I had been online most of the afternoon reading other people’s fantasies and getting so horny by them. Wendy, my wife, was at work this afternoon, so I didn’t feel the least bit shy about it. She was a southern girl, God-fearing, prim and proper. But damn she was beautiful. 5’8″, strawberry-blonde hair, with 38B-26-36 measurements. I was lucky if we had sex in any other position than the missionary possition. I on the other hand am downright kinky and actually like guys as much as I do girls. I was afraid, though, to be with guys because of my reputation and because I was afraid to get something. So most of the time, I resorted to masturbating and fingering myself.
After reading fantasies for about two hours, I couldn’t take it anymore and needed some release. I started to do my usual routine of masturbating, fingering my ass with one hand and masturbating with the other, then a thought hit me. I looked over at the bathroom sink and saw my wife’s electric toothbrush. I thought to myself, “Well that thing vibrates pretty well.” Then I thought, “Damn, I forgot to do the dishes.” Instead of loosing my mood, I decided to get a little kinkier. I took a little lotion and lubed my ass, then I grabbed a pair of my wife’s black panties. I carefully inserted the toothbrush and turned it on. Fuck, that feels good. Then I slowly slid her panties up and around my waist to hold the toothbrush in place.
I went to the kitchen and started rinsing the dishes. I was getting so hot with the toothbrush in my ass and imagining a guy taking my ass while I was washing the dishes. Just before finishing the dishes, my wife came home early. Our garage door opens with a clear view of the kitchen sink. I was caught red handed. Her jaw dropped and we both froze, the toothbrush still vibrating in my ass and my cock rock hard extended over the sink.
Wendy walked over to me, now with a devious grin on her face. She stepped behind me and rubbed my ass. “These look good on you, baby.” She said referring to the panties. I turned around, shocked, and said, “You’re not mad?” “No, silly,” she replied, “why would I be mad? I can’t be mad at you for giving into your desires. And here’s a little secret,” she said coyly, “I’ve had similar temptations.” “What do you mean?” I asked, still in shock. “Well, let’s just say I’ve wanted to see you like this for quite some time now.” Our roles as husband and wife had been a little reversed ever since we started dating. I just dismissed it as our age difference because she was five years my senior and she never let on that she might be a little gay. Turns out I was wrong.
She reached behind me and began to slowly pull the toothbrush out of me and then she pushed it back. My eyes rolled back and I closed my eyes. She let out a pleased moan as she saw that she was giving me pleasure. She began pulling and pushing faster. “My, baby,” she said, “you sure do have your little manpussy worked up pretty well.” My body began to quiver and I felt a ball of energy forming in my stomach, the kind you get when you’re really nervous before a big speech. She bent in and kissed me and I felt that energy from my stomach explode out and rush over my body to the tips of my fingers and toes. When the feeling subsided, I opened my eyes. Supprisingly, I hadn’t cum. Wendy had this huge grin on her face and was laughing, knowing that she just made me orgasm like a woman.
“Come on,” she said as she led me upstairs to the bedroom with the toothbrush still in my ass and her panties still around my waist.
More to come….