Bluebeard’s wife

Of course, we ended up having a fight. It was just some stupid thing, about who was supposed to bring the cans in on garbage day, but neither of us was in the mood to talk to each other let alone have sex by the time we climbed into bed. I just left my new toy tucked into my night table and didn’t say anything about it.

I fell right asleep, and probably would have slept the whole night through without hearing John, but I woke up from a dream about Kelly. It was almost like waking from a nightmare, jolted, eyes wide, but my hands were between my legs, my pussy pulsing in response. I realized it was a wet dream, and I remembered Kelly was lying on the bench in the locker room at the gym, her legs spread. I had her vibrator in my hand, and I was fucking her with it. She kept asking me to use my tongue, but I was afraid.

I woke up hearing her moaning in my head as she climaxed, and realized that the bed was shaking-it wasn’t just me. John was masturbating. I smiled, closing my eyes again, listening to his hand shuttle up and down his shaft. He was unaware of me, I knew. He was too used to me sleeping through it all.

“Oh, yeah, baby, spread that ass for me,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, getting into his fantasy. My hand was still tucked between my legs, and I edged my finger between my lips as I listened to him, searching out my clit.

“Come on, let me lick it.” His hand moved faster, the bed vibrating. The thought of John licking pussy from behind was exciting. “Let me shove my tongue in your ass.” My finger froze against my clit and I think I even stopped breathing. Where was he imagining putting his tongue? His breathing was very fast, and I heard him grunt and stop moving. I knew, from listening to him before, that he hadn’t come. He waited a few moments, and I listened to his breath slow while I nudged my clit with my finger, thinking about what I’d just heard.

His hand started moving again, and I strained to hear him whispering in the dark.

My finger was rolling around my clit now, rubbing it in circles.

“You want that tongue, baby?” he murmured. “I love your little asshole.” I found myself aching to play with my new toy, to feel it filling me again, that heavenly vibration running all through me. Of course, I couldn’t do that and still hear John. I remembered what Kelly had said at the gym, about “rolling over and helping him.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he moaned, and I could hear that his cock was slick.

I rolled toward him and I heard him stop. He was trying to control his breathing. I waited for a moment and he started again, whispering something else I couldn’t hear.

My pussy was aching, and I edged a little closer to him, touching my legs and feet to his.

He stopped again, turning his head toward me. “Tara?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I murmured, sliding a hand over his hard, flat belly under the covers. His hand was still wrapped around his stiff cock and I moved my hand over his, sliding up and down. “Don’t stop.”

“I-” He started to say something but I leaned over and licked his nipple.

“I love listening to you touch yourself,” I whispered, tracing circles in the dark.

He moaned, his hand moving again, moving my hand with his, up and down his shaft.

“That’s so hot,” I whispered. “You make me so wet.”

He groaned again, turning his face to me and searching for my mouth. I kissed him, our tongues mingled wetness and heat.

“I want to show you something.” I leaned over and pulled open my night table drawer. I found the vibrator, and switched on the low light next to the bed. John was squinting at me, and I smiled as I turned back to him, holding my toy.

His jaw dropped. Then he grinned. “Wow.”

“Do you wanna watch me play?” I pressed the button and made the little hummingbird vibrate. “You can play, too, while you watch me. Maybe we can come together.”

His eyes went from me to the vibrator. “Yeah.”

I leaned back, my pussy facing him, lifting my t-shirt so he could see. He rolled onto his elbow, and the sheet slipped off his hips, and I could see his hand moving slowly up his shaft.

“This part vibrates,” I explained. “This little bird.” I pressed it to my clit, turning it up a little higher and moaning. “And when you put it inside,” I said, sliding the pink tip deep into me. “It rests right against my clit.”

“Nifty invention,” he breathed. “How long have you had it?”

“It came this afternoon.” I started moving the vibrator in my pussy. I watched John’s eyes. He was transfixed, his hand moving faster over his cock.

“Mmm, and did you come this afternoon, too?”

“Yes.” I flushed, remembering Kelly. “But there’s more.”

“Does it slice and dice, too?” He grinned at me and I giggled.

“If I press this button, these little beads rotate.” I turned it on and felt them beginning to move inside of me. The sensation was incredible and I moved my hips with it.

“Damn,” John whispered as he watched me. “That’s hot.”

“It makes me come really hard.” I moved it deeper inside of me, pressing the vibrating hummingbird close so the wings spread wide over my clit.