Chapter 3: Dinner Theater
The next evening rolled around. Judy had spent the day productive and on Cloud 9 after the night she had given herself.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had felt when she came, the way her body had released her tension at the sight of that naked man and left her feeling so satisfied. She had texted Tom to let him know about her plans for tonight back home, and she was sure he’d be back at his hotel soon.
The anticipation was killing her. She felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness churning in her stomach.
Tom finally called. She answers the phone gitty and excited, but was surprised to not hear the same positive emotions from the other end of the call. Tom explains "Gosh, what a day Judy. Just endless meetings and paper. It sucks out here without you. I can't wait to get back."
Judy saw a chance to shift the conversation into a steamy phone sex session and an addition to last night's escapades. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do when you get back?" Judy asked, her voice a purr, a tease. She could hear the catch in her breath, the excited edge to her own words. She was playing with fire, but she couldn't stop herself. The memory of last night's solo adventure was still fresh in her mind, and she craved more.
"I don't know," Tom sighed, his voice weary. "Probably just crash. It's been a long day."
Judy bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't let this opportunity pass her by. She wanted to turn this conversation into something more, something naughty and dirty.
"I'll call you in the morning. I am going to head to bed. I didn't even eat, but all I can think about is sleep right now. I love you."
With a let down, Judy responded, "OK, good night. Talk to you in the morning. Love you." And the conversation ended.
Judy was left with a frustrated sigh and a throbbing need between her legs. Saturday night was still young, and she wasn't ready to give up on her plans. She knew she needed a release, and she knew exactly how she was going to get it.
She stood up from her bed, her body aching with anticipation. She sauntered towards her closet, her hips swaying with each step. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, her body responding to her own desires.
Judy's conscience pricked at her as she recalled the events of the previous night. A pang of guilt gnawed at her, and she found herself feeling as if she had not shared the experience with her husband. She had acted impulsively, driven by a moment's passion, and now she felt a need to make amends by sharing. Tom, her steadfast partner, had been there for her through thick and thin, and she realized that she had neglected him in her own selfish pursuit of satisfaction. She remembered that he hadn't eaten anything the night before, and the thought of him going hungry stirred a protective instinct within her. With a determined stride, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen, the familiar scent of their home enveloping her as she descended.
The bright, white lights made it feel like a stage, illuminating every shadow and curve of her body. She felt a thrill of exhibitionism, knowing that Tom would be her audience. She set the scene quickly, desiring to start the show as soon as possible.
She reached for the refrigerator door, her fingers brushing against the cool metal before she pulled it open. A soft, yellow light spilled out, casting a warm glow over the contents within. The array of foods seemed to dance in the sudden illumination. It was a symphony of colors and textures that would have been enough to satisfy any ordinary appetite. Yet, her appetite was fixed on something more specific, a particular shape that she was craving for. She leaned in, her eyes scanning the contents of the fridge, and there it was. A long, slender cucumber, its ridged surface glistening under the artificial light. A surge of excitement coursed through her veins as she reached for it, her fingers wrapping around the cool, firm vegetable.
As she stood there, the dim light of the room casting long, dancing shadows across her skin, she couldn't help but notice the subtle difference in girth. It was a mere fraction, but it was enough to cause a momentary pause, a flicker of uncertainty that was quickly replaced by a thrill of anticipation. She knew, deep down, that she would enjoy it, that her body would respond to the new sensation in a way that was both exhilarating and slightly taboo. With a deep breath, she began to undress, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. The cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin, a shiver that was quickly replaced by a warm, tingling sensation as her body began to respond to the promise of what was to come.
In the quiet of her room, she found herself contemplating an act that was both thrilling and forbidden. The thought was a mix of anticipation and trepidation that made her heart race. She knew she shouldn't, that it was wrong, but the allure was too strong. The idea of Tom, his eyes filled with surprise and desire, was enough to ignite a fire within her. She could almost feel his gaze on her, his breath hot on her skin, and the thought of him watching her, truly seeing her, sent a jolt of desire coursing through her veins. It was a dangerous game, one she had never played before, but the risk only served to heighten the excitement.
In the quiet of the kitchen, she leaped onto the counter, her bare skin meeting the cold, unyielding surface with a tremble that sent a ripple of goosebumps across her body. The chill was a stark contrast to the warmth of her own body, and she felt her nipples harden into taut peaks, a response to the sudden temperature change that was as much a physical reaction as it was a sign of her growing anticipation. Her hand, still clutching the vegetable sex toy, felt the coolness of the counter beneath her fingers, a sensation that was both grounding and arousing. She quickly set her iPad against a well-worn cookbook, positioning it so that the camera and screen faced directly between her legs. With a swift and practiced motion, she placed the cucumber in front of her, hiding her most intimate area from the lens, yet leaving just enough of it exposed to hint at the promise of what was to come. The room was filled with the soft hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the faint rustle of the cookbook as she adjusted her iPad. Her heart pounded in her chest, a rhythm that matched the anticipation that was building within her.
She sat there, her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird, each flap echoing the seconds that ticked by with agonizing slowness. The kitchen counter, cold and unforgiving beneath her butt, seemed to mock her with its stark, unyielding surface. The cucumber, a pathetic substitute for the real thing, felt absurdly inadequate in her hand, its cool, smooth skin a contrast to the warmth of her own flesh. She felt a twinge of embarrassment, a flush creeping up her neck as she imagined what Tom might think if he saw her now. Yet, she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the anticipation that coursed through her veins like a drug. She knew it was a risk, a gamble, but she also knew that if Tom took the bait, it would be worth it. She could already feel the thrill of victory, the sweet taste of success.
She leaned forward, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat, and typed out a message to Tom with a playful flourish. "I have a midnight snack for you. Want to FaceTime me and see?" She leaned back, her body tense with anticipation, her eyes fixed on the screen. The seconds ticked by like hours, each one stretching her nerves tauter. She held the cucumber in her hand; its coolness helped to soothe the rising heat that was forming between her legs. She could feel the weight of it, the promise of it, and the thrill of the anticipation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the video call notification flashed across the screen. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, and then swiped to accept the call.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry purr that seemed to caress the air around them. Tom's eyes darted around the screen and finally met hers. His gaze widened in a mixture of surprise and disbelief. The question hung in the air, a tense silence that had enveloped them moments before. The room, bathed in the soft glow of the iPad screen, seemed to hold its breath as Tom's mind raced, trying to decipher the sudden shift in her demeanor.
His fingers fumbled with his phone, nearly dropping it as he tried to process what he was seeing. Judy, his best friend's wife, was naked on the counter, a fucking cucumber in her hand and a wicked smile on her face.
"Jesus Christ, Judy," he breathed, his heart pounding in his chest. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Judy bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and guilt. "I thought we could have some fun," she said, her voice breathy.
"You know, since you missed dinner and all." She slid the cucumber lower, just enough to reveal the tops of her pussy lips. The cool air in the kitchen made her shiver, her nipples hardening even more. She felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach, the thrill of forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins.
Tom's eyes were glued to the screen, his jaw slack. "Fuck, Judy," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're fucking crazy."
She smirked, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation. "Maybe," she said, her voice laced with desire.
"But you're not the only one who's hungry, Tom."
She slowly parted her legs wider, the cucumber now resting against her slick folds. She could feel the coolness of the vegetable against her heat, sending a electricity down her spine. She bit her lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watched Tom's reaction. His eyes were fixed on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"Fuck, Judy," he finally managed to choke out. "You're driving me crazy."
She smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "Good," she purred.
"Because I know you want to watch me, don't you?"
Tom's Adam's apple bobbed again, his eyes glued to the screen. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
Judy's heart pounded in her chest, her body throbbing with desire. She could feel her arousal coating her thighs, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She spread her legs wider, her slit now fully exposed to Tom's gaze as the green vegetable danced around the edges.
"What do you want me to do, Tom?" she asked, her voice a sultry tease.
Tom was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning her body, taking in every curve and dip. "I want to see you please yourself," he finally said, his voice low and dark. "I want to see you use that fucking cucumber to make yourself cum."
Judy's heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with anticipation. She had never done anything like this before, never put on a show, let alone used food to masturbate. But the thought of Tom watching her, of him getting off to the sight of her pleasuring herself, sent a wave of heat coursing through her.
She could feel her pussy pulsing, aching for the cucumber she held in her hand. "Ok, but pull out your cock. I need to see it hard." Judy's voice was a husky whisper, her gaze locked onto Tom's screen as she waited for him to comply.
Tom hesitated for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his pants, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He looked nervous, almost scared, but Judy could see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his arousal.
"Come on, Tom," she urged, her voice laced with desire. "I want to see you. I want to see your cock," Judy insisted, her voice a husky whisper, her gaze locked onto Tom's screen as she waited for him to comply. She wanted to see him, to watch him get off while she pleasured herself.
The anticipation was killing her, her body aching with need.
Finally, Tom's pants were down, his cock springing free. It was thick, hard, and Judy could see the veins pulsing beneath the skin. She licked her lips, her pussy clenching at the sight. "That's what I'm talking about," she purred, her voice thick with lust.
Tom's hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers barely meeting as he gripped himself tight. "Fuck, Judy," he groaned, his voice ragged with need.
"You're making me so hard." He began to stroke himself, his hand moving in steady, firm strokes. "I want to see you use that cucumber, Judy. I want to see you fucking yourself with it."
Judy's breath hitched, her body aching with desire. She had never done anything like this before, but somehow found the courage to perform as if she had done it a million times. The thought of Tom watching her, getting off to the sight of her pleasuring herself, sent a wave of heat crashing through her. She wanted to give him a show he would never forget.
She shifted to bring her knees closer to her chest. Her knees were drawn tightly to her chest, a posture that was both confident and inviting. She made sure he could still see the faint outline of her nipples, a subtle tease that was not lost on him. Her hair, a cascade of dark curls, flowed down her shoulders, framing her face and accentuating the delicate curve of her neck. Her eyes, a deep, smoldering brown, darted seductively between her legs and his gaze, a silent, provocative conversation that spoke volumes about her confidence and her intent.
The cucumber, now slick with her arousal, teased her entrance, the bumps and ridges sending waves of pleasure up the inside of her body. She lifted it up, the cool vegetable brushing against her clit, and felt a jolt of electricity surge through her.
"Fuck, that looks good," Tom groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock. "You're so fucking wet, Judy. I can see your juices coating that cucumber."
Judy bit her lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She loved the way he talked to her, his words dirty and raw.
The thought of Tom's arousal, of his desire for her, sent a thrill coursing through her veins. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his need, and it only served to heighten her own excitement. She held the cucumber in her hand. She brought it to her lips, her eyes locked onto Tom's, a silent invitation. Slowly, she began to lick the length of it, her tongue tracing the curved, firm surface. The sound of her mouth and tongue teasing filled the room, a signal of her desires.
She heard Tom's breath hitch, his fingers fisting the sheets as he began to rub himself, his panting growing louder. The sound of his pleasure spurred her on, and she took a step closer, her body swaying with each deliberate movement. She brought the cucumber deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate its girth. She moaned, enjoying the thought of Tom in her mouth. The sensation of it filling her, of Tom's eyes on her, sent a wave of pleasure crashing over her.
With it fully wet, she slid the cucumber back down, this time not stopping as it met her entrance. She pushed it in slowly, her eyes locked on Tom's screen, watching his reaction as she began to fuck herself with the vegetable.
"Fuck, Judy, that's so fucking hot," Tom groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock.
"You look so fucking good with that cucumber in your pussy."
Judy's breath hitched, her body tingling with pleasure and arousal. She could feel the cucumber filling her, stretching her, the bumps and ridges creating delicious friction. She began to move it in and out, her hips lifting off the counter with each thrust. She looked down, watching the cucumber disappear inside her, her flesh gripping it tightly. The sight was obscene, and it turned her on even more.
"You like that, don't you, Tom?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
"Do you like seeing me fuck myself with this cucumber, Tom? Do you like seeing it stretch my pussy, make me moan?"
Tom groaned, his hand moving even faster on his cock. "Fuck, yes, Judy. I fucking love it. You're so fucking hot, so fucking dirty. I can't believe I'm watching wife fuck herself."
Judy's breath came in ragged gasps, her body on fire with desire. She loved the way Tom talked to her, his words filthy and raw.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body shaking with need. She wanted to come for him, wanted him to see her lose control.
"Yeah, I fucking love it, Tom," she moaned, her voice ragged. "I love feeling this cucumber inside me, stretching me, filling me up. I love feeling dirty and used."
Tom's groans came fast and hard now, his hand a blur on his cock. "Fuck, Judy, you're so fucking tight.
I can see every inch of that cucumber disappearing inside you. It's stretching you, filling you up. Your pussy is gripping it like a vice." Tom's voice was a low, ragged growl, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His hand was moving furiously on his cock, his knuckles white with the effort.
Judy responded to his words, her hips moving faster, slamming the cucumber in and out of her pussy with increasing urgency. "God, Tom, it feels so good. I can feel every ridge, every bump. It's hitting all the right spots. I feel so fucking full, Tom."
She watched Tom on his screen, his eyes glued to her, his jaw clenched tight as he stroked his cock with fierce, desperate strokes. The sight of Tom watching her, seeing him so turned on by her, drove her wild. She wanted him to see how good it felt, how much she was enjoying herself, and she wanted him to come with her. She wanted them to come together, even if it was over the iPad.
"God, Tom, I wish you were here," she moaned, her voice breathy and raw. "I wish you could feel how good this is, how full and stretched I feel. I wish you could taste how sweet my pussy is, Tom." Judy's voice was a breathy moan, her hips moving faster, the cucumber fucking her with increasing urgency.
Tom groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck, Judy. I wish I could too. I wish I could be there, fucking that tight pussy with my cock instead of this fucking cucumber. I wish I could make you come with my tongue, my fingers, my cock."
The explicit words coming from Tom's mouth sent a shockwave of pleasure through Judy's body.
Her pussy clenched around the cucumber, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She loved the way he talked to her, his words filthy and raw, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh, God, Tom," she moaned, her voice ragged with desire. "I wish your cock was inside me right now. I wish I could feel you stretching me, filling me up. I wish I could feel your hands on me, your tongue licking my clit. Oh, God, I'm so close, Tom.
I need to cum. Please, tell me what you want me to do. Tell me how to make you cum." Her voice was ragged, desperate, pleading. The cucumber was sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy, the wet sounds filling the kitchen. Her moans and gasps were almost a match for Tom's heavy breathing on the other end of the line.
Tom's voice was hoarse, guttural. "I want you to cum. I want to see you cum all over that fucking cucumber.
"I want to see you fucking drench it with your juices. I want to hear you scream my name as you come all over it. Can you do that for me, Judy? Can you make yourself cum all over that fucking cucumber?"
Tom's voice was raw, his words laced with desperation and need. The filthy talk sent a bolt of pleasure straight to Judy's core, her body tingling with anticipation. She loved the way he talked to her, his words dirty and raw, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Yes," she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"I'll make myself come for you, Tom. I'll fuck this cucumber until I scream your name."
She increased the tempo of her thrusts, slamming the cucumber deep inside her with each stroke. The bumpy texture of the vegetable scraped against her sensitive walls, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel her climax building, her body shaking with need.
"That's it, Judy," Tom panted, his voice a low growl. "Fuck that cucumber. Make yourself cum. I want to see your juices drip down your thighs. I want to hear you moan my name."
Judy's body shook with anticipation. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing and released in waves of pleasure. She began to slam the cucumber in and out of her pussy, her hips moving so fast they were a blur. The cold vegetable now slick with her arousal, sent jolts of pleasure through her body with each thrust.
"Oh God, Tom. Your cock is so big, so thick." Judy's voice was a gasp, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
The cucumber's bumpy texture rubbed against her g-spot with each thrust, and she could feel her orgasm building like a volcano ready to erupt.
"Fuck, Tom," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, her body convulsing with pleasure. "I'm so close. I can't... I can't hold back."
"Don't, Judy," Tom groaned, his voice strained with effort. "Let go. Cum for me, Judy," Tom urged, his voice a ragged growl. "Let me hear you scream my fucking name."
Judy felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, her body tensing and releasing in waves of pleasure that were building higher and higher. She could feel the cucumber filling her, stretching her, the bumps and ridges sending electric shocks through her entire body. She slammed the cucumber in and out of her pussy, her hips moving so fast they were a blur.
"Oh fuck, Tom," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm... I'm coming...
Oh fuck, cumming..." She screamed as she felt her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy clenching and gripping the cucumber tightly. She cried out Tom's name, her voice hoarse and raw with pleasure. "Tom! Oh fuck, Tom! I'm cumming!"
Tom let out a primal groan as he watched Judy come undone on his screen. The sight of her, wild and uninhibited, was too much for him. He stroked his cock harder, his hand a blur as he chased his own release.
"That's it, Judy. Fuck that cucumber. Make yourself cum on it." He watched as she let out a scream of pleasure, her body shaking as she came hard on the vegetable.
The sight sent him over the edge. "Fuck, Judy!" he yelled, his cock throbbing in his hand as he came, hot streams of cum spurting out onto his stomach and hand. He panted, trying to catch his breath as he watched Judy ride out her orgasm, her body convulsing with aftershocks.
Judy's breath came in ragged gasps as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Tom on the screen.
He was still panting, his chest heaving with exertion, his cock still semi-hard in his hand. The sight of him, watching her with that raw, primal look in his eyes, sent a fresh surge of heat through her. She was still impaled on the cucumber, her pussy pulsing around it as she came down from her intense orgasm.
"Fuck, Tom," she said, her voice hoarse and raw. "That was... that was fucking incredible."
Tom's eyes met hers, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You were fucking incredible, Judy," he said, his voice low and raspy.
She slowly pulled the wet cucumber out. The sight was seductive and Tom gasped, "God, your making me hard again. I wish I could taste you right now."
"Ok, horny boy. Go to bed now and save your energy for when you get back. I am expecting some deep tongue action." Tom's eyes widened as he processed her words. He knew she was serious, and the thought of tasting her like that sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock. "Fuck, Judy," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "You're fucking insane."
Judy smirked, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a touch of mischief. "Maybe," she said, her voice a low purr.
"Good night Judy, I needed that."
"Me too Tom! See you soon."