Revenge Tastes like Pussy

I married when I was eighteen and my husband suddenly decided that sex was wrong and dirty unless we were going to have children. I, being young, frisky and not ready for kids, became extremely sexually frustrated by my mate who would not put out.

One morning after he left for work, I woke up overcome with lust. I didn't know what to do with myself. I kept rubbing my clit and I just kept getting wetter and wetter. I would peak, but I just wouldn't cum. I finally got out of bed and threw on my robe to go fix myself some breakfast. Standing in front of the fridge in my robe and feeling the wetness run down my thigh, I opened the crisper to get an apple and I saw the most beautiful thick knobbly carrot to relieve my frustrations.

I scrubbed it down really well in the sink and ran upstairs to the bedroom with my prize, hardly believing what I was doing. I slowly slid it in, wider end first, and gripped it with my vagina. I really love to play tug of war with myself, sliding it in and out and gripping it once in a while and feeling the resistance of my pussy not wanting to let go of whatever it's got a hold of. The mix of my sexual frustration, my delayed orgasm from before, and the excitement of what a naughty girl I was to fuck myself with a root vegetable made me explode. Well, that carrot did the trick and my husband came home for lunch and caught me passed out on the bed in my after orgasm bliss with a sticky carrot lying forgotten on the floor.

I don't know if he put two and two together, but he was really rude that day, so after he left, I made beef stew in the crockpot. In went the carrot. I may have had it for breakfast, but he got it for dinner!!