My Alone Time - Sex Stories

My Alone Time

My husband and I have been married for six years. In those six years he hasn't given me one single orgasm. He doesn't know this, of course, because to fuel his ego I have faked many of them. It's not his fault and I don't hold a grudge against him, it's just he is too gentle and loving to ever get me off. I know most women would kill for a guy like that, but I need more. Luckily for me he works away from home a lot so that has given me plenty of opportunity to fabricate my own devices to aid me. My most favorite toy started off life as a nine inch strap-on. The do it yourself theme bored me though, so I modified it and now it straps to my favorite chair. Instead of having to push it in and out, all I have to do is mount it. I have had hundreds of orgasms thanks to this device, I honestly don't know how I'd live without it. A few weeks ago my husband allowed his younger brother to come and stay with us. He is twenty-two and after splitting up with his girlfriend he needed somewhere to stay. I didn't mind, he was never in the way and being quite shy, very rarely spoke. Sometimes I forgot he was there completely. It was a Friday morning when my husband informed me he had to go away for the weekend. I was quite glad, he hadn't been away for a while and I was dying for a proper orgasm. I asked him what his brother was up to that weekend and he told me he was going camping with his mates. I kissed him at the door and we made plans for when he got back. I was overjoyed to have the ...

... house to myself and got on with my day. I went to work and was home by six. The house was dark and without turning any other light on I went to my bedroom. My excitement was building as I got my toy out from the cupboard and strapped it to the chair. I was already so wet. I peeled my clothing off and looked at myself in the mirror. My figure is nice, with my tiny waist and huge tits. I've never failed to gain the attention of men with it. But right now all I cared about was my attention. I ran my hands over my body, stopping to squeeze my nipples. I pinched them hard until it was more pain than pleasure. My pussy pulsed in anticipation for what was about to happen. I ran one hand down and stroked it. Finding my clit I pinched it just as hard as I had my nipples and my juices began to run down my leg. Thrusting two fingers in I finger fucked myself until I thought I was ready. Then making my way over to the chair I knelt on it and hovered over the erect dildo. As the dildo slid in I exhaled deeply. I began slowly, teasing myself. Soon I was overcome with excitement that I began to slam down on it. As it thrust into me my moans of pleasure got louder. The louder I got the harder I slammed down on it. Pinching my clit I orgasmed hard. It rushed out of me like a tsunami, leaving me feeling used and fulfilled. As I sat back and left the dildo inside me I happen to glance at the mirror. There, standing watching me from the doorway was my husbands brother; dick in hand, stroking it. ...