James had just gotten home from his patrol duty. He came through the front door expecting to see his wife, Abbey, sitting on the sofa, lounging. She usually watched her favorite late-night show almost every night when he came home, but not tonight.
He scanned the house, searching for any clue about her whereabouts. His eyes landed on an open box sitting on the dining room table. Curious, he moved closer to inspect its contents, but just before reaching it, a faint moan drifted from their bedroom.
James recognized Abbey’s moans instantly—he knew she was pleasuring herself. Moving as quietly as possible, he made his way to their bedroom, eager to see how she was indulging. As he reached the doorway, it became clear what had been inside the box.
Abbey had treated herself to a new toy, and at that moment, she was lost in pure bliss. Anchored firmly to the floor, the dildo allowed her to move with slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring every sensation as she indulged in her own pleasure, slowly working her way up and down the shaft of her new pleasure.
“Well, what do we have here?” James teased, his voice laced with amusement. Abbey’s head snapped up, her breath hitching as she met his gaze. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
Abbey’s lips curled into a playful smile as she met James’s gaze, her breath still unsteady. “Perfect timing,” she purred, shifting slightly but making no move to pull away. “I was just thinking about ways to spice things up for us.”
James arched an intrigued brow, his grin deepening as he leaned against the doorway. “Oh?” he mused, eyes flicking over the scene before him.
Abbey’s fingers traced lazy patterns over her skin, a spark of mischief in her eyes. “Tell me,” she murmured, voice sultry and inviting, “what are your thoughts on a little… double the pleasure?”
A rush of heat surged through James at her words, his body reacting instantly. Desire coiled tight within him, his breath hitching as his imagination ran wild. The mischievous glint in Abbey’s eyes only fueled the fire, making it impossible to ignore the growing need stirring deep inside him.
“Apparently you like the idea,” Abbey said, noting the growing bulge in James’s pants.
Abbey ran a teasing finger down her thigh, her breath warm and inviting. “I’ve been getting myself ready for a while now,” she murmured, eyes locked onto James with a sultry glint. “Let’s see if they both fit.”
With deliberate slowness, she lifted herself off the toy, savoring the moment before turning her attention to her husband. As James pulled his shirt over his head, she stepped closer, fingers deftly working at his belt. The metallic clink echoed softly between them, followed by the pop of his button and the slow slide of his zipper.
A smirk tugged at her lips as his pants dropped, leaving him in nothing but his navy-blue boxers—his growing cock evident beneath the fabric. Abbey’s hands grazed over his hips, her touch featherlight, as she looked up at him with playful anticipation.
“Make sure you let me know if it hurts,” James told Abbey, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Ok, I will.”
“Ready?” James asked his wife.
Abbey exhaled a slow, shaky breath, her eyes dark with anticipation. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she murmured, her voice laced with both excitement and nerves.
She eased herself onto their queen-sized bed, her body sinking into the soft sheets as James moved over her. With steady hands, he guided himself toward her, pressing gently until the head of his length stretched her just enough to make her gasp.
“Wait,” she breathed, her fingers gripping his forearm. A flicker of tension crossed her face, her body adjusting to the sensation. “Just stay there for a moment… I need a little more time.”
James stilled, his muscles taut with restraint as he watched her, his desire warring with the urge to make sure she was fully comfortable. He leaned down, brushing a tender kiss against her collarbone, his voice a soothing whisper. “Tell me when, baby.”
“I got an idea. Let’s see how many orgasms we can get out of you instead. How does that sound?” James asked.
“Awesome. You fuck me first.”
James pulled the dildo out of Abbey and slid his cock inside her. “You still feel a little tight. I’ll have that fixed by your first orgasm,” James said slyly.
James gripped Abbey’s hips, his restraint slipping as he began to move with urgent intensity. Each thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through her, drawing out gasps and moans that grew louder with every passing second. The sound of their bodies moving in sync filled the room, a symphony of raw desire. Abbey clung to him, her fingers digging into his back as waves of sensation built between them, each movement pushing them closer to the edge.
“You must have worked yourself up quite a bit before I got back if you’re already this close,” James said seductively. And with that, Abbey came.
James kept thrusting until he came as well. “FUCK!” James shouted as he came.
James traced slow, teasing circles along Abbey’s inner thigh, his voice a low murmur. “Now, let’s focus on you, sweetheart.”
His fingers explored her with practiced ease, stretching her just enough to make her shudder. As he slipped a third finger inside, Abbey let out a soft gasp, her body instinctively rocking against his hand, seeking more.
A wicked smirk played on James’s lips as he watched her move, lost in the sensation. Leaning down, he pressed a trail of kisses along her thighs before claiming her with his mouth, his tongue flicking over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Abbey’s moans grew breathless, her fingers tangling in the sheets as waves of pleasure built inside her, each stroke of his tongue pushing her higher.
“Oh shit, right there—don’t stop, fuck!” Abbey gasped between moans, her body trembling as pleasure crashed over her.
Moments later, she exhaled a deep, satisfied sigh. “I’m exhausted, honey… try for three tomorrow?” she murmured sleepily.
James chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Okay,” he whispered, but Abbey was already fast asleep.
With a smirk, he added softly, “We’ll try tomorrow.”
