"I got you something. I think you're going to like it."

Shortly after the table had been cleared of breakfast, Alex pushed the anonymous-looking matte black gift box across the table towards me, a wry smile etched across her face.

I raised a questioning eyebrow and cocked my head to one side. Examining the box offered no clue as to what lay within, and even the weight of the small package was nondescript. An embossed gold seal held the box closed, and I made to open it.

"Not here. Upstairs," she said quickly, briefly glancing around the hotel restaurant.

I narrowed my eyes slightly. My wife gave me a knowing look; as in, not only did she definitely know something I didn't, but she was enjoying that fact too. I'd seen it before - and it hadn't always ended well for me.

Something presumably not suitable for public consumption had piqued my interests though and I felt my heartbeat quicken. Given the plans we had made for today already, I had an inkling that the undisclosed contents might be related.

"Shall we..." I indicated over my shoulder towards the exit with my thumb.

"You go. You'll understand when you open it. Take your time," she instructed, her grin widening. A devilish look flashed across the depths of her light brown eyes. "Just let me know when you're ready, and I'll meet you in the lobby."

Bemused, I took my leave and wandered back to the hotel room. A hot shower was on the agenda, now that the morning's primary goal of caffeine had been achieved. Standing in the elevator, my mind drifted to the gift box I held, curious as to what my wife was up to, replaying the sight of her coy smile in my mind.

In the peace of our hotel room, I slipped into a comfortable armchair, the mysterious box sitting before me on the coffee table. I eyed it warily. Despite simply being a plain black box, the exterior exuded quality and hinted that whatever lay within would mirror that.

Leaning forwards, I took the package in my hands, and, with the faintest sense of trepidation, I slipped a thumbnail under the seal and peeled it back. Unfolding the lid of box revealed a small envelope underneath a layer of crisp, dark red tissue paper and, moving them aside, unveiled the contents in all its glory.

A grin to match my wife's spread across my face, followed by a healthy blush of colour to my cheeks. I mean, I wasn't embarrassed per se; it was just my wife's audacity that had caught me by surprise.

Leaving the present in the box for a moment, I flicked open the envelope and withdrew the card, digesting my wife's looping handwriting:

Wear this for me. It will tide us over nicely until later. And remember, I am looking forward to having you.

P.S. Follow the instructions in the box.

Butterflies of anticipation fizzed in my belly, and I pushed them down with a deep breath, exhaling slowly to settle my nerves.

After examining the contents and checking the instructions, I took them through to the bathroom with me. Stripping down, I set the shower running and focused on preparation for later that day, as I waited for the water to heat up.

Stepping into the scalding hot water, I felt both mind and body gradually unwind, as my thoughts drifted to the ideas Alex and I had exchanged; first tentatively, then the discussion had rapidly heated up, as we both shared our suggestions and desires. I closed my eyes, feeling the water cascade down my body, easing the tension in my muscles.

Thinking of the possibilities the day held, the suggestions my wife had hinted at, I felt myself stiffen rapidly, rising to stand firmly. Soaping my body, using both hands I ran the lather over my chest, through the salt and pepper chest hair and across my nipples, then down, around my hips. Squeezing my cheeks, I parted them, letting the soap run down, feeling my fingers toy with my entrance, long flat strokes of my fingertips sending shivers up my spine. One hand moved to my front, between my thighs and grasping myself in a closed fist, idly stroking, feeling the firmness swell as I visualised what Alex might have in store for us.

Exercising uncharacteristic restraint, I released my grip, retrieved my fingers, and finished up, stepping from the big rain shower refreshed, squeaky clean and conscious of my pulse beating an elevated tempo in my ears.

All that remained was to follow the instructions in the box carefully, and a little while later I padded carefully through to the bedroom. Moving prudently, I dressed in dark blue jeans and a button-down Oxford shirt, slipped on some smart leather boots, and grabbing the room key, stepped out into the hallway.

Letting the door thud shut behind me, I paused to retrieve my phone and sent my wife a short message to let her know I was en-route.

Walking tentatively to the elevator, my senses were heightened thanks to the presence of the gift, abundant with irrational concern that at any time, one of the hotel guests would clock my secret. In fact, flushed cheeks and a more rigid posture than normal aside, there was no way any passer-by could know. That didn't stop the heat rising up my neck though.

I exited the lift and drifted into the atrium, locating my wife sitting in an armchair in quiet corner away from the reception desk. I slipped into an empty chair opposite her, settling very carefully onto the plump cushion, feeling a rush of stimulation unbalance my body.

Alex looked up from her novel. Judging by the slight flush in her own cheeks and her selection of seat - back to the wall and facing out into the lobby - I hazarded a guess she was reading something smutty.

Placing her book to one side, she made eye contact with me, then raised an eyebrow. Something unspoken passed between us instinctively. My face broke into a wide grin and the blush reappeared, growing into a deep raspberry colour. I broke eye contact and looked down, nodding my confirmation.

"Good boy," she said in a low voice with an approving tone.

She reached for her phone, brandishing it with exaggerated conspicuousness, and began tapping away, glancing up every now and then. My eyes wandered across the lobby, taking in the occupants. Everyone seemed to be going about their day, and I turned my gaze back to Alex. Suddenly, her eyes flicked upwards sharply to meet mine, filled with anticipation.

A split second later, it began.

I felt, rather than heard the vibrations, a fact I was grateful for given the public setting. A low, lazy humming was spreading through my body, up through my core and down my legs. Any lower and the vibrations would have almost been background noise, but for the fact it was originating deep inside of me. I had been fully expecting it too, albeit not quite so immediately nor in such a public forum, and despite that expectation, it still contrived to catch me off guard.

I sunk down a little into the armchair, curling my body inward slightly and let out the beginnings of a low groan before catching myself. My eyes fell to the floor, and I worked hard to control my breathing as I slowly grew familiar with the sensations. The vibrations were lazy and slow, the stimulation unusual but, as I grew used to it, suggestions of pleasure gently rippled through me.

Alex was staring at me intently now; eyes filled with curiosity and excitement at the power at her fingertips.

Earlier in the bathroom, post-shower, I had retrieved the butt plug from inside the luxurious packaging and slipped it inside me. My wife had chosen well, remembering my comment that smaller toys weren't a good match for my large body, as the one she had selected was sizeable, and I loved her for that. It had taken me a few minutes to relax and work it in place, the bulbous body of the toy held deep within me, my hole gripping around the thinner neck.

The plug shifted with my body as I squirmed into the armchair, filling me up, stretching me open, an intense and gratifying sensation. Walking down from the room I had felt the 'normal' unusual sensation of having just put something inside of you. The mass of the toy had caused me to be more upright in my movements as I adjusted to its presence. I felt the toy slide in and out slightly with my movements too, sensing my body grip at the neck and the vibrations transfer from the inside of the plug, through the tip, to my insides, humming away now on my prostate.

After a few minutes breathing calmly in the armchair, I had become acclimatised to both having the plug within me and the low-level vibrations broadcasting out to my extremities, and had reached that point where perversely, the toy has become a part of you, leaving you almost unaware of its presence. I was beginning to look forward to the afternoon again and looked back to my wife for a clue as to when we would be heading back to the bedroom.

Alex sat there watching me throughout, one leg crossed over the other, dangling a chunky heeled boot in middle air. I watched her imperceptivity squeeze her upper thighs together and slide slightly in her seat several times. This was turning her on. I smiled at her, wanting to tell her how much I loved her for this, and she matched my smile with her own, eyes full of warmth and hunger.

Another knowing grin flashed across her features, and she very precisely laid her phone flat on the thigh of her crossed leg, directly in my line of sight, stretched out her index finger delicately and dragged the tip across the screen. The movements of her fingertip corresponded to a flaring of the vibrations inside of me, just for a moment, rising up to a more intense burst for a second, before she moved her finger in the opposite direction, and the humming tailed off, back to the original intensity.

A laugh burst from my lips, punching out little exhalations of breath with it, as tingles of fireworks were let off inside me.

She repeated the act several times, presumably to stress the unspoken point around her control over the toy, and by extension, me. Recovering, I flared my eyes wide at her, to imply my - admittedly faux - outrage at her imprudent attitude. I couldn't hide my growing smile.

Alex held my gaze and moved her free hand to rest lightly where the top of her thighs met her groin, indiscernibly shifting the fabric of her trousers back and forth a few times. I could sense she was excited as I watched her try her best to discreetly rub herself. Looking down at her phone again, she made a great show of tapping once with an exaggerated flourish, and the humming from the plug grew steadily upwards, before cresting and subsiding.

A corresponding wave of satisfaction washed over me, mirroring the pattern of vibrations, which repeated a few times before she tapped again, looked up at me and tilted her head to check she had proven her point.

I took this as a sign to both acknowledge she had indeed won this round, and suggest that it might be best to vacate the busy lobby before she got any other ideas.

She jumped to her feet, and made her way across the lobby, weaving between tables. I dutifully followed, focused on her bottom swaying from side to side, taken aback when she made an abrupt turn towards the hotel entrance, rather than back towards the elevators as I had expected. I came to a standstill, watching her head towards the door, vibrations purring away, feeling the plug sway and bob inside of me.

Alex reached the hotel entrance and paused, turning back to see me nod my head towards the elevators with an inquisitive look on my face. Hand on her hip in an outward show of impatience and tilting her head to one side, she waggled her phone at me and raised an eyebrow. I hadn't expected to be taking this little escapade al fresco, nor in quite such a public setting. Feeling slightly panicked I took a final long look at the elevators and, beaten without a word being uttered, made my way over to meet her.

She reached out with both hands and looped them behind my neck, leaning upwards to pull me into a tender, sensual kiss. Despite everything, I could feel a surge run through my body.

"I'm so glad you came around to my way of thinking," she murmured into my ear.

Resigned to my fate, albeit secretly thrilled at how risqué this felt, I led us out into the sunshine.

What followed was several of the most difficult hours of my life. Alex left the vibrations running throughout the entire time, as we wandered the old centre of the quaint town we were staying in, idly browsing antique shops, perusing shop windows and walking hand in hand through the narrow streets.

As her confidence grew, she dispatched me - wholly unnecessarily - on multiple occasions to enquire about various trivial matters, each interaction accompanied by a new pattern of vibrations, timed to coincide with my part in the conversations. The first time caught me off guard, but I recovered, and from then on, I tingled with anticipation. She cycled through steady rising and falling patterns, moving to ones that ramped up more aggressively and peaked with far more intensity.

Despite my nervousness, it quickly became clear that the toy was not audible, even at its higher settings, even where it was quiet indoors. This helped me relax and enjoy - relatively speaking - the experience of being teased by my wife, even in a public setting. I had mentioned to her, that the lower setting she left the toy fixed at for periodic intervals had become background noise to me, so as our little expedition wore on, she gradually increased the base level. The consistent level of vibrations became a long, slow burn, as I could feel the humming buzz through my prostate and lower regions gently holding my arousal above normal.

At one point, I was dispatched to purchase some coffees, and whilst exchanging friendly - and what my wife always insists is inadvertently flirty - conversation with the ladies behind the counter, Alex chose to strike. I felt the vibrations ramp up mid-sentence, but by now I had become accustomed to holding a line of conversation without wavering.

This time however, I sensed Alex had taken manual control, as the feeling varied as it rose and fell in increasing waves of intensity, and she held it at the peak for a prolonged period. I glanced over at her to see a look of wickedness etched across her face, thumb glued to her phone screen. I made my excuses and rapidly ended the conversation.

Rejoining her I furrowed my brow at her and muttered, "This seems...unfair."

Exiting the coffee shop, we turned back for the hotel to complete our slow, lazy loop of the town. Relatively alone now, Alex pulled out her phone and raised the base level of vibrations to a medium intensity. Stopping every now and then when afforded a moment of privacy, she would loop her arms up around my neck, pulling her body into mine for full-on passionate kisses, slipping her hot tongue into my mouth aggressively.

I could feel her rub her body up against mine, her pursuit of me each time causing me to harden, feeling her grind her pelvis into my crotch. During the last few occasions, she held her phone off to one side, unseen by me, timing her kisses with a full blast of vibrations. I thought I had acclimatized to her attentions fairly well, but these last few shots were a low blow, causing my knees to buckle slightly.

Over the course of the half an hour it took to return to the hotel, her attentions - some kind of perverse, unintentional edging - left me a hot, quivering mess. The feelings the toy inside me were generating were interesting. I had always enjoyed the sensation of having something physically inside me, the fullness and the stretching sensation, but the vibrations added a dynamic that was new to me.

The plug had settled, leaning against my front, the tip firmly against my prostate. The humming had slowly but surely stimulated it, the pressure rising and falling as it moved as I walked. The result was best described as a tingle, gentle as first, but after several hours a persistent, intense glow, that I felt somewhere that was hard to describe - deeper than the very base of my shaft, up above my balls, the fizzing running through to the top of my cock.

I realised as we walked, at the lowest point of every deep exhalation, the arousal flared. I was powerless to do anything to avoid this, even when taking care to control my breathing. I was very conscious that after a few hours of this, I could feel a wet patch forming in my boxer shorts, a damp sensation as the head of my cock moved back and forth.

Mercifully we made it back to the hotel, through the atrium and into an elevator. Alone finally as the doors slid shut, Alex hit me immediately with a seemingly never-ending blast at full power.

Grabbing the handrail to steady myself, I half closed my eyes, pushed out something between a violent exhalation and a string of expletives.

"Fffffuuu....hmmmgggggghhhh.."

Alex turned to stand directly in front of me. Speaking in a low, firm voice she set out her expectations.

"When we get back to the room, go into the bathroom and get ready for me. I'll be waiting for you. I can't wait to have you."

She cut the intense vibrations back down to something more palatable and the doors slid open, thankfully to a deserted landing. She padded ahead of me, along the carpeted hall, the humming back to its base level. I felt like a hurricane had passed by; though it was more likely just the temporary peace in the eye of the storm.

Alex slipped a key card out and let us into the room, pausing in the little entrance hallway for a snog, the door closing softly behind us. The room was silent, and for the first time we could both hear the buzzing.

I moved my hands to her hips, pulling her into me this time. She had hooked an arm around my neck, the other slipped between my arm and body, her hand moving to hold and squeeze my bottom. She massaged my butt cheek as we kissed, our tongues languidly looping around each other, a sense of hunger for one another bubbling through, one hand running through my hair. The other hand was pulling at my bottom, pushing the cheek so the plug was pushed gently upward. I hissed a groan out into her mouth mid-kiss.

She brought both of her hands to my chest now, palms flat, then pushed me backward gently up against the wall, pushing herself into me, moving to kiss my neck. One hand slipped down to rub aggressively at my crotch through my trousers and could feel myself swell.

She broke away, looking at me with a grin as she turned and crossed the room, leaving me panting. Grabbing her phone, she killed the vibrations entirely and an empty calm washed over me.

I moved to the bathroom on autopilot, setting the shower running whilst I stripped. My white shorts had a noticeable wet spot at the front as I peeled them off. Stepping into the hot water, I let it cascade over me, and slipped the plug from between my cheeks and set it to one side. Losing the vibrations had been an odd absence, but without the plug, I felt both an emptiness and a yearning to fill it again. Luckily, I was confident my wife would take care of that.

As the water cascaded over me I floated away for a few seconds, I contemplated the mornings events. I was surprised at how Alex had taken the lead, not only gifting me the toy and suggesting I wore it, but by being so into the whole thing.

Our dynamic in the bedroom was fluid, but it was rare for her to so overtly pursue me in a masculine, physical manner. It was far from a stereotypical dominant/submissive vibe, but all morning she had been the arbiter, assertively making all the decisions about what I should do, insistent and bold. She had put me in the position of her choosing, not mine. I participated because I trusted her. I reflected that not only had I enjoyed this, but it had left me in a mindset where I felt a deep desire to please her, to give myself to her, in ways that were of her choosing, not mine.

I cut the hot water and stepped out the shower, embracing my eagerness to follow my wife's lead.

We had planned a little what was to follow shortly; the entire purpose for the weekend's trip was to explore this further in a safe, private space, after the first few previous attempts had proven very enjoyable.

Butterflies floated up through my body as I got myself ready, applying lube to myself and the plug, and slipping it back in, easily this time. I pulled on a pair of tight black CK briefs with a white waistband, took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.

The room was dimmer than earlier, Alex having pulled the drapes and lowered the lighting. The air was warm and the room felt cozy. I smiled as I heard the first few bars of a sleazy indie band song burble out of the speakers, the female lead wailing about touching yourself; the album was a recurring theme for us as we explored this aspect of our sexuality.

Alex lay on the bed dressed in a black silk dressing gown tied at the wait. Both legs hooked up, bent at the knees, as she reclined against a big pile of pillows, resting on one arm thrown languidly behind her head, the other idly preening at the folds of her gown. Jet black toenails matched her fingertips, highlighted against her fair complexion.

She swung her legs off the bed and sprung to her feet, crossing the room to meet me, a beaming smile on her face, eyes taking in my body.

"You look delicious," she said, pulling me into a hot-blooded kiss. I felt myself flush with embarrassment and the butterflies bubbled up again.

We embraced as we kissed. The silk gown felt cool and delicate against my bare skin, and as Alex pulled herself into me again, I could feel a weight in her groin push firmly into my thigh, an unmistakable presence. As if to make a point, she ground her hips into me gently several times. I could feel myself harden in anticipation, knowing what this meant.

She was biting my lower lip now, toying with it gently between her teeth, eyes open, staring at me. Even this close I could sense she was grinning at me. She finished the kiss, hot and moist, then leaned up and into my neck to nip delicately at the tender flesh, grinding herself against me once more.

She broke away suddenly.

"I almost forgot" she said, leaning to one side to pick up her phone and set the vibrations running again. It felt like a missing piece had been replaced.

Returning her attentions to me, she kissed me slowly, arms draped over my shoulders. As we nibbled away at each other, one hand slipped down and pulled at the draw cord of her gown. The folds of the fabric fell open, and in between kisses, I caught sight of her breasts, held in a sheer bralette, her dark nipples exposed through the fine mesh and beyond that, I could see glimpses of her black boy-short underwear.

Most apparent however, was her tan-coloured cock, the dildo protruding ostentatiously from the shorts, bobbing and swaying around between us with the movements of her body. Her cock hung down slightly under its own weight, a sizeable toy, the bulbous head standing proud of a girthy, veined shaft and completed by a pair of balls in soft, pliable sack.

She caught me looking and held it gently in an open palm.

"This is for you."

I swallowed and felt myself surge again, turned on by the anticipation. Alex noticed my bulge swell and told me to lose my underwear. As I slid them down and kicked them away, she slipped off her robe, letting it fall to the floor. We folded our bodies back into each other, and she took the opportunity to rub her cock against mine. I could feel the bulk of hers against me, feel her deliberately grind her shaft up and down, rubbing gently, dragging my foreskin back and forth along my own shaft.

Just what this implied, the latent potential, the suggestion of possibilities, I found incredibly hot. She was quietly impressing upon me, in the nicest possible way, wordlessly reminding me what she had in store for us.

I never thought this could be a turn on, but my wife was asserting herself over me, and it made me fizz inside. She reached down and did her best to hold our cocks together, side by side, rubbing the undersides with her palm and outstretched fingers.

She reached up and took my shoulders in the grip of her hands, thumbs massaging the front of my shoulders, fingers looping around the back of my neck, as we continued to kiss. Then her grip got firmer, and I felt the pressure through her palms, pushing me downwards. I bent down slightly, thinking she wanted me to move my attention to the crook of her neck, so I scattered wet, suckling kisses from below her ear to her shoulder. The vibrations inside of me had rapidly returned me to my pre-shower state, ripples of pleasure being transmitted though my core.

Still she continued to push, so I trailed my lips further, kissing down to the tender skin on the tops of her breasts, moving between the two, nudging at the fabric of the bra with my nose, using my thumb to rub the fine mesh that barely concealed her nipples, feeling them standing proud.

I made to move upward now, to trail those kisses back to her lips, but her pressure remained firm. One hand slipped from my shoulder and the fingers looped into my tousled brown hair, gripping gently.

She pushed insistently downward.

My half-closed eyes flickered open, the magnitude of what she was implying registering. A feeling of being off-balance hit me - this was uncharted territory and I had no frame of reference. I looked up, as best as I could, to make eye contact. I swallowed, flicked my eyes downward and then back up to meet hers, and gazing upward I could see a warm reassurance in her eyes. She nodded imperceptivity.

She wanted this, and I wanted what she wanted.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling her move her other hand to my head, running her fingers through my hair.

She pushed again, and this time I started kissing downward, slowly across her belly, gradually lowering myself to my knees as I placed kiss after kiss on her flesh, ending up at her waist and at the top of one thigh. My face was flushed red with embarrassment and I didn't dare look at her. I could feel her cock right next to my face, could feel it resting against my cheek.

I turned my head to the left, eyes half closed, and continued my trail of kisses across her shorts, slowly moving up the side of the shaft, kissing purposefully. Reaching the tip, I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out, flat and wide, the same way I would with Alex's folds. I lapped at the underside of the head, feeling the ridge across my tongue. I could feel her moving her fingers through my hair, sense her watching me intently. Emboldened, I licked her shaft from base to tip several tips, leaving a wet trail of saliva on her cock.

Reaching around with my hands I rested them on her butt cheeks, cupping them and squeezing gently. As I ran my tongue to the tip of her cock, this time I opened my mouth wider and took the head in my mouth, cupping it with my tongue, closing my lips around the rim of the head. I pulled her butt towards me gently and softly sucked, a soft wet slurp escaping my lips. I head Alex groan and tighten her grip on my hair slightly.

"Fuuuuck. That is so hot," she moaned.

A warm glow washed over me, a satisfaction that taking this leap was what she wanted. I could feel my own core pop and fizz, the vibrations inside me tingling through to the tip of my own erection, feeling myself straining between my legs but unwilling to take my focus off my wife's cock.

Between us, we had equal share in what happened next. Whether it was Alex's grip evolving from just holding to moving my head, the gentle thrust of her hips, me subconsciously encouraging her by pulling her bottom towards me, or me opening my mouth wider and attempting to take more of her in my mouth, I think neither of us would know. Where we ended up was a blend of all the above, me bobbing on her cock, taking it deeper, as she held me in place and thrust into me. It wasn't aggressive but just assured, confident.

What felt incredible was the control she had, taking much of it out of my hands. As she slid in and out, despite it not being an actual cock, I felt my actions were purely for giving her pleasure, even if I happened to be enjoying them myself, and I could feel a yearning deep in my body, wanting to give myself to her, to focus on anything that made her feel good - my needs were secondary.

I slipped a hand up the inside of her thigh, running the edge of my index finger through the fabric of her shorts, along the folds of her sex, positioning it in such a way that as she thrust, she was grinding her button and her sex against my hand. This development was accompanied with a string of moans, and Alex thrusting just that little bit harder, causing gurgling noises to fall from my mouth and saliva to form around my lips, spread all along the shaft.

The last few minutes had been new territory for us both and I sensed before Alex got too carried away, she urged an inner calm on herself, pulling us back from the edge and withdrew her cock from my mouth, a string of drool forming between the tip and my lips, which I subconsciously licked up.

She tugged me up by my hair, a gentle encouragement and I rose from my knees to be greeted by a long kiss, a look of excitement on her face from the new ground we had just covered. Palms on my chest, she pushed me back a few steps towards the bed, where I first sat down and then scooted myself back up the bed to lie propped up slightly on the pillows, arms behind head, my legs spread, bent at the knee, soles face down on the duvet.

I felt comfortable enough with Alex to expose myself now, my own cock lying to one side, the base of the plug - still humming away - prominently on display.

Remembering the toy, Alex consulted her phone and killed the vibrations one last time, before crossing the room to join me on the bed. Her cock swayed as she moved, its generous size bobbing up and down. I was transfixed for a second, consumed by the desire to have her inside of me.

Kneeling between my legs, her own erection framed between us, she gripped the base of the plug, pushing and pulling at it, driving it a little deeper, pulling it partly out, stretching me, before letting my body swallow it once more, grinning as I let out a moan and tipped my head back.

Satisfied, she pulled it out, oh so slowly, and I felt myself open up as she held it with the widest point just on the brink of slipping out. Then finally she pulled it from me, and I felt stretched but empty, devoid of that fullness of the last few hours.

Reaching to the bedside table, she drizzled some lube into one hand and then some directly into my groin, before spreading it up and down, slipping a finger, then a second, briefly inside me, finding no resistance. She used the excess to rub her own shaft, looking up at me as she stroked her cock.

Wiping her hand clean, she climbed up to lay on top of me between my legs, and she sought out my eyes, checking I was ready. We exchanged smiles, that morphed into grins and then a shared giggle. I nodded at the unspoken question. I could feel her cock lying between our bodies, rubbing against mine, and she ground gently into me as we kissed, nudging noses.

I could feel a burning desire in me to give my body to Alex, and I had never felt so physically ready to be taken. I rotated my hips upward to bring my bottom further into the air, wordlessly signalling to my wife. Sensing this she pushed herself up on hands and knees, pulled away slightly, and looking down between us, angled her cock towards me, lining the tip up by watching me adjust my bum.

We made eye contact, an intense hunger reflected between us. Then she pushed, watching my eyes widen and mouth fall half open. The plug had stretched me and I had been liberally filled with lube, so despite her cock being a fair amount bigger, she pushed into me without resistance, making short thrusts to ease into me slowly, bit by bit.

I felt no pain or discomfort, just a growing sense of being filled up, and I had experimented enough to know how my body would react, to realise this was effortless. I focused on breathing through the initial sensation of being very full, as Alex gradually pushed herself in, up to the hilt.

The cock was both girthy and long - the phrase 'size queen' had been thrown in my direction by Alex before - and I could feel it both stretch and feed up inside me in a way the plug couldn't compete with. I felt her shaft curve up around the front of me and apply immediate pressure to my prostate, initiating an odd glowing sensation that subtly fizzed through my lower body.

Fully inside me, she awkwardly slipped a free hand down inside her shorts briefly, then lowered her body back down to mine, seeking out my lips for slow, sensual kisses, and began to very gently fuck me, rolling her hips so she barely pulled out at all. I could feel my own cock, trapped between our bodies, pulse gently, semi hard with my focus on the feelings deep within me. I could visualise her fucking me missionary style, my legs spread and vulnerable, her atop me in control, the pace and depth of thrusts solely at her discretion, my arms looped over her back, imagining the sight of her cock sliding in and out of my hole.

Alex built up the speed of her thrusts, and we broke our kiss as she began to get into her stride. I could hear her panting in my ear and I closed my eyes, comfortable enough to release my own matching string of moans.

As she drove into me, I sensed tingling vibrations deep within me at the apex of each thrust, and I suddenly realised she had set a bullet vibrator running inside her shorts, recalling they had a pouch specifically for this. Her moans coincided with every time she bottomed out, and the realisation she was getting herself off on fucking me, that her displays of pleasure were for real, caused a surge of arousal to pulse through me.

Deciding we were both sufficiently warmed up now, Alex pushed herself up on her hands, leaning back from her hips, and continued to fuck me, the angle she was thrusting at having changed, her cock curving round to hit my front wall more, rubbing insistently on my prostate. She gazed down at me as she fucked me, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine, the hungriness apparent, the beginnings of an animalistic mood descending over her.

I hooked my arms over her shoulders, watching from below as she rhythmically ground into me, feeling her pull out and thrust in with growing intent, sliding almost the full length of her shaft out each time. Whereas before was a full sensation with her grinding into me, now it was the in-and-out motion that was making me feel good. The girth was stretching me, and I could feel my body clenching around her cock as she pulled out, willing her to drive it back into me.

I could sense that she was holding the tempo and each long stroke back into me was trapping the bullet vibe in just the right place. I wrapped my legs around her, mirroring her movements, using my grip to pull her in with each thrust, feeling her devour me.

We held this pattern for a few minutes, focusing on enjoying the unfamiliarity of the role reversal, enjoying the insistency of the tempo. I could feel a glow inside me building, strangely disconnected from my own cock or any stimulation. I closed my eyes and listened to the rhythmic grunting we were making together, feeling my body tingle.

Alex slowed and then pulled out with a soft wet pop, leaving me with an empty feeling. Pulling back she shuffled on her knees to the foot of the bed, hooking her arm under my knees, trying to pull me with her. I followed her lead, shuffling my butt right to the edge of the mattress, as Alex, now standing, fussed over me, positioning me just right.

Her face was flushed from exertion and excitement, perspiration glinting on our bodies, and Alex ran a hand through her hair, brushing it to one side, before positioning herself ready for more. Holding herself at my entrance, she drizzled more lube along her member and over my groin. Almost as an afterthought, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, shucking off the delicate black mesh and discarding it to one side. Her breasts hung free, pert and rounded, falling naturally to each side, the nipples hardened, tiny goosebumps of arousal surrounding each bud.

Ready now and with a look of hunger etched across her face, she pushed herself into me. The angle was better in this position, as I laid with my knees hooked up, held in place with my hands, my entire groin bared, spread, exposed, every little detail and flaw on display, a hugely intimate act that I didn't think twice about. All I could think of was my own hunger for my wife to take me paired with a degree of trust I didn't know existed.

She pushed in easily now, my body used to the size of her cock, filling me up again, my own cock semi-hard and hanging to one side.

And then Alex took me.

The new position had given her purchase, the ability to use the force of entire body to drive into me. She had explored my limits and hers, and confident now, she threw herself into it. Hot, sweaty, panting, she powered in and out of me, hands holding my hips firmly, rolling hers with each thrust, watching my face intently, seeing me melt, my mouth open wide with surprise at her ferocity, fucking bursts of air and high-pitched groans out of me with every pump. She met and held a fast, aggressive tempo, glancing down every few moments to the sight of her cock sliding in and out of her husband.

In the brief moments where my world wasn't being turned upside down, I instinctively knew she was aroused, the vibe hitting just right each time she pounded me, knowing the crotch of her shorts was soaking wet. Her tits swayed with her onslaught, moving freely, showing me how carefree she was, no effort to slow down or hold them, focused only on our shared pleasure.

What had been a slow burn inside of me was threatening to overcome my body, a sensation of no comparison to any stimulation before. I couldn't put a finger on the source of the pleasure, and if I tried to focus on exactly what it was, it eluded me, but I could feel tension growing through my core and out to my limbs. I looked down and pre-cum was dribbling out of me, stringing to my body and making a small pool of clear liquid on my navel. I was a passenger at this stage, unable to help thrust, just close my eyes, cling onto my own body and enjoy the incessant tempo my wife was keeping.

Alex was nearly there now, her thrusts being held deep inside me, each finishing with a rolling, grinding of her hips, the cock up to its hilt inside me, my entrance stretched wide. She stuttered and held deep inside, gripping my hips violently, rocking herself gently at the source of the stimulation as I watched her orgasm wash over her. Her eyes screwed shut, her body bent forward at the hips, limbs locked in place, bottom lip bitten between her teeth, her face flushed a deep crimson colour, spluttering breaths being expelled from her lungs.

I hooked my legs gently around her rear and just held her in place inside me, giving her the space and time to recover. Gradually she came back to life, a dazed look on her face, the hint of a blush remaining as she realized how focused she had been on her own pleasure. She released her grip on my hips and absentmindedly ran her hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing gently, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Taking a deep breath and composing herself, she snapped her eyes open, empowered by the preceding minutes, and flashed me a wicked grin. She slipped herself out of me and I rolled slightly to one side, savouring my current state, curling my legs up slightly, enjoying the tender just-been-fucked feeling that was new to me, realizing how Alex had felt all these years, my pulse pounding in my ears. I draped one arm over my face as I heard Alex rustling at the foot of the bed.

"I've not finished with you," she stated matter-of-factly, a hint of bossiness returning to her demeanour.

"Up."

I opened my eyes, twisting to look at her.

Alex had switched out her cock for a different toy. The new one sat secured in the O-ring of the shorts, jutting out rudely at a perpendicular angle from her groin. Despite being an unusual, dark metallic gold colour, this one looked more ominous than the realistic looking toy she had started with.

It bobbed heavily as she moved, and I stared, transfixed. I knew this toy, had bought it myself and played with it alone, but seeing it hang from my wife's hips suddenly brought home the gravity of what was about to follow. I was learning, admittedly to my delight, there was a big difference in playing solo compared to putting yourself at the disposal of someone.

Surfacing from my daydream, I took in the sight before me. Her cock was shorter this time, just by a little, but was bigger in every other sense. The head was more pronounced, and the shaft was girthier from tip to base, and not just by a little. It must have been half as big again, especially the lower half down to the hilt, which flared significantly. Made of a softer silicone, I knew despite the size difference, it would be more forgiving, but didn't want to underestimate how different this would feel, especially considering the way Alex had already seen to me.

I shuffled back to my position at the end of the mattress, pleading for her to warm me up with the new toy. She pulled me down a little, placed the head at my entrance and again drizzled copious lube along her length, and with a rocking motion began to nudge herself inside of me. Without realizing it, I held my breath, feeling her cock push a little deeper each time. She was stretching me so much, I could feel my mouth hang open, nothing but tiny stuttered breaths escaping, aware my face was wide-eyed with shock.

My hole was being forced wider and wider open, the weight of her cock filling me up, stretching and rearranging my insides in a way the first toy hadn't even come close to. She bottomed out and held me, hearing me breathe deeply, trying to desperately readjust, recalibrate my body. I watched her look down to where our groins met, grinning back up at me, seeing the last few millimetres of the toy as it disappeared into her husband.

I could feel the sheer bulk of the toy crammed up against my prostate, a glowing insistency sending tingles through my core all the way to the tip of my own cock, which was again furiously dribbling pre-cum.

Despite my desire to re-find my balance, she deliberately kept me off-kilter, and before I had a chance to settle, she had drawn herself almost fully out and purposefully stroked all the way back into me from her standing position at the foot of the bed.

I let out a long, guttural moan in response.

And then she was off.

No easing into it, no letting me acclimatize, no slow tenderness.

Alex fucked me.

Purposefully, ruthlessly, brazenly, pistoning her cock in and out of me, giving me her full length each time, knowing exactly what she was doing, in the same way I had taken control of her and fucked her hundreds of times in the past. Knowing that I wanted to almost overwhelm her, to leave her feeling in no doubt who was in control, that she had been given a good seeing too. Her pace wasn't rapid quick fire though, instead more measured, unceasing, purposeful, unyielding.

It was all I could do to grab fistfuls of the bedsheet in each hand, hook my legs around her bottom, and lie there staring up at her with a sense of disbelief, watching her deliberately, ruthlessly fuck me, emitting an animalistic groan as each thrust was hammered home, savouring the absolute and total absence of any control I had.

On and on Alex went, a determined look in her eye, and I knew this was intentional, that she wanted to repay in kind the same kind of fucking she had received so many times from me, to experience what she had.

I looked down, my own cock seemingly alien to me, watching it slap around semi-hard from Alex's vigorous attentions. I was deriving my pleasure instead from deep in my core, feeling the pressure building with each thrust, feeling the momentum within me, understanding this was what it was like to be submissive, to be at the mercy of your partner, to be desperately reliant on your partner to chase the stimulation and sensations that would lead to orgasm.

"Get on your front, on your hands and knees. Now."

Alex broke my reverie, and I stared at her uncomprehendingly, glassy eyed for a few seconds, panting hard. Moving on autopilot, as she pulled out of me, I scrambled to do as she commanded. I rolled over and levered myself up on to all fours, crawling up the bed a little. She climbed up on the bed, and I could feel her cock slap across my buttocks as she got comfortable.

I was presenting myself to her doggy style, totally exposed, my thighs spread wide, my cheeks spread apart, every crinkle and crease of skin visible, vulnerable and at the centre of it, offering myself to be fucked.

I leant my upper body downward, arched my back, and pushed my butt up, wiggling gently, replicating what I had seen Alex do a hundred times to me, trying to invite her to enter me again.

I was drunk on endorphins, my body's senses having been assailed in a way I had no frame of reference to, my heart pounding, sweat covering my skin, panting hard.

I wanted Alex desperately, to give me more, to viciously fuck me, to take me, to use my body, to give everything I had to her and hope I could satisfy her in the process. All I wanted was to satisfy her.

I turned my head in an attempt to see her, to see how close to entering me she was, and with a wry smile I realised she had been up to her usual tricks earlier. A freestanding dressing mirror off to one side of the bed had been angled in such a way that I could see her in all her glory as well as my lower body. I could see her, body glistening with perspiration, her beautiful tits swaying gently, her cock hidden behind my lower torso, the top of her shorts just visible, her arms extended to hold my hips firmly.

I could see my own hips, my torso extending off, my upright thighs, thick and muscular, and framed between them, my own cock, hard now, tingling with anticipation, a string of precum hanging down, balls hanging alongside. Everything was on show, nothing hidden.

I could see Alex in the mirror, which meant she could see me, fixing me with an intense look with those brown eyes. I could feel the head of her cock lined up against my hole. I watched as she slipped a hand inside her shorts and heard the vibrations start again, quietly. She didn't withdraw her hand immediately, moving slightly further downward, rolling her eyes back, lips parting to let out a sigh, and as she retrieved her hand, I could see her fingertips glisten.

"Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

The words cut through the silence. I blushed - heavily - and broke eye contact. Closing my eyes, a jumbled response tumbled from my lips.

"I...I want.. need you to.. please...inside of me.."

Evidently unimpressed, I could hear a teasing note in her voice, as she watched me in the mirror.

"No, I think you need to ask me properly. Try again."

I looked up, saw her grinning, looked down again.

"I want you to take me. Please." Just a hint of desperation.

"Push back," Alex commanded.

Using my hands, face down towards the bed, I pushed myself onto her cock. Alex didn't move a millimetre. I moved slowly, controlling the speed, feeling it fill me up, inch by inch, savouring that sensation, until my cheeks met with her hips and I could feel her entirety filling every last modicum of space within me, feeling complete, shaking slightly as the barrage of sensations overwhelmed me, the head of her cock striking that spot.

Alex didn't move. I took a deep breath and pulled myself forward, hands again gripping the bedsheets. Almost out, I paused, feeling the underside of the head play with the thousands of nerve endings just inside me. Then pushing back again, Alex unmoving still, back to the hilt. I started to build up speed slowly but surely, rolling my hips and bottom upward at the end of each stroke, wryly remembering all the times I had done this to her, made her work for it.

I was keeping quite a pace now, but Alex made her move, gripping my hips firmly and starting to pound me, swinging her pelvis back and forth in a rolling motion. Her cock was huge and being taken from behind I could feel her stuffing it into me, the angle making it's girth so much more apparent.

She leant forward over me and shoved my head down to the bed, before returning to grasp at my waist, and I turned my head to one side, cheek mashed into the bedsheets, pushing my bottom up into the air, arms stretched out in front of me.

I was grunting with each thrust, overwhelmed with sensation, feeling and hearing her slam into me, the slap of our thighs meeting, feeling her thumbs shift to pull my cheeks further apart, knowing she could see everything. I could feel my own member, swinging between my legs, slapping against my inner thighs and up towards my navel as I was leant forward. I could feel Alex chasing her orgasm, keeping a rhythmic pattern, ensuring the base of her cock was pushing the vibe into her button, hearing her repeated grunting, feeling her throw everything she had into pounding me.

One hand slipped from my hips to reach up and grab a handful of my hair, pulling my body up back onto all fours, pulling my head upright, looking for more purchase to pull my body into hers. Held in place I had no option but to watch the mirror, see her flushed red skin, tits wildly bouncing, hard little nipples evident, watch her give it everything she had physically, mouth open, grunts tumbling forth, aggressively fucking me.

I could see my own body, shiny with sweat, my butt cheeks jiggling as she slammed into me, my cock swinging wildly between my legs. I could see her face, the wild, animalistic look painted across her features. We fucked for a few moments, our eyes locked, wordlessly communicating, her eyes full of lust, my eyes wide, telling her everything I had, and could give, and that she could take from me, was hers.

I was overloaded with sensation, feeling her stuff her cock deep into me, over and over and over again, feeling like it couldn't take any more, being stretched further than I could imagine, a deluge of stimulation, her cock massaging my prostate, feeling that indescribable sensation bubble up, somewhere inside of me, not chasing it, just revelling in the immense pleasure. I felt like my body was on the brink of explosion, uncontainable, that I was just a passenger.

Alex wanted more, somehow still not satisfied she was done with me, releasing my hair and moving her grip hold both of my shoulders, pulling me more upright. I arched my back, pushing my torso up, sitting back slightly, arms extended straight down, head up, looking directly ahead at the headboard. She continued to thrust into me wildly, leaning back slightly herself, but I was no longer a passive participant, using my weight to bounce down to meet her every forward thrust, the backs of my thighs straining to meet my calves.

We quickly fell into a natural fast-paced rhythm, Alex rutting at me, pulling my body down onto her cock as she thrust upward, her cock sliding most of the way out each time we separated, long, fast, eager strokes. Her fingernails dug into me, driving me on like a rider whipping their horse to the finish line.

I could hear her grunts, ragged groans as she neared orgasm, spurred on by the experience taking her husband, of having him, hearing the raw sounds tumbling from our mouths, the hammering of her own clit, a million stimuli combining to saturate her pleasure receptors.

The new angle crystallized the sensation deep within me too, hitting my spot with a jaw dropping intensity. My eyes flicked to the mirror to absorb what she was doing to me, to see the unfamiliar sight of my own body being taken, relishing every second, every jarring thrust, correlating her movements with wave after wave of fervour exploding inside of me, watching with curiosity as I saw my cock slap back and forth, feeling time had crawled to a standstill, seeing us entwined in a series of stop motion images, willing this moment to never end.

As she sensed her wave was about to crest, Alex reached down beneath me and took hold of my member in one hand, using the motion of our bodies to allow my cock to run back and forth through her grip, the wetness of my precum spreading across her fingers, tightening her fingers to milk me firmly.

Alex's wave crashed down violently, and she thrust into me a final time, holding her cock deep inside me, pulling my body down angrily into her lap with the hand still remaining on my shoulder, milking me purposefully.

All this happened in a matter of seconds. Vividly I was aware of my body clenching tight around the base of her cock, locking onto it, holding her member deep inside me against my p-spot. I had never felt so full, so penetrated as I did in that split second, holding onto my wife's cock, holding it deep inside of me.

Suddenly the burning glow from deep within me, the glow I had forsaken chasing, instead caught up with me. Stars danced across my vision, my jaw dropped open, but nothing came out except a silent moan, and my eyelids grew heavy and half closed. Then the breath exploded from my lungs, carrying a strangled, guttural moan that spluttered with each wave of pleasure washing over me.

I watched as spurts of hot cum shot upward in time with the pumping of Alex's hand, arcing from under me, spraying over the duvet. I felt my body contract, tension washing over my lower torso, like a wall of fireworks fizzing out in every direction. My eyes screwed tight shut, I rode my own wave, savouring the assault on my senses, willing Alex to hold me close, to keep our bodies locked together, in that moment wanting nothing other than to be hers alone.

Alex slumped over my back, shaking, still firmly inside of me, hands down on the bed either side of my waist, barely holding her up over me. I could feel her hot breath on my back, nose rubbing against me, panting away, trying to catch her breath. I held myself there, savouring my aftershocks, ultra-sensitive to every little ripple of her movement inside of me, until exhaustion overcame me and I lowered myself to the bed, collapsing into sheets dotted with lube, sweat and cum.

I drew in big heaving breaths, trying to slow my breathing, taking in the smell of sex, feeling drips of perspiration creep along my body, feeling Alex's heat on my back as we lay skin on skin.

Eventually she slipped herself out of me, leaving a void, what would have been an emptiness but for the afterglow of contentment and exhilaration. She lay on top of me in a possessive manner, knee hooked over, holding my legs apart even now, nuzzling her cock between my cheeks, absentmindedly stroking my back and gently running her fingers through my hair.

I wasn't oblivious before, but now I understood what she had experienced for all these years. It wasn't dominance; rather, a role reversal, subverting what we had naturally considered normal. Today my wife was the decision maker, telling not asking, firm, confident, in control. I had been passive, content to let her take the lead, to trust that she knew best for us. But beneath all of that, what had blown my mind was giving my body to her, that sense of being vulnerable, desperate to please her.

She had taken me, fucked me, penetrated me time and time and time again, pushed my body in ways I could never have believed were possible, demanded everything, used me in the most intimate, explicit, uninhibited way imaginable.

And I fucking loved it.