I love turning my husband into a fuckboy. He's always been a great fuck. But he's turned into a great ass and pussy worshipper and also a wonderful cockwhore. He worships my bald pussy and loves to suck and lick my asshole. We love sex. He also loves cock. It started with dildos and strap-ons and cum squirting rubber cocks.
Now he's my fuckboy and I'm his slutty whore.
One day an unmarked package arrived in the mail addressed to him so I called him at work.
"What's in this package, I'm going to open it." I breathed into the phone
"It's got surprises for our next fuckfest," he replied
I quickly hung up and opened the package to reveal a life-like, thick 10" rubber cock with balls and a suction cup. It also contained a strap-on harness with a cock attached and a hole in the crotch. I loved the look and feel of these new toys and I wondered what kind of depraved sex my husband was going to get us into. My pussy was dripping wet now but I continued my search. Next was a double headed dildo slighter smaller in diameter than the cock and balls, but over 14 inches long and still big. God, I love big cocks! And finally two cock rings, one rubber and one leather. Wow, I was so fucking horny; I just had to have one of those cocks in my pussy fucking me.
I called him back.
"You really got me ready to suck and fuck baby. When are you coming home?"
"I'm going to fuck all your holes baby," my husband said. "I'm going to put on the strap-on, squeeze my dick through the hole so I can fuck your pussy and your ass at the same time. I'm going to cum in your ass while I stick that rubber cock in your mouth. Would you like that slut?"
"Uh huh," was all I could say. And "I'm starting without you." Then I hung up.
I quickly got naked and took my new toys to the sink and gently washed them all the while feeling the cocks, paying special attention to the cock with balls. It felt so life-like so I stuck it in my mouth while I washed the others. Oh how I love a hard cock in my mouth.
I put a towel down on our bed, got the lube out and began to fuck my pussy with the gorgeous, rubber dick. I got it all the way in so the rubber balls were touching my clit while I fucked myself. I started slamming myself with that hard cock while the balls rammed my clit. I took it out of my pussy and stuck it in my mouth and got the double dildo and fucked myself with it, all the while sucking the cock with balls that I just fucked my own pussy with. Oh, how I wish I could lick my own clit!
Then I heard the door and knew my husband was home. "I'm in the bedroom."
He walked in and saw me with a cock in my mouth and one in my hot pussy.
"I see my slutty whore likes her new cock toys. You look like a naughty fuckslut! A dick in your mouth and one in your slutty pussy. I bet you can't wait to get ALL your holes filled. Huh baby? I see one more fuckhole that needs to be filled."
He immediately stripped naked and his cock was rock hard and ready.
"Are you my cockwhore?"
"Yes!" I replied
"Do you like being a slut?"
"Yes!"
"Say it!" he commanded
"I like being a slut."
"Say you love it!" he demanded.
"I love being a slut!"
"Do you like cock?"
"Yes."
"Say it, slut!"
"I love cock. I love cocks in all my slutty fuckholes!"
"Tell me you're a fuckslut and like to get fucked in the ass!"
"I'm an asswhore and cockslut that needs to be fucked in the ass. I want to suck your cock with my asshole!" The words came from me so easily.
He got down and starting sucking and licking my pussy while I continued to fuck my double dildo cock. He sucked my clit all the while making it so fucking wet with his hot, wet mouth.
"You love cocks and you're going to cum on that big dick while I suck your pussy!"
And I came so hard I was dizzy.
He then pulled the dildo out of my freshly fucked pussy and shoved the cock in his mouth. That's when I knew he would become a cocksucker for me.
"Wow baby, you really look hot with a cock in your mouth," I said. "Are you a fuckboy now, or have you sucked cock before?" He didn't answer, just continued to suck that dildo. Then he stood up, still with the cock in his mouth and put the strap-on harness on and squeezed his hard dick through the hole in the leather crotch. His shaved balls and hard cock were all the way through the bottom of the strap-on and the rubber cock was just above it sticking straight out at my face and cock hungry mouth. Yummy, two cocks to suck and get fucked with at the same time! He slipped the double dildo out of his mouth and handed it to me. I grabbed it with slutty lust and held it to my lips.
"Are you ready to suck cock for me slut?" My husband asked.
I dropped to my knees in front of him a wrapped my lips around his hard shaft as the strap-on cock rubbed against my forehead. I felt like a complete tramp and a whore lusting for more cocks. I bobbed on his dick for a moment.
"Now suck the other hard dick, baby," he whispered
So I began to alternate between my husband's cock and the strap-on cock just above it. The lust in his eyes told me he loved to watch me suck cocks!
"Are you ready my slutty whore? Are you ready to get fucked?"
"Yeah baby, fuck me with your dicks! I need cocks in all my fuck holes!"
So fuckboy laid me on the bed, spread my legs and started licking and sucking my asshole. He moved to my pussy and back to my ass. I came in his face. I thought, wow, I have a great pussy and ass licking fuckboy that likes a cock in his mouth too! And now he's going to double fuck me.
He lubed the strap-on like he was fisting another dick.
"Yeah, baby. Stroke that cock for me." I purred.
"I'm getting these cocks nice and hard and ready to fuck your sweet horny ass and pussy." he said and then slowly worked the fake cock into my pussy.
And then he fucked my ass with his cock just below the strap-on dildo. He worked his lubed up fuck stick into my wanton asshole and started to fuck me. Now both my holes were filled and he pumped faster.
"Oh my god! Fuck my slutty ass, fuckboy! Fuck my pussy and ass together! I need cocks in my holes and cum in my face!" I shouted.
"Tell me how you love to fuck!" He whispered.
"I love to fuck cocks. I love to suck cocks and eat cum. I need cocks in all my slut holes. I need to get fucked and have you cum in my ass. Cum in my ass! Cum in my ass!"
Fuckboy took the rubber cock with balls and stuck it in my mouth which I greedily wrapped my lips around and sucked like it was his! My muffled talking was barely understandable!
"Coom ma mouff, cumm n ma assho," I mumbled with a dick in my mouth, one in my hot pussy and my husband's hard dick slamming my ass.
And then he shot his load deep into my asshole and made me cum like never before. Holy shit I was becoming a true fuckslut, cum sucking and ass fucking whore and I loved it. All my holes filled by my dildo sucking, big dicked husband.
He was still hard when he pulled his cock out of my ass. I let the fake cock fall from my lips and he lay next to me to catch his breath.
"I want you to sit on my face." He whispered. "I want your pussy and ass riding this!" he said as he took the suction cup side of the fat rubber cock and stuck it in his mouth. The dick was standing straight up from his mouth with the balls just above his lips as he lay on his back. What a sight! My fuckboy with a dildo in his mouth ready for me to fuck his face.
"Get up here and squat down onto this big cock and ride my face." I did what I was told and because my freshly fucked pussy was still lubed up, I easily got the 10" inch rubber dick inside me. I was riding his face and my ass was rubbing his nose as his cum dripped out of my ass. I grabbed his still hard cock while I was bouncing on his face all the time feeling the huge rubber cock in my pussy.
"You like my ass in your face, fuckboy? You like me fucking your mouth dildo and jerking your hard cock? I'm gonna cum on your little fuckface, slutboy!" After about ten minutes of fucking the rubber cock stuck in his mouth I came all over that face of his and all over that dildo. I got off his face, pulled the suction cup end out of his mouth and turned the fake cock around to my husband's mouth. "Wanna taste this big, pussy soaked cock? It's got my cum on it. Wanna suck this dick for me?" So I stuck dildo cock in his mouth and he loved it! "I can tell by how hard your cock is that you love to suck a cock that just fucked your slut wife's pussy!" Mmmm is all he could say. How would you like a hard cock in your ass baby? Just like you fucked my ass, would you like me to fuck your ass, baby?" All he could say with that rubber dick in his mouth was Mmmm.
"Put this pillow under your ass, I'm gonna make you a cockwhore." I grabbed the double headed dildo and started sucking it. "You like watching me suck cock, don't you baby? Almost as much a s sucking cock yourself." I lubed the double dildo up and rubbed some lube on my husband's asshole too. He moaned, so I went further. I slowly worked the dick into his butt hole. Just rotating the head of the rubber two sided cock. Then I pushed a little harder and it went right in! Wow, what a slut!
"Does my fuckboy like cock in his ass?" I had the double dildo in his ass and about half was sticking out so I opened my legs and moved my ass to his and placed the other end into my pussy. Now he was in a sitting up position with a cock in his mouth and his legs spread with the double dildo in his ass. I was facing him in almost the same position with the other end shoved into my hot pussy. I started to gyrate my hips and thrust forward to try to "fuck" him. It was working! I was fucking my husband's ass with a dildo in my pussy.
"I'm gonna cum in your ass, fuckboy! You like being a fuckboy? You like getting fucked? You like sucking cock and getting fucked you little slut? You like when I call you fuckboy, don't you? You're a cock sucking, ass whore. C'mon bitchboy ride my hard dick! Fuck my cock! Cum for me. Jerk your meat for me fuckboy. Cum all over yourself while you get fucked! I want to see you squirt all over yourself!"
And he stroked his cock for me. While I came, he squirted a huge load straight up and over to his chest. Some cum landed on his cheek and chin. I quickly pulled out of him and sat by his face. I took the cock that was still in his mouth and slapped his face with it. I then rubbed the cum from his chin and cheek onto the dildo and fed him the fake, cum covered dick.
"Suck that cum filled cock, fuckboy. Eat that cum you slut! You like eating your own cum, don't you?"
He could only answer Mmmm.
———x———
I told you how my husband worships my bald pussy and loves to suck and lick my asshole. And how, when we got our sex toys, it turned us both into cockwhores. After that great fuckfest and me coming 5 times with my husband, we had another hot sex fest.
The next day was Saturday so we had the whole weekend to play. In the morning we took a shower together. I was in the shower alone when my naked fuckboy entered with the 10" dildo in his hand and stuck the suction cup end on the shower wall.
"I want to watch you suck cock. Does my slutty wife want to suck cock for me?"
I didn't say a word, just got down on my knees, opened my mouth and wrapped my whore lips around that huge fake cock and bobbed my head up and down like the cock loving slut I am. I love having my husband watch me suck cock in front of him. I could tell he loved it too because his big dick was hard and standing straight out. So I grabbed it with one hand and jerked his dick as I continued sucking the dildo. And suddenly he left.
"Where are you going?" I asked
"I'll be right back my slutty whore."
He came back with our camera.
"I want to take pictures of my cockwhore with a hard cock in her mouth."
So I sucked the huge dildo cock while my husband took pictures. That made me even hotter and hornier. He told me he would put them on the internet and jerk off to my pictures later.
I shut the shower water off, took the dildo, dried off and went into the hallway. I stuck the dildo onto the wall at the perfect level to be on my knees and get that horny fake dick in my mouth.
"Come here and suck this cock with me. I want to share a hard cock with my fuckboy."
So hubby got down on his knees with me and I watched him engulf the huge fake cock.
"Yeah cocksucker, suck that dick for me." And then I took his picture!
I got down on my knees too and we both sucked that cock together. I on one side and my cocksucking husband on the other as we went up and down the length of that dick and both our bottom and top lips touched as we sucked. We were kissing each other as our lips were wrapped around each side of the hard cock. That was when we shared our first cock as a couple of cock sucking cockwhores. It was hot!
"You want to ride this big cock, don't you slut?" he asked
"Yes" I replied.
"You want to fuck this beautiful hard dick while I suck your clit?"
"Oh yeah baby, I want to get fucked while you suck my pussy."
I turned around and bent my knees slightly to get my ass in a good position.
"Show me how a slut rides a hard cock," he ordered. "Wrap your hot pussy around that dick!"
It was fucking wild! And then fuckboy hubby put his head between my legs with his back to the wall and started to suck and lick my clit while I fucked the dildo stuck to the wall. The balls were touching my clit as I slammed my ass against the wall being fucked by the huge dildo dick. My hubby's mouth and tongue were sucking me off while he licked that cock's balls and my clit at the same time.
"Oh fuck baby, suck my pussy and watch me get fucked! You like watching your slutty wife-whore getting fucked by a huge cock? You're gonna make me cum! Oh fuck, that's so fucking hot watching your lips on my clit and that cock right next to your mouth. Are you gonna suck that cock too, fuckboy? You want that pussy soaked cock in your mouth?"
I pulled off the fake cock and watched as my husband took that dick in his mouth and deep throated it.
"What a cock slut you've become," I said. "You like pussy AND cock, don't you?"
"I love watching you get fucked. I just want to make my slutty wife cum." My husband said.
"Maybe you'd like a turn with that dick in your ass. You like hard dick in you boy pussy, don't you? Would you like that fuckboy? Here, turn around, I want to watch you get fucked while I suck YOU off!"
I quickly got the lube and soaked the rubber dildo cock with it. I rubbed lube on hubby's ass cheeks and all over his balls and butt hole all the while stroking his hard dick.
"Okay cocksucker, your turn now. Back up on this hard cock and spread your ass cheeks!"
He did it! He got the 10" rubber dick into his ass!
"Are you a cockwhore fuckboy? You like to suck cock and pussy and get fucked in your boy pussy? Bounce on that dick, bitch," I commanded. "You want me to suck your cock, baby?'
"Oh yeah, suck my cock," he begged.
"You want me to suck your hard cock while you get fucked, whoreboy? Say please."
"Please suck my cock baby," hubby begged some more.
"Tell me you're a cockwhore, fuckboy and maybe I'll suck your cock. Tell how you love to suck cock and get fucked!"
"I love to suck cock and get fucked!" he replied.
So I sucked his cock while he was fucking that fake cock with his asshole.
He was about to cum when I stopped sucking. I had a better idea. I quickly got the strap-on harness from our bedroom and attached it to my waist. I got a chair from the kitchen and put it next to fuckboy's face. Then I knelt on the chair so the strap-on cock was in front of fuckboy's face.
"Suck my dick, slut!" I yelled. "You're going to get it from both ends fuckboy! Suck my cock while you're getting fucked!"
My husband looked like a complete cockwhore and cum-slut with a fake dick in his ass and mine in his mouth.
"I want you to jerk your dick for me, cocksucker. I want to watch you squirt your load for me. Turn around and cum on that big cock that's fucking your ass. Would you like that? To squirt your big cum load onto that dick? Then you can suck it off! Will you suck a cum covered dick for me, fuckboy?"
That was too much for him! (He loves to be called fuckboy)
"Turn around and squirt on that dick!" I commanded
So fuckboy shot his load all over that rubber cock. Cum landed on the wall, on the shaft and balls of the dildo as he fisted his dick. He must have squirted 5 or 6 times. Each time looked more intense than the one before.
"Down on your knees, fuckboy and suck that cum covered cock. I want to see you eat cum. Show me what a cock slut you are!"
It was so fucking hot. I undid the strap-on and quickly grabbed the dildo. I sat on the chair, opened my legs and fucked myself. I fucked my pussy and made myself cum while watching fuckboy suck the cum off that 10" fake cock.
"I wish I had a real cock baby." I told him. "I would fuck your ass and then stick it in your mouth!"
Mmmm is all he could say.
We both went back to the shower and cleaned and caressed each other's bodies. It felt good to be naked with my honey hubby. I loved when he lathered my neck and shoulders. He washed my butt and my pussy. And he sucked on my tits. He sucked my tits like they were little cocks. I kept thinking how much of an oral suck-boy he was becoming. He would suck every part of my body upon command.
"I need a boy toy to worship my ass with their mouth. Would you do that for me baby? Will you worship my ass with your face? Will you bury your lips in my asshole and pussy?"
All he could say was Mmmm.
So I went to our bedroom and got on the bed on my hands and knees with my ass pointing straight up and my legs spread wide open. My hand opened up my fuck holes so he could suck me from behind.
"Make me cum you ass-whore. Bury your fuckboy face in my ass. Make sure you suck my pussy too, while you adore my assholel! C'mon ass-boy suck me off, make me cum in your face!"
He is so fucking good at oral sex! He made me cum in his face. But I wanted more. I needed to get fucked! I love cock in all my holes but I wanted his dick in my ass.
"Are you ready to fuck me baby? Is your dick hard enough to fuck me? You wanna fuck your slutty wife in the ass? I need your big fucking cock in my asshole baby. But I need to be double fucked. Get that rubber cock and stick it in my pussy. Then you can fuck my slutty ass. I need cocks in all my holes!"
My husband loves to fuck me in the ass. He took the fake dick and slapped my clit all the while he was licking my asshole. My ass was up in the air and he shoved that rubber cock in my pussy. I waited for him to fuck me in the ass, but while he lubed my asshole with the oil, he kept telling me how hot I would look with two cocks in my pussy.
I really wanted him to shove his cock in my ass while I had that dildo in my pussy.
Instead, fuckboy worked his cock into my pussy while the fake dick was still in me. Oh my, what a feeling! Two dicks in my wide open pussy at the same time!
"Do you like getting double fucked, my slutty whore?" He asked.
"Yeah baby! I love cock!
"Tell me how you love to fuck."
"I love cocks in all my holes. I want to get fucked and I need cum in my ass and pussy! I need cocks, I love cock! I love to fuck!"
I now had my husband's dick and the fake cock in my pussy at the same time. The two cocks fucking me while they rubbed together. Dick against dick. Cock against cock as hubby, fuckboy slammed by fuckhole.
"Do you like being a slut?" he asked
"I love being a slut!"
"Do you like to get double fucked?"
"I love to be double fucked!"
"Tell me you love cocks!"
"I love cock."
"No, tell me you love cocks!"
"I love cocks!" As in more than one, many cocks, all my holes.
"You're a fuckboy!" I had to say.
The feel of two cocks in my hot pussy was too much. My fuckboy made me cum like never before.
Fuckboy then stuck the other dildo in my ass. No warning, he just shoved it in my ass.
"Yeah baby, fuck my holes!" I yelled.
Two cocks in my pussy and one in my ass! I came and came and started to shutter.
And fuckboy pulled out of my pussy and jumped to my face. He jerked his dick for a moment and all his spunky cum juice squirted onto my face and into my open whore mouth.
"Stick your tongue out and open your mouth!" he ordered.
I wanted cum in my face and in my mouth and all I could do was open my mouth and have his cum gushing cock fill my face, mouth and tongue. I quickly wrapped my lips around that dick and swallowed as much as I could. I wanted to prove to him that I was a true cum sucking slutty whore. And that he'd be back for more from his slutty wife.
And all he said was...
Mmmm.
What a slut!
------X------
The steam from the shower still clung to the air, a hazy, intimate mist that smelled of lavender body wash and sex. I was sprawled across our rumpled sheets, tracing the faint red marks the harness had left on my husband's hips. His chest rose and fell in a slow, sated rhythm. The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, painting tiger stripes of gold across his skin and the discarded toys littering the floor. The fat, 10-inch rubber cock lay on the nightstand like a trophy, glistening with a faint sheen of lube.
I was floating in that delicious, boneless afterglow, every nerve still humming. My cunt felt deliciously used, swollen and slick. My ass ached in the best way. But beneath the physical satisfaction, a new, wicked idea was taking root, curling through my thoughts like smoke.
"Baby," I murmured, my voice a low, husky thing. I trailed a fingernail down his sternum.
He made a contented sound, not quite a word. Mmmm.
"You were so good today," I purred, shifting to prop myself on an elbow. I looked down at him, at his relaxed face, the dark stubble on his jaw, the way his cock, soft now, lay against his thigh. My fuckboy. My beautiful, depraved fuckboy. "Such a good cocksucker. Such a good little ass-whore for me."
His lips twitched into a smile. His eyes stayed closed. "Mmm-hmm."
"I was thinking…" I let the sentence hang, dipping my head to lick a salty drop of sweat from his collarbone. "That double dildo… watching you take it… fuck, it was hot. But you know what would be even hotter?"
One eye cracked open, a sliver of dark interest. "What?"
"Sharing you."
He blinked, the sleepiness receding. "Sharing me?"
"Not with another man," I said quickly, reading the flicker in his gaze. "Never that. This is our game. Our filthy, perfect game." I kissed his chest, right over his heart. "I'm talking about my sister."
Silence. Thick and heavy. The only sound was the distant hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen.
He swallowed. "Claire?"
"Yeah, Claire." I pictured her then. My older sister by two years. A corporate lawyer with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue. Always impeccably dressed, her blonde hair in a severe bob, her makeup flawless. The picture of controlled composure. But I remembered things. Silly, giggling secrets from when we were teenagers. The way her eyes had lingered a little too long on the lead singer of that band we'd seen years ago. The faint, hungry edge to her voice when she'd confessed, after her third glass of wine last Christmas, that it had been over a year since she'd been properly fucked.
"She's so… tense," I whispered, my hand drifting lower, over the soft plane of his stomach. "All wound up. I think she needs to unwind. I think… I think she needs to see how good it can be. How dirty and free."
"You want to have a threesome with your sister?" His voice was a mix of disbelief and a dark, growing arousal. I felt it in the way his muscles tensed under my touch.
"I want to watch," I corrected, my own pulse beginning to pick up. The idea was making me wet again. A fresh trickle of arousal dampened my thighs. "I want to watch you worship her. I want to see her face when you go down on her. I want to hear her moan when you fuck her with that beautiful strap-on." I leaned closer, my breath hot against his ear. "I want to see her suck your cock while I fuck her from behind with the big one. I want to see the look in her eyes when she realizes she's just as much of a slut as I am."
He was fully hard now, his cock rising against his belly, thick and eager. "Jesus," he breathed.
"She's coming over for dinner next Friday," I said, my hand wrapping around his shaft, giving him a slow, firm stroke. The skin was like hot velvet over steel. "Casual. Just family. We'll have some wine. We'll talk. And then… I'll suggest we watch a movie in here. Something… sensual. And I'll show her our toys."
"What if she says no?" His hips lifted into my grip.
"She won't," I said, conviction dripping from my words like honey. "She's curious. I can feel it. And she trusts me. She'll be nervous… maybe a little scared. But we'll be gentle. We'll guide her. You'll be so good to her, won't you? My perfect fuckboy? You'll make her feel like a goddess?"
"Fuck," he groaned, his head pushing back into the pillow. "Yeah. Yes. Anything you want."
"I want to corrupt her," I admitted, the raw truth of it sending a shiver down my spine. "I want to pull that tight, proper mask off her face and show her the hungry whore underneath. And I want you to be the one who does it." I tightened my grip, pumping him faster. "But you remember the rules. The only cock that touches her is yours. Or mine, strapped on. The real thing is yours alone. She gets to taste it, suck it, ride it. But the other things… the filling of her holes… that's where I come in."
The week passed in a blur of anticipation. Every chore, every errand, was tinged with the electric buzz of what was to come. I cleaned the house with a fervor, fluffing pillows and lighting candles with a secretive smile. I shopped for dinner—filet mignon, roasted asparagus, a decadent chocolate torte—but my mind was on the dessert we'd serve in the bedroom.
I called Claire mid-week, my voice light and casual.
"Hey, you're still on for Friday, right? Just a quiet night in. I'm making that steak you like."
"Sounds perfect," she said, her voice crisp through the phone. "I could use a break from case files and takeout."
"Bring an overnight bag," I suggested, trying to sound offhand. "We'll have some wine, maybe watch a movie. No sense driving if you have a glass or two."
A pause. Slightly too long. "Oh. Okay. Sure. I can do that."
I hung up, my heart hammering against my ribs. She'd agreed. She was bringing a bag.
Friday arrived, the sky bleeding into a deep twilight purple. I dressed carefully: a simple, sleeveless black dress that hugged my curves and ended mid-thigh. No bra. The fabric was soft against my nipples, which were already pebbled tight with nerves and excitement. I applied a dark red lipstick, smudging it just a little.
My husband wore dark jeans and a grey henley that stretched across his shoulders. He looked edible. He kept catching my eye, a dark, knowing heat in his gaze. We moved around each other in the kitchen, a silent, charged dance as we finished the meal preparations.
The doorbell rang at seven sharp.
Claire stood on the porch, a small weekend bag in one hand, a bottle of expensive Pinot Noir in the other. She looked every inch the successful professional: tailored cream trousers, a silk blouse the color of sea foam, her blonde hair sleek and perfect. But her smile seemed tighter than usual, and her eyes held a faint, uncharacteristic uncertainty.
"Hey you," I said, pulling her into a hug. She smelled like Chanel No. 5 and crisp autumn air.
"This is a treat," she said, stepping inside, her heels clicking on the hardwood. She handed me the wine and gave my husband a quick, sisterly peck on the cheek. "You guys look great. House smells amazing."
Dinner was a strange pantomime of normality. We talked about work, about our parents, about a new restaurant downtown. The food was delicious, the wine flowed freely. I watched Claire closely. She laughed at my husband's jokes, but her laughter had a brittle edge. She drank her wine faster than usual. Her eyes kept darting around our cozy dining room, as if seeing it for the first time.
After the torte was reduced to crumbs and the coffee was poured, I leaned back in my chair, letting my dress ride up my thighs. "God, I'm stuffed. Want to move to the living room? We could put on a movie."
"Sure," Claire said, dabbing her lips with a napkin. A faint flush painted her cheeks from the wine.
We migrated to the softer light of the living room. I curled into one corner of the large sectional sofa. My husband took the other. Claire sat between us, perched somewhat stiffly on the edge of a cushion.
"So, what are we in the mood for?" my husband asked, picking up the remote. "Something scary? Funny?"
"Something… sensual," I said softly.
Claire's head swiveled toward me.
"I've got this French film," I continued, my voice a low purr. "It's beautiful. Very… atmospheric." I didn't move to get it. Instead, I reached over and placed a hand on Claire's knee. "But you seem tense, Claire-bear."
She flinched almost imperceptibly at the old childhood nickname. "I'm okay. Just a long week."
"I have just the thing to help you relax," I said, squeezing her knee gently before standing up. "Come with me."
I held out my hand. She looked at it, then at my face, then at my husband who was watching us with a calm, intense expression. Slowly, hesitantly, she placed her hand in mine. Her skin was cool.
I led her not to the media cabinet, but down the hallway toward our bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. Soft lamplight spilled out.
"Where are we going?" Her voice was a whisper.
"Trust me," I said, and pushed the door open.
The room was warm and inviting. The bed was made with dark sheets. And on the dresser, arranged almost artistically, were our toys. The 10-inch rubber cock with its veined shaft and heavy balls. The double-headed dildo, sinister and inviting. The leather strap-on harness. The cock rings.
Claire froze in the doorway. Her breath hitched audibly. Her eyes widened, traveling over the collection of silicone and leather, her gaze finally landing on the largest dildo. She didn't pull away. She didn't run. She just stood there, transfixed.
"What… what is all this?" Her voice was thin.
"Our fun," I said simply, walking into the room. I picked up the strap-on harness, letting the leather straps dangle from my fingers. "Our way of connecting." I turned to face her, holding her gaze. "We love each other so much, Claire. And this… this is how we explore that love. Every filthy, wonderful inch of it."
She swallowed hard. Her eyes flicked to my husband, who had followed us in and now leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. "And you… you both…"
"We both love it," he said, his voice steady and warm. "It's brought us closer than anything."
I stepped closer to her, so close I could smell the wine on her breath, see the rapid pulse at the base of her throat. "Don't you ever get tired of being so… contained?" I whispered. "Don't you ever want to just… let go? To be worshipped? To be taken completely out of your head and just… feel?"
A tremor ran through her. She was still staring at the toys. "I… I don't know."
"Let us show you," I urged, my hand coming up to cup her cheek. Her skin was so soft. "Let him show you." I tilted my head toward my husband. "He's incredible with his mouth. He'll make you feel things you've forgotten you could feel."
Her eyes finally met mine. They were clouded with fear, yes, but beneath that… a deep, desperate curiosity. A hunger.
"Just… just kissing?" she breathed, so quiet I almost didn't hear it.
I smiled. "We can start with kissing."
I turned to my husband and nodded.
He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked toward us with a quiet confidence that made my own pussy clench. He stopped in front of Claire, who had to tilt her head back to look at him. He was so much bigger than her.
"Can I kiss you, Claire?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble.
She hesitated for one more eternal second, then gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
He bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. It was chaste, at first. Gentle. Then she made a small sound in the back of her throat—a surrender—and her mouth opened under his. The kiss deepened. I watched, my own breath coming faster, as his hands came up to frame her face, as her hands tentatively rested on his waist.
It was beautiful and wrong and so fucking hot.
After a long moment, he broke the kiss, both of them breathing heavily.
"See?" I murmured, moving behind Claire. I began to unbutton her silk blouse from the back. She stiffened but didn't stop me. "Just feeling."
The blouse fell open. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts were smaller than mine, high and pale with pink nipples drawn tight. My husband's gaze darkened with pure want.
"So beautiful," he whispered, and this time when he kissed her, one hand came up to cradle her breast, his thumb sweeping over her nipple.
Claire gasped into his mouth, her back arching.
I let her blouse slide off her shoulders and pool on the floor. My fingers went to the button of her trousers. "Let us take care of you," I whispered in her ear as I worked the zipper down. "Just relax into it."
Soon she was standing there in just her lace panties, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the room. She looked vulnerable and breathtakingly erotic.
"On the bed," my husband said softly, guiding her backward until her knees hit the mattress and she sat down.
He knelt on the floor in front of her, spreading her knees apart with his hands. He looked up at her face, his expression one of reverence and raw lust. "I'm going to taste you now, Claire," he said, his voice thick. "Is that okay?"
She nodded, mute, her lips parted.
He hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and slowly drew them down her legs, tossing them aside. She was completely bare, shaved smooth like me. Her pussy glistened faintly in the lamplight.
"Fuck," he breathed, and then he buried his face between her legs.
Claire cried out—a sharp, shocked sound that melted into a long, ragged moan. Her hands flew to his hair, not pushing him away but gripping tightly as her head fell back. I watched, mesmerized, as my husband feasted on her. His tongue was a relentless, skilled thing, lapping at her folds, circling her clit, delving inside her. He was an artist with his mouth, and he was painting a masterpiece of pleasure on my sister's body.
I climbed onto the bed beside her, stroking her arm, her shoulder. "He's good, isn't he?" I murmured. "Just let go. Come for him."
Her body was taut as a bowstring, every muscle straining. Her moans were continuous now, broken little pleas and whimpers. "Oh god… oh fuck… right there… please…"
My husband redoubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth, humming against it.
With a sharp cry that was almost a sob, Claire shattered. Her body convulsed, her back bowing off the bed as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her. He didn't let up, licking her through it, drinking every drop of her release until she collapsed back onto the mattress, trembling and gasping.
He pulled back, his lips and chin glistening wetly in the low light. He looked utterly debauched and utterly pleased with himself.
Claire lay there, spent and dazed, her eyes glassy. Slowly, she turned her head to look at me.
I smiled down at her. "See? Just feeling."
She blinked, reality seeming to seep back in alongside the aftershocks of her climax. A flicker of something—shame? confusion?—crossed her face before being swallowed by a deeper, more primal curiosity as her gaze drifted back down to my husband.
He was still kneeling between her splayed thighs, but now he was watching her reaction with a dark intensity that made my own core pulse with heat.
"That was…" Claire began, her voice hoarse and unfamiliar.
"Just the beginning," I finished for her, my hand stroking her damp hair away from her forehead. My own need was a live wire under my skin, but this was about her right now. About unlocking her.
My husband rose from the floor in one fluid motion and sat on the edge of the bed next to her hip. He didn't touch her yet. He just let her look at him—at the prominent bulge straining against his jeans.
"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice a low gravel that vibrated through the quiet room.
Claire's eyes were locked on his crotch. She bit her lower lip, that carefully applied lipstick now smeared and ruined in the most delicious way. She gave another small nod.
"Use your words, Claire-bear," I prompted softly from beside her.
"Yes," she whispered. Then stronger, "Yes."
He stood up and undid his jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down in one motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking a pearl of pre-cum at the tip.
Claire's breath caught. Her eyes widened not with fear this time, but with a kind of awed hunger I recognized intimately.
"Do you want to touch it?" he asked.
Her hand lifted from the sheets as if pulled by a magnet. Her fingers trembled slightly as they closed around his shaft. She gave an experimental stroke, her touch feather-light at first, then firmer as she felt the solid heat of him.
"Suck it," I heard myself say, the command slipping out coated in lust.
Claire glanced at me, a question in her eyes.
"Go on," I urged, my own pussy aching to be filled. "Taste him. He loves having his cock sucked."
Hesitantly, she leaned forward from where she lay propped on her elbows and took the head into her mouth. She was tentative at first, just swirling her tongue around the crown.
"That's it," my husband groaned, his hand coming to rest gently on the back of her head. "Take more of it."
She obeyed, sinking down further until her lips were stretched around his girth. A muffled sound of surprise and pleasure vibrated from her throat.
I moved then, unable to just watch any longer. I got off the bed and went to the dresser, picking up the heavy rubber cock with the suction cup base. The silicone was cool and yielding in my hand. I carried it back to the bed and knelt behind Claire, who was now fully engrossed in sucking my husband's dick, one hand wrapped around the base as she bobbed her head.
I placed a hand on the small of her back. "You look so pretty like that," I murmured. "Such a natural little cocksucker."
She moaned around his shaft in response.
"Now," I said, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as I reached between her legs with my other hand. She was soaked again, her slickness coating my fingers instantly. "How about something for you here?"
I positioned the head of the large dildo at her entrance. She froze for a second, sucking halted.
"It's okay," my husband soothed, stroking her hair. "Just relax into it."
I pushed forward slowly, letting the thick silicone stretch her open inch by inch. Claire gasped sharply around his cock as she was filled.
"Oh god," she whimpered as I seated the fake cock fully inside her, the suction cup base pressing against my palm.
"Fuck yourself on it," I instructed, guiding her hips with my hands on her waist.
Tentatively at first, then with growing urgency as the sensation took over, she began to rock back against the dildo while continuing to suck my husband's cock in rhythm.
The sight was utterly depraved and magnificent: My pristine sister on her hands and knees on our bed, impaled on a massive rubber dick while deep-throating my husband with a desperate hunger that mirrored my own.
My own need was a screaming thing now. I stood up and quickly stripped off my dress and panties. My husband's eyes met mine over Claire's bobbing head, burning with a shared understanding.
I grabbed the strap-on harness from the dresser and fastened it around my hips with practiced ease. The dildo attached to it was slightly smaller than the one currently fucking Claire—a realistic seven inches with a pronounced curve.
I climbed onto the bed behind Claire again.
"You're doing so well," I purred into her ear as I lubed up the strap-on dick with slick from my own fingers and the bottle on the nightstand. "But a good slut always has all her holes filled."
Before she could process what was happening, I pressed the tip of the dildo against her tight back entrance.
She stiffened immediately, a panicked noise escaping around my husband's cock.
"Shhh," I soothed, rubbing small circles against her rim with the silicone head while my other hand continued to guide her hips onto the other dildo. "Just breathe out."
My husband chose that moment to pull his cock from her mouth with a wet pop.
"Let her fill you up," he said to Claire, his voice rough with lust as he fisted his own cock slowly. "You can take it."
Claire looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide and pupils blown black with arousal and apprehension.
"Trust me," I said softly.
She closed her eyes tight and exhaled sharply.
I pushed forward steadily.
The resistance gave way suddenly as her body yielded to me.
Claire cried out—a raw sound of shock and overwhelming sensation as she was penetrated in both holes simultaneously.
For a moment she just trembled there, stretched impossibly full.
Then she began to move again—a slow, rocking grind that took both dildos deeper.
"Oh fuck," she moaned brokenly as she found a rhythm.
My husband knelt on the bed in front of her again and fed his cock back into her waiting mouth.
The room filled with the sounds of slick friction and muffled moans and ragged breathing.
I gripped Claire's hips firmly now and began to thrust in time with her movements—fucking her ass with measured strokes while she rode the larger dildo in her pussy and sucked my husband's cock with an abandon that would have shocked anyone who knew the composed lawyer she presented to the world.
Her body was like a live wire between us—every thrust drawing new sounds from her throat that were swallowed by my husband's shaft in her mouth.
I could feel my own climax building—a tight coil low in my belly—from the sheer visual depravity of it all and from watching my husband's face as he watched me fuck our shared slut.
His eyes were locked on mine over Claire's head as he guided her mouth up and down his length with a hand tangled in her hair.
There was no jealousy there—only pure animalistic pride and lust.
He's ours, that look said.
Claire's movements became more frantic—her body shaking as she neared another peak.
My husband pulled out of her mouth again just as she started to come apart.
"Look at me," he commanded as she screamed through her orgasm—her body clamping down hard on both dildos inside her while he fisted his cock inches from her face.
She opened tear-filled eyes to look up at him just as he let out a guttural groan and thick ropes of hot cum splashed across her cheeks and mouth and chin.
She flinched at first from the shock of it but then—as if guided by some deep instinct—her tongue darted out to catch a drop that had landed on her lips.
The taste seemed to trigger something in her because she leaned forward then and took him back into her mouth—cleaning his still-spasming cock with eager laps of her tongue while he shuddered above her.
I fucked her through it all—through his orgasm and hers—until my own release crashed over me like a rogue wave and I came hard against the harness with a ragged cry of my own.
For long moments afterward there was only silence broken by harsh breathing as we all came down from the peak together—a tangled knot of limbs and sweat-slicked skin and cooling silicone.
Claire finally collapsed face-first onto the mattress between us—utterly spent—my husband's cum drying on her skin in pearlescent streaks under the lamplight while both dildos remained buried inside her for another few seconds before I gently pulled them free one by one.
She didn't move—just lay there breathing raggedly into our sheets—her body still trembling with aftershocks.
My husband lay down on one side of her; I lay down on the other—both of us curling around our new plaything like possessive bookends.
No one spoke for what felt like an eternity until finally Claire turned her head toward me—her makeup completely destroyed—her hair a tangled mess—her expression one of shattered wonderment.
"What... what happens now?" she whispered hoarsely.
I reached out and traced a finger through a drying streak of cum on her cheek before bringing it to my own lips and tasting it—salty and musky—the flavor of our shared corruption.
"Now," I said softly as my husband's hand came up to stroke her hair with surprising tenderness from someone who had just used her so thoroughly minutes before—"Now we get you cleaned up." A slow smile spread across my face as I met his eyes over her head again—a dark promise passing between us—"And then we decide what we want to play with next."