"Baby?" My wife called to me while I was in the shower. "They need me down at the gym- I'll bring supper home with me later tonight."
"OK." I called back, massaging shampoo into my scalp. I felt a slight sense of disappointment: we usually got to fit in some nice Saturday afternoon loving, and I had already been fantasizing about it, casually soaping up my dick.
"Tina's going to stop by and pick up something- I'm going to leave it on the table for her."
The mention of Tina got a response from the old one-eyed bandit: it jumped playfully at the thought of the curly-haired red-head. I rewarded it with a handful of shampoo suds.
"No problem." I shouted. "See ya tonight, honey."
Drying my hair with a towel, I walked through the kitchen in my bathrobe, heading out to the wash room where my favorite jeans were in the dryer.
There was a decorated gift bag on the table, and I peeked quickly inside it as I passed, still walking.
What I saw inside stopped me dead in my tracks. I carefully poked the top of the bag wider and my mouth dropped open in astonishment.
Inside the bag were several dildo's of various sizes and colors.
I couldn't believe my eyes. These weren't in a package or anything- they weren't some sort of party gift for a bachelorette party or a gag gift or anything- these were real, and apparently well-used.
My wife and I had been married for three years. We had what I considered a pretty good sex-life. Jillian was a personal trainer at a Cardio Karate studio, and she was in dynamite shape- long, muscular legs, a cute, heart-shaped face and streaked blonde hair.
We fucked three or four times a week, which was better than all my other married friends got-at least according to their laments at our weekly poker game.
True- it was getting kind of same old/same old: we'd start with a bit of fondling, then she'd give me a little head -- maybe I'd return the favor if we didn't just go ahead and get to fucking- usually her on top cowgirl-style. On Saturdays we'd usually have a light lunch with a bottle of wine, and maybe find our way into a little 69, which would very occasionally lead to a little anal sex.
I didn't have any complaints. Jillian never seemed to mind either- but then, we never really talked much about sex much either, I realized.
I certainly would have never guessed that my wife had a bag full of dildos lying around the house.
I took the bag into the front room and sat down in my favorite easy chair.
I pulled out the biggest dildo- a monstrous black thing shaped like an elongated bullet that had to be close to a foot long. It was a vibrator, I realized as I twisted the dial at the base of it. It nearly jumped out of my hand, and I quickly switched it off.
This massive thing had been inside my wife's tight little cunt? I sniffed the hard plastic, but didn't smell any whiff of pussy. I tentatively touched my tongue to it, wondering if I would taste a hint of my wife, but there was no trace.
I set it aside on the coffee table and pulled out another one. This one was a little smaller, but still huge, made of a softer plastic and covered with varying patterns of ridges and bumps. This one apparently needed more power than batteries could provide- it had an electric cord dangling from the end of it. I gave it the same smell and taste test, but again there was nothing.
The third one I pulled out was very life-like, and made of some fleshy-feeling material. I held it up and studied it closely from all angles. It occurred to me that this one was just about exactly my size, and I yanked my robe open to expose my hard-on, which I was kind of surprised to discover was raging at full mast.
I held the dildo next to it, and was pleased to discover that not only was I almost exactly the same length (at least when I pressed it in against my pubis a little), but I was actually a little wider- only a very little at the mushroom-shaped head, but quite a bit so further down.
I stroked my own cock with my free hand, and then stroked the dildo next to it. The feel was remarkably similar.
I noticed a pearly drop of pre-cum at the tip of my wand: without any real thought about it, I smeared it onto the head of the dildo.
I raised it up to my eyes, then inserted the head of the fake cock into my mouth and sucked, tasting the slightly tangy flavor of myself.
As I did this, my eyes went to the screen door. To my absolute horror, Tina stood there, her eyes cupped to the screen as she watched me.
I shrieked like a girl and shot to my feet, running out of the room in mindless terror. I found myself in the bathroom, the door locked, staring at myself in the mirror and listening in horrified shock and awe as I heard her footsteps approach the door.
Tina tapped lightly on the door. "Uh- you want to come on out, Scott? It's not like I don't know you're in there."
"Nah, I'm allright." I said, in a voice so normal that even I was surprised. "You're stuff is in the front room there. I'll let Jillian know you stopped by."
I could hear her fingernails scratching on the door. "Hmmm. I don't think so. You better come on out, or I might be the one letting Jillian know I stopped by."
My eyes widened in horror. "What? What -- what does that mean?"
"Just get out here." She said, and her footsteps retreated to the front room.
I hesitantly made my way to the front room, cinching my robe firmly. She was sitting in the same chair I had been, and she was holding up the dildo I had last been seen sucking on, examining it with interest.
She smiled sweetly. "You really looked like you liked this one." She said. "I bet Jillian never knew you liked to suck cock."
I bridled. "I don't suck cock!"
She shrugged. "I saw what I saw." She flipped it to me, and I caught it automatically. "Do it again."
I threw it down. "No fucking way. I thought you were Jillian's friend?" I said accusingly.