picked up the box and shook it gently, but that gave her no clue. She gingerly untied the bow and began to peel off the paper. I tensed up as she unwrapped the gift, hoping I hadn't gone too far. As she realized what the package contained, she sucked in a big breath, slowly. "Ohhhhhhh my god," she whimpered quietly. She stared at her present, still in the box.

"Is that a good 'Oh my god,' or a bad 'Oh my god'," I asked, quietly. I was really worried that I had done something that would repulse her or make Debbie think I was crazy.

There was a long silence. A really long silence. Debbie turned and looked at me with a look I could only describe as a combination of seductive and excited. I know now how to describe that look in much more specific terms.

"Ohhhhhh, honey, I love it! This is going to be fun," she gushed. "Can I take it out of the box right now?"

Breathing a huge sigh of relief, I responded, "Yes, of course, it's only your birthday for a few more hours."

She opened the box and carefully pulled out the gigantic black cock dildo. Setting the box aside, she held it in both hands, as if to guess its size. "God, it's biiiiiig," she said in a hushed whisper. She continued to stare at the toy, moving her hands slowly, deliberately, over the length and girth.

Then, suddenly, she pointed the tip upward and brought it to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and ran it all over the smooth dildo cockhead before opening her mouth. She pursed her lips and sucked on the tip. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like she was trying to push her tongue into the peehole. What happened next amazed me. 

Debbie closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider. She pushed two or three inches of the fat, black dick into her mouth and sucked - hard. Her cheeks hollowed. Then she broke the seal of her lips and somehow managed to slither her tongue out between her bottom lip and the shaft of that massive dildo. Eyes still closed, she began to work the dildo in and out of her mouth, sucking and slurping noisily, working the first few inches in and out between her lips.

After about 30 seconds, which seemed to me like an eternity at the time, Debbie pulled the fake cock out of her mouth and opened her eyes. When she turned her gaze to me, it was as if she didn't even see me. Suddenly, it seemed that she snapped back into reality. As she laid the dildo on the bed, I noticed how wet and shiny the tip was, coated with her saliva.

Debbie pushed me back on the bed. "Thanks for the present, lover," she said. There was a look of lust in my wife's eyes I had never seen before.

Debbie's Descent Ch. 02



As she pushed me back onto the bed, Debbie sank to her knees between my legs. I felt her hands undoing my belt and tugging my pants down. I cooperated as best I knew how, hoping that the look of sexual hunger I had just seen in her eyes was leading where I thought it was.

In our entire married life, I think Debbie had given me six or seven full-fledged blowjobs. It wasn't that she hated sucking my cock. She just didn't seem all that enthusiastic about it, except when she was really aroused. When I somehow managed to get her really hot, I could count on a deep throating second to none. Even then, however, she had only let me cum in her mouth twice – and once was by accident. 

As she pulled my khakis off, my erection was obvious. My cock was straining at the fabric of my boxer briefs, and there was a large, dark precum stain where the tip of my dick was oozing already. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned quietly. "I was hoping I might find something to eat."

I groaned unintelligibly, almost totally overwhelmed with the prospect of having my throbbing cock sucked by this incredibly sexy woman. Debbie ran both her hands gently up the inside of my thighs, giving me the shivers. Then one hand gave my cock a long, slow squeeze. I moaned again as she grasped my aching tool. "That feels sooooooo good," I managed to whisper.

Debbie used both hands, gently pulling the fly open and reaching in with her fingers to extract my cock from my underwear. When she had the entire length of my shaft exposed, her right hand closed around it and slowly pumped up and down. "What am I doing?" she whispered softly. "Talk dirty to me."

I winced, just a little uncomfortable at the idea of talking nasty to Debbie. That was a new request. Oh, I knew just what to say, but I was worried that I might come on too strong for her and ruin the moment. I gulped and thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained. "You're stroking my cock," I said quietly, awaiting her reaction.

Silence. But she continued her excruciatingly slow movements, working her fist up the shaft, letting her fingers dance around the crown, then re-gripping and slowly working her way down to the base. I could hear her breathing now, and I almost believed I could feel my own pulse in her grip as the blood engorged my cock, making it throb more than I even thought possible.

Finally, she broke the stillness. "Tell me what you want," she said, as she continued to work my meat in her delicate hand. I looked down at her. Debbie's sparkling eyes were staring at my cock. She watched intently as she moved her hand up and down, over and over. It was as if she were in a trance. I figured now was my chance.

"I want you to use your mouth," I said. Suddenly her hand stopped. "No, talk dirty to me," she said quietly. "Tell me what you want, but be nasssssssty about it." It was as if she was reading my mind.

"I want you to suck my cock. I want to feel it when you swallow my cock all the way down." "Yesssssssssssssss," she hissed. Almost immediately, she moved up so her face was right in front of my aching pole. Using her fist at the base, she began kissing my cock head gently with her lips pursed. Then another first. She stuck out her tongue and began tapping my cock against it. I groaned again as I felt her rub the head of my dick over her outstretched tongue, the warm wetness spreading all over the head and top part of the shaft.

She stopped and whispered loudly, "keep talking dirty to me. What am I doing now?" She wanted me to narrate. "You're slapping my big dick against your tongue," I said. "And you're getting ready to suck it into your hot mouth," I added, hoping that wasn't too predictable.

"Mmmmpppphhhhhhhh…" was all I heard as my incredibly sexy wife opened her mouth wide and engulfed the first three inches of my straining cock. I shuddered, and sat halfway up, a low moan escaping my lips as I watched her. Debbie's dark eyes flashed up at me for a moment, then rolled back, fluttered and then closed, and I knew what was coming next. 

She worked her mouth up and down, right hand still encircling the base of my hard meat. Drool was running out both corners of her mouth and flowing down onto my swollen balls as she slurped and sucked. She backed off just long enough to bathe the head of my dick briefly with her tongue, using a swirling motion. "Tell me what you want, lover," she said in a voice huskier than usual. Then she opened wide again, slid her tongue out and eased her open mouth down over the crown. 

I started to respond, and my voice cracked. "Ssss…" was all I managed to get out as I watched her lips working lower and lower down my thick shaft until she released her hand and sank all the way to the base. My words turned into a long "unnnnhhhhhhhhhhh" as she twisted her head from side to side, her throat muscles rippling against my throbbing pole. 

Debbie slowly brought her head up again, releasing my cock from her mouth. She made no effort to conceal the stringy stands of throat goo that connected her lips to my cock. Instead, she grasped my sticky, wet shaft in her hand and began to pump her fist up and down. The noise her fingers made as they spread the slippery saliva up and down was incredibly hot. Eyes fixed on my cock, she whispered slowly, "Tell me… tell me what you want me to do."

I couldn't help myself. Any hope of resisting had disappeared when she deep throated me. I didn't care now if my words were too nasty or scary. I knew what I wanted, and she was asking me to reveal my desires. "Suck my cock, baby. I want you to suck my cock dry. Swallow it down deep like that again, over and over and make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow my load."

Debbie didn't say a word. She simply opened her mouth again and slowly sucked about half my cock into her mouth. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled, as if she had second thoughts. I was terrified that I had gone too far when she pulled back, my dick slipping from between her lips. 

"Push my head down," she moaned, her eyes never leaving my cock. I almost came when she said this. Without another word, she inserted my slimy dick back into her mouth. I reached down with both hands and ran my fingers through her silky hair as she sucked, bobbing up and down on the tip of my engorged tool. 

"Hrdr… psh mmma hdd dunn," she groaned, her words muffled by the cock in her mouth. My mouth dropped open as my hands gripped her hair in two tight fists. I tugged, and she responded, letting my cock slide into her throat. She held her head motionless somehow, and I began to guide her. 

I used her hair like reins, pulling steadily, and shivering again when her mouth and throat were full of hard cock meat. I yanked her back up, and she followed my lead. I could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose, and was shocked that she didn't back away. Over and over again, I pulled her all the way down, sinking my dick as deep into her throat as I could.

My balls began to churn, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. In a moment of weakness, I pulled Debbie's mouth all the way off my cock. The head and shaft were shiny with her spittle. My balls were soaked. She gasped and cleared her throat, thick strands of frothy spit hanging from her chin. "I want to cum in your mouth," I said, almost matter-of-factly. "Cummmmmmmmmm," she moaned quietly in response. She was still staring at my cock.

Using both hands, I pulled her face toward my massive hard-on. Her mouth opened and I pulled her down slowly, steadily, until I could feel the head of my cock slide into her incredibly tight throat again. Lower and lower, her red lips stretched tightly around my shaft until I could feel them pressing at the very base again. I bucked my hips, trying to drive my cock even deeper. Debbie moaned, and the vibrations she sent through my cock and balls triggered a huge orgasm.

I felt my balls contracting, sending a huge spurt of semen up the shaft, spewing into her throat. Again and again, my balls spasmed, flooding Debbie's throat with a record amount of spunk. I felt her neck muscles squeezing my prick as she swallowed somehow. After spurting eight or ten ropes, I released her hair, and she almost fell backward. Her mouth came off my cock with an audible "pop" noise. But as soon as my dick was free, she leaned in close again and began licking the oozing cum, lapping at my cock and balls like a milk-starved kitten.

I was sweating profusely. My heart was pounding. I was breathing heavily. All I could manage to say was, "Ohhhh my god that was good." Debbie continued running her tongue over me, cleaning up every sign of my release. She finally leaned back, licking her lips. Our eyes locked, and she winked at me.

"That was really hot, lover," she said. "Thanks for the special presents tonight. I've had a wonderful birthday." She stood up and walked to the bathroom. As I lay panting and exhausted on the bed, I watched my hottie wife's ass swaying as she moved across the carpeted room. I could hardly believe what had just happened. 

And I had no idea that this was only the beginning.

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