Ex-Wife

I come to once again unable to move, slightly regretting my desire to be an inanimate object. Looking out across the landscape, I try to figure out what newly object I had turned into and where I was at. Not like it really mattered, I was an object now and objects don’t worry about such things. But it felt nice, almost as if thinking about such things was the thin thread holding my humanity together. Anyway, looking across the landscape, I realize I was incased in plastic. A woman walked by, at me before continuing onward. The momentum of her body walking by created a light breeze making me swing slightly as I find out I was hanging from a hook. I also find out I was not alone, surrounded by other packages with their so contents hidden from view. I hung there, patiently waiting for someone else to walk by to figure out more clues where I was at and what I had transformed into. Almost on cue, a beautiful brunette turned down the isle looking at the hanging packages. She looked familiar somehow, but my plastic distorted vision was keeping from linking her face to a name. She was definitely my type, long brown hair and soft looking lips, athletic but not overly skinny. She suddenly stopped in front of me, her well manicured hand reaching up to grasp my package and lift me off my hook. As she brought me closer to her face, it felt like all of my blood ran out of my body. I was looking up at the face of a woman that hated me to her core, though at one point that wasn’t the case. At one point, we loved each other dearly but it ended roughly. I was looking up at the face of my ex-wife, though now a few years older but unmistaken, it was definitely her. I was glad she was seeing me as an random object, for sure if I was in a state where she would recognize me, I would have been thrown to the floor and stomped on by her foot. Her hand suddenly rotated my package, making me be able to see what type of objects I was hanging with. If my heart could of sank any further, it suddenly struck rock bottom. I see in front of me a large array of sex toys, all of them involving anal play. I see where she had plucked me off my hook, the package behind mine was a plug of a large kind. Her looking at such things surprised me, when we were married, all anal play was 100% off limits. I didn’t get much time to think about it as her hand suddenly dropped to her side carrying me as she continued walking, stopping for a moment to grab a bottle of lube before continuing to the checkout. I was quickly bought and bagged, getting thrown into her passenger seat for the ride home. I laid there, my mind a swirl of thoughts until the bag was roughly grabbed and carried inside her home. I watch as her hand reached into the bag, pulling me out and prying open my plastic packaging. She turned me this way and that before tossing me on her bed, her fingers hooking her pants and dropping them to the floor. Stepping out of them and grabbing me and the bottle of lube, she walked into her bathroom and set everything down in the sink. Popping the top of the lube, she grabbed me and slathered the cool gel all over my body before bending over and reaching between her legs. I was greeted by her asshole, the wrinkled ring winking at me slightly before she shoved my tip that was my face against the opening, slightly nudging it till it opened. The more it opened, the more she slid me inside her ass. It was odd this time around compared to my time as Mel’s dildo due to me having a sense of 360 degree vision. I found this out when I finally was pushed all the way inside her, a groan vibrating through her body. I was able to watch her hand move away, her ass cheeks framing her view until she stood up and they slammed together. She stood there for a moment, flexing anus and ass cheeks surrounding before walking out of her bathroom. I’m greeted by sunlight one last time as she bent over to picking up her jeans that she discarded a moment ago to step into them, pulling them around her hips to seal me in total darkness. This was my world for the rest of the day, the occasional trips of her walking around but mostly her just sitting around, pushing me up into her ass. I was left there for the rest of the day, only knowing it was night time as she slid out of her jeans. Crawling into her bed, I watch as her hand reached around and grabbed my base, pushing and pulling me as she used me to fuck her asshole. She would pull me out with a slurp and the jamb me back inside her gapping asshole, swirling and twirling me around as she prodded me into her walls gently. Her climax came quickly, her anal ring clinching me tightly as her body shuddered. With a final pull, she popped me out of her ass and tossed me on the floor, assuming to be found later the next day to be cleaned and put up or put back inside her ass. I slowly fell asleep, reeking of her shit as it slowly dried.