I was laying in bed masturbating, looking at porn. Earlier in the evening I proposed sex to my wife but she was not interested as is a common occurrence. As the evening grew late, I heard her approach the bedroom. I made no effort to hide and she showed her usual smirk while calling me a naughty boy. She slid into bed and I unsuccessfully tempted her with sex by showing my pre-cum covered cock. Again, she declined but offered that I could touch her pussy.

So I lay on the bed, continuing to touch myself and her unimpressed pussy while the porn played. The content changed to a compilation of rough sex with big dicks and large volume orgasms. She knows this content turns me on and this day it seemed to arouse her more than usual. She started to moan as I got my hopes up, again, for sex. My heart sank but fluttered when she asked me to get her dildo.

For reference, my wife does not masturbate often. Her vibrator is one I bought her in college and she gradually started using it more. Years ago I bought a dildo as a way to keep the sex life fresh although it catered more to my kinks than hers. It was pink, about 8 inches of thick shaft with silicon balls and suction cup. She tried it a couple times but found the material too hard and quick lost interest. I had learned to not request the dildo after many rejections.

I was so excited about her proposal that I didnt even question when she told me to lube it. A few swift strokes of my hand had the more impressive member glistening. Unsuccesful attempts were made by me to insert the dildo into her now aroused pussy. After several failures she took it from my hand and inserted it herself. "Ah, there it goes" she said as the bulbous head disappeared with a pop.

After taking pleasure into her own hands I could only kneel and stroke my pulsating cock as more and more of the dildo disappeared. It was slow at first; her pace quickend as she hungrily accepted more and more length. She focused on the girthiest portion, allowing it to transverse her opening repeatedly. The moaning intensified as her pace quickened and the rubber balls brushed her lips.

I asked one last time if I could enter her in the hope for my own increased pleasure but was again denied. As a sort of teasing consolation prize, she removed the dildo and let me feel her wet, dominated, stretched out hole. Emasculated, I retracted and coated my own cock with her juices as she easily inserted the dildo and continued.

My wife was approaching cock drunk levels of horny I rarely see. As the dildo continued to thrust she pulled my cock into her mouth. "I'm so full" she whisperer yelled in-between slurps. The muffled yells put me past the edge. I pulled out to cum on her tits when she begged for it on her face. Usually this was a location only for special occasions. No questions were asked as I repositioned and gave her the biggest facial I could. The volume was more than I had ever given her and it prevented opening either her eyes or mouth. She went even more feral and started furiously rubbing her clit while the pink monster audibly made a mess on our sheets. Her release came and she was a writhing, screaming mess.

With the dildo still inside, she lay there loudly breathing through her nose. Cum bubbles contracted just as she continued to quietly do on her dildo. I took the initiative wipe the cum away from her mouth and eyes and continued supplying tissues as she returned to reality. She unsheathed the dildo and handed it to me with cleaning instructions. As I walked to the sink, carrying the glistening competitor, I was tempted to lick the taste of her own orgasm. I felt my throat become dry and face flush but the embarrassment was overwhelming. Water from the sink ran onto my hands as I washed my wife's satisfaction from the thick heavy toy. A shadow was cast as the dildo was propped up to dry. I walked away as my wife called for me to change the sheets.