I never meant for my husband to find it, but once he did the words just spilled out of me like the wet mess between my legs. It started on a Tuesday night when he was working late again. I was horny as hell, nipples tight under my thin tank top, and that thick black dildo was the only thing that could scratch the itch. Twelve inches of smooth, veined silicone, heavy in my hand, the kind that looks and feels like it belongs to a man who knows exactly how to ruin a woman.
I stripped naked in our bedroom, lights low, and knelt on the bed. My fingers slid down my shaved pussy, already slick. I sucked the fat head of the dildo first, getting it sloppy with spit, pretending it was real. Then I lined it up and pushed. The stretch burned so good. Inch after inch sank into me until my lips kissed the fake balls. I moaned loud, rocking my hips, fucking myself deep and slow at first, then faster, the wet sounds filling the room.
That night I came twice, hard, thighs shaking, cream coating the shaft. I left it on the nightstand without thinking. When Mark walked in he stopped dead. What the fuck is that? he asked, voice low. I told him everything. How I bought it online because his cock, while nice, never quite filled me the way I craved. How I rode it thinking about being taken by someone bigger, darker, rougher. How the first time I took it all the way I squirted for the first time in my life.
He didnt get mad. He got hard. Told me to show him. So I did. I climbed back on the bed, spread my legs, and worked that black dildo back inside me while he watched from the chair. I talked dirty the whole time. Look how it stretches your wifes cunt. Its so much thicker than you. I can feel it in my stomach. Mark stroked himself but didnt touch me. He wanted the show.
After I came again he finally joined, but only to hold the toy in place while I ground down on it. He whispered how slutty I looked, how my pussy lips clung to the dark shaft every time I lifted up. We didnt fuck that night. He just used the dildo on me until I was a shaking, babbling mess, then came on my tits while I licked the toy clean.
It became our thing. Some nights hed make me describe exactly how I used it when he wasnt home. Other nights hed fuck me with it while he ate my ass or fingered my clit. The contrast of that huge black toy and his smaller, familiar cock drove me crazy. I started wearing it under my clothes sometimes, the base nestled against my clit like a secret plug, walking around the house dripping.
One weekend he bought me a suction-cup version. I stuck it to the shower wall and backed onto it while he watched through the glass. Water ran down my back as I slammed my ass against the tile, taking every inch, moaning his name and then a strangers name I made up on the spot. Mark came so hard he had to sit down.
The real turning point was when he asked if I wanted the real thing. I said yes without hesitation. We started talking about it during sex, him pounding me while I held the dildo against my lips. You want a real black cock stretching this married pussy? hed growl. Id come instantly.
We havent brought anyone else in yet, but the toy stays in our bed almost every night now. Sometimes he fucks me first, then makes me finish on the dildo so he can see how much I need the size. Sometimes he just watches me ride it until I collapse, then slides in after, feeling how loose and used I am.
Last week I told him the truth while I was impaled on it, legs spread wide. This is the best sex Ive ever had. Even when youre inside me, Im thinking about this black dick ruining me. He smiled, kissed me deep, and started thrusting the toy harder. Good, he said. Because Im not stopping until you cant walk straight.
I dont know where it goes from here, but every time that thick black dildo disappears inside me I feel like Im confessing all over again. And I never want it to end.
