The taxi pulled away from the curb, its taillights disappearing around the corner, and Demi stood on the porch with her weekend bag slung over one shoulder, already kicking off her sandals before she even got through the front door. The house smelled like coffee and something savory—Ben had been cooking, probably his famous chili, which meant he was in a good mood and planning to stay in. Perfect.
She pushed the door open with her hip and dropped the bag right there in the hallway.
"Honey, I'm home," she called out, her voice carrying that particular lilt she knew drove him crazy.
Ben appeared in the kitchen doorway, dish towel over his shoulder, wearing jeans and nothing else. His chest had that relaxed softness of a man comfortable in his forties, but the muscle underneath was still there, subtle and solid. He grinned when he saw her, eyes doing that slow sweep from her ankles up to her copper hair, which she'd left loose and wild from the train ride.
"Finally," he said. "I was starting to think Amy had kidnapped you permanently."
"She tried." Demi walked toward him, her hips swaying with exaggerated intention. She was wearing a thin sundress that clung to her curves, the fabric nearly translucent in the hallway light. "But I told her my husband would be very disappointed."
Ben pulled her into a hug, his hands sliding down to cup her ass—that big, round ass he'd been obsessed with since the day they met. He squeezed, groaning appreciatively.
"Missed this," he murmured against her neck. "Missed everything."
"Everything?" She pulled back just enough to give him a wicked smile. "Or something specific?"
His eyes dropped to the front of her dress, where the fabric draped over her pelvis. She watched the curiosity flicker across his face, the way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.
"You know exactly what I want to see."
Demi laughed and stepped past him into the kitchen, snagging a cherry tomato from the cutting board. "Let me at least have a glass of wine first. I've been on a train for three hours."
But Ben was already behind her, hands on her hips, pressing his body against her backside. She could feel him through his jeans, already half-hard, that familiar thickness that she'd spent a week fantasizing about while Amy demonstrated her ever-growing collection of silicone.
"Amy send you home with anything new?" he asked, his voice low against her ear.
"Maybe."
"Show me."
She turned in his arms, looping her own around his neck. "How about I show you what she helped me with first?"
Ben's eyes lit up. "The cream?"
"Every night for seven days." Demi stepped back, her fingers finding the hem of her sundress. She lifted it slowly, revealing first her thighs, then the tiny scrap of lace she called underwear, then her belly, then her breasts—she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples already tight and pebbled from the anticipation. She pulled the dress over her head and tossed it onto a kitchen chair.
Now she stood before him in just those barely-there panties, her long copper hair falling over her shoulders, her curvy body on full display. She loved this moment—the way his gaze devoured her, the way his breathing changed.
"Fuck," Ben whispered. "You're so gorgeous."
"Look closer." Demi hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, stepping out of them with practiced grace. She leaned back against the kitchen island and spread her legs slightly, giving him the view he'd been waiting for.
Her pussy was bare, freshly waxed, and right there at the apex, her clit stood prominent and proud. The cream had done its work spectacularly. What had once been a sensitive little nub was now a thick, fleshy column, easily the length and girth of Ben's entire thumb, jutting out from its hood like a small, eager cock straining for attention. The shaft was visibly longer and thicker than before, a pronounced ridge defining the swollen head, and the whole thing seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat.
Ben dropped to his knees.
"Holy shit, Demi."
"Right?" She couldn't keep the pride out of her voice. "Amy measured it last night. Two inches long when it's soft like this. And when I'm turned on—"
"It gets bigger?"
"Much bigger."
Ben reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, and touched her with the kind of reverence usually reserved for religious artifacts. His thumb brushed over the head of her enlarged clit, and Demi sucked in a sharp breath. The sensitivity was off the charts—every nerve ending felt amplified, electrified.
"It's like a little dick," Ben said, marveling. "I mean, look at it. The shape, the way it's got that little ridge..."
"I know." Demi bit her lip as he stroked her again, more firmly this time. "Amy called it my clit-cock. She was fascinated."
"Were you two...?"
"Oh, we went so much further than that," Demi breathed, her voice dropping into a thick, honeyed rasp. "Amy got this wicked little gleam in her eye and pulled out her Quickshot—you know, the clear Fleshlight—and dared me to see if my new clit could fill it up. I was so swollen by then, Ben, so goddamn hard it was throbbing like a second heartbeat. She lubed me up real slow, stroking my shaft with those long fingers until I was dripping, and then she slid that tight silicone sleeve right over me. It fit. Perfectly. I fucked into it while she held it steady, watching my little cockhead push through the other end, all glossy and purple, and I came so hard I squirted all over her wrist." She moaned sharply as Ben's fingers sank into her slick, clutching heat, his thumb dragging rough circles over the rigid, twitching length of her clit. "But that was just the warm-up. She strapped on this miniature harness—designed for girls like me, with a dildo barely bigger than your finger but textured like a dream—and she bent me over the edge of the hotel bed and reamed my pussy until I was screaming into the mattress, my clit grinding against the sheets every time she bottomed out. Then, when my legs were still shaking, she pulled it off, handed me the harness, and told me it was my turn to make her beg."
Ben looked up at her, his eyes dark with arousal. "Show me everything."
Demi led him to the bedroom, walking naked through the house with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly how good she looked. The curtains were open—she'd left them that way on purpose—and the evening light painted golden stripes across the bed. Their neighbors' windows were visible across the narrow gap between houses, and she caught a flicker of movement behind one of them. Good. Let them watch.
She unzipped her weekend bag and began pulling out items, laying them on the bed like treasures from an exotic expedition. First came the pussy pump—a clear cylinder with a soft silicone rim and a hand-operated squeeze bulb. Then the dildo, a realistic one with veins and a pronounced head, modestly sized but perfect for what she had in mind. Then the Fleshlight, the compact Quickshot version that Ben immediately picked up with a questioning look.
"That's for me," Demi said, taking it from him. "Watch."
She lay back on the bed, propping herself up on the pillows, and spread her legs wide. Ben sat at the foot of the bed, his jeans now visibly tented, his hands resting on his thighs like he was physically restraining himself from pouncing.
Demi took the pump first. She pressed the cylinder over her entire vulva, creating a seal, and began to squeeze the bulb. The suction was immediate and intense, drawing blood into her tissues, making everything swell and engorge. She watched Ben watch her, his jaw slack, his chest rising and falling with increasingly ragged breaths.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"So good." She pumped again, feeling the pressure build, the stretch. "Makes everything so sensitive. And my clit—when I take it off, you won't believe it."
She kept pumping for another minute, letting the sensation build, then carefully broke the seal and removed the cylinder. Her pussy was flushed and puffy, her labia plumped up like ripe fruit, and her clit—her magnificent clit—had swollen to nearly twice its already impressive size. It stood erect from her body, visibly throbbing with her heartbeat.
"Jesus Christ," Ben breathed. "It looks like an actual cock now."
"Touch it."
He didn't need to be told twice. Ben crawled up the bed, positioning himself between her legs, and took her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He stroked it like he would stroke himself, a slow pumping motion that made Demi's hips buck off the mattress.
"That's it," she gasped. "Just like that. It's so sensitive, Ben, you have no idea."
"I think I'm starting to get the idea." He lowered his head and took her into his mouth, sucking gently on the engorged nub, and Demi cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets. The sensation was unlike anything she'd experienced before the cream—it was deeper, more focused, more intense. She could feel every flick of his tongue, every subtle pressure of his lips.
"Wait," she panted, pushing at his shoulder. "Wait, I want to try the Fleshlight."
Ben pulled back, his lips shiny with her arousal. "You're going to fuck a Fleshlight?"
She knew exactly what she could do with it. Guiding the toy down, she slipped it over her clit and let the tight silicone swallow her whole. The shaft was so long now that the tip pushed through the far end, a glistening bead of pre-cum pearling at the crown. Ben stared, utterly transfixed by how much it looked like a tiny, perfect cock.
"Oh my god," she moaned. "Oh my god, Ben, this is—"
She couldn't finish the sentence. The pleasure surged through her like a live current, coiling tight in her belly and spilling outward until her thighs trembled and her breath hitched in ragged gasps. Ben watched, utterly transfixed, his gaze locked on that glistening bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip of her clit as it pushed through the far end of the toy. Without thinking, he leaned in and swiped his tongue across it, tasting her—salt-sweet and musky, electric on his tongue—and groaned at the raw intimacy of it.
"Fuck, Ben," she whimpered, her hips jerking as he licked her again, chasing every drop. "You're going to make me—"
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his lips slick, his hand now roughly palming his cock through his straining jeans. "I want more. Give me more."
"Don't come yet," he growled, his voice thick with the same command she'd used to torment him so many times before. "Not until I've tasted every fucking inch of you leaking down my throat. I want to see that pretty little cock drip until you're begging me to stop."
Demi yanked the Fleshlight free with a wet, sucking gasp and flung it across the rumpled sheets. Her swollen clit throbbed in the open air, slick and aching, a needy pulse that made her thighs clench. "Then get those fucking jeans off and let me taste what you've been hiding," she growled, her voice low and wrecked, already shifting onto her knees with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "I want that thick cock down my throat before you even think about filling my cunt."
Ben’s jeans hit the floor in a frantic heap, his boxers following before the fabric even settled. His body was all rugged function—broad shoulders carved from hauling lumber, a chest dusted with dark hair that tapered into a soft, kissable belly, and arms that could pin her down and make her scream. His cock jutted out, thick and ruddy, the crown glistening with a slick pearl of pre-come that dripped onto the hardwood. Demi’s mouth went dry at the sight, her tongue already curling with the need to lap up every bead.
“I want your cock in my mouth while you suck my clit,” she said, her voice a raw, hungry rasp. “Get on the bed—on your back. I’m going to straddle your face and swallow you down until we both fucking break.”
Ben gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach in one rough motion, then hauled her ass into the air. "On your hands and knees. I want to see that fat clit swinging while I wreck this pussy."
She rolled over, presenting her ass to him, that big round butt she knew he couldn't resist. Ben grabbed the dildo from the bed and pressed it against her pussy, sliding it in slowly. She was already so wet, so ready, that it sank in without resistance.
"Fuck, you're stretched," he said, working the toy in and out. "You've been using this all week?"
"Every night. Amy watched me fuck myself with it while I pumped my clit."
The admission made Ben groan. He pulled the dildo out and replaced it with his cock, sliding into her in one smooth motion. Demi pushed back against him, taking him deep, feeling that familiar fullness she'd been craving.
"Harder," she demanded. "I want everyone to hear."
Ben grabbed her hips and began to pound into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Demi could see the neighbors' window from her position, could see the unmistakable silhouette of someone standing there, watching. She moaned louder, putting on a show, letting her swollen clit swing freely between her legs with every thrust.
"You like that?" Ben grunted. "You like knowing people can see what a slut you are?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Yes, I love it. I love showing off my big clit, I love letting them see how you fuck me—"
Ben reached around and grabbed her clit, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts, and Demi felt the orgasm building like a tidal wave. She was babbling now, incoherent, her copper hair plastered to her sweaty face.
"Going to fill you up," Ben panted. "Going to come so deep inside you—"
"Do it. Fucking do it, Ben, I'm right there—"
He slammed into her one final time, grinding deep, and she felt the hot pulse of his release flooding her insides. The sensation tipped her over the edge, her own climax crashing through her in waves that made her whole body shake and spasm. Her clit throbbed against his fingers, pulsing with an intensity that bordered on painful.
They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing. Demi could feel his come dripping out of her, pooling on the sheets beneath them, and she didn't care one bit.
"Holy fuck," Ben said after a long moment.
"Yeah."
"That was..."
"I know."
He rolled onto his side, one hand still slick with her, and propped his head up to study her with a dark, knowing grin. His gaze crawled down her body and settled on the thick, flushed length of her clit resting against her belly, still twitching with aftershocks. "Amy didn't just watch," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Did she."
Demi's breath hitched, a fresh pulse of heat blooming between her legs. She bit her lip and shook her head slowly, her copper hair tangling against the pillow. "No. She didn't just watch."
Ben reached down and traced a single fingertip along the swollen shaft, watching it jump at his touch. "Tell me."
"Every night," Demi whispered, her hips already starting to roll toward his hand. "After the pumping, after I was all stretched and aching, she'd get on her knees and suck me. Said she wanted to see how much of me she could fit in her mouth. Said I tasted better than any cock she'd ever had."
Ben's eyes went black with lust. His fingers wrapped around her clit and squeezed, a possessive, approving grip that made her gasp. "And you let her."
"I begged her." Demi's voice cracked with shameless need. "I begged her to suck my big clit until I came down her throat. And she did. Every time."
"Fuck." Ben stroked her now, slow and deliberate, watching her face contort with pleasure. "You're such a greedy little slut."
"Yes," she moaned, arching into his hand. "Your greedy little slut. She wanted to fuck me with a strap-on, but I told her no. That's yours. Only you get to be inside me."
He growled at that, a primal sound that vibrated through her bones, and shifted his weight until he was half-covering her, his thigh pressing between
"Every night." Demi grinned. "She said it was 'educational.'"
"Educational." Ben let out a dark, hungry laugh, his thumb tracing slow circles around the swollen head of her clit. "We're going to have to send her a very explicit thank-you card. Maybe with photographic evidence of what her lessons did to my wife's greedy little cock."
"How about we send her a video instead?"
Ben's eyes widened, then crinkled with laughter. "You're insatiable."
"And you love it." She reached down and touched her clit, still swollen and sensitive, feeling it twitch under her fingertips. "Besides, I think we've got an audience that deserves an encore."
She nodded toward the window, where the silhouette had been joined by a second one. Ben followed her gaze and shook his head, but he was smiling.
"Give me ten minutes," he said. "And maybe some of that chili first. I need to refuel."
Demi laughed and pulled him close, pressing her body against his, her big clit nestling against his thigh. "Deal. But then I want to try the anal plug Amy sent home. She said it's 'life-changing.'"
"Your friend is a menace."
"My friend is a genius." Demi kissed his chest, right over his heart. "And I'm never leaving you alone for a week again. From now on, you're coming with me."
Ben's arm tightened around her. "Best news I've heard all day."
Outside, the sun finished setting, and the bedroom fell into comfortable shadow. In the window across the way, the silhouettes reluctantly disappeared, but Demi knew they'd be back. They always came back. And she'd be ready, her body transformed and hungry, her husband beside her, the whole damn neighborhood invited to watch.