Between work, life, and caring for our toddler, it had been a while since my wife, Anne, and I had a long, sensual stretch of time together. Sure, there had been handjobs and blowjobs scattered throughout the previous month, but I was starved for sex and hungered for my wife, who’s never failed to please me. This year, my birthday happened to coincide with Father’s Day. And though we were primarily celebrating by going out for a nice lunch with a few friends at a local restaurant, I was of course hoping that Anne and I would enjoy our own special celebration alone.

My wife dressed for the occasion, wearing one of her nicest dresses, which also happened to reveal her bountiful cleavage. I’m a relatively boring dude, mid-thirties, 6’1” with dark hair and beard and a decent body. But my wife is a 5'6", soft-but-thin mid-thirties woman with long dark hair, porcelain skin, perky D-cups, and a luscious ass. Since having our child, her breasts had grown considerably and she undoubtedly knew I’d have trouble keeping my eyes off her while we were out.

“You look beautiful,” I said as we made our way to the garage. “Are you trying to tease me?”

“Of course. Gotta keep the birthday boy entertained,” Anne said, then winked and kissed me on the cheek.

“Oh yeah? I hope that applies after lunch, too.”

I ran my hands up and down her body, over her hips and then across her back, then pulled her in for a deep kiss. She felt my cock swelling in my pants, pressing against her stomach as it rose to attention. She pushed me away with a laugh, then brushed my semi-erect penis through my pants. This alone drove me wild.

“Save that for later! There will be plenty of time for more.”

Nearly breathless, I nodded, we laughed, then grabbed our coats and got in the car. When we arrived at the restaurant, we had a great time, full of good food, good drinks, good company. There was a lot of laughter and fun conversation, but throughout it all, I kept stealing glances at Anne and longing to return home, tear off her clothes, and fill her with cock and cum. She flirted with me throughout our time out, which grew only more arousing as she polished off a couple of drinks and her cheeks became flushed. Finally, we bid farewell to our friends and got back in the car, and I knew then that Anne had some mischief in mind, same as me. She leaned across the center console, took my face in hand, and kissed me.

“Be careful driving home. I need you,” she said as she looked me deep in the eye. Knowing Anne was horny, buzzed, and eager to have some fun, it took everything within me not to speed all the way home. Somehow, I kept control despite her hand on my hip and the quiet air of desperate want between us. When we pulled into the garage, Anne hopped out quickly and said she needed to freshen up and retreated upstairs to our bedroom. Frustrated, but aware she probably needed to pee, I nodded quietly and offered to make us drinks.

Just as I was emptying the contents of the shaker into two glasses, Anne called to me from upstairs. I tried to play it cool as I took the stairs two-by-two, trying hard not to spill the drinks as I hurried. When I strolled into the room, Anne giggled at what was undoubtedly a look of dumbfound horniness on my face. She had drawn the curtains closed so the room was dimmed, but there, on the bed, lay my gorgeous wife, her pale, porcelain skin bright as she massaged her full breasts with one hand and pushed the other between her legs.

“I’m very horny for you, birthday boy,” Anne said breathily. “How do you want to celebrate?”

Though I was busy drinking in the sight of my wife, I took a sip of my cocktail to steady myself and found my hand trembling with anticipation. These were among my favorite times together as husband and wife. When we were free to enjoy each other without worrying or rushing. I set the cocktails on the closest nightstand and approached Anne, then brushed my fingertips along one of her feet.

“I have many ideas about how I’d like to enjoy my horny wife,” I said, as I started to undress. When at last my cock was free, it began to stiffen when Anne reached out, took it in her hand, and began to massage it.

“Whatever you want today, I’m ready and willing,” she said. She spread her legs a bit and showed me her glistening pussy as evidence of her claim.

“Whatever I want, huh? I think you know what that means.”

“Yes, I think I might,” Anne said as she offered me a playful smile, then let go of my cock and picked up her drink.

As she took a sip, I crossed the bedroom to our dresser and opened the drawer we use to keep our sex toys. Within awaited a few dildos of different sizes, some handcuffs, a blindfold, some sex games, a bottle of lube, and finally, a beige-colored cock sleeve. Since Anne and I had met, we were always sexually adventurous with one another.

We had for a long time been using toys in the bedroom, primarily a vibrator and a handful of dildos. Though she was vehemently opposed to a threesome with another person, I love to watch her squirm while she gives me a blowjob, and she loves taking cock from both ends while she does. For about a year, I had been talking about trying a cock sleeve with her. I’m not small at 6.5”x5.5”, but I had always fantasized about watching Anne fuck a large cock. She often protested this, but whenever she loosened up and her desire took over, mentions of “big dick” and “feeling full” were common elements of her dirty talk. She has repeatedly asserted that she’s satisfied with me and my size, and I have no reason to doubt her. Our sex life has always been open and honest, one of the qualities that most attracted me to her when we met.

And so, we talked about the sleeve on occasion, and my desire to give her the truly big dick I felt she deserved, and after she agreed to give it a go, we even tried a cheaper one once. She complained then about the texture (it was made of cheap rubber and did not feel especially pleasant for either of us), so we didn't get far, but we were both turned on by the experience, so the idea had not quite died. As months went by, I mentioned it from time to time and after searching out better options, I purchased the more realistic, higher quality Mailman 8 sleeve from Blissful Creations and told her it was available anytime she wanted it. She rolled her eyes and laughed, but when I tried it on alone, I could not believe the jump in quality and my size. Though it did not fit me perfectly, a desperate hope took hold that I would one day get to try it with my wife.

Judging from our brief conversation and Anne’s reaction, it seemed that on this day, my time had come. But as I stood at the drawer full of toys, I knew she couldn’t go full tilt out the gate. So, I selected a larger purple dildo she had yet to try. It resembled my own cock, but at 7”x6”, offered a bit more length and thickness. When I turned to show her, I found she had retrieved her vibrator from her nightstand drawer and was holding it against her clit. She moaned as she looked at me, then nodded slowly at the sight of the dildo. Upon seeing her in such a state, my own cock throbbed, hungry to enjoy her.

“Let’s get you warmed up. I think you should try this one today,” I said.

I took out the bottle of lube and applied a dollop to the purple silicone, moistening it as I jumped on the bed beside Anne. She drew me toward her for a kiss and as we joined lips, she moaned into my mouth. We exchanged kisses for a long moment, but my desire was too much to ignore. I pulled away, then kissed down her body, sucking on her nipples as I went, until I was face-to-face with her pussy. She spread her legs wide. I nudged the vibrator aside and pressed my fingers against her opening to find her leaking profusely. I wondered for a moment if the lube was even necessary. Anne loves to be teased, so I pushed the head of the big purple cock up against her pussy lips and began to move it up and down against her, tickling her clit and teasing her hole. She moaned loudly as she returned the vibrator to her clit. Taking that as a signal to continue, I lined up the dildo and pushed it gently inside her.

She breathed out slowly and moaned quietly as the dildo spread her open, until at last the silicone balls came to a stop against her skin. I moved up the bed and knelt near Anne’s face, my swaying cock but inches away from her lips. She reached up to take hold, then drew my penis down toward her mouth and immediately tried to take me as deep down her throat as she could manage. The warmth of her mouth and tongue was incredible and I thought for a moment that I’d cum right there. Instead, I grabbed one of her heaving breasts with one hand, and pulled on the dildo in her pussy with the other and then slammed it back into her hard. As I teased her tits and started to fuck her with the purple cock, she sucked my own cock more vigorously, moaning louder and louder each time I pounded her or thrust into her throat.

“Look at my slutty wife sucking cock while getting fucked hard by a big dick,” I said as I slammed the dildo into her harder than I ever had before. I smiled and laughed to keep from coming as she pushed my dick into her cheek and massaged it through her skin with her hand. “That’s a good girl, take that big dick in your little pussy. I know how much you love taking two cocks now, you little slut.”

At this, Anne grew very still and quiet. She breathed out sharply through her nose and bucked against the vibrator on her clit and the cock I was thrusting into her pussy, until it seemed she was on the brink of orgasm. She began to squeal with my dick in her mouth as I fucked her even harder. I took hold of her head once more and turned it toward me, then bent over to bring my face close to hers.

“Are you cumming on these two cocks, my little slut? Are you going to come for me?” I smiled at her as I thrust my cock into her mouth. She moaned again more deeply, then nodded enthusiastically. Her pale skin was flushed then, her body was trembling. And as I pushed the dildo as deep as it would go, she spasmed and gasped, riding out the orgasm that washed over her body. I withdrew my cock from her mouth and watched her cum, until at last she lay in the bed breathing deep and releasing a sigh of satisfaction. When I withdrew the dildo from her pussy, she muttered a long, disappointed, “Nooooooo.”

“Don’t worry, my love, I’m not done with you yet. I’ll fill you up again.”

“Oh yeah? What do you have in mind now?” Anne asked playfully. She gently stroked my throbbing, spit-soaked cock, and grinned. In the dim light of the darkened room, her satisfied smile shone brightly.

“I want to fuck you with the big dick sleeve,” I said, breathlessly. She looked up at me with her blue eyes half open, clearly cock drunk and incredibly turned on, and smiled.

“OK. Since it’s a special occasion. Go get it and give it to me.”

Hands trembling, heart pounding, I returned to our drawer of sex toys and retrieved the cock sleeve within. Anne watched me closely from the bed and continued to massage her pussy as I lubed up my throbbing cock, stretched out the sleeve as I had practiced before, and slid it down into place. With the sleeve filled in by my rock-hard penis, I looked and felt enormous. Whereas my cock was always stiff and stood at attention when erect, as soon as the sleeve was on, the added weight drew me downward, with its full 8 inches swaying in front of me as I moved.

“Wow,” Anne said. I could see her eyes grow wide at the sight. “How do you want me?”

“I think you should move to the edge of the bed. I want to watch you take it,” I said, trying hard to suppress the excited tremor in my voice.

“OK,” Anne said. She laid back on the bed, her big breasts bouncing, and scooted to the edge as instructed. She then spread her legs wide and held her knees back with her hands. Just watching her do this, prepare for big dick, was incredibly arousing. I approached her pussy with my giant cock, and it was then I truly appreciated how much larger it was than my own had ever been. It looked like a big piece of meat, like every huge porn star cock I had ever seen, and it was about to enter my wife. I took my now enormous cock in my hand, applied some lube, and touched its thick tip to Anne’s soaking, waiting pussy.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so,” Anne said. Though she sounded confident and full of desire, I don’t think she was truly prepared for what came next. With one hand, I spread her pussy lips as wide as I could manage, while with the other hand, I guided my cock inside. Almost immediately, Anne began to moan at the sensation. She closed her eyes as I pushed gently with my hips, teasing her hole again, until at last the thick cock head was nestled in her pussy. Only an inch or so was in her, but I paused a moment to let Anne catch her breath. Then, eager to give her more, I took hold of her raised legs and continued pushing my cock inside. She sucked in a sharp breath and let loose a deep moan as she reached down to spread her pussy herself.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Anne repeated again and again as inch after inch disappeared within her pussy. Though it stretched to accommodate the huge cock entering her, Anne’s glistening lips looked as though they would split. With my cock only halfway inside her, I paused again to let her adjust to the size. She was spread open wider than I had ever seen and I throbbed at the sight. She laughed as she caught her breath, her big tits jiggling. She opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, “Holy shit. That thing is fucking big.”

“Is it too much?”

I grabbed hold of one of Anne’s breasts and gently thumbed her stiff nipple as she considered the question. A small, damp pool of her wetness and lube had begun to form on the bed beneath her ass. Anne retrieved her vibrator from where she had abandoned it, looked down at the cock remaining outside her body, then shook her head and started toying with her clit.

“No, keep going,” she smiled.

I throbbed at her response and with her permission granted, I continued to feed her pussy my giant cock. As each new inch entered her, I withdrew a bit, then pushed in again a little further, slowly carving out her pussy and preparing it for more. All the while, she moaned uncontrollably, repeating “oh my god” again and again. We took it agonizingly slow for a time, until at last the entire length of my enhanced cock was buried inside Anne’s body. Feelings of pride and raw desire washed over me as I looked down at my wife. Even through the sleeve, I could feel how tight and hot she was. She moaned relentlessly with her eyes screwed shut, one hand holding her vibrator while the other played with her breasts. Seeing that Anne was not just capable of taking an enormous cock, but that she was enjoying it, nearly drove me to orgasm.

“How does it feel? You took the whole thing,” I said.

“I don’t know. It’s a lot. You feel really big inside me.”

“Are you ready for more?”

“I don’t know,” she said, her voice full of desire, but tinged with a hint of worry. In response, I pushed my hips forward to grind the big dick inside her, then flexed my cock to let her feel it. She moaned at the sensation. “Yes. Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.”

Her breathless words were music to my ears. I’ve always been most turned on when Anne is turned on. If she’s not enjoying herself, I can’t enjoy myself. So, the feeling of giving her such an overwhelming experience was incredibly arousing. I dragged my cock out of her to the tip, then pushed it hard back inside. She cried out, surprised, then grabbed hold of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. We tongued each other’s mouths as I started to pound her, thrusting my hips forward and back so my thick cock worked in and out of her like a piston. Her soaking wet pussy squelched each time I filled her again. I pulled my face back from hers and watched my impaled wife writhe on the dick. She thrust her head backward, grunting at the ceiling as I pushed her legs back and fucked her into the bed. I held it there for a minute, taking in the sight of my impaled wife as she writhed on the dick.

“Do you like getting fucked by this big dick?” I asked. I felt powerful, dominant, like her body was a toy to use as I saw fit. She made no reply except to moan loudly like she never had before, in one continuous, unbroken sound. I squeezed one of her nipples with one hand and took her chin in my other and pointed her face toward mine. Voice full of stern command, I said, “Tell me, my little slut, how you like taking my big dick.”

“I love it. I love it,” Anne said, as she half-opened her eyes to look up at me. Her own voice was like an animal growl born of pleasure and abandon. Her body began to tremble and it seemed as though she was on the verge of another orgasm. She looked at me then, and in a moment I’ll never forget, said, “I fucking love getting fucked by this huge cock.”

As reward for her honesty, I pushed the entire length of my cock inside her again, this time as deep as it would go. I pulsed against her cervix and in a span of breaths, it became obvious she was cumming. Even through the sleeve, I felt her body spasm and the muscles in her pussy contract. Her breasts heaved, her pale skin flushed an even darker shade of red. She wrapped her legs around me and was silent for a time, her breath caught in her lungs, and then she exploded in an endless, squealing moan of pleasure. With my cock still buried in her, I pulled back a measure to watch her cum. While she regained her breath, I throbbed within the sleeve, happy to see her satisfied. But since I still hadn’t finished, I was not ready to let her rest.

Without a word, I took hold of her hips and guided her to roll over, all without removing my cock from her pussy. She got on all fours and presented herself to me, and I resumed pounding her. Her ass bounced with each collision with my hips. I grabbed hold of it and spread her cheeks wide, watching the thick dick move in and out of her frothing pussy. Fucking her from behind never failed to make me cum and within just a few seconds of her throwing her ass back on my cock, I felt myself approaching an orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god,” Anne moaned as I grabbed hold of her hips and fucked her harder. A hint of surprise crept into her voice. We rarely fucked for this long, and I was worried she was beginning to tire, but I could not get enough of her body and pleasure. Still, she grabbed hold of my wrist, a sign to relent. “Wait, wait. I just need a minute. It’s a lot.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I want you to finish,” Anne said. She lifted her torso until she was upright, then reached back to take hold of my head and draw me in for a kiss. I ran my hands up and down her body, up from her thighs to the tips of her fingers, before settling one hand upon her breast and another upon her neck. She moaned at the touch and said, “Keep going. I want you to keep fucking me.”

We continued this way for a long time, with her essentially sitting back on my giant cock as I gripped her throat and played with her nipples. I gently bit her neck and breathed hot into her ears, all the while thrusting up into her soaking wet pussy. Her moans grew again in intensity, until she was almost crying each time my cock filled her. I pushed her forward onto the bed so her face was down and her ass was up, and I relentlessly pounded her pussy. It was when I noticed a small puddle of drool on the comforter near her mouth that I knew I was near to cumming. Anne’s ass rippled each time I pounded her and she moaned into the bed and in a moment, I was almost there.

“I’m going to cum,” I said into her ear. “This big cock is going to cum inside you.”

“Yes, please, give me your cum. Fill me with your cum,” she said on shortened breath. Those five words were almost always enough on their own to send me over the edge and this time was no different. In a moment, I felt my orgasm swell and then overcome me and I ejected what felt like buckets of cum into the cock sleeve inside my wife. She moaned along with me, though I did not think she reached another orgasm.

Anne laid flat on the bed and exhausted, I fell down beside her breathing hard, my softening cock still encased in the sleeve. I leaned over to kiss her head, then gave her ass a playful slap. When we were once again able to move, we found the bedspread was a disaster and each of us was a sticky, sweat-soaked mess. We pulled away from one another with laugh, retrieved all the dirty toys, and made for the bathroom for a shower. I set the dildo and her vibrator on the counter to be cleaned. When I finally pulled the sleeve off me, I tipped it over the sink and a river of cum poured out of it.

“That was insane,” Anne said as we waited for the water to warm. She looked at my cock and then the sleeve in my hand. I started to wash each of the toys in turn while she fixed her hair.

“Seriously. You were fucking incredible. I loved it,” I said. Eager to get her reaction, I peppered her with questions. “What did you think? Would you try it again? How did it feel to enjoy three different?”

“I think the sleeve was a bit much, but it was fun as a one-time experience. It felt very different, I don’t know how to describe it. But I still prefer the real thing.”

“Oh yeah? A one-time experience, huh?” I raised an eyebrow, then held up the sleeve and pressed my body close to hers and looked her up and down. “I don’t know, you seemed to be cumming pretty hard. You said you loved being fucked by the huge cock.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Anne said. I could tell she had enjoyed it, but was hesitant to say so. But still, she smiled and, looking again at the sleeve, said, “Maybe another time...”