Krystal woke to the sound of tiny feet tiptoeing down the landing with the subtlety of small elephants, and whispered voices that were just a little too loud.

She glanced at her watch and was pleasantly surprised to see it read 07:13.

She swung her legs out of bed before looking at her husband, who lay beside her fast asleep and completely oblivious to the world.

His short brown hair was a mess; his stubbled face lay mushed into the pillow, with his arm draped lazily over his head, and his right leg was somehow wrapped from underneath the duvet and lay oddly across the top, revealing enough of his upper thigh that Krystal gauged he was naked.

She stood and turned to the full-length mirror that hung at the foot of their bed.

The morning sun pouring through the crack in the curtains made her look ravishing. Her full 36FF breasts sat proudly as she slowly ran her hands down over them and across her stiff, gumdrop-sized nipples.

Then her hands slid lower to her stomach; the clear evidence of carrying two large babies was visible, but it only covered a solid core from years of competing at cricket and fighting to a national level.

Below that was her pussy. Krystal's fingers glided over her waxed mound and between her legs, sending an involuntary shiver throughout her whole body. Her pussy was hot to the touch, and her folds were slick.

That’s when she remembered. She’d gone to bed with every intention of waiting up for Bryan after a day of sexting; she was hungry for his cock, but the hours ticked by and still he wasn’t home.

So, she’d reached for her trusty penguin-shaped toy and brought herself to what she thought would be the first of many climaxes that night. But, clearly, it was the only one, as she didn't even hear Bryan come home from work.

She pulled on her pajama shorts, yesterday’s bra and one of his big baggy hoodies before heading down to join the boys, leaving Bryan still dead to the world.

Krystal had been downstairs for about an hour. Tea drunk, cereal fed to ravenous kids, and in a faint attempt to keep some peace, cartoons played quietly in the living room.

Then her phone buzzed.

Krystal picked up her phone to see her friend Beck FaceTiming her for a quick catch-up.

Becky was one of Krystal’s closest teammates on her cricket team and, in all honesty, a complete nymphomaniac and terrible influence in the very best way that only a close friend can be.

They discussed their weeks in great detail and compared complaints about their separate schools' SLT teams and class parents before Becky asked how Bryan was.

“Still asleep”, Krystal replied with a smile.

“Wow, talk about being lazy,” she said with a grin. “Or, did you wear him out last night”? She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I wish such an opportunity arose. His week’s been a right bastard, and his job is falling apart around him, so he’s been pulling stupid hours trying to catch up and get back on track,” Krystal said with a sigh.

Becky’s fell silent as she listened to what Krystal was saying and just smiled softly once she was finished.

“So, sounds like you need some husband and wife time”, she said with a wink.

“Well”, Krystal retorted with a sly glance. “I did promise Bryan a night to remember last night. Everything was set out, planned and fully charged. But then I fell asleep long before he got home and woke this morning to him dead to the world.”

Becky was looking sadly at Krystal before glancing up into the distance, nodding at something or someone before returning to the conversation. “Look, I’d love to sit and listen to your sorry excuse of a sex life, but I’m needed elsewhere. Speak soon.”

Before Krystal could reply, Becky was gone. Leaving Krystal frustrated and horny once again.

Krystal quickly boiled the kettle to make Bryan a steaming cup of strong coffee, selected a film on Disney+ for the kids, and headed upstairs.

She stood in the doorway of their bedroom, looking at the duvet-covered outline of her husband, and decided it was time for him to wake up.

Placing the coffee cup on his bedside stand, she slipped out of her pajama bottoms, pulled off his baggy hoodie and unclipped yesterday’s bra before folding back the bottom of the duvet. She gazed at Bryan’s soft cock hanging limp between his parted thighs for a moment before crawling forward and taking it into her mouth.

She sucked his limp knob in slow, warm strokes.

Her tongue dragged along the underside of his soft shaft on every upward movement before flicking through the slit on his now growing head.

His dick began to grow in her wet, warm mouth as she increased her efforts around the now inflating shaft, causing him to stir wth a drowsy, low, sleepy groan.

“Morning, you”, she whispered, looking up at him from between his thighs.

Then her smile faded, and she shifted lower; she pushed his right leg to one side and buried her face in the crease between his cock and his thigh, sucking his balls into her mouth as her tongue swirled expertly.

Bryan’s eyes rolled back with a groan. “Fuck........ Kryst..”

“I’m horny, she said against the smooth patch of skin between his glistening sack and his smooth pink hole.

“I plan to fuck you and your tight arse tonight; I wanna watch you stretch and moan on my rubber girl dick....but first....”

She drawled against his perineum and started rubbing her thumb against his now lubed arse.

Her thumb pressed hard as it circled his hole, then the tip pushed in to the first knuckle, then the second and wiggled around until he was relaxed and open for her.

She stood and walked to the small set of three drawers that sat at the foot of the bed below the mirror, known to them as their “sex” drawers, and retrieved a turquoise coloured silicone prostate massager. It was about four inches long and double the thickness of her thumb. Its smooth body curved slightly, and its flared base was designed to sit snug between his cheeks. At the bottom of that base was a small black button that activated its vibrating motor that hummed like a bugger.

She gave the bulbous head a good suck whilst she repositioned herself between Bryan’s things, then pressed it into his spit-glazed hole.

Bryan exhaled hard as it pushed past his muscles and sank in. Krystal worked it back and forth to relax his anus fully until its curved head sat snugly against his prostate.

The second it was in position, she took his cock back into her mouth deeper than before and hummed maliciously around it, forcing Bryan’s hips to buck up involuntarily off the mattress as he began to fuck her mouth.

At that precise moment, the boys came thundering up the stairs and down the landing, screaming for their mum.

Krystal pulled the duvet back over Bryan, snatched up her hoodie and, in the most maternal voice she could muster at that moment, tried to halt the kids with a “Mummies just getting changed, don’t come in yet!”

They burst in anyway, just as she finished pulling Bryan’s jumper back on as she dropped back onto the bed.

“Lois is calling”, the youngest was saying, pointing to the eldest, who was waving Krystal’s phone.

Krystal took the phone in her left hand and answered it while her right fell onto Bryan’s hip to prevent him from rolling over to remove the toy.

Lois’s voice was rough; she had clearly been crying. Her husband, who ran the yard where the boys kept their ponies, had been thrown that morning and was on his way to hospital with several suspected broken bones.

She needed help. She had a dozen horses to move from their pre-training yard to a nearby racing yard, and she needed bodies to make it happen.

“We’ll be there in 30min”, Krystal said, already shooing the boys out to get dressed.

They dressed in a frantic panic; they both pulled on jodhpurs with nothing on beneath, polo shirts, jackets and riding boots. Just as Bryan was finished dressing the small people, he stepped back into the bedroom and dropped his jodhpurs to remove the toy.

“Don’t you dare,” boomed Krystal's voice. “It stays in; you'll manage. Just like I had to manage at cricket, remember,” she said with an evil look on her face.

They stared at each other for a moment before Krystal leaned in and kissed Bryan softly on the lips. “Trust me”, she whispered against his mouth.

The kids got offloaded at Bryan’s mum’s with a quick wave goodbye. Then the three of them set about the sweaty work of leading, loading and driving a dozen horses across to their new home at a local racing yard in the most unprofessional but efficient way.

When the last box was empty, Lois suggested they take the three remaining livery horses out over the hunt trails for a proper stretch.

Bryan swung into his saddle effortlessly. But when his arse made contact with the hard saddle a sharp pleasurable pain shot through him, and he remembered the toy wedged deep in his back passage. Every bounce, stride and jump forced the toy even deeper and increased the pressure on his prostate.

He tried to stay quiet as the three of them rode close together, but as they turned off from the road onto more uneven ground, the pressure grew. Soft moans and groans began to slip through his lips as the fabric of his tight jodhpurs began to stretch as his 8-inch cock thickened against his thighs, becoming impossible to hide in his current state.

Lois looked over at Bryan, confused. “You alright bry? You’re making some odd sounds. Have you crushed your nuts again?” she said with a giggle.

“All fine”, he laughed back. “My back just hurts from the gym this week”

She looked unconvinced and looked over to Krystal, who signaled for her to drop back a few strides.

They exchanged quiet words. Bryan noticed Krystal’s grin was pure evil, followed by lois’s eyebrows shooting up and her cheeks turning red as she looked ahead briefly to Bryan.

She rode back alongside Bryan, so close her boots brushed against his; she glanced down and saw the rigid outline of his swollen length. She pretended to lose her balance and leaned onto Bryan mid-stride, steadying herself with her hand right on his thigh, her hand on his hard pole.

She looked him dead in the eyes, asked him again if he was alright and then firmly squeezed his cock before righting herself properly in the saddle.

Bryan almost choked on his own breath, whilst Krystal, on the other hand, was laughing loudly at his torture two lengths back.

“Race you back to the yard”, called Krystal as she took off in a full gallop.

“Loser buys the first round”, added Lois, who was already catching up with Krystal and knew her purse was safe, as she could outride both of them blindfolded and backwards.

Bryan kicked on. The sudden increase in speed forced the toy hard into his now-tender arse; the uneven ground threw the horse’s rhythm as he hit the canter, causing Bryan to bounce hard in the saddle and activate the vibrator built into the massager.

He tried to grit his teeth and focus on the race, but he lasted all of about forty seconds.

His climax hit mid-stride; a long, broken moan carried clearly to the two women who curved their horses and waited for him to catch up.

Lois and Krystal both looked at Bryan, who was breathing heavily through gritted teeth as his cock continued to twitch as it pumped hot cum onto his thigh, which soaked into his jodhpurs, causing a dark patch to spread down his leg. The ladies looked at the growing dark patch, then at each other and laughed.

“Jesus, Bryan,” Lois said in her strong Yorkshire accent, almost sounding impressed. “That’s a proper eruption.”

*look at all that cum,” added Krystal. “And you wonder why I don’t like to swallow it”

Lois roared with laughter as she looked at Krystal. “Now you mention it, I wouldn’t mind a nice creamy drink.” She winked and rode in.

The moment Bryan was back at the yard, he dropped down off his horse and limped into an empty stall, tugging his jodhpurs down as he went desperate to get this damn thing out of his now twitching arse. But it wouldn’t shift. His arse was too tight, and the lube had all dried up, causing the toy to become stuck.

He called out for Krystal, who strode into the stall, leaving the half door open, and looked at Bryan with a blank expression......” Well, what do you want?”

“It’s fucking stuck”, Bryan snapped. “It won’t come out.”

Without a word, she turned Bryan to face the wooden wall of the stall and dropped to her knees in the straw. With her hands forcing his cheeks apart, she started to rim him with slow, thorough and precise tongue work. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the ring around the base of the wedged toy.

Bryan’s cock began to harden again at the pleasure of his wife’s tongue combined with the cool breeze blowing through the stable.

Out of the corner of Krystal’s eye, she noticed Lois peering around the doorframe of the half door. She didn’t stop; instead, Krystal waved her into the stall before pushing her tongue deeper, wetter and harder against the tight muscle until the toy finally came free.

She dropped it in the straw before returning her mouth to his gaping hole as she reached around and grasped his thick, smooth, veiny cock. She timed her long, hard strokes perfectly with the rhythm of her tongue as it worked his puckered pink ring.

Bryan eyes were firmly closed as he moaned in delight. Braced himself against the wall as his climax built. With one last hard tug on his cock and a deep push of Krystal’s tongue he came hard.

His legs shook, and his back arched as five thick, heavy ropes of spunk pulsed from his cock and landed on the timber wall with a splat as he groaned Krystal’s name.

He stumbled forward, legs shaking and gasping for breath. Only then did he open his eyes and notice Lois stood there.

Her eyes were dark with lust as they shot from his still pulsing cock to the mess on the wall and then down to Krystal, whose chin and mouth were shiny with spit.

Krystal stood, wiped her mouth on her forearm and laughed softly at Bryan’s embarrassment. She walked over to Lois, smiled, and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Enjoy the view”, she murmured into her ear as she strolled past.

Bryan collapsed against the wall with a groan, resting his head on his forearm. His brain was a cocktail of mortified embarrassment and arousal.

Lois was enjoying the view. Her nipples were clearly visible through her top as she bit her bottom lip. Her gaze shot between Bryan's still hard cock and the thick cum that was slowly running down the wall.

Krystal’s voice floated down the walkway from the gate at the yard. “When you're both ready, the first round won’t buy itself. Put your tongue back in your mouth Lois; he’s had quite enough for now.”

“I reckon he can go again,” she shouted back at Krystal with a smile.