M.O.D.O.K was talking about something or other, but I was having trouble focusing on his words. All I could think of was my husband, big Mike. we have been going through a rough patch, and a but of a dry spell. I havent been fucked in forever and I was incredibly horny.
So maybe I expressed that a little, when I started talking about fire. But an you blame me, fire is really sexy, with th way it dances. Just thinking about it had me hard, its a good thing the jumpsuit i had to wear hides my harding erection.
Eventually my work day ended and I finally got to go home. Me and big mike lived in a small wood cabin just outside of town. I slowly pulled into the drive way and walked in, half expected Big Mike to be there.
Of course he wasn't, he never was, something about me being more interested in work then him so whats the point. I walk to the bedroom I sleep alone in most nights now, stripping along the way.
Once I get to my room practically naked and grab the pink dildo I keep in myte side-table. I lubed up my fingers and slowly started to finger myself, my fingers were thin and nibble but unsatisfying. I had to use three to get the same pleasure from one of my husbands.
When I Eventually decided I was done with prep, I positioned the dildo at my hole and slowly sat on it. The dildo was big was not like Big Mike, even as I fucked myself with the dildo I was unsatisfying, I just wanted my husband.
Even after fucking myself to a hands free climaxe wasn't pleasurable. I laided down on my stomach with the pink dildo still deep inside me. A soft sad noise escapes me.
I hide my face in the pillow and tried to not cry, I basically forgot about the dildos existence, I was sad i just wanted my sweat husband. I just wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me and his cock buried deep in me.
I slowly started to sob, tears running down my face as I cried into the pillows. Suddenly I feel, a large hand touching my thigh. My sobs slowly died down as I look back at the perfect face of my husband. "Missed you" I mumble out tears still running down my face.
"You ok, love?" He asked, in that sweat gentle tone, the one he always uses to comforts me. Like when i lost my arm, he stayed up with me every nights ocomforting me through the phantom pain, speaking in that same tone.
"M-mike, n-need you" I said in a high pitched whine. Big Mike puts his hand on my cheek and wipes away my tears. The other hand strokes my chocolate colored thigh, "you sure love?" He said in that calm tone.
I quickly nod my head, I've needed this for so long. He smile at me gently as the hand on my face moves down and gripes that base of the pink dildo. He starts to pull agonizingly slowly, right as only the tip of the silicone cock is left in me, he slams the rest back in.
A loud moan leaves my mouth as Big Mike starts fucks me with the pink dildo. Hes still gently rubbing my thigh as he roughly fucks me with the dildo.
I whimper out, "M-mike, I n-need y-you!" Mike smiled at me sweetly before pulling the pink dildo all the way out and and sliding his cock in, in one quick motion. And I finally got what I needed that last bit of stretch, to feel just a little to full. I almost came at the feeling of finally being full.
Big Mike slowly started fucking me at a borderline punishing pace. Big Mike kisses away the tears that are still running down my face.
Every touch sends electricity through my body, and soon I feel overwhelmed and high-strung. I'm on a knife edge and I abruptly table of the edge when Big Mike grips my cock.
Even after I come my husband keeps going, fucking me slowly tille he cums inside. And I wouldn't have it any other way. He lays down next to me. Bring my head to lay on his hairy chest, he whispers sweat nothings gently into my ear.
"I love you, im sorry I wasn't here when you got home." He said, and suddenly I was sobbing again. "Your never here, I just want you."
"Love, you have to met me half way." He said tears welming up in his eyes. "I'll do whatever you want, j-just be here when i-i get h-home." I say snot dripping from noses, tears running from my eyes in rivers. "I-i l-love y-you."
"love, if your willing to commit, I can make that happen." He said smiling at me, cock still buried to the Hilt in me."ill do anything!" I say in a practically begging tone.
"Let's talk about this in the morning love." He whispers to me, I hide my face in the crook of his neck feeling loved, And so full. I mutter a soft I love you before passing out.
The end
