The housewife's box, part 3

Inside is a collection of sex toys. On top of the pile is a large rubber dildo steel grey in color and molded in the form of a man's cock and balls. Strangely, however, just below the balls, the dildo continues several inches, with four shallow grooves in it. The housewife reaches into the open box, and picks up the dildo, gripping it by the extension below the balls. You see now that the grooves are meant for fingers, to provider a firm grip. The woman laughs. "This is called 'The Sword.' You can certainly see how it gets that name." She brandishes it in front of you too, twisting her wrist, looking at it from all angles. You are looking at the strange thing too, until you realize that for several seconds, the housewife has been looking past the dildo, at you.

You instantly lower your eyes, but contact has been made, and the housewife smiles. She places the dildo back in the box, then steps next to you and throws an arm around your shoulder. She begins to walk forward, and you walk with her, still holding the box, and being guided by her arm. She walks around the back of the sofa (which is in the middle of the room, and not flush against any wall) then steps up against the back of it, pressing the fronts of your thighs against it. The housewife leans forward, pulling you down with her, until your back is parallel with the floor, the box rests on the cushions of the sofa, and your arms, still holding the box, drop down parallel to your legs. She shifts her hand from your shoulder to the small of your back, and holds you down as she pushes herself back to standing straight. Though your body again begins to tingle in anticipation, you keep your head down, looking at the box and its contents, as the housewife deliberately paces around to the front of the couch.

"Perhaps you are wondering why a nice woman like me ordered a box full of things like a dildo with an extra long grip." The housewife's voice sounds out from directly above you, and in your downward facing vision, you see her feet take up residence right below your head. "Or, perhaps, you do not wonder about it at all. I think it is fair to say that I have a sufficiently desirable body that, should I desire physical love, my husband would be no less than thrilled to give it to me." The woman pauses, and you think she is waiting for a response, so you nod. "Why, thank you, child. That is awfully nice of you to say. I feel the same way. However ..." the woman trails off.

There is a pause, and then the woman presses her stomach against the side of her head, and a finger into your mouth. Her finger tastes of her pussy. "Though you cannot hear it in me or taste it on me, I am pregnant. Not enough yet to show, but enough for my pig-headed husband to refuse to make love to me. I think I am half crazed for the want of a good FUCK," she spits the word out flippantly, "and my jackass of a husband will not FUCK me." She sighs, releasing your ear from her stomach and her finger from your mouth. "Even when I try to orally pleasure him, he refuses me, though I will admit to being a lazy lover, and generally am much more fond of receiving than giving. So, you can imagine why I might, under these circumstances, order just such a box full of items." She pauses again, so you again nod, which prompts her to continue.

"Yes, just such a box. I was quite happy to hear the announcement of the doorbell this morning, since I knew that I was only minutes away from the usage of all these ... toys." She pauses again, but before you really have a chance to be confused about whether to nod your head again or not, she continues. "I must admit that I was also hoping the box would be delivered by a brawny man, to whom I could expose myself, and who would then, in a perfect world, fuck me over the back of the couch." The housewife laughs musically. "I was disappointed to see you, it is true. But then, I was filled with an unexplainable urge to touch you, and after I had done that, to spread my legs for you. I cannot explain it, but the orgasm you proceded to give me was at the same time the single best and most frustrating orgasm I have ever had. There is no denying that I have never cum so hard, but what you did deny me were my humble requests in a time of need. I needed a firm tongue, and your tongue was light, teasing, cruel. I wanted an orgasm so badly, an orgasm that you would not give to me, that you dangled just out of my reach ... well, I wished that you had never layed your tongue on me at all."

"But ..." you begin, wanting to explain that her orgasm would not have been so strong and full if you had "given it to her early," but the housewife claps a hand over your mouth before you can get out more than the first word. "Quiet, my dear girl," the woman states. "I was about to tell you -- you have put me in a giving mood. Normally I would never expend so much effort to bring anybody so close to orgasm as I am about to bring you. I let my husband FUCK me as long as he wants, but if he wants oral pleasuring, I make him move my head for me. He considers it a form of sexual surrender, and it turns him on even more, which is a good thing -- but in reality, I just could not be bothered to give him a satisfactory blowjob."

The housewife pauses again. Again, you do not know whether to nod, or what to do, so you remain silent. "I do not know what it is about you," she continues, her words coming out slowly, "but I feel willing to put far more work into you than I have have into my husband." She laughs again, this time with menace mixed into the musicality of it.