Chapter 2: Building Tension
Mary's eyes gleamed with challenge as she stared into Ken's blues, her hand resting possessively on her swollen, dilated pussy. The faint scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a tantalizing reminder of the illicit activities they had engaged in thus far.
"Are you prepared for what comes next?" she murmured, the husk in her voice unmistakable.
Ken gulped, trying to ignore the tendrils of apprehension that tickled his insides.
"Wha-what's next?" he stammered, his weakened defenses making it impossible to mask his worry. "you'll see in the next few days," Mary replied, "now let's go to sleep."
They nestled under the plush bedsheets, the intimacy between them reminiscent of the passionate lovers they once were. The exhaustion of their crazy adventure in Rome finally caught up with them, and they lulled into an exhausted slumber.
Bright and early the next day, Mary woke with renewed purpose. Her eyes fluttered open, greeted by the decadent view of Italy's ancient city lights. She glanced over to see Ken, sleeping peacefully, oblivious to her devious intentions.
She couldn't help but smirk as she studied his well-defined physique, his powerful arms acting as a barrier between her and his defenceless manhood, safely tucked away in its chastity device.
Mary felt a sudden jolt of raw energy surge through her veins at the thought of what was to come. Being the adventurous soul that she was, she meticulously devised a kinky plan that would push Ken to his very limits.
Her index finger gently traced the contours of his jawline, waking him from his peaceful slumber. His eyes blinked open in confusion, trying to focus on her face hovering just above his own.
"Rise and shine, darling," Mary whispered in his ear, her warm breath making him shiver.
"What do you have planned for today, my love?" Ken asked, still groggy from sleep. Mary's eyes gleamed with devious intent. "I thought we could try something new," she said coyly.
There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, and Ken's curiosity was piqued. "New?" he asked, sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Yes," Mary replied, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"I'd like to try something that pushes our boundaries, something to make our lovemaking even more intense and liberating."
Ken's breath hitched at her words, and his eyes darkened with curiosity and hunger. "Like what?" he asked, unable to mask the excitement in his voice.
Mary's grin widened, and her eyes sparked with an adventurous spirit. "Well, I was thinking of trying something that's always been a secret fantasy of mine," she confessed.
" What kind of fantasy?" Ken asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Mary hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed pink as she gathered her thoughts. Finally, she spoke. "try filling my pussy with your fingers, let's see how many go in".
Before Ken could react, she took his hand and guided it down to her pussy, already wet and eager. Without hesitation, Mary pushed his index and middle fingers inside her, eliciting intense feelings of pleasure as she took in every inch of them.
"Mary, you're so loose," Ken said, marveling at his wife's slick depths, so different from the soft confines of her delicate cunt.
"then add another finger" she encouraged.
Ken's pinky and ring finger joined the other two as he plunged deeper inside her.
Mary's slick walls greedily stretched to accommodate his digits, fingers sinking deeper within her.
"Ah, yes," she moaned, throwing her head back, her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders.
As if her heavenly moans had unleashed a beast, Ken added his thumb, his five fingers stretching her beyond her wildest dreams.
"How does it feel, Mary?" Ken muttered, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Fisting her ready cunt was a new challenge, but one he was happy to undertake.
"Goddamn, you're so fucking wet," Ken growled, relishing the way Mary's pussy so easily welcomed each new digit.
"She nodded eagerly, tossing her hair aside to reveal her flushed cheeks. "Fill me up," she panted, as he worked the five fingers deeper into her.
In and out, he thrust his spread hand, reveling in the ever-tightening depths of her cunt.
Ken could not believe his eyes, he was fucking his wife with his fist.
His hand pistoned in and out of her cunt, stretching her beyond measure. The soft fleshy walls eagerly yielded to accommodate the girth of his hand, their mouthwatering sounds of suction and slick friction resonated in the room. Her gaped pussy looked as if it was swallowing his entire hand, her labia gripping his wrist, the sight unbelievably arousing.
"You like that, don't you?" he panted, sweat trickling down his forehead.
"So fucking much."
Mary's legs trembled with pleasure. She reached down, urging him to go faster. Ken's heart quickened at her touch. Her eyes bored into his, hungry and insatiable. He obliged her request, picking up the pace, watching as his wife's body responded to his raw touch.
Ken began to imagine that he was fucking his wife with his cock instead of his hand and began to ram it hard.
Faster and harder he went, listening to Mary's moans and sighs of ecstasy. She held onto the headboard, fingers digging into the wood as if she was dangling on a cliff, about to fall to her death. Her head was thrown back, mouth open and screaming in pure pleasure.
"Oh God, Ken, oh god!" She cried as Ken's fist plunged deep inside her, hitting the sweetest spots, his thumb massaging her clit in slow circular motions.
Ken began to lose control so badly that he started to cum spraying from his chastity cage.
Pulse after pulse of viscous liquid splattered everywhere. "Fuuuck, I'm coming without even touching myself!" he howled, every muscle in his body tensing with uncontrollable pleasure.
Mary's eyes gleamed with pure satisfaction as she watched her husband's face contort in pure ecstasy. She stroked the inside of her thighs with trembling fingers, keeping a close eye on the monstrous thing she had created, a pussy destroyed and permanently dilated.
"Goddamnit, Mary," Ken muttered, "I didn't think I could cum so well with my dick limp and stuck."
Mary, however, was completely fixated on her own sensations. Both the fisting itself and watching her husband cum while he fisted her had triggered a powerful orgasm in her.
By now the games were set, for months Mary had orgasms while her husband fisted her. While Ken would cum while he was fucking her or from prostate stimulation. For months this was their sexual routine and Mary's pussy became wider and larger and ruined.