The Sex Toy Experience

Our evening started out as an invitation to go out for dinner with another couple ("G" for him and "B" for her).  Dinner was how the evening started but it was certainly not where it ended.

Our friends had made reservations at one of our favorite restaurants so we were excited when they called and asked us to go along with them.  As always the food and the atmosphere were amazing and the offerings on their wine list are some of the best.

Good company of course makes a difference and the couple we were with are a blast to hang out with.  We shared appetizers, sampled each others wine pairings, and the girls shared an amazing chocolate dessert.

Once dinner was over we decided to go to a local club for some dancing and drinks.  We loaded into our friends minivan to make the drive and soon a casual talk about sexual experiences became a conversation about using sex toys and the best place to buy them.

We talked about buying toys online and agreed that there is always some amount of risk involved.  First you are buying something based on a picture.  "Is that rabbit vibe whisper quiet or so loud it will wake the children"?  We all agreed that many things are difficult to determine from a picture and there is not a seller in the market place that will always give an "honest" description when they are trying to sell a product.

We all agreed that when purchasing online you also have to wonder how an item will be shipped.  Bright packaging that has "Billy Bob's Butt Plug Warehouse" plastered all over it is not want you want in your hand when you run into your friends from the PTA.  Another complication we discussed was picking up an over sized package at the post office in our small town.  Any odd sized package comes with the standard list of questions and comments.  "Oh, what did you buy?", "I know what that company sells -wink, wink - hope you enjoy what you bought" or the dreadful "That is an awful big box from them, most people get smaller packages, why is yours so large?".

We told our friends that we had made a few purchases from Adam and Eve in the past (they had too).  The things we had purchased ranged from toys to videos to lingerie and we all agreed that our satisfaction had been as varied as our selection.  We laughed about the "discreet packaging" that most places offer and agreed that we all knew what the packaging looked like.  Pass any of us at the post office with a package that has "PHE" for a return address and we'll all tell you to have an exciting evening "wink-wink".

The girls have both attended the modern day version of the Tuperware party where "sexual enhancements" replace the storage potential of plastic products.  The parties are hosted at one of their friends homes and sponsored by a company such as "Slumber Party".  Of course these are "female only" parties and guys are excluded from the guest list.  We all felt that the women always seem to have a good time.

According to our wives packaging is not a concern with these parties because you can pick your order up from the hostess.  Both girls did say that one downside is that if you show an interest in something that is being displayed you can be certain that everyone at the party will know which items you were checking out.  We all live in smaller towns and agreed that the hostess (and perhaps everyone else at the party) would know what your fetishes were based on what you bought.

 As we were driving along we started to talk about buying sex toys from the adult toy store that is in the next town over.  This store is not "Lover's Lane".  It is a nondescript building with an "adult sex store" sign out front and nothing else.  They are clearly not marketing items to "make your love life better"; this store is the kind of place where people go to get items that "make fucking more exciting".  My wife and I had never been to this particular store (we are more the Lover's Lane type) but our friends said they had been on more than one occasion and that we should definitely check it out.

My wife spoke up first, "I say the club can wait, lets go now" was all she had to say for the course of the night to change.  The van changed direction and our conversation was about all of the things you could purchase at the store.  "They have everything" our friends explained, "Wait until you walk in the door".

They were right.  As we were walking through the door I could tell that we were in for a shopping experience that was not like any we had had before.  The store really did have everything.  The first thing displayed inside the door was dance wear.  By dance wear I don't just mean the sexy little outfits worn by strippers.  Those were there, but so were high heeled shoes, mufti-colored wigs, hanging mirrors, stripper poles, everything you needed to live out your stripper fantasy was available.

We made our way through the lingerie section and my wife and I were both shocked to learn that our mild and timid friend "B" had a leather corset at home (with matching spiked heels).  We were even more surprised when she said "I have to have something to wear when I tie "G" up and flog him".

As we walked out of the lingerie we made our way into the dildo section.  This store has every shape, color, and size of dildo that you can imagine (and some that you may not be able to imagine).  "B" grabbed a 10" black dildo from a rack and said "I have this one at home and I love it".

I was shocked by how open "B" was being.  My wife seemed more intrigued than shocked and it appeared that she was finding "B's" insight helpful.  I picked up a yellow, double-ended dildo and asked "B" "Any thoughts on the best way to use one of these?" she smiled and said "Of course, but I recommend the purple one, it has better ribbing".  "WHAT, did "B" just say that"?  I could not believe it came from her.  She touched my wife's arm and said "the ribbing makes it easier to grasp when you really get going".  

"B" was surprising us both and "G" just remained silent with a knowing grin on his face.  "B" played tour guide/saleswoman to my wife and I was beginning to wonder if "B" knew about some of the past experiences my wife and I have had.  Could my wife have told her about our fivesome that turned into threesome with "K"?  Did she know that we had discussed and dabbled in the swinging side of life?  Where exactly had the past "girlie" conversations between my wife and "B" started and ended?

We walked into a huge video section and I figured it was a good time to test "B" so I could find out if she had been told about our past experience.  I grabbed an orgy video and held it up for my wife.  "How about this one?" I asked.  My wife smiled and held up a video with two girls going down on a guy on the cover, "Thought this was more your style" she replied.  I looked at "B".  Nothing.  Not even a smile.  She simply walked over to "G" who was looking at videos in the amateur homemade section and they began having a private conversation.  Maybe they had no clue about what we had done in the past.  Maybe "B" just had a really good poker face.

We made our way out of the video section, past a wall covered in rabbit vibes, and into the high end vibrator section.  We have a drawer of toys at home and the most expensive is a rabbit vibe from Lover's Lane.  Not that we are cheap, we just never bought anything high end.  "B" was telling my wife about a Lelo vibe that she has at home and the two of them began grabbing different vibes off the shelf, turning them on, and discussing their power, softness, and how loud they were.  "G" had disappeared into the store and I was left with the two women as they discussed the Ovo Frontier.  My wife had become very fond of this little purple rabbit and after some group discussion about how great it would feel inside her while it teased at her clit we decided it was time for us to purchase our first high end toy.

With the Frontier in hand we cashed out and headed for the van.  "G" had purchased something and carried a bag in his hand as we climbed in the van.  Once we were backing out of the parking lot "B" opened the bag and pulled out a black leather flogger.  She turned toward my wife and I and said "I hope you guys don't mind but we want to skip going to the club".  We both said that would be fine with us.  "G" pointed the van toward their house and soon we pulled into their driveway.  I was starting to wonder where the evening was about to go.  Were we going to show off how well our purchases worked to each other?  We stepped out of the van and "B" made it clear what was going to happen next.

"Well "G" and I have a new toy to break in, would you guys like to go golfing tomorrow?" "B" asked.  "Give us a call" my wife said back.  That was it.  There was not going to be a demonstration.  We said our goodbyes and off to our car we went.  Once we got home the Frontier was put through it's first use (pictures with this story).  The wife enjoyed its power and she quickly had it plunging in and out of her pussy with its rabbit tip teasing her clit.  Although we would love to give you a review it has only been used once and it was in the heat of passion.  Look for a review in future posts.