Games with my wife

One fine day, coming home from work, my wife asked me how my little ass was doing.

"Okay," I thought, "the strap-on again."

We bought the strap-on quite a while ago, we even tried it a few times; my beloved really wanted to try what it was like to fuck a man, or more precisely, me, her hubby. It didn't bring me much pleasure, but for her, seeing her eyes shining with the feeling of possessing her man completely, I was willing to endure a little to give her that joy occasionally. So I had to say that my little ass was doing fine and if she wanted, it was at her full disposal that evening.

She practically blossomed, kissed me, and leaning towards my ear, said mysteriously:

"I've thought up a little game, just promise you'll do everything I want."

"Well, well, this is getting interesting," I thought.

And I said that if there was nothing terrible or awful in it, then I promised. If only I had known what she had in mind.

In the evening, sending me to bed with the order:

"Get undressed and wait."

She ran off to the bathroom; she was gone for about fifteen minutes, and during that time I thought of all sorts of things, my cock was hard as a rock. And then my wife enters in black stockings, wearing the strap-on, and in her hands are the other attachments for it. I should say that we bought a universal strap-on with interchangeable attachments, and we bought three of them at once, one bigger than the other; she insisted, saying, what if you like it, so we won't have to run out and buy more later. Putting the attachments on the bed, she smiled and asked if I had changed my mind about my promise. I proudly replied that I keep my promises, and she knows that well. Turning me onto my stomach, she began kissing my little ass, occasionally touching my anus with her tongue. This aroused me more and more, and I tried to grab her with my hands, but she wouldn't allow it, saying that today she would do everything herself and without my help. Gradually screwing her tongue into my ass, she drove me wild, knowing that I liked such caresses, she used that (I later found out that this was exactly the plan).

After thoroughly wetting everything with saliva, she inserted a finger into me, wiggled it a bit, pulled it out, ran her tongue over it again, inserted her finger again; such alternations kept speeding up until at some point I realized there weren't one, but three or four fingers in my ass. Suddenly, she said:

"Get on your knees."

And I thought: "Well, there goes all the fun."

As I said, the strap-on didn't appeal to me much, unlike her tongue and finger. Getting on my knees, I heard:

"Face me."

I turned and saw the strap-on right in front of my face, persistently trying to get into my mouth. So that's what she had in mind. I opened my mouth and heard.

"Well, little slut, now you know what it's like to suck a cock."

I was surprised to hear my wife's voice, usually soft, now authoritative and strict.

"Suck deeper," my wife said roughly.

And with these words, she began to push my head onto this cock, she kept increasing the speed and depth, the cock was already hitting my throat, but she had no intention of stopping. I tried to pull away, but no such luck. Grabbing my hair with both hands, she didn't let me go, continuing to pound the cock into my throat, and it surprisingly slipped easily somewhere into my larynx. My face was pressed against her stomach, and the strap-on's balls against my chin. Pulling the cock out, she said:

"Well, how do you like it when you're fucked so deep in the mouth, and this is just the beginning," and with these words, she continued to fuck my mouth.

The strangest thing was that I liked all of it, and more and more so. I was glad for the circumstance that she had taken the smallest cock of the three; they were the same in length, about twenty to twenty-five centimeters, but in thickness, each subsequent one was twice and three times thicker than the first. Pulling the cock out of my throat once again, my wife began slapping my face, my lips with it, saying:

"Well, my slut, do you like it?"

Since she alternated the slapping with shoving the cock into my mouth, I couldn't answer, but she didn't need my answer anyway. Bending my head back, she asked:

"Well, slut, are you still keeping your promise?"

I just nodded. My wife pulled a bag from under the bed, threw it to me, and said:

"Then put it on, and quickly."

In the bag were red stockings and lace thongs of the same color. Somehow putting it all on, I stood in front of my wife, not knowing what to do next, and felt like a real slut, especially since my equipment didn't fit in the thongs—my balls hung to the side, and my erect cock stuck out from the top.

"Well, now you really look like a slut," my wife stated, and ordered, "get on all fours, now I'm going to fuck your little ass, and try to flinch, slut."

Getting on my knees, I felt lube being applied to my ass, then the cock pressed against my anus, my wife pushed sharply, and it slipped in. I almost screamed, the pain was wild; I tried to jump away, but it didn't work—there was a wardrobe in front, and my wife was holding me firmly from behind.

"What, slut, did you think we'd use the same one as for the mouth? No, I took the biggest one; we had to break your cherry, didn't we? That little one is like one or two fingers. It's nothing, slut, you'll endure it, you're my patient one, right?"

"Well, slut, do you like it?"

The speed, depth, and force of the thrusts changed, and I was surprised to notice that I liked it; warmth was building up and some other incomprehensible feeling, as if I were getting a blowjob from the inside of the cock. Spitting on everything, I completely focused on this. After some time, I caught myself starting to thrust back at my wife like a total bitch, moaning and asking for more, harder, deeper. My wife suddenly pulled the cock out, slapped my ass, and with a swing, shoved it back in; it felt like something exploded inside me. I had never experienced such a high in my life. She began repeating this with every movement—pulling out, slapping, thrusting in—and I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside with pleasure. I don't know how long it lasted; I simply fell out of reality. Suddenly I realized I was lying on my back, pressing my knees to my chest, and my wife, having removed the strap-on, was sitting on my cock with her back to me, simultaneously thrusting the cock into my ass with her hands. She was riding me, fucking my ass in sync with her movements while holding the cock in her hands. Naturally, this couldn't last long, and I came. God, I had never come like that in my life. A little more and I would have lost consciousness. Opening my eyes, I saw my wife's pussy right above my face and heard an angry voice:

"Bitch, I haven't come yet, and you already dared, slut? So come on, continue with your tongue until I come."

And she sat her pussy on my face. I happily inserted my tongue into her vagina, and she came.

I had completely forgotten that I had come inside my wife, and now all of it was pouring into my mouth, mixed with her juices. There was so much of it all that I almost choked, but I had never tasted a more delightful cocktail. My wife, waiting until I drank everything and licked up the remains around her vagina, lay down next to me and said:

"Well, shall we repeat this sometime? I came about ten times while I was fucking you."

I just nodded in agreement. She added:

"I have many more ideas for such games with my little slut."