I suppose you could trace it back to that warm September morning in 2016. Cliche I know, but after 15 years of marriage things had gotten a little stale and infrequent in the bedroom. I'd decided to attempt to spice things up and to do so I purchased a dildo from the internet, discreetly delivered and after a good clean and sanitise it was in the drawer ready to go.
I hadn't put too much thought into 'dildo selection' and had just gone into the favourites section and picked out the best value, which happened to be the 2nd biggest seller. It came in a choice of colours from light pink to dark black. Decided on the 4th of the 5 colours, that being dark brown. Now this wasn't for any deep rooted reasons you might think, the light pink and pink versions reminded me of a children's programme 'Morph' so you get the idea. Besides, the contrast in colour from Melanie's pink vagina and alabaster white skin to the dark brown silicone rubber dildo. Size wise I had opted for 9" as I was 7" and I supposed i'd need an inch or so for grip, girth wise it was slightly wider than my own real artillery piece!
This particular morning we warmed up by me stroking her all over intermixed with some kissing. This escalated when my right hand parted her legs ever so slightly and I slid my middle finger into her opening, slowly caressing her warm moist hole. I continued this for a while as I felt her getting more into the moment.
"Melanie, would you want to try something different?" I asked.
"What do you mean, different?" She asked, her breath slightly deeper.
"I got us a toy, a dildo, thought it might spice things up a little." I paused to gauge her reaction. She thought for a moment and asked to see it. I nodded and rolled over to the bedside drawer and pulled it out and handed it to her.
She held it in her hand and said "it's very big, i'm not sure. Go on then but be careful please." With that she handed me back the dildo and we continued to kiss and caress.
I began to move down her body kissing and using my tongue, lingering on her boobs and nipples before descending to her navel and below. I arrived at her well kept bush and the sweet smell of her arousal. As I shifted my position I was now between her legs and began eating her out. After a few short minutes she felt ready, her wetness signalled the time to begin. Slowing the pace of my tongue brushing her clit, I reached with my free hand for the dildo.
I retrieved the bottle of lube from the bedside unit and liberally applied it to the dark dildo, it was glistening in the morning half-light. I removed my tongue and mouth from her hole and rubbed it a couple of times with my thumb and forefinger confirming her wetness. Positioning the brown head of the dildo at her entrance, I swooped down and gave her clit a good lick for good luck as I eased the rubber cock into her.
"Ooh!" She said, "it feels hard."
"Just relax." I reassured her, moving the first 3 or 4 inches into her. After a slow start, she closed her eyes and began to get more into it, moving her hips to meet the thrusts of the rubber dick. Now that she had relaxed and loosened up I fed almost the full length into her and before long her breathing became noticeably shallow and quicker. Her hips bucking in time to meet the dildo, all 9" was now plunging in and out of her fuck hole.
With a groan she came, "uughh.." and slowed her pace right down. She touched my head with her hand, which I took as a signal to stop. I slowly began removing the dildo, watching as each inch reappeared. Soon the head plopped out, followed by a small fanny fart.
"I'm sorry." Melanie said, slightly embarrassed.
"Don't worry, it's perfectly normal, as long as you enjoyed it!"
With that, we cuddled up. At 45 and 41 respectively it's a challenge to keep things fresh and exciting. That morning wasn't the norm. I wanted to maximise the occasion, I wanted to find out more of what turned her on in order to be able to push her buttons in the right way.
I asked her what she was thinking of when she came. As always she was reluctant to be forthcoming with details. She pointed out my double standard though.
"Lenny, you can't talk! What turns you on?"
She had me there. It's not like I could admit to thinking about her friend who I dated briefly before we got together. Equally out were any number of fantasies born out of porn, as anyone who's ever surfed Pornhub etc will testify there's a lot of masturbatory fuel out there.
I decided to play on the edge, kissing her neck and with my hand on her thigh gently stroking and massaging her.
"Okay, sometimes when i'm getting in the mood. I fantasise that I'm watching you get fucked by another guy." As I told her this my hand moved back to her vagina, kneading between my thumb and forefinger.
"No way! I could never do that!." She retorted. Her vagina though told a different story as once more it became very wet, very quickly. She came again, this time very quickly.
That signalled the end of that morning's entertainment, we talked for a short while agreeing that all it was was a fantasy. You could never risk doing anything like that, especially in a small market town like Salisbury, not without running into the wrong people in the supermarket etc. Could you imagine the embarrassment and awkwardness? I mean it was fine for role-play etc but a fantasy it would most likely stay.
Fast forward to summer 2018, I was due to fly out to San Diego for a series of meetings and seminars. I usually attend these with Dave Kelly, my colleague. However he was unable to attend this time due to his wife giving birth around that time. No biggie, I'd flown solo on these before, but I had an idea. I asked Melanie if she fancied a vacation, she was delighted and began planning outfits and making lists of things to do and see. This was important as she would have several hours to kill on certain days when I was in meetings. All in all though the Planning of the trip went flawlessly and the day of the flights was soon bearing down on us.
