Chapter 1. Introduction.

We met my wife while we were still students. I was just finishing the last course. Once I was walking with a friend in the corridor of the institute. And then I saw her! Fragile, innocent creation. She stood in a circle of girlfriends and chirped about something fun. She looked too young for the institute, she could be given 16-17 years from strength. As it turned out later, she turned 18 just now. Passing by, I vaguely heard what audience they were going to, and afterwards, it was a matter of technology to find out in which group she was studying. A couple of days later I accidentally saw her in the cafeteria of the institute. She sat, drank coffee, leafed through a notebook and was puzzled by something. With an eye to the approaching period of the session, one could guess what. I took myself a cup of coffee and went to her table:

- Good morning, you are not busy here? - I asked.

“No, no,” she replied somehow, aloofly, without even raising her head.

- What happened? What, everything is so bad? - tried to make the intonation of the voice encouraging.

- It is impossible to prepare for all subjects.

- And with what subject is the problem then?

- Microeconomics.

“Well, this is fixable, I, after all, have been here for almost five years now,” I smiled.

We were still sitting and chatting for about an hour, and for a long time already on abstract topics. I don’t know, she kept up a conversation with me to take a chance and pass the exam, or maybe I was an interesting interviewee, I don’t know. The next day I caught her at recess and took her to the dean's office. I took the record book from her and after 10 minutes I gave her the record book with an affixed exam.

Now, so that you have an idea about the characters of this story, I will make a brief description of yourself and your spouse. So, my name is Igor, at the time of the meeting with my wife, I was 23 years old, thin athletic build, above average growth. Wife, Lena, a girl of 18 years old, height 155-160 cm, small breasts, about 46 kg weight. Doe figure. At that time I was engaged in rhythmic gymnastics.

We began to meet, then, two years later, got married.

As for the intimate part of our life, there was absolutely everything in order ...

Chapter 2. Start.

When we got married, we immediately moved to a rented apartment. Still, living with your parents when you have a young wife, and you constantly want her, is not normal. Yes, yes ... even two years later, as we started dating, I still wanted her all the time. As for the details of intimate life, everything was fine for the time being. No, I do not want to say that she regularly has a “headache” or something else. Just over time, began to pall a little monotony. The preludes were getting shorter, and the number of positions was getting smaller. So much so that sex has become a “marital debt”.

Then I decided to somehow stir up our relationship, but knowing that she was quite jealous, I needed to think things over well. For starters, I tried to find out her hidden fantasies. Gradually and carefully, I began to bypass her at the right moment in a roundabout way. Little has come of it. The only thing I learned that she has some beginnings of exhibitionism. In principle, everything is logical. Guys and older men constantly look at her on the street. For the rest, it is conservative. Monogamous, heterosexual and non-initiative in bed. It is necessary to do something, I thought, starting from what I know about her, I began to act.

Chapter 3. Start.

Once on a weekend, we decided to walk around the city. It was the beginning of June, the sun in the sky, the warm breeze, the grace ... We walked down the street and went in one or another shop. Just walked and rested. Going into the next store, her eyes widened. Turning back, she read the back of the sign. It was written "Sex Shop". She, it was, came to the door, but I quietly grabbed her hand and whispered: “Well, how are you small? You're an adult.Since we are here, then let's at least see what and how. For common development. ” She agreed. Over the next half hour, she learned more about sex than in her entire life. I do not know what she communicates with her friends, but obviously not about that. Although some moments have pleased me. Passing by shelves with goods, she suddenly beckoned to me and said: “I, in my opinion, saw something similar in one movie.” “What exactly?” I asked. "This is it," she showed me at the dildo. “Wait, these things usually appear in adult films,” I smiled. She blushed a bit and gave out: “I'm an adult, you just said that to us when we entered here.” Yes, it was difficult to argue against such an argument.

- And you saw how it can be used? - I asked.

“I told you that I saw it in a movie, not on a radio.”

- Well?...

“Well, of course you did, fool,” she blushed again.

- Maybe buy? - I decided to take the bull by the horns.

- What for? I have enough of yours.

“Hm ... well ... it's not like me.” Look at how many different ones there are.

- What do you mean? - in her voice there were notes of indignation and something else ...

- I hint! - more stupid answer and it was impossible to come up with.

But then she thought for a moment and said: "Well, fine." She glanced over the shelves and picked up one. It was a standard dildo, but 20 percent was longer and thinner than my dick. Stop, I thought, why not thicker? Why not shorter? Why not huge sizes? There was something to think about. After all, she was guided by something when she chose?

We bought it. Soft, beige, if you close your eyes and take it in your hand, you do not immediately realize that it is not real. True, she chose one of the most expensive. Well, she has good taste for everything.

We were about to go out, when suddenly the seller turned our attention to the fact that they had a chic clothing department, and we were not there. I didn’t want to miss this opportunity, asked the seller for a direction, grabbed the bewildered wife by the hand and we dived through the door.

Before us was a room cluttered with racks with hangers. All sorts of dresses were probably thousands. My wife's eyes started running, but choosing and trying on a few dresses, she refused the idea of ​​buying something, because it looks too defiant. “Well, nothing,” I thought. The main thing she knows that such outfits exist. So there is a chance to come back to this issue later.

Having walked around the city, we are tired back home. I, just in case, jumped into the store and bought a bottle of champagne. I understood one thing to buy a toy, and another thing to use it. The moment of sexual impulse that passed from her ...

Having had a rest together in front of the TV with glasses of champagne, we began to make the bed. Lena grabbed her silk robe and headed for the bathroom. I sat in the chair and watched her. Then I noticed that she leaned over to her purse and took something there. Something beige flashed. Wow ... I thought, what will happen next? She fluttered into the bathroom and clicked the lock. I quietly proceeded to the toilet, stood with my feet on the toilet and carefully peeked into the bathroom through the ventilation grill. I tried not to breathe, so as not to betray my presence. Meanwhile, the wife quietly began to put herself in order, as all women do. Then she pulled out of the robe that she took in her purse. Who could doubt ?! It was him. She put it under a stream of water, then soaped it and began to wash it. I tensed up, what will happen next? And nothing, she washed it, put it on the sink and began to change into a dressing gown. I slipped out of the closet and, as if nothing had happened, sat down in the chair, waiting for my wife.

She left the bathroom and slipped under the covers. I silently got up and went to wash.

I was not for a while. When I returned to the room, Lena lay and watched TV. I crawled under her blanket and touched her waist. She shuddered and turned to me.

- How do you think that I have under my pillow? She asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, although I probably guessed what was there. Just wanted to play along.

- Remember, today we bought one thing in the city?

- Well, why not remember, remember, of course. Is she under your pillow?

- Yes.

- I have one idea. I got out of bed, went to the closet and took out my wife's handkerchief. I approached her.

- Close your eyes.

As soon as she closed her eyes, I tied a handkerchief on them. After that, I carefully, so that she did not notice, pulled the toy out from under the pillow and hid it in his trunks. Then he slipped under her blanket and pressed his lips to her pussy. Having caressed her there for a bit, I turned her on her stomach, put her in the knee-elbow position and gently pulled out a toy. Taking off my pants, I licked the dildo and, putting it next to my dick, slowly introduced it. As you might guess, I did it for a reason. The toy in his underwear had warmed up, and now his wife thought that it was me in it, not a toy. After making a few pushes, I moved to the side of her, took her hand and put my erect penis in her hand. It seems that even through the bandage I saw her surprise. She wanted to take it off, but I stopped her. Moving my pelvis closer to her face, I gave no double-digit hint. She rolled onto her back, not letting the toys out of herself, and took my dick in my mouth. Imagine her feelings. She lies on her back, in her pussy one member is wielding, and the second is in her mouth. Previously, this did not happen to her. There was only one member, and now two. Watching her reaction, I caught myself thinking that she started up in earnest. That evening she had two orgasms in a row that had not been noticed before. After the hour-long marathon, we stretched out on the bed and lay like that ten times, silently, each thinking about his ...

“You know, unusual sensations,” said Lena.

- Is this your first time?

- What do you mean? Dick and toy?

- Well, yes, did you have other answers?

- You totally embarrassed me. What could be the options if I just love you ?!

- Well, sex and love are a little different things, aren't they?

- What are you saying? Would you like to say that love and sex may not be related to each other?

- Why are not related? They just complement each other. Perform a kind of catalysts mutually. But at the same time they can exist separately.

- I do not know, maybe you're right. I need to digest what you said. So at once and not penetrate. But one thing I can say for sure. It was not unpleasant. Only a little scary and unusual.

- Do not be afraid. You are in the arms of a loved one who loves you too.

- Igor, tell me, when I squirmed half an hour ago under two members and you saw that I enjoy more than it was before with the two of us. I hope you didn’t think anything bad about me? I do not want to appear in your eyes as some kind of whore who craves two men at once.

- I don’t know, I don’t know ... But should I really think about it? - I said playfully, and clung to her lips.

She went limp in my arms and whispered: "I love you." “I also love you the way you are in your fantasies,” I replied. She pulled away, looked into my eyes, and I saw playful wrinkles in the corners of her eyes.

To be continued...