For as long as I can remember, I have fantasized about double penetration (DP). I get soaking wet just imagining two hard cocks thrusting into me, filling my ass and pussy with flesh and ecstasy. I had never told my husband about my desire to be taken in this way, for fear he might find the whole thing gross, licentious, or immoral. But it yearned in me nonetheless, and it was my dirty secret.
One time, when he was a way on business, I had purchased a DVD with a DP theme. I watched it over and over again, finger fucking my pussy with one hand while pumping my dildo in and out of my ass with the other. I came a river while he was away on that trip. When he came home, I hid the DVD in a shoebox, knowing he would not dare venture into the jungle which was my side of our closet.
Convinced my secret was safe, my husband and I went about our regular sex life; which was limited to oral and vaginal penetration, but sometimes would include a little anal play. This changed one glorious day. We were making out on the couch; kissing, groping, licking each other all over. Just when he had me sopping wet, he stopped suddenly and told me to go into the bedroom, get on all fours, and close my eyes; "no peeking," he said with a hungry, decisive look on his face. I was so eager and excited; I complied to his explicit request immediately.
What felt like an eternity later, I could hear my husband enter the bedroom. His steps were slow and deliberate. A chill came over me, but it was quickly remedied with his warm touch. He ran his tongue, heavy with moisture and seductive intent, across my pussy and then up to my ass. True to my instructions, I kept my eyes shut tight and I could focus on the feeling of his fingers dancing around my pussy lips, which he had deftly spread apart in order to enter me from behind. I thought, "He must be wearing a cock ring," because he felt huge inside of me. He fucked me slowly and steadily, my body melting with every thrust.
I then felt something wet across my asshole. He rubbed his lubed-soaked fingers over my butt and began to finger my ass, all the while pounding my pussy from behind. This was the closest I had ever been to achieving my double penetration fantasy. I was moaning and squirming, possessed by the sensation.
"You like this honey, don't you?" He asked.
"Oh baby, yes. So much, more than anything." I breathlessly replied.
He pushed himself into me deeper than ever, leaned over, and whispered in my ear, "I found the DVD in the closet." My heart stopped for a moment, but my eyes remained closed. "You dirty sexpot, how long have you been jilling off to the thought of big, hard cocks filling both your holes?"
I tried to answer, but my shock and embarrassment left me speechless. These thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something large and firm entering my tight asshole. All the while, my husband had not removed himself from my soaked pussy. My confusion was immediately blurred by a feeling of unprecedented pleasure as the hard, firm object continued further into my ass. The sensation of both my holes filled to the hilt was dizzying, so much that I let out a huge sigh; like I had been waiting for this moment for an eternity. Staggering somewhere between fantasy and reality, I finally realized my husband was wearing a harness; a firm dildo was fucking my ass while he throbbed inside my now flooded pussy.
I could barely hold myself up, the pleasure was so intense. He was moaning wildly from the feeling of the dildo rubbing against his cock through the thin walls of my pussy. I couldn't believe it, my mind and body were reeling with fulfillment. We were both coming nearer to our orgasms, and then he just went wild on me; thrusting in short, deep strokes while rubbing my clit. I gasped as my whole body tensed and I threw myself over the edge of consciousness, like cannonball jumping into a pool on a hot day. My pelvis was pulsating rhythmically around his cock and the dildo, causing my husband to release his cum inside my pussy. We both fell flat on our stomachs; he was still on top, still inside me. All I could say was, "Thank you baby," in barely a whisper.
My husband embraced my fantasy and I have never kept any sexual desire from him since. He loved my hunger for double penetration and said we could have a threesome with another guy for my birthday; but that's another story.
The New Intimacy