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30 Days: Nov. 7th
🕑 Added 2024-03-09 21:35:52 +0000 UTCDear David,
Oh my goodness! The looks you were giving me last night before you went to work. So intense! So cute! Is somebody starting to feel the pressure? Feeling a little horny, are we? He he he. That’s how I was feeling the day before. Until I released some tension. I am feeling MUCH more relaxed now. It’s funny. Usually it’s the other way around with you and me. You told me once that you masturbate most of the days that you and I aren’t intimate. I didn’t understand why you did it. As if I wasn’t enough or something. But now I can see why. Now I know your secret. I understand how when I’m all hot and bothered you can remain cool as a cucumber and in control. It’s not nearly as good as the real thing but relieving a little tension on your own sure keeps everything feeling all loosey-goosey right through the day. If you hadn’t have told me that you masturbated I never would have found the courage to do it myself. But I knew that if you did it that it couldn’t be bad. What I’m saying is, if this becomes a habit it’s your fault! LOL
Based on the looks you were giving me last night I suspect that you enjoyed my last letter. You’re really liking this, aren’t you? I have to confess that I am loving it. The letters. The quiet tension. The electric excitement. The anticipation. Everything. Even if I wasn’t so bashful about this stuff I think I’d still want to keep things just the way they are. This is just way too fun now.
So guess where I went yesterday? If you guessed that boutique I bought the lingerie you win a prize. Something I forgot to mention last time is that they sell way more than sexy lingerie there. The other half of the store is sort of a one-stop shop for all of your naughty needs. Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not at all gaudy or trashy. It’s a very classy boutique that just happens to cater to adult needs. We’ll have to go together once this is all over. At this point I can show you around. HA!
When I got there one of the ladies recognized me! I must have looked as red as a lobster I was blushing so much but she was very kind and helped to settle me down. Honestly, if I hadn’t have been the only customer there and she hadn’t have been so cool about it I would went running from the store and never looked back. Calmed down enough to function I began to shop. David, they’ve got everything you can think about down there. Underwear, outfits, videos, bondage stuff, and so many toys for both men and women. It was all quite overwhelming. Some of the things they sell there boggle the mind!
What I was looking for was my next challenge. I wasn’t quite sure what it would be when I arrived but I fairly quickly settled in on the toy section. I soon decided to find something that might aid in pleasuring myself. My hand had been nice but even as it was happening I couldn’t help but feel that something was missing. I missed the feeling of having you inside of me as I climaxed. I know it’s shameless to admit but my finger just left me wanting more.
Where do I even begin? The options were…many and varied. They had everything from cute little vibrating bullets to self-thrusting ding-dongs to programmable doo-hickeys to ridiculously huge rubber novelty phalluses that surely couldn’t have been meant for human use, all this and everything in between. They must have had 50 different options in just dildos alone! Some of them looked so realistic you’d swear they were actually flesh and blood. Indeed many of them were actually modeled off of real adult performers. It was so lewd! I felt like an absolute pervert looking at all of them. I had noticed that the actors did tend to look rather on the large side in those videos but I thought it was camera tricks. Seeing these replicas in person though, my goodness! Some of them were downright scary. I always kind of assumed that if you saw one you saw them all. Who knew? Lucky for me my hubby’s is just right. ❤
Completely at a loss as to what to get and too bashful to ask for advice just I stood there blushing until the jingle of another customer entering the store spurred me into action. I grabbed one that wasn’t too obscene then hurried to the register and got the heck out of there. Feeling like I’d committed a crime I drove all the way home and dashed straight into the house with my purchase buried deep in my bag. It wasn’t until I actually got home that I even really saw what I’d purchased! Ha ha ha!
It turned out to be a rechargeable vibrating dildo. It’s not crude and realistic looking. It’s sleek and elegant and a lovely shade of purple. It’s in my pantie drawer if you want to see it. I think I made a good purchase as it can be both a vibrator and a dildo. So I’m going to count that as two challenges for the price of one! I WAS going to count it as three for one, the buying, the vibrator use and the dildo use, but after seeing you looking at me so lustfully last night I just couldn’t help myself. I needed to relieve some of that tension again so after you left I watched a naughty video or two to see how to use one then I tried it.
Under your blankets again, all cozy in your manly musk, I put it on (but not in) my coochie and turned it on. All I can says is… OH MY GOD! Let’s just say things happened fast and they happened hard. Holy moly those things certainly get the job done! Wow!
Tonight I intend to try it as a dildo. I think it is going to feel very good. But to find out, tune in tomorrow for the next episode of Naughty November! He he he!
Your loving, loosey-goosey wife,
Sarah
***
I’d known I was in for a tale when I got home and felt how thick the envelope was this morning. Wanting to savor it I had taken my shower and gotten changed into sweats and t shirt before coming back to settle in for a good read. But those 5 handwritten pages had flown by in a flash. Once I set to reading I could not stop until I got to the end. Sitting alone in our quiet kitchen I process what I had just read.
She bought a dildo!? My sex-shy wife actually walked into an adult shop and purchased a vibrating dildo!? And she used it! What was happening here? In my wildest imagination I thought that maybe, MAYBE, she might get this far by the end of the month. But we were one week in and Sarah was knocking down every challenge in front of her like bowling pins. And that light teasing about my intense looks the night before and discovering ‘my secret’ at the beginning. It was as if, for a moment, she’d flipped the script on me and spoken as if she was the more sexually confident one.
Again, as clear as this letter in front of me, I could see my wife curled up on my side of the bed as a low muffled buzzing came from under the blankets and I could hear her whimpering orgasm brought on with machine efficiency as the vibrator rubbed her clit faster and steadier than any human hand ever could. So hot!
But the thing that seized my attention more than anything…was that little quip about noticing that porn actors ‘being on the large side’ then commenting about how she always thought that ‘if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all’. There was something about picturing her there looking over this assortment of different dicks as her innocence is lost that made me so…fucking…horny! Sarah’s eyes had been opened to the fact that her husband’s penis existed on a spectrum and, for whatever reason, that drove me wild.
My cock rock hard and balls aching with a week’s worth of pent up cum I grab the letter and bolt to my feet. Swiftly I stride to the stairs then bound up them on the way to my wife’s underwear drawer. I open the drawer, expecting to find it buried amongst her dainty undies, and there it lays right on top inside of a clear plastic case.
It was just as she described it. The lines were smooth, the design elegant and the color a very pretty shade of soft matte lavender. It looked more like a work of futuristic art than a kinky sex toy. Very feminine. Very Sarah. Setting down the letter on the dresser I pull it out and place the case on top of them to inspect the toy more closely. It wasn’t big and it wasn’t small. It looked like it was made of some kind of silicone with buttons molded right into the unbroken surface at its base.
Along the side of the plastic case it listed the toys features. Rechargeable, dishwasher safe, body safe, waterproof, low noise, 10 levels of intensity, pulsing options, and 6.5 inches of ‘insertable length’. That’s where I stop reading. 6.5 inches of insertable length? 6.5 inches. Slowly my eyes pan down from the toy to the tent in my sweats. Was I…?
With a sudden and irresistible need to know I step to the nearby shelves and open a drawer of Sarah’s crafts case. Rummaging around I soon find her sewing gauge, effectively a small six inch metal ruler with a plastic sliding pointer. I hesitate a moment, unsure if I actually wanted to know the truth, but my incendiary curiosity would not be denied. Down go my sweat and my short, out pops my stiffy, and the next thing I knew I had the base of the ruler pressed to my pubic bone with the rest of it running up my length. What I see leaves me rattled as a faith that I had held since I was a teenager is undermined in an instant.
“No fuckin way.” I mutter.
Pulling the ruler away I give myself a few quick strokes, just to make sure that I was at full mast, then quickly bring it back again and push it firmly down into the pubes at my base. No matter how hard I pressed, no matter how hard I flexed, no matter how much I willed it, my tip stubbornly refused to peek past the end of the ruler. I was short by no more than an eighth of an inch but the cold hard fact of the matter was, I was not quite 6 inches long. And that was with straightening out my upward curve as best I could. If I let it bend naturally I wasn’t even 5 and half! All of my adult life I had chosen to believe that I was just over 6 inches but the truth was that I was just short. The difference between fantasy and reality was scant, the mere width of my pinky finger, yet to my male ego the shortfall was enormous. I was less than 6 inches. Or to put it another way, I had just shy of 6 inches of ‘insertable length’.
My eyes snap back to the purple toy as from nowhere a shocking surge of envy roars through my veins burning has hot as the lust that refused to die. In that moment I wanted to grab the damn thing with its extra half an inch and take it straight out to the trash. This stupid challenge ends today!
After a second I shake my head and gather myself again. This was crazy! I was jealous of a piece of rubber?
“Jesus, David. Get a hold of yourself man.” That was a pretty rich statement considering that I was literally holding myself. In my hard grip my cock throbs with power as I stare at my wife’s new toy. “Easy there fella.”
I tuck my boner away and put the gauge back where I’d found it. Taking a deep breath I step back and ponder the lavender length of silicone. It was longer than me. Maybe even a little thicker, hard to tell. That brought out such…powerful emotions. I take another long breath then carefully return the toy its spot and slowly close Sarah’s drawer.
So she had a dildo. Lots of women had dildos. Probably more did than didn’t. This was all perfectly normal. I knew that my sister Leigh did and she had yet to kick Nick to the curb. I was being so stupid! I remind myself that this is what I wanted. I remind myself that broadening Sarah’s horizons was the goal. I comfort myself with the knowledge that no silly trinket could ever replace me in Sarah’s heart. I remember how often I had heard that size didn’t matter and how ‘bigger is better’ was a myth perpetuated by men. And I chastise myself for being so insecure and immature. I should be proud of my wife’s breakthrough, not jealous of it. Besides, as much as I hated to admit it…I REALLY wanted to read tomorrow’s letter.
Comments
Michael Dierks
Oh. So much anxiety. 6".. 6.5" ... 8"? What does a woman desire most? Something you've never talked about, something you won't talk about until it's too late ... maybe
Michael Dierks
So in rocketry, the tragectory and propulsion thrust determine the final location upon landing. With Sarah, I'm afraid we don't know either of the initial starting condition or the strength of the "propellent". This rocket might land pretty far down range❤️🔥
