Sex Toy Fun after my Hubby Leaves for Work

I got up at six-fifteen, made my hubby a cup of coffee and kissed him with passion before he left for work. I feel sort of all soft and sexy in the mornings and some of our best lovemaking is done just as we wake up. Sunday mornings are always like that. He has gone now and I have drunk my coffee. I climb back upstairs intending to get dressed. But as I pass the office door I turn and sit at the computer. At first I just scan the new email. I find some new feedback on my last story and I read it with growing excitement. With only my fine silk robe covering my body, I can sense those familiar feelings growing deep inside my tummy. I am conscious of the softness of the silk ever so gently caressing my nipples. My chest rises and falls as my breathing becomes deeper, causing the silk to move against my skin, arousing me more. Oh! How I wish he was still here. As my eyes roam the words on the screen my hands wander down the flat of my tummy, pulling the material closer to my boobs, making me want more than just a quick climax. I need a good seeing-to, but he's gone for the next ten hours at least, so it's all down to me and my fingers. As I touch my pussy through the thin silk it intensifies my need. The robe opens at my touch, baring my smooth, naked sex to my probing fingers. I pause a while then brush the silk very gently against the soft, smooth groove of my sex. I let one finger stroke the outer lips and the feeling is exquisite, soft, like a butterfly landing on my tender flesh, its wings gently fluttering against my very sensitive skin. I am aware that my arousal is gradually building. I close my eyes but want to read more of the wonderful words some stranger has written about my story. He is making me feel so special, perhaps because I made him feel so special and I read on as my fingers explore my smooth body. My lips start opening like a flower as the moisture seeps out from my inner sex. I touch my clitty, lubricated and still so sensitive from last night. He was fantastic driving me to climax after climax, but I need more, even if it is just me on me. I circle my clit making it throb with desire; I pull the knot undone in the belt that holds my robe together, letting it fall away from my body, revealing my naked breasts. The curtains are open and I can see people outside but they can't see in. That just makes it all the more naughty to play with myself as they stand chatting outside. I'm so wet my finger slips inside; I can still feel where his big cock rubbed against my entrance as he rammed it into me. My eyes refuse to stay open as the images of our so recent lovemaking flash before me. My bottom slips forward on the seat of the chair. My legs straighten out and part, giving my fingers more room to work. I imagine it's his cock probing my soft yielding flesh. My spare hand is now fully employed fondling my titties, holding the nipple between my finger and thumb, rolling it in time with the increasing tempo of my finger on my clitty. This is so good, but so frustrating, I need him here now but I know it's not possible. The first pulses of my impending orgasm ripple through my body as I speed up, making my need bigger and bigger. My fingers are now gripping each nipple just like he did last night, swapping from one to the other, keeping both of them tingling with lust. I bite my lip as my climax gets closer till suddenly it hits me with an unexpected force. I am aware of wave upon wave of pure pleasure rippling through me. It was great, my body recoiling to the effect of the spasms of orgasmic bliss. I can hear myself saying "Oh yes! Oh yes!" like I was actually being made to climax by my husband. My finger still gently rolls against my clitty as it throbs in the aftershock of my climax. Oh god, that was good! My nipples are too tender to hold so my other hand strokes my tummy, feeling the muscles contract every time a small ripple of that post-orgasmic surge passes through me. Eventually I gather myself and open my eyes looking at the screen reading those words once again. Someone out there told me he liked my story so much he had to relieve himself, have a wank as he put it. Well so did I! It pleased me so much that my story had given him so much pleasure. I thanked him for his kind words, even telling him what he had made me do, how his words had made me feel. I giggle just wondering how excited he is going to be when he reads what I just wrote back to him. I am jerked back to reality by the jangling of the telephone. I think about ignoring it as it had spoiled the moment for me. However, when I look the caller ID says it is my hubby. He usually rings me to tell me he has arrived safely at work. He has detected the passion in my voice and asks what I have been up to. I tell him exactly what I have been doing. He listens as I describe every little detail of my past half an hour and I just wonder what he is doing now, listening to my impassioned words. He asks "Do you want me to take the day off?" He would, if I had asked. But I know he had an important meeting so, instead, I ask him to come home as early as he can. I need him and blow kisses into the phone. I am again alone with myself and my needs. I wander into the bedroom letting my robe slip to the floor, thinking a shower might help, but it doesn't. I have never been unfaithful to my husband but in my heightened state of arousal at the moment if a presentable man arrived at this moment I would be so tempted. The warm water that I thought might help me just makes things worse. It trickles off my nipples and runs down my tummy between my legs, caressing my pussy. I shaved my pussy only yesterday, so it is still tender and very bare, making me even more conscious of myself. I soap myself with my favorite aromatic shower gel, circling my already aroused skin with the luxuriant lather, rinsing until the gently swirling water washes all the lather away. Stepping from the shower I wrap a bath robe around my body, intending to get dressed. But if you knew me you would know how easily I am distracted. As I pass the office again I go in, sitting back in the chair touching the keyboard to wake the computer up. Whilst the water was cascading over me I had thought about something that had happened while on my honeymoon in France, in the unisex showers there. It had gelled into the makings of a nice sexy story. So I open Word and start to pour my thoughts onto the screen, taking myself back to that sunny afternoon when we were camping and had got all hot and sweaty in the tent. Guess how. So I decided to take a shower. Of course we both got in together. I started soaping his body with all the love and affection I could put into my hands. He began fondling my sensitive nipples - he has a thing about them. His cock rose quickly, sticking out like he hadn't had sex for weeks. Did he ever get enough? The story soon comes to the part where we realized we were being watched from the cubicle next door through a hole in the wall neither of us had noticed. But the noise he was making drew our attention to him. Just his eye was visible through the small hole. My body is reacting again to the memories of this very sexy incident. Again my fingers wander from the keyboard, finding my pussy. But it is not enough. What can I do? Leaving the office I go into the bedroom opening my bedside drawer where all my toys are kept. I look at my big dildo but pass it by. Then I look at several other things that he frequently uses to make our lovemaking more exciting, but none of them seem to fit my need. To be honest these toys do a lot for me when using them on myself. It's just not the same somehow without his hands controlling the action. Right at the back I find a strap-on thing he bought some time ago, but we found it prevented him from touching my pussy when attached, so we only used it the once. I suppose I should try to describe it to you, because it is not like any other toy he has bought for me. It is strapped with a big thick black leather belt around my waist and also round my upper thighs, with even more straps joining the belt at the back, holding a butterfly shaped device tight to my pussy. It has two little protrusions sticking out on the inside. One is for my pussy the other to insert into my bottom. As you might know from my previous stories I am a great fan of anal sex. It hurts sooo good and love that feeling of double penetration. Finding some lubricant, I hold the thing to my body tightening the straps just the way he did when we tried it out. It feels strange but somehow satisfying to have both my holes filled with a foreign object. At least both of the little inserts are bigger than my fingers. I go back to the office with the thing strapped to me but not turned on, just letting my body get used to it being there. Walking makes it move sideways giving me quite a nice little thrill. I sit back into the chair, bringing the screen back to life. My fingers dance across the keys, describing the events of that shower as we made love with me bent over and him ramming it into me from behind. My imagination can still hear how the water cascaded down over us, while a total stranger watched through that little hole. With those feelings starting again, my fingers want to forsake the keyboard but there is nothing they can do. My pussy is completely covered with this sex toy; the only thing left for me is to switch it on. I move the switch but nothing happens. I look at what I am doing and find that no matter where I put the switch it does nothing. I should have realized it was battery operated and it was much too light to have been loaded with batteries. Slipping the controller into my robe pocket I go downstairs to find some batteries. What if we had none? All this would have been all for nothing and I so want to make myself cum again. Lady luck has smiled on me; I find the right batteries and run back upstairs before inserting them. The lid is screwed on so I have to find a small screwdriver to open it and I insert the new batteries. Then at last I move the switch and the sensations start. Oh! What relief. I fiddle with the control until I find the gentlest program, just a soft vibration with a little pulse on the two tiny cocks. I want to get back to my story and let the thing just keep me in suspense, like my man does when he's in a teasing mood. It is just right, keeping me very conscious of my pussy but still able to write. This is good; my mind is able to share itself with both my fingers and my pussy at the same time, despite some horrendous spelling mistakes. Thank goodness for 'spell check'. The story gets hotter and so do I. I turn the thing up and let it either take me over the top or I might try to hold on long enough to finish this story. Sex wins again. I find another program that is stronger, the little cocks throbbing together and the whole thing vibrating like it is trying to get away from me. I had forgotten just how strong this thing was. It drives me to a climax in seconds. Why hadn't I used this more often? It's the answer to my horny prayers. I can't turn it off as quickly as I would like because it has made me cum so hard, and it's not giving up any time soon. At last I find the switch and turn it down. Not off, just down to the former level that I think I can bear while still being able to write. But it is not possible. I'm so near climaxing I just sit there and let it have its mechanical way with me. Forgetting about my story for a while at least, I allow myself to bask in the waves of pleasure this thing is giving me. I turn it off and go back into my bedroom, stretching out full length on the bed, my robe falling open. Then I turn the thing back on full power. How on earth can anyone make a plastic toy so damn sexy it is literally fucking me? The two little cocks, which are only about two or perhaps three inches long, rotate and pulse in my two holes. The whole thing vibrates, causing the most wonderful sensations in my clitty and in fact all over my pubic area. I climax so quickly but try not to switch it off, almost wishing my hands were tied preventing me from stopping it despite the massively intensive sensations it is giving me, almost too much. But can you have too much pleasure? I fight the need to stop it for as long as possible, thinking it is like my hubby when he has cum once and is taking me from one climax to another without even slowing down. A continuous orgasm - exactly like this thing is giving me. At last I can take no more. I am exhausted. My fingers fumble with the switch trying to turn it off, finally managing to find the right place. Oh my god! The man who invented this deserves to be knighted. Never mind diamonds, it was he who really created a girl's best friend. I lay there for some time just luxuriating in that so wonderful post orgasmic bliss, thinking perhaps I should take the device off. But it felt so nice strapped tight to my body. No I will keep it on; I might need it again before I have finished telling my story about that shower in France. Wrapping my robe around myself and slipping the controller into my pocket I return to the computer, still naked underneath. I take up the story again, explaining how we made love in front of this stranger while the shower poured down on us. I write how I could feel my hubby's cock swelling in preparation for his orgasm, and tell how it made me feel. His already almost too big cock was getting bigger and bigger as he drove hard into me with his final thrusts, making me cry out in pure lust, his hot cum flooding my very full pussy. How much I loved feeling him ejaculate deep into my body, his seed penetrating me. If it weren't for those little pills I would be pregnant, the amount of his cum that filled my pussy every day on our honeymoon. Oh my goodness, I'm cumming again. This is what happens when I write about real sex experiences. Fantasies don't have quite the same effect. I am trying to concentrate on my story but my mind is on my pussy. Reaching into my pocket I find the controller and switch it on the gentlest mode again hoping I can finish my story with another break for self satisfaction - or is that self gratification? My fingers once again are on the keys and the story unfolds to where we pull apart, holding each other like teenage lovers and not like the grown ups we are supposed to be. I noticed over his shoulder that the eye had been replaced by a cock. The unseen stranger had stuck his cock through the hole in the cubicle wall. I make my other half aware of this new development. I am fascinated by this cock in the hole in the wall. I wanted to touch it but wouldn't unless my man told me too. He again whispered in my ear suggesting that I wank the stranger off? Did he read my mind? I think he might sometimes. I tentatively wrapped my fingers round this strange cock. It felt so smooth, so different. I wanked the strange cock in the wall while my hubby wanked his own cock watching me.