He hid a smile as she helped him yank the garment over her head.
And there she was…his Lottie. Creamy curves, elegant lines, aroused and defiant eyes. In that moment, he realized that she owned every part of him: his brain, his heart, his jutting cock.
She knew it, too. In that instant, the tables were turned. Her smile seductive, she reached for the dildo.
“Watch,” she said throatily.
He observed from the foot of the bed, riveted by his wife.
She brought the dildo to her lips. He swallowed as she licked the broad dome. When she traced the carved vee on the underside with her tongue, he could feel the sensual caress on his own throbbing head. Slowly, she pushed the rod betwixt her lips, making it disappear inch by inch. Her eyes on his, she hollowed her cheeks, and he groaned, his cock responding to that phantom suction.
When she pulled the instrument out, it was shiny and slick. She trailed the dildo down her throat and over the rounded mound of her breast. His lungs seized as she traced the dome over the stiff pink buds until they, too, were glistening.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said reverently. “What you fantasize about.”
Her eyes were smoky with passion. “Right now, I am imagining this dildo is your cock.”
Christ.He leaked more seed as she dragged the dildo down the center of her body.
“Your skin would feel so soft against my prick,” he rasped.
“I am even softer here. Wetter, too.”
She spread her knees, giving him a view that made his blood steam in his veins. And that was before she brought the dildo to her dewy pink crease and rubbed the head against her pearl.
“Do you like it when I tease your pussy that way?” He took up her fantasy. “When I rub my cock against your stiff little bud?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “It feels lovely.”
His nostrils flaring, he watched her diddle herself with lazy strokes. Unable to resist, he shed his robe, wrapping a hand around his enormous erection. Lottie’s gaze locked on his cock, and she whimpered, frigging herself harder.
He pumped himself slowly. “Where else do you want this?”
“Inside.” She sighed. “Inside my pussy.”
“Put it in.”
His cock twitched in his fist as she slid the dildo into her quim.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Like I would rather have the real thing.”
Her pout made his cock quiver with anticipation.
“You’ll have it soon enough, sweetheart,” he promised. “After you play with yourself.”
She did as he asked and gave him a show, working the dildo into her pussy, arching her hips in rhythm to her thrusts. He was fascinated by his opposing reactions: burning lust and irrational jealousy…over a fake cock, for Christ’s sake. Yet Lottie was his, and he wanted to be the one touching her, pleasuring her.
She caught her bottom lip beneath her teeth, and he knew the dildo alone wasn’t enough to bring her over. Leaning forward, he skated his thumb over her pearl, and she jerked, moaning. He frigged her harder, pressing her bud against the gliding ivory. She liked his petting well enough, but it didn’t make her spend.
“What do you need, love?” he asked intently. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Make love to me,” she whispered. “I want to come with your cock inside me.”
Who am I to resist such a summons?
Tossing aside the dildo, he got on his back, hauling his wife atop him. She gasped as he pulled her down on his stiff flesh. He could feel her passage stretching to take him.
