Garden Kisses

Chapter 2

The stars seemed to be winking at me cheekily and I gifted them with a small smile. A nudging breeze blew in and ruffled the curls laying on my forehead, tickling me. I was stationed at the huge double doors that opened up to the large balcony overlooking the city below. I leaned my hip on the door frame and brought my glass of red wine up to eye-level.
The wine was blood red. It swirled around the walls of the glass slowly. The wine was untouched. My lips never met the rim of its glass. She was a beautiful wine; beautifully made, beautifully aged. She was prepared to be enjoyed by a few. She must have felt so lucky and fulfilled to have been chosen by me. When I pulled out her cork I could feel her release that bottled up pressure. When she freefell into my glass, she shimmered with excitement until finally settling down, waiting to be tasted and enjoyed. I did not want to drink her. Instead, I played with her and twirled her around, keeping her entertained, keeping me entertained. I felt sorry for her. She was made specifically for this moment when her owner would open her to celebrate and drink her insides. Her owner did not have that kind of excitement or zeal. Instead, I looked at this wine with a distaste for what she reminded me of, myself.
A robust and beautiful thing displayed with the greatest care to be taken down as often as the owner saw fit, not before. There was no true connection between the owner and his ‘thing ‘, there was only the owner’s demand that his pleasure is sated by his exquisite objet d’art. And my husband did sip of my resins regularly but yet I felt cast aside, set aside from his emotions and genuine affection.
There was none of the cuddling and jokes anymore after sex. As soon as that beautiful cock exploded into my quivering pussy he was gone. He always had an excuse, training, a meeting a sudden powwow with the coach. And I would lay thereafter with a sore happy pussy but with also an aching, seeking heart.
The confusing agony of those moments suddenly began to replay in my nether regions and I groaned. I leaned back on the couch and threw my head back onto the small cushions my hair fanning out over the arm of the couch. My need for my husband crawled down my neck and splayed a heat over my breasts and I whimpered as my nipples hardened and rubbed against the soft silk of my top. I knew that feeling disconnected, from the man that had become the major chunk of my life, had me feeling insecure and needy. The way that I tried to keep him close was with a wet cunt but I did not give a fuck. There was no downside that I could see in keeping my husband as close to me as I could by making sure he got to use my pussy as he saw fit.
The memories of Addonis rapidly and aggressively thrusting into me replayed behind my eyelids and my panties immediately became wet and uncomfortable. I pulled my legs up squeezing my thighs together seeking relief but the sudden movement of my legs caused the fabric of my panties to rub against my pussy lips and my back arched at the sudden burst of pleasure.  I needed my husband and he was out getting fucking plastered with his friends.
I got up and thumped the wine glass on to the side table and growled in frustration. I needed something shoved up my pussy  NOW! I strode across my plush living-room, my heels clicking across the hardwood floor with purpose. I crossed the hall in seconds and shoved my bedroom door open. I stepped onto the cashmere rug in front of my teak four-poster bed and stared at myself in the mirror that made up the wall behind our bed. My eyes were half-closed and dewy my lips wet and parted by my quick shallow breaths. I was staring at a woman in desperate need, a woman who wanted to be dominated and owned by her king.
I watched trance-like as one small brown hand reached up and cupped my left breast squeezing then caressing lightly. The shot of heat straight to my throbbing cunt caused my knees to buckle. I broke into a frenzy and in seconds all of my clothes lay in a pile at the foot of the bed. I climbed up onto the bed and with my legs spread wide in a back-shot position I stared at my pussy in the mirror. My lips were wide open exposing the bright pink, soft flesh that glistened in the lamplight from the pussy juice seeping out of my tight hole. I reached back with one hand and dipped my middle finger into my pussy and watched in awe as my finger came out coated in thick, clinging cunt cream.
I pushed my finger into my mouth and my eyes rolled back in pleasure as the taste of my slit sent me into a tizzy. I couldn’t wait any longer as there was no need to tease myself into arousal. My pussy was raging currently, pulsing and throbbing out pussy juice and the unmistakable scent of my arousal. I turned and pulled open the nightstand drawer. I reached in and my fingers curled around the treasure that I sought.
A few months before I had complained to Addonis about his crazy schedule and the need to spend more time with him. His answer to this was to get me an exact silicone replica oh his wonderful cock, the detail was incredible, down to the vein pattern on his cock. He had grinned when I had opened the package and stated that I no longer needed to miss him so much since I could now carry a piece of him everywhere. He had completely missed the point but he was right. I used that dildo more than I would ever admit to him.
With little Addonis in hand I returned to arching my back and looked back at my ample ass and greedy pussy. I angled my arm and rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down my hot lips, I bit back a groan and whimpered. I angled my arm a little more and firmly tapped the tip of the dildo on my hard clit. Sharp bolts of electric pleasure-pain coursed down my spine and shot up into my breasts and I rubbed my face into the silk sheet as tears of need sprang onto my eyelashes. I was more than ready.
I placed the dildo at the entrance of my pussy and made sure that the tip was resting at the bottom end of my entrance. I bent my elbow and with one hard solid thrust I roughly shoved little Addonis all the way up my cunt till I felt the tip head-butt the entrance to my womb. My knees immediately buckled as the suddenness and force of my orgasm rippling through my body.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned out through gritted teeth as my body shuddered and my pussy greedily gripped and sucked on the dildo. My hand went limp and fell away from its end and as my orgasm slowly subsided I felt the soft-hardness of the silicone slip out of my burning-hot hole and plop onto the bed. On shaky knees I shifted positions and lay on my back. With trembling fingers I sought my toy and pulled it to me barely registering that the dildo was coated from the tip to the bottom of the shaft in thick white juices.
I flung my legs back till my knees were inches from my face and stared down at my pretty pussy. There was a white ring of cum around the base of my pussy which was beginning to flow towards my taint. I was far from done. I once more shoved the replica of my husband’s cock as hard as I could up my cunt and ground my pussy down onto it. I needed to thrust as rapidly and as deep as I could. I already felt the tingling in the pits of my pussy which relayed to me that squirt was building within me.
I started a jack-hammer motion and threw my head back. The room was filled with the wet sucking sound of my cunt and the scent of my cum permeated every corner. I was lost. My mouth was open in a silent scream as my hips flew up to meet every downward thrust I created. I was also spouting constant gibberish.
“Fuuuuck, yes, yes, yes……. Mmmmm soooo fucking deep…… Oh my God, my pussy. This feels soooooo goooooood in my pussy………..”
I felt the dildo forcing open my tight pussy on each thrust, till it hit its mark, my cervix. I shuddered and cried out every time that long shaft was pulled out of my cunt only to railroad its way into and past my G-spot. My nipples were achingly hard and with one hand I brought my left breast up to my lips and sucked as hard as I could on it. My back arched off the bed as I quickened the pace at which I bounced off the dildo in response to the tempo at which I was thrusting.
I opened my eyes slightly and caught sight of myself in the mirror, my mouth clamped onto one nipple, my legs vulgarly thrown apart. I cast my eyes downwards and saw a small puddle of cunt cream at the base of my ass. But it was the sight of that wonderful, thick, long cock smashing into my hot slit, causing a spurt of pussy juice to forcibly seep out on in each inward thrust that caused me to come undone.
I felt my orgasm push its way forward from the core of my pussy. I bit down in anticipation as I rapid-fired little Addonis into me with short, hard, deep thrusts. A scream tore from my throat and I was lost. I rutted on that dildo like a bitch in heat as my orgasm slowly killed me. A massive spout of squirt fountained out of my sucking cunt and droplets splayed across the mirror.
“AaaaaaaaaHHhhhhhh…….. I’m CUMMINGGGGGGG……..Arrrgghhhhh……FUUUUUUUCK!” I shouted as I rode the orgasm to the end.
My body went limp and I pushed my face into the sheet whimpering. My legs felt like lead and I took quick deep breaths trying to remember how to breathe. My limbs were tingling and I felt the pull of sleep tug at my entire body. I reached out and pulled Addonis’s pillow to me so I could at least cuddle with the scent of my husband, something I never got after sex. And with a hurting yearning for Addonis I drifted off to sleep with the replica of the cock I loved so much still buried deep inside my now sore and satisfied slit.