I bought her a Dildo

My wife and I have only ever been with eachother. I do my best to satisfy her, but I mostly have to lick and finger her to bring her off.

Recently I bought her an 8″ dildo/vibrator. She’s never had a toy like this.
I’ve managed to bring it out and surprise her with a different kind of sexal session.

She was a bit hessitant but once I licked her and got her wet and horny I started rubbing it on her pussy. I inserted the tip and found it wouldn’t go in easily so I grabbed some lube and got her real slippery and then worked it into her until it was entirely in.

I watched her face and she was savouring it. I thrust it in and out of her, slowly at first, and then faster and after several minutes of writhing in pleasure, she orgasmed hard. She has hardly ever had an orgasm while having me in her.

I’ve used it on her several more times and she admitted that she liked the feel of the veins and that it can get her really hot. I’ve gotten her to feel it while I used it on her and got her to move it in and out herself.

She says that she prefers me and is unlikely to use it herself but i’m suggesting every now and again that she use it on her own and really get to know how much she can enjoy it.

I think I will try to get her to watch a movie with me and I’ll pull her to the edge of the lounge and use it on her while she watches a sex scene.
Maybe I can get her in the same position as the scene.

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Becky’s awakening

Like some feedback on this, love it or hate it. Never tried writing before but had this in my head for a long time so figured what the hell…

Charlie rolled over early in the morning and snuggled up to the backside of his still ******** wife. His morning wood aching for some long over due attention. He ran his hand along her bare hip as he worked his hard but short cock against her butt. Slowly moving his hand up he grasps one of her breasts as he kisses her shoulder, as she says, “Better not start something you can’t finish.” And with that his short term morning erection faded. The story of his life it would seem. In Becky’s mind, unless she could get a decent fucking out of it, whats the point? She could get a better orgasm from her vibrator and lets face it, their sex life was never all that great but as Charlie aged his ability to maintain a decent erection was but a distant memory. Love between them was never an issue but physically, the 15 years that separated them was and it showed. Doctors were consulted about his E.D. but the “Little Blue Pill” was apparently a non starter as there were too many risks of the unwanted side effects that came with it with his health issues. In other words, learn to live with it.

Becky got up and started getting ready for work. Her husband had awoken a craving this morning that there simply wasn’t time to take care of. “Guess I’ll have to remember to pick up some batteries after work today.” It would be just her luck, she thought to herself that her vibrator would be as dead as Charlie’s dick when she got home later.

Becky got to the factory at her usual time and went about her normal pre-shift activities. Chatting with some co workers and just killing time in general. She was studying an ad on the post-it board in the break room when a man’s voice from behind her startled her. 

“There is lots of stuff to get rid of, most has never been used.” He said. “This is your ad?” Becky asked. “Yup, the ex-wife was into crafting, and when she left she didn’t take anything.” “My name is Chuck Thompson, by the way” he said as he extended his hand to her. “I’m Becky Anderson.” She responded, taking his out stretched hand. Becky was surprised at the size of his hand and also somewhat surprised at the clash of color between his dark chocolate brown skin against her very light, almost white skin. Chuck said, “Well I have to get back to my line but if you have any questions just ask.” “Will do”, she responded. As Chuck was walking away Becky asked, “Hey Chuck, you on Facebook?” “I am, yeah”, he said. “Great I’ll send you a friend request later”.

As Chuck was walking away, he smiled to himself. “Oh yeah, this will get interesting” he thought to himself. This was hardly the first time he had noticed Becky. He had admired her from afar for quite some time. He knew she was married but he didn’t care. In fact he found sport in trying to seduce married white women. He wasn’t always successful but he did love the chase. 

Later that afternoon after Becky got home, she stripped out of her clothes and took a long, hot and relaxing shower. After drying off she laid down on the bed and looked at the clock. An hour and a half before Charlie would get home from work. She smirked a little, rolled over and pulled her vibrator from the night stand drawer, turned it on and began to massage her nether region. It wasn’t long until her mind was racing towards the encounter in the break room this morning. “Now where did that come from?” She thought to herself. As her mind went back to the image of her hand in his. His hands were so big, “Could it be true what they say?” “Big hands = big cock?” “Wait, he’s also black so…” Becky was imagining Chuck pulling down his pants and exposing a monster cock. At that point a small orgasm hit her causing her squeeze her thighs together and lift her hips off the bed. Becky turned off her vibrator, and lie there catching her breath. She thought to herself, “Did you seriously just get off fantasizing about a co-worker? A black one at that??” “My God where did that come from?” She found it really odd and out of character for her, but hey it got her off and quickly at that.

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Adrian usually paid the papers. I didn’t care too much for the grubby corner shop, really didn’t need to go in there to be honest. But as Adrian was on a business trip, I went to pay the papers. A nice summery day so I wore a light summer dress The bell rang as I stepped in, it was claustrophobic to say the least, goods everywhere, typical of an Asian shop. Adrian paid the papers on a monthly basis, but I didn’t get involved normally. I walked up to the counter to speak to Mr. Malik who owned the store and said I needed to settle the account, he virtually ignored me, looked down into his book and flicked a few pages with his fat brown hands.
It’s £38.73 he grunted, and then asked me if I wanted a magazine of the top shelf as well. Well, I certainly didn’t need a magazine, but he chuckled and said my husband usually got one very month. He smiled a big smile with his white teeth and chuckled….
I wasn’t sure what to do, but curiosity got the better of me, and so I asked, Which ones does he like? realising my husband was into getting smutty mags from the local corner shop. I was surprised and disappointed in my husband in 2 seconds. 
Wel usually he likes “Asian Beauties”, Malik chuckled, but I’m sure you wouldn’t choose that !!!
He came over to the magazine section, the shop was mostly empty, and he reached up and showed me a copy. The girls in the magazine were certainly young and virial. About 10 years younger than my 35 years. Malik said, look closer at some of the models, the guys are well endowed, I flicked though the magazine, and every page showed fit young Asian men with considerable cocks, I hadn’t seen things like this at all, the girls were clearly happy being fucked by big cocks.
I recovered my composure and said I was here to just pay the papers, if he didn’t mind. He grunted and went back to the till. So it’s £38.73, Mrs West, cash please. Well, I didn’t have cash, so that was awkward, He said the was an ATM at he back of the store, so after pointing it out he came with me to withdraw £40. I offered him the money.
He leant against the counter and said that he didn’t have to accept my payment for the papers, he was happy to settle the bill in other ways. I was a bit unsettled by this. What do you mean? I said.
Mrs West, your husband clearly loves his magazines. And my bet is that he is not paying you any attention in the bedroom, those magazines with Asian cocks and pussy are his fantasy and I can tell you now, that us Asian guys are usually well endowed. 
I’m willing to clear your bill every week if you co-operate with me. Call it a deal..
What do you mean I said ?
Step into the back room he ushered, his big frame literally pushing me into a stock room.
I went into a dimly lit room with sacks of potatoes and onions and other produce, I perched on a pile of potato sacks, He closed the door behind him. You please me and I’ll cancel the invoice every month, he said.

What ? What do you mean ?

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