Claire’s Curveball

Phil was two seconds from shoving back into Claire’s ass when she suddenly pulled off his cock with a wet gasp, a thick string of spit still connecting her lower lip to the head.

She looked up at him, eyes glassy, chin and tits shining with drool, and smiled in a way that was pure trouble.

“Wait.”

Phil froze, cock throbbing, still slick from her mouth and the load he’d already left in her.

Claire wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing the mess, then reached under the couch cushion and pulled out something she’d clearly stashed earlier: a thick, black, realistic dildo - one of the bigger ones they kept for nights when Phil was out of town. It was already shiny with lube.

She pressed it into his hand.

“I want both,” she said, voice hoarse and filthy. “Your cock in my ass… and this in my cunt at the same time. Stretch me until I can’t think. Then I want you to make me taste it again when you’re done.”

Phil’s brain short-circuited for a second. Claire didn’t wait. She turned back around, planted her chest on the couch cushions, reached back with both hands, and spread her ass and cunt open for him - still dripping, still loose from the first round, spit still running down her chin onto the fabric.

“Do it, Phil. Double-stuff your wife. No more babies, remember? Ruin me properly.”

Phil didn’t need a second invitation. He lined the thick dildo up with her soaked cunt and pushed it in to the hilt in one steady stroke. Claire cried out, loud and broken. Before she could adjust he pressed the head of his cock back against her used hole and drove in beside it.

The stretch was brutal. Claire’s whole body jerked. A long, raw moan tore out of her as both shafts bottomed out - Phil’s cock buried in her ass, the thick dildo packing her cunt full. He could feel the dildo rubbing against him through the thin wall separating them.

He started fucking her like that, short and deep, both holes stretched wide around him and the toy. Every thrust forced fresh spit and drool from Claire’s open mouth onto the couch. She kept her hands spreading herself, holding herself open so he could watch both of her holes take it.

“Harder,” she gasped, voice wrecked. “Fuck both of them. I want to feel it in my stomach.”

Phil gave her exactly that - gripping her hips and slamming in, the wet, filthy sounds of double penetration filling the living room. Claire’s thighs shook. Her cunt and ass clenched and fluttered around the dual intrusion, already close again from the sheer intensity.

Phil leaned over her back, still thrusting deep, and growled against her ear.

“When I pull out I’m putting both of these in your mouth. You’re going to clean them while you’re still stretched open and leaking.”

Claire only moaned louder and pushed back harder.