A Treasure Chest of Fuck Toys

After Twelve Blissful Years

Building a treasure chest of fuck toys becomes necessary. After twelve years of wedded bliss our sex life had been wavering a little and I couldn’t have that. I’ve always loved that my sexy hubby is 16 years older than me but that means that he is now 50. He has always been easily aroused in my presence. His passion for my body and fierce desire to always be inside me has played a huge part in why I love him so dearly. So needless to say, something had to be done about this down swing. There was no way I was going to end up a desperate and horny housewife. I was not going to be “Little Miss Slut Sat on a Cock” either.

Building a treasure chest of fuck toys sounded like the only fun answer in this situation. As I sat at the computer looking at all the crazy contraptions of sex toy world, I found myself so turned on. Hubby had been gone for a couple days on a work trip. Of course, I had my one toy, and I found myself needing a self-pleasuring session. Before I knew what happened I was naked, toy in hand and it was entering me as I looked at all of the images. Handcuffs, silk scarves, gags, dildos of every size, pocket pussies, silicone dolls, butt plugs, floggers, ropes, and so many more. I couldn’t believe the selection.

My hand with toy, moved towards my wet pussy. Building a treasure chest of fuck toys was going to be fun and erotic. As I moved my vibrator in and out, my mouse finger was clicking and filling the cart. After my orgasm, I saw there was a beautiful variety of toys for my treasure chest in my cart.

A Treasure Chest of Fuck Toys

When hubby got home, I gave him hints that I had some surprises coming for our sexual adventures. The combination of pheromones still permeating the air and my talk of sex adventures would normally send him reeling. Today, he said he was stressed but that he wanted to hear about it. I was so frustrated by his response that I ran a hot bath and fucked myself again with the shower head. When I stepped out of the shower though, my husband was there with hard cock to greet me. He said that he couldn’t stop thinking about what I might be doing for our said sexual adventures.

Building a treasure chest of fuck toys was turning out to be even more fun than I had anticipated. He had his rock-hard cock in one hand and reached for my hand with his other. I still had bubbles running down my naked body. My toweling off process hadn’t even begun and wouldn’t need to tonight. While my fingers were curled around his shaft, he scooped me up and carried me to our bed. As he laid me on my back, his hands moved to spread my thighs. After he kissed me deeply, his face went straight to my dripping pussy. I quickly plummeted toward orgasm as his tongue worked my clit. My eyes closed and I wished I had told him I had plans for our sexual adventures sooner. As I climaxed, he entered me and planted his baby batter directly on my cervix.

The Big Reveal

As I lay here attempting to steady my heavy breathing, hubby pulled me close and asked what the surprise is. I told him that I had filled a virtual cart to the brim with “things” for my plan. This, of course, only made him more curious. He needed to hear, “treasure chest of fuck toys”. His frustrations written all over his expressions. I could feel him growing again in spite of the desperation.

Or maybe it wasn’t just in spite of, but because of the desperation that his rod was fully ready to pierce again. Just as he was about to flip me over and spread my cheeks, I reached for my laptop on my bedside table. A devious grin engulfed his entire face and demeanor. I don’t know if it was the look on his face or the twitch between my thighs but I blurted, “I’m building a treasure chest of fuck toys”.

That night, our first child was conceived.

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