Coitus Interruptus ...

Sarah plopped onto her bed, curious as to why Brad would send the toys via special delivery; unless he intended for Sarah to succumb to her body’s desires. The thought of what she did with the delivery man crept back into her brain, and the thought of infidelity no longer bothered her. ‘It was what Brad wanted,’ she began convincing herself as she laid the new toys on the comforter. ‘This is what he’s been hinting at all along,” she reassured herself as she retrieved the original dildo from her drawer, placing it next to its twin. The five toys were calling to her as she softly stroked each one, trying to decide which one she would use first, and how she would use it. She continued talking to herself, in her mind. ‘Brad has made me this way. It’s not my fault. He’s the one who stoked the fire. He’s the one who wants me with other men. I can’t help it if I need to satisfy my body’s desires, and he’s not around, nor willing, to do it.’

Sarah wrapped each hand around each of the duplicate dildos. She pressed them against her cheeks, warming them up to body temperature and stimulating her skin. Slowly the dildos came to life as Sarah began to envision two real cocks in her hands. Her wet tongue slipped out of her watering mouth to lap the long lances. Her tongue danced over the two cocks, whose tips were pressed together just beneath her nose. It only took a few minutes for the cocks to be covered in her saliva. Sarah then alternately sucked the head of each cock into the vacuum of her mouth. On several occasions she succeeded in cramming both cocks in her oral cavity simultaneously, stretching her jaws obscenely wide. She was deepthroating the cocks when her tits began swelling and aching for attention.

Sarah teased her nipples with the spit-soaked cock heads, pressing the cock’s slit against her turgid and puckered flesh. She proceeded to fuck her tits with the two cocks, alternately wetting each cock with her hungry mouth. As she tit fucked herself, her pussy became wetter and wetter, itching terribly so for contact. Sarah pushed a dildo down across her belly, through her trimmed nest, across her hidden clit, and into the swollen folds, separating the lips and opening her up. She held her breath as the cock’s crown pressed down, her hips arching upwards to meet her thrust. The friendly fucker easily weaseled its way into the dark cavern, burying itself in one long fluid stroke. Sarah let the air out of her lungs as she sighed, happily comforted by the familiar feeling.

“Mom? We’re home!”

“Aww SHIT!” Sarah screamed, realizing the kids were home already. ‘Where had the time gone,’ she asked herself as she unwillingly pulled the dildo from her clenching cunt. “Damn, damn, damn,” she cursed, jumping from the bed. She scooped her playthings from atop the comforter and let them drop into the box on the floor. She kicked the box under the bed to hide her toys from open view. She ran into her walk-in closet, “I’m up here; I’ll be down in a minute.” Hiding in the closet she rummaged quickly through her clothes, hoping desperately the kids wouldn’t walk in. She hastily picked a short casual black, curve-hugging, dress from the hanger. She slipped it on over her head and adjusted the wide straps. She adjusted the front of the dress which showed an ample amount of her recently tanned tits. The bottom came about mid thigh. Sarah quickly recalled wearing the dress one time when she went dancing with her girlfriends. She nearly jumped out of the dress when the youngest appeared standing in the doorway.

Sarah regained her composure and greeted the kids with hugs and kisses, and suppressed the itch between her legs. She ambled with the kids back down to the kitchen and prepped dinner. The whole time Sarah was getting things ready, the only thing she could think of was having a cock in her pussy, which she realized was getting wet again. It was then that she also realized that she had come downstairs without any panties on, her juices leaking out and trickling along her upper thigh. Sarah quickly sat the kids at the table, ensuring they were busy with homework, and that the dinner in the oven was safe. She raced up the steps, saying she had to go to the bathroom, and ran into her bedroom. She reached under the bed and into the box and yanked out the sticky dildo that had been in her pussy earlier. She closed herself into the bathroom and lifted her dress before sitting on the toilet, leaning back against the cold porcelain. She placed the bulbous head against her opening and pushed it in again. Sarah could feel her heart racing as she eagerly tried to reach a much needed orgasm. She pumped the prick in and out at incredible speeds, satisfying her itch and quickly bringing her to the edge of bliss. She just needed the nameless stranger in her mind to fuck her, and fuck her hard.

Sarah’s legs began twitching when she tickled her clit with her free hand, while continually pounding the pud with her other hand. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as the tingling sensation began to envelop her entire body.

Sarah heard the kids screaming. “Daddy, Daddy!”

“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed again. Her ever so near orgasm had just ebbed back into the ocean as she came back to reality. “Damnit,” she swore as she plucked the juicy prick from her hole. “I’m gonna get off before this night is out,” she promised as she opened the door and quickly returned the slick shaft to its previous hiding spot, moments before Brad walked into the bedroom.

“Everything all right?” he asked, seemingly concerned that Sarah would leave the kids downstairs, and not use the downstairs powder room to go to the bathroom.

“Yeah,” she lied, still panting, her heart still racing. She knew why he’d be concerned, so she lied some more. “We’re out of toilet paper downstairs.” She spun and returned to the bathroom to fetch some extra rolls, fearful that if she continued talking to Brad, he’d see right through her lies. With the rolls in hand, she walked by Brad, to return to her motherly duties.

Brad shook his head, confused by Sarah’s odd behavior, yet casually dismissed it while he changed out of his business suit. By the time he returned to the family downstairs, Sarah had dinner on the table. Other than the kids, dinner was quiet and non-eventful. Brad did comment though that Sarah looked like she got some sun. Sarah looked at him coyly, spotting a knowing grin crossing his face. Deciding to play along, Sarah quipped back that the delivery truck had stopped by earlier, flashing an equally knowing smile; the kids completely unaware of the hidden messages being spoken.

Brad’s face instantly changed, silently asking, ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Sarah panicked upon seeing the sudden transformation in Brad’s face. She nearly choked on the glass of water she was drinking when he asked what was delivered. Now it was Sarah’s turn to be totally confused … again. A million questions flooded her brain as she suddenly found herself backed into a corner. ‘Is he being a great actor? Did he not send the package? If not, who did send the package? Did he not set her up for the delivery guy? Did she do something she wasn’t supposed to do? Did he not want her to have sex with other men? Why did he have her tan in the nude? Why was he doing this to her? Would he find out about the delivery man? What happened over the past weekend? What would he do if he found out she gave him a blowjob? Was Brad the guy that used the toys on her? Were they the same toys? If it wasn’t him, then who was there with her in the hotel room? What would happen when he came back with another delivery? Why did he have her watch all those videos? Why were the scenes reenacting themselves? Was the delivery man in the hotel room with her? Would Brad be pissed if he found out she gave a complete stranger a blowjob? Why was she so horny? Why was he keeping her horny with his daily calls? Why was she turning into a slut? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about sex? Why was she dripping wet right now? Why did she so desperately want to stick something long and fat in her snatch?’

“Sarah? What was delivered?” Brad repeated, snapping her out of her dazed state. She hurriedly fished for another lie, unsure how she should respond, especially since his reaction thoroughly confused her. “I don’t know. It was for Mrs. Smith, and he dropped it off here since she wasn’t home at the time.” Sarah quickly rose from the table, and started clearing the food and plates, unwilling to look at Brad directly, knowing he’d be able to spot her in a lie.

As the evening wore on, Sarah’s twisted mind couldn’t shake the image of the bewildered deliver man standing in the doorway as she was on her knees, sucking him off, totally naked. She replayed the scene over and over trying to make reason out of the events, trying to reassure herself it was what Brad had intended. The only thing she succeeded in doing was making herself increasingly more horny. Sarah left Brad watching TV as she tucked the kids into bed. Once more, she quietly and quickly retreated to the bathroom, fetching her faithful friend along the way. Within seconds she resumed her position on the toilet and was plunging the quiet dildo in and out of her noisily squishing snatch. Her mind attached the delivery man to the end of the cock that was fully engulfed between her legs. For the third time, she was on the verge of exploding, when the knock on the bathroom door startled her.

“Are you almost done? I’ve gotta go.” Brad was patiently and quietly waiting on the other side.

Sarah was cursing to herself again. “Yeah! Hold on.” She looked around and settled on hiding the toy at the bottom of the hamper. She’d retrieve it later, not wanting to have to explain to Brad what she was doing. She straightened up before heading out to the bedroom. “It’s all yours.”

Brad just shook his head, trying to figure out why she was acting so weird. He wondered if she was still pissed about the weekend. He’d make it up to her tonight. He’s had time to recover. Brad stripped and tossed his clothes into the hamper and jumped into the shower.

Sarah sat on the bed with her head in her hands. Tears were slowly forming in her eyes. They were tears of guilt, shame, embarrassment, and frustration. She was sexually frustrated. Her body’s demands were more important than her mind’s sanity. She listened to Brad climbing into the shower, and all she could think about was a fat cock filling her pussy. Her pussy was still wet, swollen, and waiting. While Brad was in the shower she pulled the box from under the bed and stared at the contents. Her hand seemed magnetically drawn to the twelve inch vibrator, feeling it and weighing it for the second time today. She could feel her pussy twitching as her mind painted the picture of it sliding effortlessly into her dripping dew pot. She heard the shower cut off, and kicked the box back under the bed. She hurriedly grabbed a pair of pajamas and hid the shaft inside the folded clothes. When Brad appeared from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, Sarah passed him by and closed the door behind him. She had muttered it was her turn from behind the door.

Inside the secluded bathroom, Sarah laid the clothes on the counter and peeled the dress from her slender body. Looking in the mirror, she admired her body, convincing herself that she still had the looks. Her hands caressed her swollen bosom noting that gravity and years have had little effect on her ample assets. She watched in the mirror as her hands slid downward through her trimmed nest and pulled her wet lips apart, exposing the deep pink flesh, glistening with her wetness. She reached between the folded clothes and snatched the twelve inch dick. Before she tossed her dress into the hamper, she retrieved the ten inch dildo. Two cocks in hand, Sarah was ready to resume her play.

She started the water flowing in the shower, ensuring the noise would hide her activities. By the time the steam from the shower was filling the room, Sarah had the dildo buried in her snatch, pumping furiously while she laved the vibrator. She turned the base to a gentle hum, praying that Brad wouldn’t hear the humming over the shower. Despite the fact that Brad was on the other side of the door, Sarah was determined to get off. She had been so close all day, and now she wasn’t to be denied. She felt her legs quivering as she neared the precipice. Knowing she’d scream out, Sarah swallowed the humming shaft, muffling her cries of glee as she fell into the crashing waves.

As she drifted back to shore, her cries turned to quiet whimpers, pulling the coated cock from her mouth. Without thought, the cock in her mouth replaced the one in her slick pussy, stretching it wider and filling her even more so as the knobby head banged against her cervix. Sarah had to bite her arm to keep from crying out as the electrical overload jolted her body. Her body thrashed about till she grew accustomed to the tickling sensation centered on her cervix, vibrating her womb. Sarah rolled onto her stomach on the tiled floor, and then crawled to her knees, keeping the wonderful cock trapped in her hole. She reached between her legs and was now able to sink the cock in the final two inches, fully filling her inner cavity. Sarah helped her lover pump his prick into her willing hole. She could feel herself nearing another climax as the plump prick pounded away. Then, once more without thought, her hand fetched the slick ten inch cock and poised it against the puckered hole, an inch above her stretched pussy. She leaned back as her fist pushed forward lodging the crowned head just inside the tight ring. She bit her lip stifling the grunt that escaped her lungs. She now had two cocks once again fucking her at the same time. Sarah exploded immediately, flexing her hips as she rocketed through her orgasm. The orgasm allowed the reaming rod in her rear to slip in nearly all the way, sending another series of waves over her body. Sarah bucked the dildo a few more times before pulling it out, fearing she’d pass out like she did in the hotel. She turned off the vibrator before pulling it from her abused pussy. Heaving and gasping, she crawled through the thick steam and dumped the toys into the hamper. She then crawled into the shower and let the warm water rain down over her as she recovered, sitting in the corner.

Sarah felt the water turning cold, and gathered her energy to quickly shower and clean up. By the time she was done, the water was ice cold. Sarah wrapped the towel around her shivering body, weak from exertion. She dressed in her pajamas, exited the bathroom and crawled into bed. Gauging Brad’s looks, he had no idea what Sarah had done behind closed doors, and she was grateful for that. However, when she had pulled the covers up over her body, Brad curled up behind her and pressed his naked body against her back, draping his arm over her body. He started to stroke her and kiss her head. ‘Aww shit,’ Sarah mused to herself, ‘now he wants to be romantic!’ She shrugged her shoulders, and bucked; her silent signal that she wasn’t in the mood. Brad knew the moves from the years of marriage. He surmised she was still pissed, and probably righteously so. He opted not to press the issue and simply sighed, “good night,” before rolling over. The two quickly fell asleep in the silent house.

Meanwhile, Mark was raising his fists in triumph as he watched everything on his monitor. Things could not be going any better for him as he picked up the phone and started making phone calls to arrange the next several “situations.”