A night in the Bedroom of M M

A few years ago, when Moxxie had finally caved and agreed to something other than vanilla sex, Millie had dashed off to the sex shop a few blocks down the street from their apartment and bought herself a strap-on. It was 7.5 inches long, a rubbery yet firm, purple dick with stretchy, black straps to allow any horny biped to put it right on. 

"Did you put enough lube on? I don't want a repeat of–"

"I know, baby, I know. I put plenty on. Here, I'll lube it up a little more, just for you." Millie grabbed the bottle of sloshy, clear oil and stroked it all over the strap. "Ready?"

"More than ever..."

Millie straddled Moxxie, rubbing her soft hands on his body as she rimmed his hole with the strap. "I'm puttin' it in now."

She slid the strap in. And out. And in. And out. Each time, she could see Moxxie's dick grow, and soon it was oozing precum. You'd think after 2 hours of foreplay and 2 rounds, he'd be tender. "Damn, honey... You're still hard? This is round 3!"

"This is– Ah! Ohfuckohfuckohfuckrighttherehoney– this is... Ough! This is nothing!" Even if he wanted to say any more, he would've been interrupted by having his guts rearranged. 

Millie sped things up. She watched his dick swing towards her and back towards Moxxie with each hump. It flung cum towards her, and she felt its gooey warmth in spots on her face and topless chest.  "Hoo, baby, this is hard work! I still don't know how y'all dick havin' demons do this every night!"

Moxxie couldn't respond. "Oh, is my Moxx all tuckered out from all that fuckin'?" She eased up on the pegging, and shifted to soft stroking of his cock; it was still hard and wet as ever. 

"N-no... NO! I'M READY AS EVER!"

"FUCK YEAH, SWEETIE! LET'S KEEP GOING!"

"HELL YEAH!"

They both sat up, and Millie leaned in real close as she whispered, "Now, you ready for me to make you cum more than you thought you ever fuckin' could?"

Moxxie, to his wife's surprise, matched her dirty tone. "I think you know the answer to that question."

Millie kissed him, and he laid back down as she went to town. The bed began to shake, and so did Moxxie's dick. "Ohhh, OhfuckohshitholysatannnnIMGONNACUMMM!"

And without another peep, Moxxie erputed for a third time, this time with enough force to shoot Millie square in the face. "AGH!" She licked some of it off before saying, "Oh, fuck! Man, did I get you good or what!" She was laughing, partly impressed and partly because she was horny beyond thought. "Hah! Ohhhh, this is too much, ain't it? Let's hit the shower!"

"To clean... or to go again?"

"Clean.... well, clean with a chaser of fuckin', that is."

Moxxie, after he'd cleaned up the dripping cum, gained a chippy additude. "I like the sound of that."