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"I got something for you," Robert said, as my wife sat down.
We were sitting out on our deck drinking coffee. It was late morning and my wife had just joined us. She was barefoot, her hair still mussed and tangled from sleep. She was wearing one of my old flannel shirts, just a couple of the buttons buttoned and buttoned into the wrong buttonholes. She was naked underneath. Robert was wearing shorts. I was wearing a sarong.
My wife had come out moving carefully, carrying a mug of coffee she'd filled too full. She set the mug down on the patio table, sat down across from us and leaned forward, bringing her mouth down to the rim of the mug. She took a long slurpy sip, then picked the mug up and sat back.
"I got something for you," Robert said again, "For your birthday."
My wife looked at him and smiled, "Awww ... you didn't have to do that."
Robert shrugged and blushed, "I wanted to give it to you last night..."
"You DID give it to me last night," My wife said.
Robert blushed redder, cleared his throat, "I wanted to give it to you last night, but..."
"You got distracted," My wife said, "I understand."
"Would ... uh ... would you like it ... now?" Robert asked.
"Sure ... thank you."
Robert stood-up and trotted into the house.
My wife looked at me and smirked. She took a sip of her coffee.
"Happy birthday," I said.
"Thank you," She said.
"You sleep?" I asked.
"Some. Not enough," She said, "Smushed between you two like I was."
"We should probably get a bigger bed."
"I'd still get smushed," She said.
She lifted her leg and rested her ankle on my knee. She took another long sip of her coffee. My shirt fell open revealing her naked lower half. She arched an eyebrow as I admired her.
Robert came out carrying a gift bag. He set the bag down on the table in front of my wife, and then sat down.
My wife took her ankle from my knee, sat up, put her mug down and pulled the tissue paper from the top of the bag and reached inside. She pulled out a rather large butt plug.
She coughed once - part laugh, part shock. She blushed, put her hand over her chest, "Good Lord," She said, her mouth open.
My heart started to beat hard and fast. I chuckled.
It was the normal butt plug shape, just larger than any we owned or had ever used. It was black, not too pointy but with a pretty steep taper down to a bulb that was a little bigger a tennis ball, with a thick neck and a round base.
My wife guffawed - a single solitary, "Ha!" She looked at me and held it up, "It's heavy." Then she looked at Robert, "Um ... wow!" She was surprised and amused, flushed red right down to her chest.
Robert was leaning forward in his chair, "Happy birthday. There's a tub of lube in there too."
My wife looked at the plug, "Um..." She looked at me and then back to Robert.
"Jeezus Robert," I said, "They didn't have a bigger one?" I was joking, but Robert missed it.
"Oh yeah," He said seriously, "They had all kinds - from teeny tiny ones to ridiculously big ones, but I thought this one was..." He hesitated.
"Was what?" My wife asked.
"Within reason," He said.
My wife looked from Robert to me then back to Robert, "Within reason!?!" She said, "I ... I think you overestimate me, sweetheart."
"You think it's too big?" He said.
"Uh ... yeah, a bit." My wife said, handing the plug to me. It was dense. A solid piece of silicone.
I held the plug, rolling it over in my hands. I looked at my wife. My wife looked at Robert. Robert looked at my wife.
Robert cleared a frog from his throat and said, "You don't think you could ... work up to it?"
My wife took the plug from me. She hefted it and looked at Robert. She looked like she was thinking, deciding on what she was gonna say. She set the plug down on the table in front of her, picked up her coffee and leaned back in her chair. She took a long, slow, contemplative sip and after a moment said, "Given time, a lotta practice, some strong dope or poppers ... yeah, I could get that up my ass."
Robert looked at her. She looked at Robert.
"But sweetheart ... I don't want to," My wife went on, "I don't even want to try. That thing's really big, Robert. I mean ... I'm pretty relaxed about the butt stuff, but ... that's moving into new ... stuff."
Robert picked up the plug and looked at it carefully.
"I'm down to catch a dick ... even a big dick, but that plug is ... more than I'm comfortable with. Way more."
Robert looked chastened.
"I don't want to discourage you. I don't mean to make you feel bad. You're stepping it up and I appreciate that, but ... that's a big jump."
Robert looked at me.
My wife said, "Are you unhappy with..."
Robert said, "No! No-no-no ... no ... I just thought..."
"You'd like to push the envelope a little, I understand. You want more from me ... from us," My wife glanced at me and then looked at Robert. "You can go harder if you want ... or we can go pick out a new plug ... together ... all of us."
Robert looked at my wife. My wife looked at Robert.
My wife leaned forward and picked up the plug, "But this ... this is too big."
Robert sat there for almost a full minute before he said, "I can go ... harder?"
"Sweetheart," My wife said, putting the plug down, "You HAVE."
We were sitting out on our deck drinking coffee. It was late morning and my wife had just joined us. She was barefoot, her hair still mussed and tangled from sleep. She was wearing one of my old flannel shirts, just a couple of the buttons buttoned and buttoned into the wrong buttonholes. She was naked underneath. Robert was wearing shorts. I was wearing a sarong.
My wife had come out moving carefully, carrying a mug of coffee she'd filled too full. She set the mug down on the patio table, sat down across from us and leaned forward, bringing her mouth down to the rim of the mug. She took a long slurpy sip, then picked the mug up and sat back.
"I got something for you," Robert said again, "For your birthday."
My wife looked at him and smiled, "Awww ... you didn't have to do that."
Robert shrugged and blushed, "I wanted to give it to you last night..."
"You DID give it to me last night," My wife said.
Robert blushed redder, cleared his throat, "I wanted to give it to you last night, but..."
"You got distracted," My wife said, "I understand."
"Would ... uh ... would you like it ... now?" Robert asked.
"Sure ... thank you."
Robert stood-up and trotted into the house.
My wife looked at me and smirked. She took a sip of her coffee.
"Happy birthday," I said.
"Thank you," She said.
"You sleep?" I asked.
"Some. Not enough," She said, "Smushed between you two like I was."
"We should probably get a bigger bed."
"I'd still get smushed," She said.
She lifted her leg and rested her ankle on my knee. She took another long sip of her coffee. My shirt fell open revealing her naked lower half. She arched an eyebrow as I admired her.
Robert came out carrying a gift bag. He set the bag down on the table in front of my wife, and then sat down.
My wife took her ankle from my knee, sat up, put her mug down and pulled the tissue paper from the top of the bag and reached inside. She pulled out a rather large butt plug.
She coughed once - part laugh, part shock. She blushed, put her hand over her chest, "Good Lord," She said, her mouth open.
My heart started to beat hard and fast. I chuckled.
It was the normal butt plug shape, just larger than any we owned or had ever used. It was black, not too pointy but with a pretty steep taper down to a bulb that was a little bigger a tennis ball, with a thick neck and a round base.
My wife guffawed - a single solitary, "Ha!" She looked at me and held it up, "It's heavy." Then she looked at Robert, "Um ... wow!" She was surprised and amused, flushed red right down to her chest.
Robert was leaning forward in his chair, "Happy birthday. There's a tub of lube in there too."
My wife looked at the plug, "Um..." She looked at me and then back to Robert.
"Jeezus Robert," I said, "They didn't have a bigger one?" I was joking, but Robert missed it.
"Oh yeah," He said seriously, "They had all kinds - from teeny tiny ones to ridiculously big ones, but I thought this one was..." He hesitated.
"Was what?" My wife asked.
"Within reason," He said.
My wife looked from Robert to me then back to Robert, "Within reason!?!" She said, "I ... I think you overestimate me, sweetheart."
"You think it's too big?" He said.
"Uh ... yeah, a bit." My wife said, handing the plug to me. It was dense. A solid piece of silicone.
I held the plug, rolling it over in my hands. I looked at my wife. My wife looked at Robert. Robert looked at my wife.
Robert cleared a frog from his throat and said, "You don't think you could ... work up to it?"
My wife took the plug from me. She hefted it and looked at Robert. She looked like she was thinking, deciding on what she was gonna say. She set the plug down on the table in front of her, picked up her coffee and leaned back in her chair. She took a long, slow, contemplative sip and after a moment said, "Given time, a lotta practice, some strong dope or poppers ... yeah, I could get that up my ass."
Robert looked at her. She looked at Robert.
"But sweetheart ... I don't want to," My wife went on, "I don't even want to try. That thing's really big, Robert. I mean ... I'm pretty relaxed about the butt stuff, but ... that's moving into new ... stuff."
Robert picked up the plug and looked at it carefully.
"I'm down to catch a dick ... even a big dick, but that plug is ... more than I'm comfortable with. Way more."
Robert looked chastened.
"I don't want to discourage you. I don't mean to make you feel bad. You're stepping it up and I appreciate that, but ... that's a big jump."
Robert looked at me.
My wife said, "Are you unhappy with..."
Robert said, "No! No-no-no ... no ... I just thought..."
"You'd like to push the envelope a little, I understand. You want more from me ... from us," My wife glanced at me and then looked at Robert. "You can go harder if you want ... or we can go pick out a new plug ... together ... all of us."
Robert looked at my wife. My wife looked at Robert.
My wife leaned forward and picked up the plug, "But this ... this is too big."
Robert sat there for almost a full minute before he said, "I can go ... harder?"
"Sweetheart," My wife said, putting the plug down, "You HAVE."
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