Toys

For a long time, I’ve had fantasies to be tampered with by my wife. The whole idea of her sexual pleasure from someone else’s dick drove me crazy. I played with the idea to convince her to take new loved ones so she’d experience the joy that she had a bigger and better dick in her. But I believed that this would be a pointless attempt because she wasn’t the type of woman who would accept this. She needed the gentle loving relationship we’d developed over the past few years and probably wouldn’t be able to relax and feel comfortable enough to enjoy the experience. I was also afraid that if she was playing with someone else that he or they would interfere with our daily lives. I didn’t want this. But at the same time the fantasy that she shares her body with others raging in me. I wanted her to have sexual encounters and pleasures that I couldn’t offer and replaced as her sexual partner.

In the last ten years, I’ve come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year-old from the Bible to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cocksucker and pipes to be found. I left home when I was 18 to go to college in Southern California. My parents were very strict, my dad is a Doopsier, and my mom teaches summer school and runs the church choir. They only agreed. I went to school if I stayed with my Aunt Sally, who lived in a few blocks of college. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master in library science with a minor in economy. Mom and dad approved her and felt that even though she was only 28, she would be a suitable guardian for their lovely virgin daughter. How little we knew.