I’ve been teasing my wife for some time about getting her a vibrator.

She already has a six-inch rubber cock, but wants something more intense. One night we made a date to meet at a movie theater after work. I stopped by an adult store beforehand and found a perfect silver-chrome, seven-inch vibrator, one that I was assured wouldn’t be too loud. The clerk helped me put batteries in it, and I cleaned it, as recommended, in the store’s restroom before I left.

As we walked into the theater, I held the bag open so she could see the vibrator. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head and her hand went up to her mouth. All I could think about was all the different ways we could use it, and I know she was thinking the same thing. My cock was ready to burst out of my jeans.

We settled in a back... Read More