It was late afternoon on an unremarkable Wednesday. I'd finished the weekly shopping and the housework. Soon, I'd get started on dinner. But first, I had to tend to the persistent arousal which had been following me like a shadow.

I had no idea why I was so horny. Maybe it was because of my cycle, or maybe I was still thinking of the way my husband, Henry, had fucked me the night before. We'd been married for less than a year, and the sexual fireworks between us hadn't subsided in the least.

Glancing at the clock, I saw it was almost four. Henry wouldn't be home until after five. I had time for a quick session of self-pleasure; as revved up as I was, it wouldn't take much to make myself come.

In my bedroom, I stripped naked, then smoothed a hand over my shoulder-length hair. I'd recently dyed it platinum blonde, and while Henry claimed to love my natural brunette color, he was clearly a fan of the new look.

My pussy grew wet with anticipation as I hurried to my dresser drawer. Beneath slinky layers of lingerie, I found a thick, eight-inch, flesh-colored dildo. It would take some effort to work the toy inside my pussy, but I craved the sensation of being filled and stretched. With a fingertip, I traced the ridges along the dildo's shaft. The thought of feeling my tender flesh yield to every inch made me shiver.

I also retrieved my bullet vibrator, along with some lube. Hurrying toward the bed, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I used to feel self-conscious about my curves until Henry made me swear I wouldn't lose a pound. 

After yanking back the bedcovers, I lay down with my head resting on the pillow. I'd never been one for teasing myself, so I immediately turned on the vibrator and brought the tapered end to my clitoris. For such a small toy, it delivered some serious vibration! My clit quickly responded, growing more swollen and sensitive. Quiet moans escaped me; always, I tried to be mindful of the neighbors in our apartment building.

My hips soon began rocking, and my pussy ached for attention. Setting aside the vibe, I lubed up the dildo. The feel of its tip, cold, slick, and unnervingly hard, had me trembling. I knew it would be uncomfortable, bordering on painful, at least at first. I sometimes wondered if I was a secret pain slut. I didn't want to be whipped or tied up, but I loved pushing my cunt to its limit.

Biting my lower lip, I started easing the bulbous head of the dildo inside me. A louder moan emerged from my throat as the toy stretched my opening. I understood the subsequent pang, fleeting but sharp, was a warning for me to take it slow. 

I kept at it, with my legs spread wide and my face flushing hot. Once I managed to accept the tip, I knew the rest would be easier. 

The feel of my pussy surrendering to the toy made me whimper. For some crazy reason, I wished I had a mirror so I could see my progress. Finally, the dildo's head slipped all the way inside. Growing more impatient, I made myself take several inches of the shaft as well.

"Ah, fuck!" I moaned. Several times in the past, Henry had told me that I had a small, tight cunt. Of course, he wasn't complaining, but he'd cautioned me not to get carried away with toys.

And here I was, penetrating my pussy with a new dildo, my largest yet. I'd planned on presenting it to Henry so he could use it on me, but horniness had foiled my best intentions.

My eyes widened at the realization that I had the toy's entire length within me now! My fingers grazed the base, which was nestled against my flesh. Quickly, I grabbed the vibrator and brought it to my clit. With my other hand, I started fucking my pussy with the dildo.

"Oh, my God!" I mewled. My excitement built on itself until I couldn't resist thrusting the cock in and out, faster and faster. I was breathing heavily, my face damp with sweat. Though I was certain I could have come from the penetration alone, my vibe pushed me toward orgasm at a dizzying speed.

Closing my eyes, I reveled in the pleasure and pain of my masturbation. The dildo made a wet, squelching sound as I used it to fuck myself, and I was unable to suppress a guttural groan. I could feel the spreading heat in my core, alerting me that I was close. So close!

When I finally came, my pussy clenched tight around the toy. Involuntarily, my toes curled, and I pursed my lips to muffle a scream. My entire body quaked, and I finally had to show my poor clit some mercy. Even without the vibe's stimulation, the delicious spasms continued, for I didn't show the same mercy to my cunt.

Only after I lay still in a haze of post-orgasmic relaxation did I hear the sound of someone clearing his throat.

My eyes instantly opened as my pulse raced from the surge of adrenaline. My husband stood in the bedroom doorway, arms folded over his chest. His tie was loosened, and he'd rolled up his shirtsleeves at some point during the day. When our eyes met, he lifted an eyebrow, trying to appear stern, but there was a hint of a playful smile on his lips.

"You're home early!" I didn't know why I felt so embarrassed to be discovered in this state. My legs were still spread, and the dildo remained buried in my cunt.

"I wanted to surprise you," he said. "Sorry if I interrupted, Doreen."

"I tried to wait till you got home, but..." Helpless to explain myself, I started to withdraw the toy.

"Don't you dare." Henry's tone made me freeze. As he approached, I noticed the prominent bulge in his pants. The sight made my flesh tighten around the dildo again.

Standing at the bedside, he leaned forward. His dark blond hair was a bit tousled, and his hazel eyes could only be described as mischievous. "What do we have here? Is this a new toy?"

I didn't have a chance to reply before he gently took hold of the base and began easing the dildo out of me. His surprised expression was unmistakable as he saw its size. When the tip popped free, I swallowed a whimper. 

My husband held up the toy, which was coated with lube and my juices. I waited for him to make some sort of lewd comment, but he only set the dildo aside and then climbed onto the bed. 

I was docile, totally unresisting as he settled between my legs and spread them farther apart. "I planned to come home and fuck you straight away, but this pussy is no good to me right now." I gasped when he gave my vulva a light slap. "Your hole is gaping wide." He leveled a hard stare upon me. "But there's another hole I can satisfy myself with."

I released a needy moan. Henry and I had discovered my love of anal early on, and I rarely denied him the use of my back door. 

I could barely control my excitement as he took out his cock. Even now, that first glimpse of his erection sent a flood of arousal through me. 

"Since you've been a bad girl," he said while stroking himself, "you'll have to take the punishment I give you."

Henry again picked up the dildo, and my thighs shuddered as he slid every inch back inside my pussy. He thrust it in and out several times for good measure, then took hold of my legs and lifted them in the air. I placed my palms on the backs of my thighs, easing my legs back even farther. Now, my ass was slightly elevated and offered for the taking.

Henry applied some lube to his fingers, and I sighed as he caressed my puckered hole. "Relax for me, Doreen," he coaxed, slipping his index finger inside my ass.

"Ooh, that feels good!" I cried. The dildo stuffing my pussy only served to intensify the sensation of Henry's digital penetration. When he added his middle finger, the pressure grew more pronounced. I started to worry I wouldn't be able to take his cock.

"Tell me if anything hurts," he murmured, and I quickly nodded in agreement.

I felt raw and dirty, having the dildo inside me while my husband explored my ass. He spread his fingers wider, heightening my pleasure until we were both sure I was ready for his dick. Though I sensed his impatience to claim me, he was still careful in withdrawing his fingers and then lubing up his erection. 

Our eyes locked when he guided his tip to my hole. Gently, he started easing inside. I was instantly reminded of the resistance my body had offered to the toy, for my ass was equally reluctant to tolerate this intrusion. Of course, having a big dildo in my cunt didn't make matters easier.

Several times, Henry asked if I was okay, or if I needed to stop. I assured him I wanted to keep going. It seemed to take ages for him to work his cockhead into my ass.

"My God, I can't believe how tight you are!" he groaned. His lips were pulled back from his teeth while he stared down between us. "Ah, that's a good girl. Take it!"

I had never felt so full in my life! My head lolled back against the pillow, and it was all I could do to maintain my grip on my legs. I was too inundated by bliss to mind the pain of being stretched impossibly wide.

As soon as Henry began tentatively thrusting, he let out a strangled cry. "Fuck, I'm not going to last!"

"Can you..." My voice failed me, and I had to try again. "Can you feel the pressure from the dildo in my pussy?"

He flashed a grin. "God, yes! It's incredible!"

Unable to stop myself, I grabbed the dildo's base and started pumping the toy in and out of my pussy, desperate to match Henry's rhythm. 

"Doreen, that's perfect!" he panted. 

I was violently trembling, lost to this dual penetration. I'd always loved sex, always craved it. But this was rapture!

It was a struggle to contain my cries as I fucked my pussy and my husband fucked my ass. He kept his thrusts shallow, almost tender, and I knew he feared hurting me. Yet pain was a mere afterthought as I inwardly clawed toward my climax.

When it descended, the contractions were so strong that I thought my cunt might force the toy out. Henry swore, his pace faltering. Still, his hips kept moving throughout my orgasm. Again and again, my raw, tender pussy spasmed around the dildo, and I finally withdrew it altogether. 

My husband seemed transfixed by the sight of my gaping entrance. "I'm almost there!" he warned. 

I was beyond words, beyond most coherent thought, so I merely lay before him. Breathing hard and fast, he pulled out, managing to avoid hurting me as he did. 

"Keep yourself spread," he demanded. "Don't put your legs down yet."

I was exhausted and covered in sweat, but I readily obeyed. My husband appeared wild with need, and while he roughly jerked his cock, I realized just where he intended to come.

With admirable precision, Henry aimed for my holes. The first spurt of hot semen landed on its intended target: my stretched cunt. More of his seed spattered against (and probably into) my loose asshole. 

I didn't think I could feel any dirtier. I laughed from the thrill it gave me.

When Henry was spent, he lay down upon me, mindless of the mess. I quickly encircled him with my arms and legs as we shared a deep kiss. The feel of his tongue meeting mine sent another lustful tremor through me. 

"I'm glad I caught you playing," he whispered, smoothing my hair back from my face.

"Me, too." With a sly smile, I added, "And as soon as my ass and pussy recover, I'm going to want you to catch me again."