Koti and Kokonsa

Diane’s jaw was beginning to fatigue. She had been sucking on Kodjo’s cock for 15 minutes with no progress. He was still as limp as the plate of overcooked asparagus she’d served him that evening. How had she managed to ruin that recipe? She had followed the recipe quite precisely. A little less water might be in order, and more heat. Yes…that would do the trick.

No. She had to focus. Kodjo had insisted that he felt a stirring beneath his balls and it had been so long since they’d had that sort of intimacy. A quick shower, a light mist of perfume, and Diane was ready to receive the pleasure high blood pressure had denied her for the last thirteen months. Diane glanced at the digital clock, which stared back at her, mocking her with a click of a minute digit.

Yes, bitch! the clock said sardonically. You’re seeing that right! It’s 11:43. How long are you going to keep at this?

As long as it takes, Diane muttered.

Kodjo stared down at her between his cocked knees.

“What?”

Diane broke suction with a sloppy smack. “Nothing, babe. Nothing.”

Yeah. NOTHING. That’s what was going on here… Not a damn thing! How had she let herself be guiled into this position again? Kodjo had pulled this stunt on her so many times before, and like a fool, she fell for it without fail.

I’ve missed you so much, babe, he’d say. I can’t wait to be with you…to slide inside you. God your pussy feels so good, Diane!

And then she would think about the five children she had borne for him, recall the passion that led up to each conception, and allow herself to believe that this same man could take her to the brink of sexual insanity as he’d done for the past 19 years of their marriage. Instead, all she got in return for her hope was a flaccid, impotent dick.

There. She’s said it. Her husband was impotent.

But perhaps…maybe if she tried moaning?

“Mmmm, Kodjo,” she whispered huskily, faking enthusiasm, “you taste so…”

No. This was it. Her dignity could not suffer this any longer! Diane unlatched her lips from his droopy member with an undignified *pop!*. Kodjo sat up quickly, his eyes flooding with the apology that his lips had rendered dozens of times before.

“I wish you hadn’t stopped,” he lamented. “I was quite close –“

“No, Kodjo, you weren’t,” Diane snapped, fishing for a vibrator among the fifteen or more she had collected over the last two years. She stopped riffling when her hand touched a hunk of room temperature firmness that had become all too familiar. The Hammer. That’s what she needed tonight. Diane dropped to the floor with a discourteous crash, her labia already dewy with anticipation. Thor hadn’t let her down yet, and boy did she need the Norse god of Thunder to give it to her long and hard. Now.

“At least let me do that for you, sweetie –“

God, he sounded so pathetic! With her free hand, Diane slapped Kodjo’s away and began to fuck herself from the back with the enormous, pinkish pigmented dildo. Diane had intentionally purchased a “White man’s dick”, just to infuriate her husband. No way she was going to give him the satisfaction of identifying with her sex toy. After he had robbed her of pleasure for this many months? Heaven forbid!

Fueled by her frustration, Diane forced the 8 inch length of silicone into her core until the faux balls beat against her ass cheeks. Over the months, she had surprised herself by how nimble she had become when it came to giving herself pleasure. She discovered she could have sex anywhere she wanted: a quickie in the shower with Antonio; a climax with Carl, the remote controlled vibe; or if the kids were away and the soaps were on, she’d get it on with Data, the android fingertips that wrapped around her own and drove her to ridiculous points of ecstasy. Diane had always been squeamish about touching herself until Data came into her life.

Antonio

Carl

Data

Marcus

Thor

Archimedes!

Not one of her sexual accoutrements bore an African man’s name. The cheek of this bulk of a man to be dead between his legs! Diane slathered saliva over her lips and sucked on the ample softness of her left nipple. Was her husband looking at her? It was hard to tell in the expansive gloom of their master bedroom. If he had any dignity, he would turn his back or leave the room altogether.

But Kodjo had no shame left to spare.

He watch helplessly as his wife rolled over onto her back and ferociously drove the dildo in and out of the softness between her thighs repetitively. In the past, she would pleasure herself privately out of consideration for his feelings whenever he couldn’t get it up. These days she just didn’t care. He knew the moment he dreaded was soon upon him, but this time it came faster than he anticipated. He groaned in horror as his wife’s buttocks lifted off the ground, hoisting her over the waves of a core-shattering orgasm.

Ohhhh Mmmmmyyy Gaawwwwd!!!!

“Diane, please…the children,” Kodjo whispered harshly.

She sucked her teeth in reply, cradling herself on the floor as she glanced at the clock. Twelve minutes. This was a personal best.

Weary and sticky with sweat and cum, Diane climbed into her side of the bed and drew the sheets over her shoulders. Kodjo remained lodged, fixed on the edge of the bed where he had watched his wife emasculate him for yet another time.

His voice was sad when he whispered her name in the darkness.’

“Daine?”

“What.”

“We can’t go on like this.”

“No, Kodjo. We can’t.”