As my wife rattles off the list of errands she has to run – she implies something clearly. She’s giving me a three hour window.

About a year ago, I came clean about my collection of anal toys that I keep in a pillow case at the bottom of my laundry basket. A large collection of Mr. Hankey dildos, some modeled after the cocks of actual porn stars – and some from their “fantasy” line of dragons, sea monsters, and demons. Despite her initial discomfort, she allowed me to work some of these dildos and plugs into our very irregular sexual routine. This allowed her to accommodate me without being penetrated herself, since menopause had turned sex into a painful activity.

But I still had one big secret left, that I felt was a bridge too far to share. During a prolonged dry spell the previous summer, I had squirreled away enough secret cash in my PayPal account to purchase a Hismith fucking machine. I rarely got to use it, since I was never in the house alone, but on those rare occasions when it did come out, I learned how to relax into the machine’s relentless fucking. Accompanied by a little weed and poppers, I could ride that thing for hours, face up or down, enjoying countless anal and prostate orgasms before finally spurting cum all over my body.

One night, emboldened by a couple of cocktails, as we were lying in bed, I finally confessed – and her reaction was not a positive one. I spent the next day in a state of dread and horror – wondering if this lapse in judgement was going to cost me my marriage.

But later that night, as we crawled into bed, she asked to see it. To watch me get fucked by it. I spent five minutes wondering if it was a trap before fetching the case from the garage and assembling the machine. She looked on as I attached a slim six inch dildo to it and got in position, sliding my lubed ass down on it to let the silicone balls rest against my taint.

The Hismith runs off a phone app where you can access preset routines programmed by other users, but it also comes with a handheld control to dial the intensity up or down. I handed this to her – and she dialed it up to the lowest setting – one out of a hundred.

The rubber cock slowly moved in and out of me, my prostate immediately responding to the repeated pressure.

“How’s that?” She asked timidly.

“You can go faster.” And she turned the dial up to four. Still the speed was more of a tease than anything else. She stared into my vacant face as the sensation of being fucked began to build. She scooted down the bed, putting herself into a position to watch the cock piston in and out of my asshole. For a second it looked like she was going to get up and leave – but then she surprised me by taking my cock into her hot, wet mouth.

It was an overwhelming sensation, probably the closest I’ll ever be to experiencing a threesome. She gripped my dick in her tight fist. Pulling the skin taut as she tongued my piss slit. It was almost too much. As my cock convulsed, a trickle of pre-cum oozed down my shaft. She made her tongue flat, starting at the base and dragged it up to my frenulum. As I moaned, she moved back up the bed, settling in to blow hot breath in my ear as she pulled and pinched my sensitive nipples. I felt my prostate swell as she dialed the machine up to ten.

“Is that too much?”

“No, I can take a lot more.” She didn’t get the hint, only bumping it another couple points, but it was still enough. I frantically jacked off, forcing a massive spray of cum out of my dick, shooting up my chest and neck.

I quickly reached down and shut the machine off. Leaving us in silence. Usually when she helps me cum, she finishes herself, frigging her clit while pulling one of her heavy breasts close enough to her mouth to tease her own nipple with her tongue. This time she just sat in silence, taking it in. Immediately, I doubted whether I had made the right choice in sharing my perversion with her.

I slid off the cock and quickly cleaned up and put the machine away. Sliding back under the covers to face the consequences of my decision. Finally she spoke:

“I feel bad that I can’t give you what you need.”

“Hey, hey, hey, this isn’t about you. Prostate stimulation just feels really amazing. If you tell me you’re repulsed by this, we never need to bring it up or use it ever again. You’re all that’s important to me. And if I just grossed you out, you need to tell me.”

“I don’t know. Let me think about it.”

Since that night, we have never used the machine together again, but she knows that I still use it when she’s out of town, or if she leaves me a window in the house alone. We refer to it as “The Appliance.”

Today was one of those days. Before leaving she rattled off her itinerary, being very specific about the window of time I had.

Within fifteen minutes of her leaving the house, I had my ass cleaned out, my cock caged, and the machine assembled and ready on the bedroom floor. I had recently ordered a new attachment off of Amazon, an eight-inch rigid steel rod with beads of varied sizes up and down the shaft. I used a small paintbrush to slather its length with X-Lube and slowly slid myself down its length. Giving it a minute before switching the machine on.

I had forgotten that the last time I used “The Appliance,” I had left the stroke length on its deepest setting, so the first long, deep dicking took my breath away. I let it hammer away at me for a good minute before I had to pause. It was too much – but that didn’t stop me from opening up the phone app and making a selection from “MODE SETTINGS” called “4 Load Gangbang”.

Immediately, the rod pistoned in and out of my ass, simulating the first of four cocks. I took a sniff of my Double Scorpion poppers and did my best to relax into the sensation as it picked up speed. My dick twitched in its cobra cage – trying in vain to fill with blood, but only managing to leak pre-cum onto my heavy balls.

The sequence sped up, simulating the sense that my first anonymous cock was racing towards an orgasm. Small squeals escaped from my mouth, gritting my teeth as I started hissing “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me harder!”

The sequence slowed, simulating the last thrusts after orgasm, before pausing and being “replaced” by a second dick. The sequence repeated itself, building to a crescendo – as I felt a dry anal orgasm building. My whole body started to shake, my hole clenching around the metal rod, escalating the sensation of each rounded orb shafting my prostate. As the second cycle ended, I had to pause the routine. I realized I was filling the empty house with actual screams of bliss.

I cycled through several other routines, before deciding to switch out the attachment for the six inch cock. I am always surprised that a toy so comparatively small can work me over so well, but the results are hard to argue with. I adjusted the stroke length by about a quarter and eased down onto it. Flexing my asshole to clench down on the toy.

For the next hour, I let the machine fuck my hole. Tensing and relaxing as squirts of pre-cum, diluted by what could only be piss, trickled down onto the towel beneath me. Finally I forced my hole to relax completely as I gripped my legs under my knees lifting them to open myself completely. My body immediately shaking with a prostate orgasm that almost made me cum hands free.

I gave up all pretext of decorum, shouting “FUCK MY CUNT WITH THAT MASSIVE COCK. CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY!” The sense of transgression ratcheting up the sensation even more – until I finally had to pause the machine and slide off the cock. My body continuing to quake as the equally powerful sensation of emptiness convulsed my body.

I dug into my pillowcase and pulled out my favorite dildo – a life size cast of porn star Jack Hunter. Switching out the hardware with a spring head that allowed the weight of the rubber dong to move more like it’s attached to an actual body. I hit the poppers again and fucked down onto it. All eight inches of length and six and three quarters of circumference stretching me wide. After letting it sit unmoving in my rectum for a moment – I selected a routine on the app called “Punch My Asshole”.

It didn’t start slow. Immediately ramming into my pulsing man cunt. And building. And building.

“OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK! MAKE MY ASS CUM! RAPE ME WITH THAT COCK!”

I have never said anything like this ever before in my life – but clearly I was in a place where “The Appliance” was taking me to unforeseen places. I gripped the poppers under my nostril and huffed deep, feeling the sensation of my asshole opening up further, giving itself to the hefty rubber penis.

My whole body twitched. My eyes rolling back into my head as I took the pounding with stabs of pleasure bombarding my guts. Unconsciously bouncing up and down as I fucked back on to it, finding my inner power bottom. Again, I felt a prostate orgasm taking me over. My caged cock flexing and pushing back against the molded plastic.

And finally I couldn’t take it anymore. Hitting pause. The cock freezing inside me. I took a few minutes to gather myself, my asshole fluttering as I looked for something new on the phone app.

There is a group play setting that enables the “host” to control the machines of anyone else joining the party. Every time I have ever tried to log on, there is no one hosting. Out of curiosity, I hit the plus sign, opening up a hosting window. And after thirty seconds – another user joined me with a “hi” in the chat window.

What the hell, I figured, so I started up the custom cycle. Swiping up on the screen to increase the thrust speed. And suddenly, the other user’s voice came out of my phone as they activated their microphone.

“FUCK ME WITH THAT TEN INCH COCK!” I froze, spooked, despite the female avatar, the voice was low and male and mid-fuck.

I probably would have stopped immediately if the cock moving in and out of my hole wasn’t blasting my inhibitions to dust. Common sense was out the window as something sparked in me. I turned on my mic. We were both actively bottoming – so this would require some role play:

“Listen to me for a second. Remember those hot twins we met when we were out at the club?”

There was a pause. He was either going to go for it – or log off immediately.

“Yes.”

I closed my eyes. Sinking into fantasy. We were on a king bed together. Kneeling on our knees in skimpy pink matching C-in2 jockstraps. I reached over and drug my tongue across his pierced nipple.

“Did you see the bulges they had? They’re coming over to fuck us in an hour, so we need to get our holes ready.”

“Uh…” I heard his tone shift as he fell into the imagery I was painting.

“So, Let’s take this two foot double dildo and fuck ourselves on it.”

There was a long pause. I swiped up the tempo. The moan on the other end assured me he was on board.

In my mind’s eye, we lay back on our backs. Scooting towards each other to allow the thick, veiny dildo to bury itself in both directions as our legs entwined.

“Slide allll the way down on it. FEEL IT IN YOUR GUTS”

“OH FUCK”

I dragged a finger across the screen. Picking up the tempo. Feeling the balls on the real dildo slapping against my own.

“Push down on it all the way. Until our fucking pussies are pressed right up against each other. Feel my hairy ass pressing up against you.”

The sensations were so strong that I could imagine the pressure as he pushed his own hairless bubble butt up against me. Only a single inch of play between us as we each rocked back and forth. The bulbous head stretching past the curve in my rectum and straightening my sigmoid colon to plow deeper into my ass.

He went silent for a moment – long enough to make me wonder if my scenario had weirded him out too much. But then —

“IT’S SO FUCKING DEEP. I CAN’T BELIEVE I CAN TAKE IT ALL!”

“I’m going to fuck it even deeper into you. Then FUCK BACK INTO ME.”

I checked the speed. Forty. I bumped it another five points. The dildo hammering my guts.

“Uh…OH… Put your leg over mine. Like that.”

In my mind, he lifted his left leg, allowing me to weave my right leg under it. With a slight sideways shift, our holes were scissored against each other. Each of us taking a foot of synthetic cock, while our hands pulled each other tighter in place.

In both the vision and reality, I started actively fucking back with my hips. Upping the speed to fifty. The Hismith engine starting to whine and buck. Taking no mercy on my dilated hole.

He started to moan. Struggling to find the words.

“LOOK AT MY STOMACH. SEE IT FUCKING IN AND OUT OF MEEEE!”

In my imagination, I reached down ann stretched the hem of his jockstrap, grabbing his Prince Albert piercing and guiding it out into the air. His head was slick and shiny with pre-cum and I jacked him enough to make him clench. A fresh squirt leaking down onto my fingers.

I ran my tongue over my knuckles. Tasting his salty sweet juices.

Fuck that image was hot. I upped the speed again. Adjusting my position just a little so I could feel every inch of Jack Hunter’s girth sawing back and forth against my prostate.

In my imagination, I slowly sat up. The rubber cock bending between us as I shifted to straddle him in a cowgirl position – while he remained on his back in missionary. I stretched the waistband of the jockstrap, pulling it down to rest under my balls.

I worked up a mouthful of spit. Drooling down my chin to land on my engorged cock head – as I rode him. Using my weight to drive the double cock deeper into both of us.

I could feel it building. A warmth in my balls and a lightning shock of connection between my prostate and my caged dick.

“When they get here. I want them to fuck us side-by-side. Ramming those big twink cocks up our cunts while we squeeze each other’s hands.”

He let out a long moan in response.

“OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK, I’m SO CLOOOOOOOOSE!”

I felt my dick growning hard despite the cage. The pressure squeezing tight like exquisite torture.

And then he let go. His orgasm overtaking him with gasping, short sobs of breath.

Hearing his orgasm hit, my cock gave one last big flex against the cage as a hands-free orgasm hit me like a tsunami. I dropped my phone as the the sissy-gasm shook my body. A torrent of cum spilling down over my balls and thighs as the machine continued to pound my ass.

I didn’t even get to post-nut — the mid-nut clarity was immediate. What the fuck was I doing? This felt like too much. Like I was breaking an unspoken boundary of my wife’s tolerance.

I scrambled for the phone as both of our loud orgasms crescendoed. My whole body convulsing as I listened to my anonymous partner fall off the cliff of his own orgasm.

My hand found the phone – and I quickly closed the app. The machine going still with all eight inches of thick cock deep inside me. My ass clenching against it as squirt after squirt of thick milky cum forced its way out of my constricted piss hole to trickle through the plastic cage.

I lay there in shock. Shaken by just how much I crossed the line.

Then another wave of convulsions – an orgasmic aftershock – traveled through my body.

Where do I go from here?