I just love dildos, vibrators and other sex toys; especially big, thick, long ones. Now don’t get me wrong; I still have fun with real cocks, but there are times when I crave something larger. I get so aroused when my pussy is stuffed to the max because it sends me into multiple climaxes.

Last week, I was thumbing through the Adam and Eve Catalog trying to decide what to get my husband, John, for our anniversary. When I came to the page with toys on it, I saw this large, flesh-colored, realistic looking dildo. The description stated it was fifteen inches long, with a circumference of three. My eyes widened as my heartbeat raced, and my mouth and pussy drooled. It was exactly what I was looking for and I had to have it, so I ordered it. I figured why not, the toy would be a new challenge. Something I could surprise my husband with, after all, he loves to fuck me with toys.

I remembered the first toy he bought me. It was silver colored, eight inches long, with a circumference of two inches. When John turned it on, I blushed from head to toe, the darn thing buzzed so loud, I wondered if the kids could hear it. John assured me they could not, and began to show me what he could do with it. After a few minutes, I came harder than I ever did with my fingers, and nearly passed out. There’s no doubt about it, following that night I was hooked, and began collecting sex toys.

That afternoon while John was at work, I lay naked on the bed masturbating. The more I thought about how I could use the toy, the further I became aroused. I ran one hand across my throbbing clit as the other caressed and rolled my left nipple. I closed my eyes, purring, as I pictured myself shoving the dildo deep inside my hot pussy. Oh my God, I thought, my clit would explode from the excitement.

I couldn’t wait for it to arrive. I would hurry out to check the mail ahead of John. Nevertheless, when he asked, I made up excuses as to why I was in such a hurry. I recall the day it arrived. I nearly dropped the package and passed out from excitement. When John saw my reaction, he questioned me further, asking what was in the package. I lied, telling him it was a cookbook, and then ran into the bedroom.

I carefully hid the package, walked into the kitchen, and pretended to be busy with the breakfast dishes until John left for work.

After he left, I literally ran into the bedroom and tore open the box. Wow, I couldn’t believe how big it was. Next, I gathered a large bath towel to protect the bed, as well as some lube. Following that, I stripped, lay spread-eagle on the bed, and lubed up the toy.