Her Inner Voice
chap2
Anne arrived home She set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.
The huge metal buttplug waited inside one of the bags.
Out of curiosity, She carried and held it in both hands. It felt heavier than it had in the store.
Why did I even buy this thing? she thought. I never do stuff like this.
But her inner voice answered almost immediately.
It was just a silly impulse. Maybe trying it once in private would help make things exciting again. Nathan doesn’t need to know. It’ll surprise him in a good way.
She turned the plug over slowly, watching it catch the light. In that moment , the memories from supermarket like jumping in front of that mirror, sent a sudden flush of heat through her.
Stop it, Anne. You are not that kind of woman.
But the thought refused to leave. Instead it settled into a strange, warm itch deep inside her ass.
That itch had started faintly on the drive home. Now it was growing, a persistent crawling tingle that made her shift from foot to foot. She tried ignoring it but It only got worse.
That evening Nathan came home tired but happy to see her. When his strong hands sliding down to squeeze her juicy ass while hugging, , The itch flared sharply. Anne gasped before she could stop herself and pressed back against him harder than usual. Nathan smiled
“Someone missed me today,
They had sex like every night, but today the pleasure felt distant. All she could think about while Nathan moved inside her was how full she might feel with that thick plug stretching her at the same time.
What is wrong with me? she wondered guiltily in Nathan’s Hands.
Why am I thinking these things? Maybe Its Just extra Horniness.
The next morning the itch had become unbearable. Nathan had left for the office and Anne tried to start her usual chores, but every step made her squirm. Also Sitting down felt worse. The needy throb would not leave her alone.
She paced the house with embarrassment.
This is ridiculous. I am a grown woman, not some horny teenager.
But part of her mind didn’t agree with her.
But she only lasted until 10 a.m. Finally she gave in, telling herself it was only to make the awful itch stop.
In the bathroom she spread lotion on the massive plug with shaking hands and pressed it against her tight Butt hole. It took a long time and She breathe harder through the stretch. When the widest part finally popped inside, a shaky moan escaped form her throat.
Oh god…
To her surprise,The maddening itch vanished almost instantly.
A deep, heavy fullness took its place, sending warm jolts straight to her clit with every tiny movement. Relief washed over her, mixed with shame.
I’ll remove this after itch has gone
she promised herself.
Then I will take it out. But she did not take it out. She kept it in while she did housework. Satisfying sensation in her ass turned daily routine into something hot. Part of her mind liked this change.
When she bent over to load the washing machine the plug shifted and a sudden orgasm hit her so hard her knees almost buckled which made her to grip the machine while moaning.
This feels too good. Am I doing a wrong thing. But her mind disagreed.
Its just until the itch vanishes.
By the time Nathan came home that evening the itch stayed quiet as long as the plug remained inside her. They had sex again. Anne came harder than she had in weeks, clenching around the hidden toy while Nathan thrust into her pussy. He didn’t play with her asshole that day. in fact, he rarely did that.
He was delighted by her sudden ion. “You feel different lately,” he said softly, stroking her hair.
“In a good way. Everything okay, my horny wife?” He laughed while teasing her.
Anne smiled, but inside she felt a twist of guilt.
He notices something is changing. I have to be more careful. He can’t know about buttplug.
The following days blurred together. she tried to remove the buttplug. But the itch always returned whenever she removed the plug, and each time it came back meaner and harder to ignore.
On the third day she tried to go without it completely with a strong will. But by noon she was a mess, unable to sit still.
Shame burned in her chest as she pushed the plug back inside again into ass after giving up, and sighed with guilty pleasure.
I cannot keep doing this.
But She knew can’t stop either.
By the end of the week the plug stayed inside her almost constantly. Because of the buttplug, Her walks had a new, slutty sway. Her C-cup breasts moved freely because of her new ‘No undewear’ habit. Her thoughts drifted more and more toward darker ideas she used to never allow. She still loved Nathan with her whole heart. He was still her safe place. But every secret clench of her perfect plugged ass pulled her a little further away from the devoted wife she used to be.