I married my High School sweetheart. Four years of necking and groping each other came to an end and there we were, at long last, free to "do it!"
"It" was what some might think of a wedding night to be. Romance, candlelight, lots of kissing and finally the act itself. Fucking. That's what I thought of it as...but my husband thought I was crude to say so verbally. He preferred 'making love' to me.
Being his new bride and still a virgin at the time, I went along with his way of thinking for quite some time. It would start out with kissing. Little smooches then some tongue action to follow. His hand would start to roam down my body. Softly touching, gently stroking my hair or back, maybe my shoulders. I would start to get hot and bothered and squirm in his arms, trying to rub up against him. Then he would whisper softly in my ear, "Slow down baby, let me make love to you."
So I had to hold myself in check and wait until he would finally get around to fucking me. And he did that in a nice guy kind of way too. It left me unsatisfied in the end. My urges held back made me bitchy. And our marriage was starting to suffer from my discontent.
Sometime I grew restless and paced around like a caged animal. My desires for a good, hard fucking driving me on. My husband couldn't or wouldn't understand why I wanted to be so 'crude,' as he phrased it. I would feel ashamed of myself for awhile then the frustration would mount again.
Finally I decided it was time to purchase some sex toys to give myself some release, or I'd just go nuts. I felt like a walking mass of horniness, oozing sexual vibrations via my, always damp, pussy. I was beyond being shy when I entered an 'Adult Store' I'd noticed on my drive to and from work. There were only two other cars in the parking lot, so I wouldn't have to deal with a lot of perverts, like myself, inside.
I found a sexual wonderland inside that shabby looking little building. They had every kind of sex toy, aide, lotion, just to name a few, that a person could possibly want. Dildos that were the colors of the rainbow, black and of course flesh colored. I checked out everything they offered and it took quite some time to decide what I wanted. By the time I did decide and had paid for my new 'toys' it had gotten late. I was about an hour later then usual getting home.
My husband had left a message on the answering machine, saying he wouldn't be home until about 10:00 pm, it was now 7. I smiled to myself and went into our bedroom. I laid out the items I had bought and changed from my work cloths into a sexy little number I'd had hidden away.
It was one piece of black, stretchy lace, made as a thong with a big bow in the small of my back. The legs were cut high and it was crotchless. I put on black, spiky heels to help set the mood. I felt very sexy when I looked in the full length mirror in our room. I'm 5'1" tall, but the heels gave me a good four extra inches and making my legs look long. I shave my snatch, even though my husband didn't think it a healthy process, and through the black lace, it looked very edible indeed. My breasts are just enough as far as I'm concerned, my 36B's were plenty for my petite frame. I turned around, still looking in the mirror and checked my ass out. "Pretty nice ass ya got girlfriend" I said to my reflection then giggled.
Just to be on the safe side, I went and locked the bolt lock on the front door so my nice guy would have to wait for me to open it. Now was not the time to surprise him with my toys.
Returning to the bedroom I lowered the light and turned on some music I found very sensual, they lay on the bed. As I listened to the music, I used my hand to stroke my already wet pussy. My fingers parted the velvety lips and rubbed up and down my slit. My other hand had gone to one of my tits and was cupping it and fondling the handful of breast. I rubbed my nipple and it quickly hardened and stood up. After a few minutes of this, I reached over and picked up the vibrator. It was about 7" long and I had to twist the bottom to bring it to life.
