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Click hereJennifer crawled up the bed, looking directly up at her husbands face as she moved forward. He was handcuffed to the bedposts and naked. Rick's cheeks were flushed, his eyes darting away from hers as he tried to suppress a grin. She loved this look--the mix of embarrassment and arousal that always flickered across his face.
"You know," she said, her voice low and teasing, "I was thinking about Trent again today."
Rick groaned, sinking back into the pillows. "Not this again, Jen."
She smirked, biting her lip as she watched him squirm. "Oh, come on. You love it. Don't pretend you don't." Her hand trailed up his thigh as she said. "I mean, sure, Trent wasn't exactly a great boyfriend, but... he did have one BIG thing going for him."
Rick's breath hitched as her fingers dipped under his balls, skimming over the sensitive skin. He knew where this was going. He always did. And yet, every time, he let her take him there anyway. It was part of their game--part of what made their relationship so electric.
"Jen..." he muttered, his voice strained.
She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Hmm?"
"You're not seriously comparing me to Trent right now, are you?"
Her laugh was soft. "Oh, honey. I wouldn't call it a comparison." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You've got your charm babe. But let's be real. Trent had more than a couple inches on you. It's not much of a comparison. That's like comparing a junior cheeseburger to a Big Mac."
Rick let out a shaky exhale, his hips lifting slightly off the bed as her fingers finally closed around him. He was already hard, and she could feel the way his body responded to her words--to the humiliation that always seemed to fuel his desire. She tightened her grip, stroking him slowly as she continued.
"I mean, I still remember the first time I saw him naked. I thought, 'Wow, that's impressive." She punctuated the word with a firm squeeze, and Rick's breath caught. "But you? You're just... cute. Adorable, really. Like a little--"
"Jen," he interrupted, his voice thick with need. "Please."
She pulled back, her grin widening as she released him. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want."
His pride warred with the urge to give in, to let her keep going. And then, finally, he mumbled, "Keep talking."
Jennifer's laughter filled the room as she stood up, pacing slowly at the foot of the bed. "Oh, Ricky. You're such a good boy. Always letting me mess with you like this." She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You know, though... I think you deserve something special tonight. Something to really make you feel what it's like to be on the other side of things."
Rick's brow furrowed, confusion mixing with the lingering embarrassment. "What do you mean?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she walked out of the room, leaving him lying there, half-hard and thoroughly bewildered. A moment later, she returned, and the sight of what she was wearing made his stomach twist in a way that was equal parts terrifying and thrilling.
It was a strap-on. Black, sleek, and--he swallowed hard--huge. Easily eight inches long. The harness hugged her hips, accentuating the curves he loved so much. But the cock itself... it was intimidating. Dominant.
"Jen," he started, his voice wavering. "What are you...?"
She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips were soft, tender even, but there was a glint in her eyes that told him this was far from over. When she pulled back, she was smiling again.
"Don't worry, baby," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just... I want you to feel what Trent felt like. This is pretty close to the size he was." She pressed another kiss to his forehead. "Do you trust me?"
Rick's heart pounded as he stared up at her. She looked so confident, so sure of herself--and he couldn't deny the way it made him feel. Vulnerable, exposed and extremely turned on at the power switch. He nodded slowly, "Be careful honey, that is ridiculously large for a first time."
"It wasn't too big for me. You'll be fine. I'll be gentle," she whispered, rewarding him with another kiss. Then, shifting her weight, she reached for the lube on the nightstand. "Just relax, okay? Let me take care of you."
She reached down with one hand, wrapping her fingers around his cock. It was hard, throbbing, and so small compared to the girthy strap-on she was wielding. A sharp contrast that made her smirk. She leaned forward laying her appendage over the top of his dick that was pointing towards his belly button. "Oh, honey," she cooed, squeezing him gently, "look at the difference! My big dick versus your little one. I can't even see your dick. Who's the man in this relationship now?"
Rick's face flushed a deep crimson, but Jennifer could see the way his body responded--the way his hips bucked slightly, the way his cock twitched in her hand. He was embarrassed, yes, but he was also insanely turned on. And she knew exactly how to push him further.
He nodded again, closing his eyes as he felt her hands moving, spreading the cool gel over the toy before reaching under his thighs and spreading his legs. "I want to do this with you missionary so I can see your face." His breath quickened as her fingers pressed gently against his entrance, massaging him until he relaxed enough for her to slip one inside. It was strange, but not unpleasant. And when she added a second finger, he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily.
By the time she withdrew her fingers, Rick was trembling, his body wound tight with anticipation. Jennifer positioned herself carefully, guiding the tip of the strap-on to his entrance. She paused, her eyes locking with his as she asked softly, "Ready?"
He nodded, unable to speak. And then, with excruciating slowness, she began to push inside.
The sensation was overwhelming. Stretching. Filling. Every inch sent shivers through him, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Jennifer brushed his hair back from his forehead, her touch gentle despite the power she held in this moment. "Okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He managed a weak nod, his eyes fluttering shut as she began to move. Slowly at first, giving him time to adjust, then picking up speed as his body relaxed. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure rippling through him, building and building until he was arching off the bed, his mouth falling open in a silent cry.
"Look at you," she breathed, her own hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "So perfect. So beautiful like this." She leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss that left them both breathless.
Jennifer's grin widened as she leaned over Rick, her hands gripping his thighs tightly as she pushed the strap-on deeper into him. The thick, realistic silicone toy was now almost fully buried inside him, and she could feel his body trembling beneath her. She loved this--loved the way he squirmed, the way his breath hitched, the way his eyes fluttered shut before snapping open again, as if he couldn't decide whether to look at her or focus on the sensations overwhelming him.
"Do you like my big dick, honey?" she purred, her voice low and teasing. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, making sure every inch of the toy rubbed against his sensitive walls. Rick gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he tried to ground himself. But Jennifer wasn't letting him off that easy.
Her free hand slid up his chest, pinching one of his nipples between her fingers. She twisted it lightly, just enough to make him whimper. "You're taking me so well, baby," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "So tight for your wife's big cock. Does it feel good?"
Rick let out a strangled moan, his head falling back against the pillow. His legs were still spread wide, his knees bent and quivering as Jennifer moved inside him. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles clenched around the toy as if trying to pull it even deeper.
"C'mon, tell me," she urged, her lips brushing against his neck. "Tell me how much you love this. Tell me how much better I am than you."
His mouth opened, but no words came out at first--just a series of desperate, broken sounds. Finally, he managed to choke out, "It feels... God, it feels good."
Jennifer's smile turned predatory. "That's right, baby," she murmured, her fingers tightening around his cock. "Admit it. You love being fucked by your wife. You love feeling small and helpless under me."
She picked up the tempo then, her thrusts becoming more forceful, more insistent. The wet sound of the strap-on moving in and out of him filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and muffled moans.
"Jen... Jen, wait..." he panted, his voice wavering.
But Jennifer didn't stop. If anything, she went harder. Her hand stroked him in rhythm with her thrusts, her thumb pressing against the sensitive underside of his cock. "What's wrong, baby?" she taunted, her tone dripping with mock concern. "Can't take it? Too much for you?"
Rick's response was a strangled cry, his body arching off the bed as pleasure ripped through him. Jennifer watched him closely, her own arousal spiking as she saw the moment he started to lose control. His legs shook violently, and his cock pulsed in her hand, precum dribbling from the tip.
"That's it," she coaxed, her voice steady despite the rush of heat pooling between her own legs. "Let go, baby. Come for me. Come all over yourself while I fuck you."
The words were barely out of her mouth before Rick obeyed. With a groan, he came, his release spilling over his stomach. His entire body convulsed, his back bowing off the mattress as waves of ecstasy crashed over him. Jennifer kept moving, pushed him through it, her thrusts relentless as she milked every last drop of pleasure from him.
She whispered, "Such a good boy. Taking your wife's cock like a champ."
As quick as she had assumed the domineering role she just as quickly turned it off, smiled and crawled up next to him. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice soft and full of affection.
Rick turned his head to look at her, his eyes wide and dazed. "I... I was actually very nervous, but...it was good.. and you took this to a level I didn't know you had in you. You were scary. It was a massive turn-on though."
She smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I love you so much, never would I have thought I'd have a husband let me do something this intense with him and be ok with it. I love you just the way you are, but I did enjoy being the boss!" With that he leaned in and kissed her goodnight.