The three-way porn on the screen mirrored the naughty thoughts running through my deviant, dirty mind. I was alone, on the couch in the living room, obviously watching porn. My husband was due home at any moment, and I wanted to give him a pleasant surprise. Of course, it was quite pleasant for me, as well.
My black rubber tentacle dildo was bent into a U-shape, my left hand firmly grasping its center. One sucker-textured end was buried in my pussy, the other firmly embedded in my ass. By undulating my hips and thrusting, I could fuck both of my holes, the little suckers sending shivering sensations cascading through my body. My right hand was filled with my clit-sucking toy, which was doing exactly what the description implies. It was horny heaven.
The freedom of solitude allowed my mind to traverse very wantonly kinky paths. Not satisfied with merely watching the action and cumming my brains out, I was also using my self-love time to hone my dirty-talking skills.
“That’s it, you filthy slut, make him lick your ass. Mmm.”
My nipples were tingling with excitement; my breath coming in heaving pants. Flailing all over the couch, not concerned with the oozing puddles of my sexy juices soaking the cushions, my leg knocked my dress off the arm. I was so far gone that all I could do was moan at the feeling of the silky fabric against my calf as I knocked the dress to the floor.
The black tentacles needed to go deeper. I forcefully thrust it into my cunt until the bend was against my flesh. My body reacted by humping against it. I turned the clit-sucker on high.
“Fucking yes! So good. I’m such a whore; I love it, love it. Aaah.”
My Lush cordless vibrator lay on the floor, drained and dead, another casualty of my lust. It died somewhere between my third and fourth orgasms. My little, cordless bullet vibe was interred somewhere in the kitchen, the victim of a violent hurl when it decided to putter out before my second orgasm. That was a pity; I rather enjoyed the sensation of it buzzing my nipples as I fucked myself.
“That’s it,” I moaned to the porn. “Take that hard cock all the way up your ass.”
Emulating the actress’ actions, I shoved the toy deep and hard into my ass, screaming in ecstasy so loudly that it hurt my ears. Undaunted, I stopped myself a hair’s breadth away from another orgasm, pulling the womanizer off my clit and stimulating my nipples. A thousand little sucking tongues flicked them, making them buzz and tingle.
I looked around. “I need a cock for my mouth.”
Nothing presented itself, and I was running low on toys. I could always go upstairs and grab some more, but that would mean I’d have to take a break from my marathon masturbation session. I suffered through my lack of items to stuff my third hole.
The woman on the screen was humping the face of one of her lovers as the other brutally pounded her ass. Wishing I was her, I put the sucking toy back on my clit. Alternating between the low and high speeds, I thrust the toy into my dripping cunt, feeling the suction cups on the tentacle slide out of my ass, then, ease back through my sphincter as I pulled the other end out of my snatch.
My back was arching, deeply, probably making my tits look super-hot. I could see that my nipples were sticking out so far and erect, my areolas all puffed up. My breasts aren’t big enough for me to tongue or suck my nipples, so I had to stop frigging my clit to give them some much-needed attention.
“Take that load in your slutty mouth, you fucking whore,” I commanded the nameless bimbo on screen. I was nearing another orgasm and abandoned my breasts in favor of hammering my clit some more.
I heard, but ignored, the sound of my husband’s vehicle outside. A smile was suppressed; from the front door, he’d have a perfect view of me splayed out, legs spread wide, writhing and gushing all over the couch.
“Well, her car’s here, so I think she’s home unless she went over to…” my husband’s voice trailed off as the door opened.
Perfectly timed to his arrival, an intense orgasm ripped through me. The combination of multiple toys, my arousal, and being caught caused my entire body to disintegrate into passionate, horny glory. My stomach turned inside out from the thrill, my muscles contracting so violently that the toy shot out of my cunt. I didn’t care. I shrieked, moaned, and screamed, surrendering to blissful waves of release.
My husband smiled at my display. The man with him looked on in shock.
“Jerry,” my husband said as my shouts and cries subsided to somewhat less of my typical banshee-like wails. “Meet my wife, Krystal.”
Jerry, his friend from out of state, stared at me with a dropped jaw. He was pretty cute, Mediterranean in complexion, swarthy, with dark hair, and a nice body.
“Hi, Jerry,” I said, waving at him with a cum-soaked hand that just happened to be holding a black tentacle dildo. “I’m sorry. I forgot that you’d be coming over,” I lied.
I was fully aware that he was coming by and that we were headed out to dinner that evening. Hopefully, the threesome porn on the screen would be a nice, subtle hint toward my ultimate desires.
“Don’t just stand there, Jerry. Come over here, stuff that cock of yours in my mouth, then blast your jizz all over my tits.”
“Huh?” Jerry must be shy or something.
“Fuck my mouth, shoot your cum on me, then let’s go to dinner, so you can think about me nude under my dress, wearing only your spunk.”
He fearfully looked at my husband.
“You heard the lady,” my husband laughed.
That’s how I met Jerry.
