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Mistress Jennie October 2, October 2, Fiction. I had the house to myself for the entire morning, a rarity anymore, and I was finally able to spend plenty of time in front of the computer searching my favorite porn sites. On a day like this, when I know my wife will be gone for hours and there is no chance of being disturbed, I like to take my time with things. I grab my lube, strip down and watch video after video, browse through stories, look at pictures, and try to make my pleasure last as long as possible. Of course, the longer this time lasts, the more I begin to indulge my dirtier fetishes.

Things always start relatively tame. The traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it goes. And then I get to my biggest fetish, the one I try to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I dated. Strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. And as I watched more of these videos, I experimented a little by myself. Trying a finger here. A second finger there. Then a vibrator. When I was single and lived alone I even owned a slim dildo that, on rare, deprived occasions, I would use on myself.

I need to find out what it actually feels like to have someone else in control. I had a website saved where I had in the past bought videos and the other small toys. I would get extremely horny watching these videos and go to the site. I would scan through the pictures of strap-on dildos they had for sale. But as soon as I found one I was interested in, I would come to my senses and close the without ordering. But today, something was different today. I had reached the point of no return, apparently.

Maybe it was that it had been so long since I had this amount of free time to spend looking at porn. Maybe I had thought about this fantasy for too long and my subconscious got tired of wondering. It was so fast and easy since my credit card information was saved from past purchases. And from there I went about my browsing and finished my alone time. Of course, once back to my senses, reality hit me.

I just purchased a strap-on dildo and had it shipped to my house. The house where I lived with my wife! How would I explain this to her? As I began to calm down I realized this could be OK. I worked from home. I could easily grab the package as soon as it arrived and have it hidden before my wife got home from work.

With that realization, I wiped the figurative sweat from my brow and went back to enjoying my Saturday. Unfortunately, panic set back in Monday morning as I logged into my work calendar to see what I had to work on for the week.

The reminder popped up that I was traveling this week for work! The next two days I was a bundle of stress. Every car that passed by the house I hoped was the UPS man with my package. But Wednesday morning came, it was time to head for the airport, and no delivery had been made. My wife assumed the obvious nerves I was displaying were due to an anxious flyer. If she only knew.

And she would probably know soon enough. I could hardly focus on work while I was gone. I thought through lies I could tell if she just asked what it was. I could tell her it was a gift I bought for her, but why? Neither was our anniversary or Christmas. So why would I buy her something and then not let her open it? I was screwed, and not in the way I hoped when I made the purchase. The agonizing trip finally came to an end and I was on my way home from the airport. As I made the drive, I actually wished the trip had been extended.

I walked into the house and prepared for the worse. I was greeted at the door, however, not by an angry, upset wife, but by a smiling one. As I carried in my bags and engaged in conversation, I looked around the house. No box. Had it not come? Did it not ship yet? Was it lost in the mail? Who cares?! A feeling of relief came over me. My surprise purchase was not discovered and this could remain my little secret.

The next day I went back to live as normal and figured I would grab the package when it came next week. Thank God! That night, my wife and I climbed into bed for the evening. I welcomed the kiss and slid my hand slowly up her side and rested it on her breast. As we continued to fool around, my wife moved and positioned herself on top of me. There was a bulge in her pants just as there was one in mine! She knew instantly that I realized what was going on.

She broke off the kiss and looked me right in the eyes. I was fairly upset when I first opened the box. I was ready to yell and scream at you. I almost called you to yell. But then I thought more about it and how we have fallen into a bit of a rut sexually. So I went on your computer and searched your browsing history — you really should clear that sometimes, by the way — and watched a couple of the videos.

And I got pretty turned on by the idea of being in control. Whether you ever thought this was going to happen or not, it is. Right now. For the rest of the night, however long I want it to last, you are my bitch. You will do whatever I say. Do you understand? We will begin.

She turned the lights on — she always left the lights off for sex, but apparently she wanted us both to see this! Her wonderful, large breasts were exposed in all their glory. She then reached down to her shorts and hooked her fingers around the elastic band.

My eyes followed her hands and saw the bulge. I watched as she slowly slid her shorts down her long, slender legs and the dildo came into view. As she stared ahead at me, the clear plastic dildo was exposed. I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped my own shorts.

My own penis, which had hardened when she started fooling around and went flaccid in fear when I felt the bulge initially, had now completely returned. I instinctively obeyed and sunk into a kneeling position in front of my wife. She took one small step toward me and left the phallus dangling in front of me. I stared at it a second and then looked up at her. The strap-on slid across my tongue and I closed my lips. As my mouth got used to the size of the member inside of it, I began bobbing my head back and forth it. My wife slipped her hand around the back of my head and controlled my motions as I sucked her off.

I was entranced. The more I sucked, the more I enjoyed it. I quickened my pace and let more and more slide in. I reached down and started to stroke my cock, but I was quickly reprimanded by my wife and told not to touch myself unless given permission. She was making me deep throat her cock. She worked patiently, easing in a bit more each time as my throat opened. After a few minutes, the entire 7 inches were down my throat, the base resting against my face and she held it there.

She slowly backed her hips away and let the strap-on slide out. And just as I thought I was getting a reprieve, she pushed back in; faster this time. She began fucking my throat as drool escaped my mouth and my eyes began to widen. Finally, she eased the cock out without warning. My wife climbed onto the bed after me, remaining on her knees, strap-on still protruding forward.

She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and removed a tub of lube. She leaned forward and dangled her breasts in front of my face and told me to suck her nipples. I preferred to think she was being nice with a subtle reminder that she was, in fact, a woman, but it was more likely in the interest of her own pleasure. She circled my hole a couple of times to smear the lube around and then I felt her index finger slide inside of me.

My ass tightened but she stayed persistent and kept penetrating me. Eventually, my hole unclenched and I felt her stop the finger as just the tip was left in. I could then feel her middle finger touch my rim and soon ed the index finger inside my ass. This felt wonderful! I was used to a couple of fingers from my own private play and it was all I could do to not touch my penis. It was throbbing in desire for attention. Eventually, a third finger was inserted to continue my loosening and I continued sucking her fabulous tits. After a few minutes, the finger slid out and her breast was removed from my hungry lips.

My wife moved into position and placed the head of the dildo at my ass hole. She looked at my face; I looked down at the dildo. I watched as she started to push. My ass instinctively clenched at first. She tried several times to penetrate my virgin ass.

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