Toys for Two - Sex Stories

Toys for Two

... what you're saying, and I can sympathize. Around our house it's been 'wham, bam, thank-you ma'am' for a long time." "Exactly!" Heather replied. "It is so cool to have someone to talk to about this, especially someone who can relate." Heather looked thoughtful for a bit and then started to laugh. "What?" "I guess that might explain why you are always checking me out when you think nobody is looking. Because you are not getting enough at home," she giggled. "Well, I guess that is part of it." I responded still slightly embarrassed. "But, since we promised to be honest, mainly I look because you are the sexiest woman I know and it's almost impossible for me not to look." I added. "Maybe subconsciously I can sense that you aren't getting enough either." She smiled broadly "Thank you Brent, you flatterer. And so far as getting enough, I'm not, believe me!" "A beautiful woman like you that needs more attention might be prone to cheating. Have you ever?" "No. I was sure temped a few times though." "I hear ya. Same here.” “ Well if you've never fooled around, how do you get rid of your 'tension'? Exercise videos?” I asked with a laugh. "That helps take my mind off of it, but does nothing to relieve that kinda tension.” "So?" "So?”, she mimicked as she grinned, blushing. "Well? What do you do?" I grinned appearing innocent. "You know very well what I do. It's the same thing you do and everyone else does." she replied apparently embarrassed but not hedging on the conversation. "Oh!" I ...

... answered, appearing to just catch on. "You mean masturbate. Yep I do that lots!" Heather laughed out loud. "I can't believe where this conversation has gone," she said. "Well, since we promised to be honest, I do too," she added with laughter that was tinged with embarrassment. The mental image of Heather masturbating came immediately to mind, and the reaction in my shorts was also instantaneous. "Does Grant know you 'play'?" "No, I think it would insult him if he knew I needed more." "Um, maybe. So how do you get away with it?" "Hey, how did this get to be about my masturbating?" she asked playfully. "Oh, sorry," I laughed, "it just intrigues me. Envisioning a beautiful woman, umm, 'enjoying herself' is what I do when I play. I wanted to get the details right," I smiled. "Good answer." she giggled, then as she squirmed in her seat a bit, she added, "I guess that's another thing we have in common." "Really?" "Uh huh,” then she added with a grin, "except, of course, I picture a man playing," she giggled looking at me out of the corner of her eye as she finished her drink. She held up her glass, "Again?" "Sure, but I have to use the washroom. I'll be right back." "Okay, I have to change over the laundry as well, make yourself comfortable." After using the washroom I returned to the den and waited for Heather. When I sipped my drink I could taste the vodka in it. Heather was pouring heavy and had been obviously teasing me sexually. I was wondering where this evening was headed. ...