Midnight Glass and Her Husband's Blessing

Chloe stood in the doorway of their bedroom at half past eleven, the thick glass dildo cradled in both palms like an offering. Damon had pressed it into her hands an hour earlier before kissing her hard and leaving for the overnight flight. Thirty-two, lush-hipped and full-breasted, she still felt the phantom weight of his hands on her ass as he had spoken the words that now looped in her mind.

“Use it,” he had said, voice low and rough. “All the way. Think of me stretching you open. I want you dripping and full when I get back. My blessing, Chloe. Fuck yourself for me.”

The toy was heavier than any plug they had played with before—smooth, solid borosilicate glass, flared base, a gradual thick swell that flared even wider near the middle before tapering again. Cool even in the warmth of her hands. She set it on the nightstand beside the bottle of thick lube and lit three candles, watching the flames throw soft gold across the mirror and the rumpled bed. Midnight ticked over. Alone. Nervous excitement fluttered low in her belly, tightening her nipples beneath the thin silk robe.

She let the robe slip from her shoulders and stood naked before the full-length mirror. Curvy thighs, soft stomach, heavy breasts with dark, stiff peaks. She turned sideways, arched her back, watched the round cheeks of her ass flex. Slowly she cupped them, spread them, stared at the tight pink star between. Her pussy was already slick just from the memory of Damon’s voice.

“I want it,” she whispered to her reflection, voice husky. Two fingers scooped lube and painted her folds first, circling her swollen clit until her hips twitched. Then lower, circling her rim, pressing just enough to feel the muscle give a little. “I want that thick glass cock stretching my ass open while I think about you. Want to feel every cold inch pushing in, filling me the way your cock does when you take me from behind.”

She kept talking, filthy and soft, while she worked a lubed finger past the ring, then two, scissoring gently. The stretch burned sweetly. The glass waited on the nightstand, gleaming. She picked it up, slicked it generously until it shone, and pressed the rounded tip against her hole. Cool, unyielding. She rubbed it there in slow circles, teasing the sensitive nerve endings, watching in the mirror as her rim fluttered and tried to kiss the glass.

“Fuck, yes… look how hungry my ass is for it. Stretch me. Split me open on this fat toy you blessed.” Her own words pushed her over. Desire flooded hot and urgent. She needed it inside.

Chloe climbed onto the bed on all fours, knees wide, ass tilted high. One hand reached back, fingers spreading her cheeks wide so the candlelight caught the glossy ring. The other guided the thick glass head to her entrance. She pushed. The first inch sank in with a slow, burning stretch that made her moan into the sheets. Another inch. The widest part kissed her rim and she breathed through it, forcing herself to relax, to open. It slid deeper in one long, smooth stroke until half its length was buried and her hole clenched greedily around the cool shaft.

“Oh God—Damon—” She worked it in steady thrusts, long and deep, pulling almost free so the thick ridge dragged over every sensitive inch before driving back in. The weight of the glass made every stroke deliberate, unrelenting. Her pussy dripped onto the sheets. She fucked herself harder, ass rippling around the intrusion, the wet sounds of lube and stretched flesh filling the quiet room.

When her thighs shook she flipped onto her back, yanked her knees to her chest, and held them there with one arm. The position opened her completely. She angled the dildo and drove it home again, watching the mirror across the room as the thick glass disappeared into her ass over and over. Faster now. Harder. The base slapped softly against her cheeks. Her free hand flew to her clit, rubbing in frantic wet circles.

“Yes—fuck my ass—fill me—I’m taking it all for you—” The orgasm crashed through her without warning. Her hole clamped down viciously around the buried toy, milking it in hard spasms while her clit pulsed under her fingers. She cried out, back arching, the glass buried to the hilt as pleasure wrecked her in long, shaking waves. Cum slicked her thighs. She kept the dildo deep, grinding on it through the aftershocks until she was limp and gasping.

Still trembling, Chloe carefully eased the glistening glass from her stretched hole. It left her open and fluttering for a moment before the ring slowly tightened again. She brought the wet toy to her mouth, locked eyes with her reflection, and licked it clean—long, deliberate strokes of her tongue tasting herself and the faint sweetness of lube. Satisfied, she reached for her phone, recorded a short close video of her winking, freshly-fucked ass still shiny and slightly gaped, then whispered her thanks into the mic before hitting send to Damon.

She set the phone aside, curled onto her side with the heavy glass dildo still warm in her hand, and smiled into the pillow, already imagining the look on his face when she showed him everything the moment he walked back through the door.

“Will you fuck me harder than the glass did when you get home?”