Chapter 2: Toys

Charles and Mary buy and try different toys with great results.

After making our decision to buy erotic toys to try to liven up our routine a bit, we took my car and headed to the sex shop we had found by searching the internet. It was located a few kilometers outside the city and was very big, a sort of ‘supermarket’ of erotic products; it even had baskets to store the chosen products.

We were surprised by the ‘naturalness’ of the shop. It didn’t have the dark and hidden air we expected, with embarrassed people shopping on the sly. There were men and women, straight couples and gay and lesbian couples, browsing and buying products. It made us think that perhaps we were clueless and behind the times when it came to sexuality and that the use of toys, films, gels, or erotic products of all kinds was much more common than we thought.

We started to walk through the aisles, seeing a huge amount of products—so many that we didn’t know what kind of toys to choose and, within each type, which specific product was more recommendable. As happens with streaming services, where there are so many films that it takes you longer to choose one than to watch it, or you get stuck in doubt.

In the end, we opted to go to the center’s staff to be attended to. A young girl with several piercings and tattoos attended us very kindly.

She asked us what we wanted, and we explained that we weren’t looking for anything specific. We just wanted to ‘spice up’ our marriage, add games, and try ‘a bit of everything’. She suggested we buy a kit that they prepared by combining the best-selling products of different types and manufacturers. She explained that they were ‘surprise packs’ that had great prices for three reasons: buying several products at the same time, not being able to see the contents, and because they used to liquidate remaining products when the manufacturer released a new version. There were kits in different sizes and aimed at men, women, or couples.

She assured us that she had bought one of these kits for herself and her spouse, and it was well worth the price. They weren’t bad products; they were simply discounted due to the reasons explained.

We liked the idea of the kit. It took the hassle out of choosing something we had no experience with; we got a good discount, and the idea of the surprise of coming across a toy we didn’t expect to use suited our idea of exploring and broadening our horizons very well.

We chose a large package for couples, paid after thanking the shop assistant for her advice, and hurried to the car to get home as soon as possible. Although we were really looking forward to seeing what was there, we agreed not to open it until we got home and could see it at ease, as we couldn’t see it properly in the car, there was no room, and I had to drive.

When we got home, like children on Christmas day, we ran to the bedroom, opened the package, and began to spread the contents on the bed.

The package contained the following:

One vibrator

One lubricating gel

A set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

A set of nipple clamps

A vibrator bullet with remote control

A riding crop with a leather strap on one end and a feather on the other.

An artificial vagina

An anal plug

A mask for blindfolding

A cock cage

“Where do we start?” asked Mary.

“How about a massage with the gel?” I replied.

“No,” she replied, “we’ve massaged each other before, and, believe it or not, I’ve never used a vibrator. When I masturbated, it was only with my hand. I can’t wait to see what it feels like to be penetrated by a vibrator.”

“Besides,” she added with a smirk, “it’s bigger than your cock. I might as well get used to it and not want anything else.”

I stood there for a few seconds in thought, and she, seeing the concern on my face, said with a laugh, “You men are so insecure about size. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t change you for anything or anyone.”

We moved all the packages off the bed except the vibrator and the gel, stripped our clothes, and laid down on the bed. Mary checked that the vibrator had batteries in it, washed it, turned it on, and began to run it over her nipples, which quickly became erect. She lay down on the bed and moved it around her body until it rested on her clitoris. Gradually, her breathing quickened, and she began to pant. I looked at her with desire; she was beautifully aroused, her mouth half open, her lips red and swollen, and her eyes closed. My cock was erect, and I wished for nothing more than to be able to insert it into her pussy.

“I can’t hold it in any longer; I have to get it in now,” she said in a lusty voice, “although I don’t need lube or gel, I think I’m going to suck it. Would you like me to suck your cock?”

“Yes, please,” I replied desperately.

“Too bad; it’s just me and the vibrator now. You’ll have to conform to just watching. Besides, seeing your look of desire and your desperation really turns me on.”

She took the vibrator into her mouth and began to lick it with relish, all along its length. When she had done this several times and the vibrator was soaked with her saliva, she began to suck the tip, and little by little, she began to take it in and out of her mouth, while she looked at me with provocative eyes and made sounds of satisfaction, “Humm, how big it is, humm, humm, and how hard, humm, when I insert it in me, I’m going to cum like crazy. Humm, and it won’t go flaccid immediately; I’ll be able to keep fucking him as long as I want. Humm, I’m going to stick it in me now, and all the way in.”

This provocative side that had been unleashed in Mary was totally new, and it was certainly driving me crazy with desire. And she was clearly enjoying herself and getting off on seeing my excitement and desire.

She rested the vibrator between the lips of her pussy and pushed to get the tip in. She clearly needed no lubrication; she was totally soaked and open, ready for the vibrator to enter her. She slowly pushed it in, her vaginal lips open and stretched around the thick cylinder. When the vibrator reached the bottom of her pussy, she threw her head back, formed an arch with her body, and, emitting a choked moan, she came.

She rested for a few seconds and then began to slowly thrust it in and out, enjoying the way it dilated her channel as it entered and contracted as it withdrew. She continued to masturbate until she reached another orgasm; by then, I had inadvertently moved my hand to my cock and was slowly masturbating, kneeling beside Mary as I watched her in ecstasy.

She went on to cum twice more before removing the vibrator. When I saw her satisfied face red with pleasure, her panting breath, and her breasts rising and falling in time with her breathing, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and, almost without realizing it, I came. My cum spurted out and landed on her belly and breasts. She looked at me, satisfied and playful, and said, “It seems that this toy gives a lot of pleasure ... to both of us.”

I lay down next to her, smiling, hugged her, and we fell asleep.

The next day, when we woke up, we looked at each other, and I asked her, “What shall we try now?”

“Yesterday we tried my ‘artificial cock’, so it’s only fair that we try your ‘artificial pussy’,” she replied, smiling.

I tried to provoke her, as she did me yesterday, by saying, “Maybe I’ll get used to this vagina too. It will always be wet without the need for preparation, and always ready, it will never ‘get a headache’.”

I said this in an attempt to provoke her, playing with the cliché of women refusing sex with the excuse that it hurts their heads, but she didn’t flinch and answered me with a mischievous smile, “As much as you like foreplay or licking my vagina, I don’t think you want to do without the preparation. And besides, you love to fondle and lick my breasts, and that pussy doesn’t have any.” And she stuck her tongue out at me in mockery.

I took the artificial vagina, applied lubricating gel, and laid down. Mary lay on my right side, leaning on her elbow and looking up at me. I slid the slit over my cock, which was already partially erect, starting from my testicles to the glans. When I reached the tip, I positioned the slit and began to descend, so that my cock was slowly pushed in. The texture was delicious, and with the help of the gel, the penetration was very exciting. I continued all the way down and started to move it up and down.

Mary looked at me with interest and began to fondle her breasts with her right hand. I played with the device, masturbating with it. The touch was extraordinary, soft, and firm at the same time. However, it lacked the warmth of a body. It was much better than masturbating with my hand, but infinitely worse than sex with my wife. I kept hammering away, enjoying the touch, and being able to pace myself exactly as my body demanded at every moment, until I couldn’t hold back any longer, thrust all the way in, and came inside.

When I looked to my right, Mary had her hand caressing her clitoris, and she reached a soft, controlled orgasm.

After showering and breakfast, we went back to the bedroom, ready to try some more things.

We decided that we would try some bondage, so popular lately after the famous ‘shadows’ books and movies, which, by the way, we had not seen or read.

To alternate, as I had tried the ‘artificial vagina’, it was now time to bind Mary with the leather handcuffs.

I took a piece of rope and tied four pieces to the four corners of the bed. I then attached the handcuffs by the rings to each of the pieces of rope. When everything was ready, I looked at Mary and said, “Now you can undress and lie down on the bed. Once you’re tied up, I can do ‘everything’ to you.”

She undressed and lay down on the bed, and I bound her with the handcuffs so that she had her arms and legs stretched out and pinned at the four corners. I then put the mask on her, adding, “I don’t want you to see what I’ll do to you; I’m sure the surprise is exciting. Besides, with your sight gone, your other senses and your sensations will be heightened.”

I went to the kitchen, took a tub of ice cream out of the freezer, and grabbed a spoon. I went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, looking at Mary’s beautiful body, all exposed before me, and offering herself to me. I began to caress her, resting my hand gently on one spot on her body, then lifting my hand and resting it on a completely different one, so that she could not sense where I would touch her next. I kept caressing and teasing her like this for a while, avoiding touching her nipples and pussy, but getting very close to them so that she would get desperate waiting for me to touch her in those spots.

When I saw that she was quite aroused and lubrication was starting to appear in her pussy, I scooped up some ice cream with the spoon and dropped it on her left nipple. Her body arched, and she let out a moan of surprise, pain, and pleasure. I waited a few seconds for the cold sensation to come over her. Then, I moved my mouth closer and licked the ice cream and her breast. Her nipple, already hard and excited before the ice cream, had become even more swollen and rock-hard. I fiddled with my tongue on her nipple for a while and then took it into my mouth, transmitting all the warmth of my body, in contrast to the coldness she had felt a few moments ago.

She was very excited by the sensations; she moaned and gasped with her mouth half open and her lips swollen and red.

I repeated the sequence again on the right nipple, which again caused her to jerk from the contrast between the cold and the heat, and from the sensations my mouth was giving her.

I kept alternating ice and mouth on both nipples and getting her more and more excited each time, until she started begging me, “Please, no more, fuck me, I need to cum.”

She squirmed and tried to move, but the restraints prevented her from moving more than a few inches.

Then, I took another scoop of ice cream and dropped it on her clitoris. She made a guttural sound, started to shake, and I could see a gigantic orgasm come over her. I waited a few seconds and began to lick her vagina and clitoris, which unleashed new orgasms in her. I couldn’t tell you how many; it was like a continuous orgasm that lasted several minutes as I licked her, chaining one with another until she was immobile and exhausted.

“You seem to have enjoyed it ‘a bit’,” I said, smiling and teasing her.

“Yes, it was wonderful.”

“I haven’t come yet, and I’m not going to be able to resist this beautiful body I have before me, so we’re not done yet. I’m going to fuck you until I can’t take anymore either.”

“Even if I wasn’t tied up, I’m so exhausted I wouldn’t be able to resist, nor would I want to...” she gasped back at me.

I lay down between her spread legs and placed my cock between her vaginal lips. She was literally dripping. As I started to penetrate her, I felt no resistance; she was so lubricated and dilated, so I pushed my cock all the way in, eliciting a little moan from her. I grabbed both of her breasts and caressed them with my fingers. I had become almost as aroused as she was by the game, so after a few thrusts in and out, I came, spurting multiple streams of cum inside her, which joined the numerous fluids that drenched her.

For me, it was an equally overwhelming orgasm.

I lay on top of her, panting, until I recovered. I untied her, and we lay there, cuddled and satisfied, until lunchtime.

After lunch, with new strength, we went back to the bedroom.

She said, “Now it’s my turn to tie you up, and I’m going to take revenge for all the times you’ve turned me on without letting me cum.”

She tied my arms and legs at the four corners, as I had done to her, and put the mask on me as well. I stood there, waiting for what she would do to me. The uncertainty of not knowing what to expect was exciting.

Suddenly, I felt her hands sliding down my chest. She had undoubtedly put lubricant on her hands. It was a delicious sensation. She went all over my body—legs, stomach, arms, chest, neck—everything but my genitals, which she avoided as I had avoided hers. She moved her hands gently, caressing me, pinching my nipples, which had become hard, caressing the inside of my thighs, and approaching my cock. It seemed that she would finally touch it, but she always avoided it. I felt my erection as hard as a rock, throbbing and wanting her to touch me there.

Suddenly she grabbed the base of my cock, and I felt her lips around my glans and her tongue licking it. The warmth and softness of her mouth turned me on even more. I tried to arch up and thrust my hips to enter her mouth, but she was holding my pubis, and I couldn’t move. She continued to play with my glans for a while, and suddenly her mouth descended, and she took part of my cock in her mouth, all the way to the back of her mouth. I felt an indescribable pleasure. I was panting and moaning, moving my hips as little as she would let me. I was very excited, but as she didn’t move and didn’t allow me to move, I couldn’t reach my orgasm, which was very close.

She began to move up and down very slowly and leisurely, running her tight lips around my cock, moving up until she had just the tip of the glans between her lips, and then down until my cock was touching the entrance to her throat.

When she noticed that my tremors were accelerating and my orgasm was about to explode, she pulled her mouth and hands away completely. I was desperate and begged her to continue, but she laughed and said I would have to wait longer.

She waited for me to calm down and started stroking me again, and then went on to give me a very slow blow job, always holding me down so I couldn’t control the pace and couldn’t come. Again, when I was almost about to cum, she stopped and left me very frustrated.

I could hardly think anymore. With my eyes covered, the sensations produced by her hands and mouth were multiplied. She began to play and tease me once more. This time, I noticed that she moved on the bed and that her knees were placed around my waist. One hand gripped the base of my cock, and another held me in the middle of it. Suddenly, I felt around my glans something very wet, very hot, and very soft. She had descended until the tip of my cock entered her vagina. I felt in glory and waited for her to go lower and for me to penetrate her lovely pussy, but she didn’t move. I tried to move my hips, but she held me down, and I couldn’t move. In desperation, I babbled and begged her to let me come.

Suddenly, she withdrew her hands and let herself fall hard against me, impaling herself on my cock to the hilt. As I thrust into her and felt that velvety, wet, burning channel around my cock, I gasped and came in a wild, overwhelming orgasm that left me exhausted.

A prolonged moan from her and her immobility told me that she had come at the same time. But she didn’t stop; she kept riding me, rubbing her clitoris against my pubis, and going up and down on my cock. I was so excited that I hadn’t lost my erection after cumming. It had decreased slightly, but when she started going up and down on my cock, I got it back again. She continued like that, enjoying the pleasure my body was giving her and linking one orgasm after another, until, after cumming four times, she let herself fall exhausted on top of me. She removed my blindfold, kissed me intensely, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, nibbling my lips, and said, “I love you.”

I replied, almost hoarse from gasping, “Me too. You are gorgeous and the most desirable woman in the world.”

Exhausted as we were, I fetched some food and drink from the kitchen, which we took in bed and laid there all the time until we fell fast asleep, cuddled, and satisfied.

The next day, when we woke up, we started talking about the previous day and the toys. I started the conversation by saying, “Yesterday was great; I had a wonderful time. It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed myself so much and desired you so much.”

“Yes,” she replied, “I enjoyed it very much, and it was very exciting to feel how you craved me. The whole idea of the toys was a very good one.”

“What did we try today?”

“I don’t like the anal plug; I’ve never been tempted by anal sex. I think it’s painful, and I think it’s degrading for women. We have a vagina for a reason. With anal sex, only the man who fucks you enjoys it; it’s like feeling used without getting pleasure. But we can try any other toy.”

When she said this, my hopes of having anal sex with her went up in smoke. I had secretly fantasized about it a few times, but I hadn’t dared to propose it to her, thinking it might be painful for her and maybe a bit dirty. I had thought about it as a fantasy, imagining myself kneeling behind her, looking at her beautiful buttocks, and with my cock in her rectum, but without actually seeing it come true.

However, there were still other toys to try, so I suggested, “What do you say we try the vibrating bullet? It can be very exciting to go out on the street or to a restaurant with me controlling the remote, increasing or decreasing the power to excite you to the brink of orgasm.”

“All right,” she replied, “but if it’s about teasing and denial, you should put on the cock cage in return.”

“Well, fair enough. If it’s okay with you, after breakfast we’ll go for a walk in the park, and then we’ll go eat at some restaurant.”

After breakfast, I grabbed the vibrating bullet and made sure that both the bullet and the remote had batteries. I checked the operation and saw that it had several vibration modes and several power levels. It had two buttons to change modes and two buttons to turn the power up and down. It always indicated the status on a small screen. I washed and lubricated the bullet and gave it to Mary, who pulled down her trousers and panties, inserted it into her vagina, and pulled them back up.

I tried activating it for a few seconds, and she gasped and looked at me with a playful grin.

She took the cock cage, which was made of metal with bars lengthwise and crosswise, curved downwards, and knelt in front of me. I pulled down my trousers, and she checked the different sizes of rings until she found the one that would fit snugly behind my testicles, not too tight so as not to cut off the circulation, but not too loose to allow me to escape or too loose to chafe the skin.

I had become aroused by her manipulation and was also thinking about how exciting the day would be, so I had an erection, and it was difficult to put the cock cage tube on. She went to the bathroom and came back with a cloth soaked in very cold water. She put it on my crotch, and quickly my erection disappeared and my testicles shrank. She then inserted my cock into the cock cage tube until the tube joined the ring. She took the small padlock that came with the cock cage, placed it on the lock that joined the two parts, and closed it.

She looked at me smiling, took one of the small keys from the padlock, and said, “I’m going to hide one of the copies at home so it doesn’t get lost. Wait a few minutes. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

She left and returned shortly after, took the second copy of the key, took off a little chain she used to wear around her neck with a little pendant on it, hooked the key on the chain, and put it back around her neck, saying, “This stays ‘safe’ until I decide. Now, like you, I am going to check that this toy ‘works well’”.