When I woke up, the feeling in my penis had returned. Everything seemed normal and I was relieved and happy about that. Julia asked me if everything was ok when she came into the bathroom. I confirmed that everything seemed normal. She looked relieved but she did tell me that we may have to experiment with that a bit.
A few days later, I found the lidocaine and decided to experiment. I rubbed it liberally all over my cock and then put a condom on. After about ten minutes, my cock was thoroughly numb, and quite small due to a slight chill in the air. I sat down at my computer and started surfing porn, looking for long nails or another fetish. I found a few and started rubbing myself. I could not feel a thing. What's more, I stayed tiny. I could not do anything to get an erection.
Normally, just looking at fetish porn will get me hard, or at least semi hard. Not with it numb. I took the condom off after about thirty minutes and my cock stayed numb for several hours. I tried to go back several times during the numbness and get an erection, but it was impossible for me until the numbness had almost completely ceased.
A few days later Julia came into my office and asked me if I would have time to go shopping that evening. Shopping is not my thing and she knows it. She was watching my face when she said, "I want to go to an adult bookstore and shop for strap-ons." She grinned devilishly.
I was a bit reluctant but excited. In fact, I started to get an erection at the thought of it. This was relieving since I had become a little concerned about being limp sometimes. Needless to say, it was hard to concentrate on work for the rest of the afternoon.
That evening we drove to a large adult toy store and porn theater. Once in the door, Julia walked up to the young lady at the register and asked, "Could you please help us find a strap-on?"
I was mortified.
She walked us back to a wall of dildos and started asking questions like we were shopping for appliances. I could not believe how nonchalantly my wife was talking about this.
"Who is it for?" the clerk asked.
"I want to use it on him."
"What size?"
"I'm not sure. What size do they come in?"
With that the clerk pulled down a small blue one that looked like a vibrator on a harness. It was probably four inches long and very thin. She handed it to my wife and said, "That is probably the smallest." She then walked down the wall and picked up a massive black cock that looked like it had been formed from the real thing but bigger than I could imagine anyone having or using. It must have been fifteen inches long and so wide I could not put my hand around it. "And this would be the largest," the clerk said.
I was a bit relieved when Julia said, "That one is too big." I was turned on by the thought of a large cock, but I didn't think there was any way in the world that it could actually fit inside of me.
We kept shopping, Julia chatting with the clerk, and me being mostly ignored. Julia picked up a fairly large one, fashioned like a real cock, and asked, "Why is this one hollow?"
The clerk took it from her and said, "Oh this one is for him to wear for use on you." Julia and I were both a little perplexed. The clerk went on to explain that it fit over my cock and it was used by men who were either impotent or wanted to be a little bigger for their lover.
A smile crept across my wife's face. "But he won't be able to feel me if he wears that."
"True," the clerk said, "but it's really designed for your pleasure and not his. You can get any size, texture, or even type that you want." With that she picked up a few different sizes, even one that was spiraled, and showed them to my wife.
