Straight Female / 28
Even though we're still in our twenties after seven years together, 5 years married, our sex life was becoming a bit stale, a bit boring and, worst of all, predictable. So when my husband, Paul, suggested we try a sex toy I was all for it.
So, I chose a dildo off the net and when it arrived it looked exactly like the photo. Very lifelike, skin coloured with a realistic head and a scrotum that housed a suction pad. The problem was that I hadn't realised just how big the thing was. Think of a 10" long beer can and you might get some idea of its girth and length. For me it was enormous
That night, in bed, I tried it. But, try as I might it just wouldn't go in. I think, probably, I was frightened that the thing was going to hurt and I was, naturally, very nervous and uptight. But, I didn't give up. The next night I was a little bit more adventurous. We stuck it on the kitchen floor and I straddled it on my knees. But, even though it was covered with some jelly stuff Paul had bought, nothing happened. But, we persevered, Paul thought maybe I was trying too hard, too clinical. So, we had lots of foreplay to help me relax and get in the mood. But, even so, as soon as I attempted to put it in I would immediately tense up and it would all end in frustration. Finally, we both became really pissed off with the thing and in total defeat I threw it in a drawer.
Then, a few weeks ago, on our second bottle of wine, Paul suggested we try again. My stomach turned over at the thought. But I knew Paul really wanted to do it. So, very reluctantly, I agreed but I was dreading it.
It was Paul's idea to attach it to the toilet lid. So, with my skirt around my waist, I lowered myself, very gingerly, on to it. And, of course you've guessed, nothing happened. It just stayed there, try sitting on a thermos flask - well not quite - would give you some idea of how difficult it was. But, even though it wasn't inside me, I could see that Paul was really turned on. So, just wanting to get the thing over, I unzipped him and took him in my mouth. Whenever I suck Paul I, instinctively, rock to and fro, it happens involuntarily whether I'm turned on or not. So, there I was leaning forward, legs straddling a toilet, and hoping Paul wasn't going to take forever. Whether it was the alcohol, or because I just didn't care, I don't know. But, I was beginning to get quite turned on, wet, and my own wetness was combining with the jelly, and the head was sliding along my c**t - sorry, but I hate the word pussy - and I discovered, that if I positioned myself just right, that I could push it up against my clit, not inside you understand. So I rocked and Paul moaned and talked dirty, only when were doing it. And Pauls breathing was getting heavier, more intense and it was infectious and I arched my back a little because I know he loves me to doing this. I know when Paul is about to cum because he always takes hold of my head and pulls me on to him. This was the cue to use my tongue, predictable, so I rolled it around the head. And then quite suddenly, amazingly, it happened. I think I'd lost all my inhibitions, swept away in the moment, pushing back without thinking, but the head - this is not a made up story so it was just the head - slipped in and I came. Just to say 'I came.' doesn't do justice to the incredible explosion between my legs. Never had I experienced anything like it. I was maxed out, filled up and it went on and on rolling through me, like being touched with a live electric wire and I threw my head back and screamed. Then, incredibly, when Paul lifted me up to my feet and it came out I came again. Paul held onto me as my legs went into spasm, trembling uncontrollably. Again, again and again. How many times I don't know.
I don't know how long I stayed like that, trembling like a leaf and crying on Pauls shoulder. Only when something sticky slipped over my eyelid did I realise, for the first time ever, that my face was covered in cum. And even that was very, very wonderful.
Our sex life is now incredible. But, and this is the problem, only when we use the dildo. (I'm half way down the shaft now. But that's really my limit.) When Paul, not me, wants 'conventional' sex I just can't feel him and just fake it. He's never, bless him, been very big.
Is it normal to want my dildo more than my husband?
So, I chose a dildo off the net and when it arrived it looked exactly like the photo. Very lifelike, skin coloured with a realistic head and a scrotum that housed a suction pad. The problem was that I hadn't realised just how big the thing was. Think of a 10" long beer can and you might get some idea of its girth and length. For me it was enormous
That night, in bed, I tried it. But, try as I might it just wouldn't go in. I think, probably, I was frightened that the thing was going to hurt and I was, naturally, very nervous and uptight. But, I didn't give up. The next night I was a little bit more adventurous. We stuck it on the kitchen floor and I straddled it on my knees. But, even though it was covered with some jelly stuff Paul had bought, nothing happened. But, we persevered, Paul thought maybe I was trying too hard, too clinical. So, we had lots of foreplay to help me relax and get in the mood. But, even so, as soon as I attempted to put it in I would immediately tense up and it would all end in frustration. Finally, we both became really pissed off with the thing and in total defeat I threw it in a drawer.
Then, a few weeks ago, on our second bottle of wine, Paul suggested we try again. My stomach turned over at the thought. But I knew Paul really wanted to do it. So, very reluctantly, I agreed but I was dreading it.
It was Paul's idea to attach it to the toilet lid. So, with my skirt around my waist, I lowered myself, very gingerly, on to it. And, of course you've guessed, nothing happened. It just stayed there, try sitting on a thermos flask - well not quite - would give you some idea of how difficult it was. But, even though it wasn't inside me, I could see that Paul was really turned on. So, just wanting to get the thing over, I unzipped him and took him in my mouth. Whenever I suck Paul I, instinctively, rock to and fro, it happens involuntarily whether I'm turned on or not. So, there I was leaning forward, legs straddling a toilet, and hoping Paul wasn't going to take forever. Whether it was the alcohol, or because I just didn't care, I don't know. But, I was beginning to get quite turned on, wet, and my own wetness was combining with the jelly, and the head was sliding along my c**t - sorry, but I hate the word pussy - and I discovered, that if I positioned myself just right, that I could push it up against my clit, not inside you understand. So I rocked and Paul moaned and talked dirty, only when were doing it. And Pauls breathing was getting heavier, more intense and it was infectious and I arched my back a little because I know he loves me to doing this. I know when Paul is about to cum because he always takes hold of my head and pulls me on to him. This was the cue to use my tongue, predictable, so I rolled it around the head. And then quite suddenly, amazingly, it happened. I think I'd lost all my inhibitions, swept away in the moment, pushing back without thinking, but the head - this is not a made up story so it was just the head - slipped in and I came. Just to say 'I came.' doesn't do justice to the incredible explosion between my legs. Never had I experienced anything like it. I was maxed out, filled up and it went on and on rolling through me, like being touched with a live electric wire and I threw my head back and screamed. Then, incredibly, when Paul lifted me up to my feet and it came out I came again. Paul held onto me as my legs went into spasm, trembling uncontrollably. Again, again and again. How many times I don't know.
I don't know how long I stayed like that, trembling like a leaf and crying on Pauls shoulder. Only when something sticky slipped over my eyelid did I realise, for the first time ever, that my face was covered in cum. And even that was very, very wonderful.
Our sex life is now incredible. But, and this is the problem, only when we use the dildo. (I'm half way down the shaft now. But that's really my limit.) When Paul, not me, wants 'conventional' sex I just can't feel him and just fake it. He's never, bless him, been very big.
Is it normal to want my dildo more than my husband?
