Damn! He was in love with her. Almost five and a half years together now, and still whenever he thought of her, his heart would swell until his chest ached. His heart was not the only organ to increase in size with thoughts of her.
His only regret in life was the forty-five years he had spent looking for a partner and lover like her. There had been two ex wives and a few other significant women along the way. But without exception, those relationships had all followed the same pattern. A short period of passion and sex, followed by a decline in all aspects of the relationship that had left him emotionally wounded. As a result, he had been alone for almost five years, one short fling excepted, and he was wary of letting the potential for heartbreak back into his life.
She was a couple of years removed from a sixteen year passionless marriage, and at times, still seethed with the bitterness of spousal betrayal and infidelity. Her general opinion of men was that they were totally untrustworthy because all their decisions were made by their penis.
They had met through the graces of an online dating service. Both had joined on a lark, unwilling to admit that loneliness was the real reason behind their membership.
After the first few months of reading through bios, each had met and dated a few other people. He had never seen anyone again after the initial meeting/date. She, on the other hand, had made a couple of friends. She liked both of them but knew neither one was right for her. She was sure of that after sleeping with one of them once.
They had corresponded via email for a few weeks until finally exchanging phone numbers. They both liked what they were finding out about the other and decided to meet face to face. After a few failed attempts to get together, they had met for a beer at a park near her house. After a six pack of beer and a couple of hours of chatting it was obvious to them both an attraction was there and they agreed to go on an actual date the following Saturday. Neither one had any idea the spark of attraction would ignite into the roaring flames of passion that burned still.
After a bottle of wine, they had kissed and touched for hours in the back of his pickup truck. It surprised them both when they ended up in her bed on their very first date. He always remembered that first fumbling, bumbling night with a grin in his heart.Neither had been very good between the sheets that night.
With practice, that all changed. They became very, very good at pleasing each other. It became the routine to be together on Monday and Thursday evenings. He would get home from work around five and prepare a dinner. She would arrive before six. They would eat and share their day, have a few glasses of wine and end up in his bedroom for the next few hours, in a place they came to know as "Magicland".
For her part, she was no innocent. At the same time, she had missed the revolution of the seventies and her experience was somewhat limited. She had lost her virginity fairly late for the era. Almost twenty-one. Her marriage, she would laugh, was once a quarter, wham bam sex that did nothing for her. The result of all this had been to suppress her sensuality and sexuality. She had admitted to him she had never had an orgasm from intercourse and had rarely masturbated.
He on the other hand, had come of age in the full bloom of the sexual revolution and had been with many women in the course of his travels and travails. He was not a big man, in either stature or endowment, and this had always clouded his opinion of his qualities as a lover. He was, of course, unaware that these very traits had helped him to become quite good as a lover. Because of his perceived inadequacies, he had always been more interested in pleasing, and the pleasure of his partners, than in his own satisfaction. That alone separated him as a lover from any other man she had ever experienced.
But enough of the background info and onto the rest of, and most interesting part of, the story.
After the initial fumbling and bumbling of that first time together, they both discovered joy in exploring their sexuality. As time went by, they were both surprised that each and every time they were together, the sex seemed to be better than the last. She discovered she was indeed orgasmic, with each one being more explosive than the last. Sometimes, she would have as many as a dozen shattering orgasms in one session. For him, he was astounded by her sensuality and responsiveness. It made him feel like such a stud and he felt that joy to the very soul of his being.
Early on in their relationship he would hold back in order to prolong her pleasure (as he did to this day) and naturally, he could not maintain an erection for the hours they were together. So he would do the next best thing. He would go down on her. With his tongue on her clit, he had inserted one finger in her pussy to see what she would do. When she had squirmed and pushed back against him, he was thrilled by her response. He had continued this way for a while and then he used two fingers and her response had been even stronger. If two was good, then three should be even better. And it was! Pretty soon he was using four fingers, his mouth no longer on her, and she was fucking him with wild abandon as he pistoned his hand in and out of her. She loved it! She really liked the idea of being stretched, she said.
The very next day he had stopped by the local adult store and procured two items for her (and his) pleasure. One was a normal sized, adjustable speed vibrator with a sleeve that was all knobby. Of all the toys he subsequently bought, this would always be her favorite. He also bought a huge dildo. It was made of soft red plastic, shaped with glans and the veins of a real cock. It was also twelve inches long. Most amazing was that it was over three inches thick and almost eight inches around. He wondered at the time if it was going to be a waste of money.
The next time they made love, he introduced her to the vibrator and she fell in love with it immediately, as he knew she would. After all those non-orgasmic years, she had quite a few in reserve and with the vibe's help, she appeared determined to catch up. It just seemed to make her hotter and even more orgasmic. He couldn't have been any happier. She would hold it to her clit while he was inside her. She would rub it on her clit as she slid it in and out of her pussy with him in her mouth. She used it on her nipples. She would even let him watch her play as he recovered. It thrilled and satisfied him in ways he had never experienced before. Some men may have felt threatened, but not him. He viewed it as an ixtension of his ongoing mindset. Anything for her pleasure. Anything to keep her wanting to come to his bed. He loved it and so did she. She had never been so satisfied or had so much joy in bed. He made sex fun for her.
He waited a couple of weeks before introducing her to the big red dildo. He hid it under the bed and had waited til she had cum twice, once with him inside her and once with her 'favorite'. She was lying on her back with her legs open and him playing with her pussy. He reached under the bed and slyly brought out the dildo without her seeing what he was doing. He took some lube from the bedside and liberally coated the red monster. He then placed it against her pussy lips. Her eyes, which had been closed, popped open to look directly into his.
"I have a surprise for you", he said. "I hope you enjoy it."
With her looking into his eyes, he slowly pushed the dildo past her lips until just the tip was in. She closed her eyes.
"Do you want more?" he asked.
"MMmmmmm, yes." she replied.
He applied a steady but gentle pressure and allowed her to squirm and wiggle more of it into her. When she had half of the big red dildo inside her now stretched pussy, he abruptly pulled it out.
"Do you like it? Does it feel good?" he asked.
"Yes, Oh God, yes! What is it?" she wanted to know.
