“More,” she said with a smile.

Her husband continued pouring cream into her coffee.

“More,” she said again, not even noticing the strange look that he shot her.

“Say when,” he said.

“Please,” she replied instead. “More...”

“More,” she grunted. “Please. Please ... I need more.”

Her husband tilted his head to the side.

“You mean ... harder?”

“Yesss,” she moaned. “Harder. Faster. More.”

“Okay,” he replied, and resumed thrusting, as hard as he could.

The next morning, Gia was all smiles.

“Last night was amazing,” she whispered in her husband’s ear. He grinned back at her.

“Shush,” he said, glancing at their teenage daughter. “You don’t want Alice to hear, do you?”

“Maybe I do,” she whispered, gently biting his ear.

“More pancakes?”

“Yes,” she said desperately. “More. Please!”

The two of them continued to exchange flirty glances all throughout breakfast.

That night, Philip was surprised when his wife jumped him again.

“I want you,” she groaned. “I need you. Please...”

“Of course,” he said, reaching down to find that she was soaking wet.

“More,” she muttered a few minutes later, as he slowly entered her. “Please, Phil ... I need more.”

“Of course,” he said, pounding into her roughly.

“More,” she moaned again.

“You like this?” he asked, louder than he intended.

“Yes,” she begged. “It’s so good. Please. I just ... I just...”

“God you’re tight,” he grunted.

“I need more.”

At his wife’s pleading words, Philip unloaded inside her. A few minutes later, he was laying next to her.

“You didn’t get there, did you?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, and he interrupted.

“Don’t be ridiculous. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just...”

Propping himself up on one elbow, Philip looked at his wife.

“Honey, we’ve been doing this for more than twenty years now. You’ve never had any trouble getting there in the past. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she repeated.

Philip yawned.

“Is it the new boss?”

“Bosses,” she corrected. “There’s three of them, remember?”

“Oh yeah. Isn’t that a little weird?”

“A little,” she agreed.

Philip yawned again.

“Honey,” she said kindly, “you should go to sleep.”

“You sure? I don’t mind working on you until ... you know.”

“No, it’s fine. Just get some rest, okay?”

The next night, Philip was surprised to find his wife waiting at the door.

“I need you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. He looked around.

“Where’s Alice?”

“She’s got volleyball practice until late. We have the house all to ourselves...”

Within five minutes, Philip was slowly pumping in and out of his wife.

“More,” she begged.

He smiled, and started slamming into her faster.

“More!” she insisted, and he sped up.

“More,” she pleaded, and a strange feeling crept over his body.

“Honey?”

“I need you,” she said urgently. “Please, Philip. I need it. I need... more.”

“More what?”

“More you. Please!”

“I don’t know how to... -”

“Put a finger in me.”

“What?”

“In my ass. Please. Please, Philip. Finger my ass.”

To her husband’s great surprise, her ass - an area she’d insisted he never approach - readily accommodated one of his fingers.

As soon as his slick digit entered her, she began clenching around him, again and again.

“Oh god, yes! Yes! Please, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes!!“

For the next few days, the pattern repeated itself. At the first opportunity, Gia would find her husband, would get him hard, and would begin to cum as soon as his finger entered her waiting ass.

On Friday, however, she came home late. Late, and in a terrible mood.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Philip asked as she slammed the front door behind her.

“It’s my damn bosses,” Gia replied, throwing her bag on the couch. “They’ve asked me to come in both days this weekend.”

“What? That’s completely unreasonable.”

“No,” she said, with a roll of her eyes. “The new project completes in a month.”

“But didn’t you just finish the most recent launch?”

“I guess that’s why they were brought on; to get us there faster and more often.”

“Still...”

She sighed. He moved behind her, and began rubbing her back.

“Yesss,” she moaned, and he felt his erection growing in his pants. “Just like that...”

For the next few minutes, the sound of Gia’s soft moans of pleasure filled the room.

“More,” she sighed. “More...”

“As you wish,” he said with a grin.

“Oh!”

Philip’s wife turned around, her eyes glittering with excitement.

“What?”

“I got something!”

“What did you get?”

Gia looked around furtively.

“Where’s Alice?”

“Her boyfriend’s house, I think. Dinner with his parents. She promised she’d be back by ten.”

“Perfect,” Gia beamed, and pulled her husband to the bedroom.

Only when he was nude did she pull out her new purchase: a small black rubber dick with a flared base.

“Uh...”

“I want you to use it on me,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “While you fuck me.”

“Really?”

Gia had never owned so much as a bullet vibrator before.

“Really.” she insisted. “Please?”

As Philip slid into his wife, he mirrored his motion with the toy. Gia groaned so loudly he was worried the neighbors would hear.

“God yes,” she moaned, wriggling her hips as her husband and the toy both fucked her at once. “God yes.”

“You like that, honey?”

“I love it,” she moaned. “More. Please, honey... more.”

With a cocky grin, Philip sped up slightly. They’d been having so much sex lately, he was lasting longer than ever before - which was good, because all his wife ever wanted was more.

On Sunday, after dropping his daughter off to the skate park, Philip decided to call his wife.

“That’d be great,” she said. “Oh honey, you’re such a sweetheart.”

“If you’re going to be working all weekend, I figure I can at least grab you some lunch. Will one be enough?”

“More,” she said.

“Two?”

“More.”

He laughed.

“Fine then! Three. But that’s all you’re getting.”

“You’re amazing. I’ll be sure to reward you for it tonight,” she said in a low, throaty voice.

Philip smiled.

After delivering three of his wife’s favorite sandwiches to her office, he was surprised to run into two huge, identical-looking black men in the corridor.

“Uh, excuse me.”

They smiled at him, and let him pass.

He brought it up the next morning at breakfast.

“Oh yeah, that’s Rickard and Marquis. They’re two of the new guys.”

“They ... they look quite similar, don’t they?”

“God, Philip, seriously? Just because they’re black?”

Philip spluttered on the cup of coffee he was drinking.

“No! They just ... they...”

Gia laughed.

“Honey, I’m teasing. Of course they look identical - they’re triplets.”

“What?”

“Yeah, my new bosses are triplets.”

“How did you never mention that?”

“I guess I forgot.”

“That’s so- ... hang on, if there’s three of them, how do you know it was Richard... -”

“-Rickard-”

“ ... and Marcus.”

“Marquis.”

“Right.”

“Because Darnell wasn’t in that day. He was in New Hampshire, overseeing the new plant.”

“Ah. Right.”

“They work me pretty hard, but they’re not too bad, all things considered.”

“It’s so weird.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Is there any more bacon?”

“Mom, you’ve already had half a pig.”

“More!” Gia begged, and Philip laughed and gave it to her.

Alice tossed her hair back, and glanced around the room nervously.

“Hey, can ... can Joel stay over tonight?”

Gia and Philip shot each other a worried look.

“Of course not,” Gia said immediately. “Honey, you’re ... you’re far too young to have boys over for the night.”

“Mom,” Alice said angrily. “I’m seventeen. God, you were only two years older than me when you married Dad!”

“And I regret it every day,” Gia said, trying to lighten the mood.

Alice just rolled her eyes.

“Your mother’s right,” Philip said firmly. “No boys until you finish high-school.”

“You two are the worst, “ Alice replied, and aside from Gia’s requests for more, the rest of breakfast was eaten in silence.

“Do you think we were too harsh?” Philip asked, after their daughter sulked out of the room.

“No,” Gia responded. “If anything, we should have done more.”

“She’s growing up so fast,” Philip said wistfully.

Gia’s face lit up.

“I know what will make you feel better...”

“What?”

“I got something. Ordered it in the mail.”

The corner of Philip’s mouth turned up slightly. Whatever had gotten into his wife lately ... he was rather enjoying it.

“What is it?”

“I can show you now, but I’ll be late for work.”

“Show me now,” Philip said, but his wife shook her head mischievously.

“Tonight.”

Gia’s voice was muffled by her new toy, but Philip knew what she was saying. “More!”

Again and again, no matter how hard he fucked her.

“More! More. More...”

He’d never even heard of dildo gags, but Gia was shuddering in orgasm as she wore it. With one hand, he held her steady. With the other, he slowly pushed the black toy in and out of her ass as he fucked her.

His wife was being taken in all three holes at once - ‘airtight’, he’d heard this referred to as - and she was loving it. She seemed to be cumming every time he thrust into her.

“Mmmph,” she begged. “Mmmph!”

The sound of her desperate pleading had become a sort of Pavlovian turn-on, and Philip found himself tensing up in orgasm. Gia moaned loudly into the toy - a long, satisfied groan - as he pumped his seed into her.

As he removed the gag, she looked so grateful.

“Honey,” she whimpered happily. “You were amazing.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said with a smile.

“Want some more?”

His eyebrows shot up.

“Honey, I love you, but ... even I have my limits.”

“Of course,” she murmured happily. “God that was good...”

The two of them lay cuddling for a few minutes, until they gently drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Gia woke her husband up with a blowjob. As he got hard in her mouth, he groggily opened his eyes to see she had one hand between her legs, and the other slowly pushing the black toy with the flared base in and out of her ass.

“Mmmph,” she mumbled into his cock, her eyes looking up at him with need.

“More,” he whispered back with a smile. “I know, honey. More...”

“You have to work again this weekend?”

“Yeah,” Gia said, slumping onto the bed. “God, I wish I didn’t.”

“These three new fellows...”

“My bosses?”

“Yeah. I really think they’re asking too much.”

“They’re relentless,” Gia sighed. “They’re always asking for more. More, more, more...”

Just the word was enough to stir Philip’s cock into action.

“Where’s Alice?”

“Asleep,” Gia said with a smile. “Are you asking for a particular reason?”

“Yeah,” Philip said, his mouth suddenly dry. “I...”

Gia had already reached underneath the bed, where they kept the toys. She turned back to her husband.

“What?” she asked, gently.

He shot her a shy grin.

“I ... I want to be the black toy tonight.”

Gia’s eyebrows shot up.

“You want to...”

“Yeah,” he said. “I mean, if you want to.”

Gia smiled warmly.

“I’d love to.”

As Philip slowly sunk his cock into his wife’s ass, she moaned with pleasure.

“Yes,” she said - they’d agreed not to use the gag, in case anything went wrong. It was the first time for both of them. “Oh god, Philip, yes.”

“You like that?” he asked.

“I love it. Oh god, why didn’t we do this before?”

You tell me, Philip thought. He pushed forward.

“You like that?”

“Oh god, Philip, yes. You feel so big...”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Oh honey, yes.”

“More?”

“More,” Gia panted. “Yes, please. More, honey. As much as you can give me...”

“More?”

“More. Please, honey. More...”

Philip had never been intimidated by an inanimate object before, and he refused to start now.

But as he stared at it, he couldn’t help but wonder ... did it need to be that big?

“Do you like it?” Gia asked, her eyes shining with pleasure.

“Uh...”

“Oh I know,” she said, reaching out and stroking his cheek. “But I couldn’t use the little toy.”

“Yeah, but...”

“It’s nothing compared to you,” she whispered.

“Honey, it’s twice the size of me.”