Maybe he went a little too far

Daphne begins sucking her husband's cock with an enthusiasm she hadn't felt in her entire life. Sure, she'd given plenty of blowjobs in her life, usually as a reward for when a man bought her something nice or she wanted something from him. But it was always just perfunctory, just going through the motions. This was different. As soon as she saw that cock, she had to have it. She sucked hard on it, moaning in genuine pleasure as she did. This was something new, something powerful, something uncontrollable. And it felt amazing! Licking all along its length as it slid in and out of her mouth, savoring every bump and curve, every bulging vein, the shape of the head, every delicious detail of it. She needed it. It was the only thing she could think about.

Her enthusiasm for cock was soon rewarded with something even more amazing. that delicious cum. As his hot, sticky baby batter blasted the inside of her mouth, she slurped down every drop, sucking harder, massaging her husband's balls, trying to urge every drop of it, she wanted to drain him dry of cum. Daphne had to have it.

But far too soon for her taste, his cock softened, it was spent. She looked up at him, pouting, "That's all?" She asked him, genuinely disappointed. She needed more. Much more, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. She stood up and shoved him down onto the floor, hard enough that she heard something crack. Something that would have alarmed her husband if he wasn't so stunned with the behavior of his normally demure trophy wife. She was on top of him, grinding her wet pussy up against his still flaccid cock, trying to stir it back to life.

After several minutes of grinding on him, and going back down and trying to get him hard again, she gave up. The old guy just didn't have it in him. So she stood up, and went off to the bedroom to get something to wear to go out and get what she needed. What she had to have, she couldn't think of anything else other than big hard yummy cocks.

As she walked off, he noticed what the cracking sound was. Shit, it was the controller. He tried to activate it, but it wouldn't turn on. Broken, and his wife was like a tigress in heat. He was about to call R&D up to tell them about the problem so he could get it fixed when he saw her walking back, wearing a bikini top, microskirt and high heels. "Hey honey, I'm going to go out, there's something I need to get. I shouldn't be gone more than a few hours, but don't wait up!" And with that she was out the door, a cockslut on a mission.

Maybe there's some truth to the old saying, "Careful what you wish for."