The Letter - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Letter - Part 3

... watched Jess lay back on the pillows and demonstrate, most graphically, how to use the larger end of the dildo. I watched her deftly insert the huge purple penis into her dripping hole, pushing it deep inside before withdrawing it slowly and repeating the process. She thrust her penis in and out moaning and writhing. I should have found her display erotic. I should have felt my cum cascade out of me as I was treated to the sight of Jess bringing herself to orgasm. That, however, was not what happened. In my heightened state of arousal I had no control over my emotions and the one that took possession of me wasn’t passion, lust, or even excitement. As I watched my wife fucking herself with that eight inch rubber dildo I felt an overwhelming sense of insecurity, so much so that my previously rock hard penis began to wilt and the orgasm I’d expected to enjoy at any second, retreated. I was jealous! Jealous of a piece of moulded purple rubber! What?! Okay, perhaps I was being a bit hard on myself - it wasn’t actually the object I was envious of, I liked the dildo and all it could offer. My jealousy was triggered by the way Jess was using it. I felt redundant. Admittedly, Jess had stated that she wanted to use the dildo on me but she appeared to be perfectly happy to satiate her lust without my assistance. I began to wallow in doubts and self-pity. How could I compete with that permanently erect eight inch love dart? It was stupid, I was being ridiculous, but that’s how I felt ...

... and my fragile libido shrivelled. It was probably a good thing that Jess’s keys rattled in the door at that precise moment. I didn’t turn around as she walked in, didn’t greet her as her heels clicked across the kitchen towards me, nor did I simper affectionately when her soft hands reached around my shoulders and her long chestnut hair caressed my cheek. “You found it then,” she cooed, unaware of my mood. “Well?” I turned towards her and watched Jess’s smile fade. “Rob? What’s wrong?” Her eyes dropped to my open fly and the now drooping penis still clamped in my right hand. A smile crinkled the corners of her mouth and she let out a roguish titter. “Did you shoot your load and make a mess of your computer already? Naughty boy!” “No Jess,” I replied, shaking my head slightly. “Not this time.” I searched for the right words to say to my beautiful wife, words to express how I felt without offending her. It was hard. It felt foolish to be threatened by a rubber toy, especially as its primary purpose was for Jess to use it on me, an idea I loved. So this jealousy, this feeling that I wasn’t needed, was irrational, right? Yet it stuck in my head refusing to budge. “Rob?” I took a deep breath, “do you love me Jess?” “Love you? Of course I love you.” Jess frowned, “what’s going on?” “I don’t know. It’s this I suppose.” I gestured towards the lap-top where on-screen Jess was now panting with exhaustion having brought herself to a second bone shattering orgasm with the aid of my rubber ...