After taking a lavender scented bath, we discarded our bath robes and kissed passionately both of us still standing before our bed. She broke our embrace, and with both of her hands on my shoulders, she pushed me down onto our bed, sitting before her. She dropped to her knees. My cock could feel her breath as her hand began to fondle my balls. Although she was careful to never touch it, my cock began to swell with lust for her as she continued to caress my sack.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes. Yes. Suck me.”

“Oh, no, honey. Not tonight.”

“No? Why not?” I almost whimpered as she just continued to tickle my balls.

“Because this night belongs to me. And you get to be my playmate.”

I think my rising cock twitched a bit at her statement, but I tried to keep some measure of composure. But she kept on gently rubbing my balls, and I began to wonder if it was even efficient to cum just from that stimulation.

“Your playmate?”

“Yes my love. My playmate. Now lean back and close your eyes and let me introduce you.”

I did close my eyes, and I did lean back resting on my elbows, but asked “Introduce me?”

Then she slapped my balls. I recoiled in the pain and instinctively curled my legs up towards my chest. She thrust a finger into my anus. “Stop asking questions. No more questions!” She demanded. As her finger began to poke away.

“Oh no! Please stop! What are you doing?”

Well, that question just led to another harder slap on my balls with her free hand and a second finger into my ass. I gurgled and almost came.

“Do you want another finger?”

“What? What do you mean?”

She punched her third finger in. “Just keep asking questions.”

“No. No more questions.” I muttered as she continued to pump away with her three fingers now. It hurt, but then it began to not hurt so much. It began to feel really good. Wonderful even. All the while she was continuing to fondle my swelling and aching balls. But never once touching my throbbing dick.

“Do you like this?” she asked derisively, yet kindly.

“Mmmmmn. Yes.”

“Do you want to ask me what I have planned next for you?”

My balls were so swollen now. “Yes. No. No!” My No was too late. She said that was a question and a fourth finger plunged in. I gasped and tears formed in my eyes. She was splitting me in two and filling me up at the same time. I was in agony. I was in exctasy.

“Oh, your balls are so swollen now,” she said as she continued to tickle them. “Do they hurt?”

Of course, they did, but I was not about to answer any more questions now. I just muttered, “Mmmmphff.”

That made her smile and giggle. “Cat goy your tongue now? Or maybe three fingers are your limit? But your balls are so swollen, and your cock is dripping. So hot!. You like my fingers now, don’t you? don’t you!” She slapped my balls again hard and suddenly removed her fingers. Apart from the sharp, debilitating pain, I felt empty. I had come to love her fingers inside of me. And they were gone now.

I was still dizzy. My head was swimming from all of this, and my balls still hurt from her slaps and her fondling. My hard and twitching cock was still dripping clear, sweet liquid, but my ass was empty now. In this state, I didn’t even notice that she had left our room. Until she returned. And now she stood proudly before me with her hands fisted on her hips, a dominant smirk on her gorgeous face, and a 10-inch life like strapon where her pussy used to be. She stepped in and stood before me in front of our bed. Her new cock eye level, mouth level, with my face. Just inches away. I gasped inside but realized that if I did that openly she would just shove it into my mouth. And I did not want that to happen. But my body gave me away.

“You are leaking with anticipation,” she cooed. “I see it. So do you. You can’t stop leaking can you, darling?”

“No.”

Oh, yes. And we’ve never touched your little dick.”

“It’s not litt…” And with that she pushed her new toy into my mouth.

“You were saying?”

“Mmmmpff, mmmummmpff, mmmpppphhfff.”

“You like it don’t you?”

“Mmmmphff”

“I covered it with honey, so that you would suck it up. I know how you like honey.”

“Mmmmmphff”

We began a rhythm in and out of my mouth. She would rock back and forth, and I would eagerly suck as she came in. “Yes, that’s it,” she said as I sucked her so hard. If she was a guy, she would have cum in my mouth. But the taste of honey.

She was straddling my face now with her honey flavored cock on our bed. Her creamy thighs encaged my face as her bottom rested upon my chest, wiggling back and forth as she thrust her huge dildo in and out of my throat.

“That’s it. Take it. Take it all. Good boy,” she said proudly. “Suck on my big cock. You like this, don’t you? What? No answer? Cat got your tongue? Or my cock got your tongue? Haha.”

She grabbed the side of my face with both hands and began to forcefully thrust her penis further down and in and out of my throat. I gagged. She slapped me hard on my cheek. “Don’t gag,” she said. “Take it like a man. My faggoty little man.”

Although my face and shoulders were pinned, my hands were free. I caressed her soft ass cheeks with my left hand and began to stroke my still aching and twitching cock with my right. All the while sucking on her cock.

She liked the feel of my hand fondling her ass cheeks. “Mmmn, that’s nice.”

My cock was so swollen and purple now. I could feel the clear precum oozing a steady steam from my tiny peehole. It was filling my fingers with natural lubricant, and I was just about to cum.

But just before I did, she looked back and caught me, and she slapped my hand away. Hard. My hand hurt, and my now helpless and unchaperoned cock twitched and throbbed in vain. “None of that,” she said. “Put both hands on my ass so I know where they are. If you cum tonight, it will be the right way. Keep sucking my cock, honey. Want some more honey? You like it don’t you? Admit it. You’ve at all times wanted to suck on a nice, big, hot, honey covered cock, haven’t you? Just wait until I turn you over.”

“Mmmmph.” And just like that, I suddenly began to feel my asshole begin to pucker and convulse. She hadn’t done anything but talk dirty to me. She had hardly even paid attention to it for the better part of our session. I was sucking her big cock. And yet, my asshole was twitching in anticipation. I so wanted this. I needed this. My wife is going to take me and make me her bitch. And I can’t wait. With a breath and a gasp, I break her enslavement of my mouth with her cock. And through swollen lips I beg for her to turn me over.

She laughed. “What’s that you say? Turn me over?’

“Yes. Please!”

She was teasing now. She knew who was in control. “Awww, don’t you want to suck on my big cock anymore?”

“Oh honey, please, please. I’m so horny. I need to cum.”

“It’s bigger than yours, you know. Actually, it’s a lot bigger than yours. Not that you are all that tiny, but in comparison. I swing a much bigger dick around here now.” She laughed at herself with that one, and then shoved the whole foot of the thing back into my mouth and said, “So suck on it some more, babe. I will turn you over when I want to. And you will cum when I let you. If I let you. More honey? Honey.”

I did not dare ask for more honey. While my aching cock twitched and dribbled, I obediently fondled her ass as she had demanded. Her luscious soft ass. And through bruised and swollen lips, I continued to suck on her cock. It was so big. I could only manage about six or seven or eight inches as time went on. And it was thick. And the more I did it, the more I began to like it. To love it. To crave it. I’m not gay. This doesn’t make me bi or anything. It’s just us. It’s her cock that I’m sucking on. It’s just her cock. That I’m sucking on.

“That’s good. That’s good,” she said. “You love sucking on my big hard cock, don’t you? It’s okay. You can answer this question. I will allow it.”

With a suddenly free mouth and a gasp of wind, “Yes,” I said. “I love it.”

“Still want me to turn you over?”

“Oh yes, please.”

With her hands, she forced my poor mouth back onto her huge cock. “Keep sucking,” was all she said. But with my face buried in her enhanced crotch, she leaned over my back and with one hand found the bottle of lube. Through slurping and sucking sounds, I heard the cap snap. Cool, wet liquid seeped into the crease of my Butt cheeks, and then I could feel her finger ease inside of me. First one. Her index, I think. Then two. I gasped in pleasure. Then a third finger intruded, and she began to wiggle them around, finding my prostate. My butt shook uncontrollably, and it made her giggle to herself. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she said. “This will be such fun.”

She had positioned herself behind me now and had begun pumping me hard with her fingers. My knees shock. My legs were like jelly. And my purple, swollen, twitching and painfully aching cock was just oozing a steady stream of liquid.

“Say when, sugar. You have to invite me in.”

“Oh. please, honey. Fuck me! Fuck my brains out! Fuck my ass!”

She laughed and said, “I’ll take that as a yes. Invitation accepted.” And with that, she shoved the whole thing in.