Our New Toy - Sex Stories

Our New Toy

I hear a sharp knock at the door, which I'm tempted to ignore wanting to continue to read in peace. However, I reluctantly put my book down and answer the door as I hear another quick knock. “Coming, coming,” I mutter under my breath. Unlatching the lock, I pull the heavy wood door inwards and my gaze is brought up to a man in a UPS uniform and a killer smile. “Package, Ma'am. I need your signature, please.” His voice has a southern twang, one that reminds me of a country singer, with who's name I can't place. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I couldn't part from my book,” I explain myself, as if I needed to. “No problem, Ma'am. I know how it is. You get so sucked into it, you forget the world is still rotating.” “Exactly!” I say, signing my name on his impossible gadget, which just makes my name look like chicken scratch. “There you go, Ma'am. You have a nice afternoon and enjoy the rest of your book.” He hands me my package and it is only then do I remember what my wife and I had ordered. “Thank you. You too, have a good afternoon.” Closing the door, I go to the kitchen, grabbing the first knife I find, and slice through the tape on either end of the package. Wrapped in bubble wrap, I unfold it, and remove the toy we've been longing for, for ages. Inside the box also, are proper cleaning stuff for the toy, an a few sample size lubes that come with purchase. It not only vibrates, it is glass. You can put it in the freezer, to give it even more affect. We've used ice cubes when ...

... we've had play time and both love it, so we just knew this toy was for us. It took us months to find it, searching through many vibrators and dildos, until we stumbled upon this one. It's on the rather expensive side, so it took us a few months to save up for. Now that it's here, I can't wait to share the news with Meghan. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I snap a picture of it, before I strip down out of my jean shorts and tank top. I slip two fingers down and begin to play with my pussy, feeling the warmth of my wetness, I push slowly inside me. I gasp out quietly, moving my hips to the same speed as my fingers, until I'm satisfied with how wet I am. When I am, I work the toy inside me, feeling the chill of the glass slide along my inner walls. Snapping a few photos of myself with the toy inside me, I load them into a text to Meghan, who is at work. “Guess what came in today?” After hitting send, I don't want to be done playing, but I rather wait for Meghan to get home. I take the toy out, though I can feel my walls gripping it tightly, not wanting to be empty. I glance at the time, seeing it is only two hours away until she is home and I know exactly what we're going to be doing when she does get home. Buttoning my jeans once more, my phone goes off. “Holy shit! We've been waiting ages for it. Mmm fucking hell baby, you look so gorgeous with that inside you. Now I'm going to be sitting here on edge for the next few hours. You're going to pay for that!” She adds a winky ...