Toys

For a long time, I’ve had fantasies of being scared by my wife. The whole idea of someone else’s sexual pleasure was driving me wild. I hated her with the idea of convincing her to take a few new lovers so that she would experience the joy of having a bigger and better dick inside her. I thought, however, that it would be a vain effort because she was not the kind of woman who would accept this kind of thing. She needed the sweet love relationship we had developed over the years and would probably not be able to relax and feel comfortable enough to enjoy the experience. I was also afraid that if she mocked someone else he or she would interfere with our daily life. I didn’t want to. Yet at the same time, the fantasy of her sharing with others still raged in me. I wanted her to have sexual encounters and pleasures that I couldn’t provide and be replaced as her sexual partner.

Over the last ten years, I have come from a gentle, innocent, extremely naive 18 years of the Bible belt to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cock and pipe artist to find. I left the house when I was 18 to go to college in South California. My parents were very strict; My father is a Baptist pastor and my mother teaches the summer school and leads the church choir. They only agreed to go to school if I stayed with my aunt Sally, who lived in some college blocks. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master’s degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved it and felt that she, despite only 28 years old, would be a guardian fit for their sweet virgin girl. As we didn’t know.