The stitches were removed from my manhood during my next consultation with Mr. Rogers, and he declared that he was quite happy with how my recovery was proceeding. There was still an angry red scar where the incision had been, but he told me that in time this would hopefully fade almost completely. Always the harbinger of glad tidings, he instructed to keep taking the medication that kept me flaccid so that everything would continue to heal without interference.
I spent most of my time just pottering around the house, or watching TV, or playing games on the PC. Sometimes I went fishing off a nearby pier, or played a round of golf at a local course. Angela was working during the daytime, and she wasn't due to take her vacation for another six weeks or so; I found that my biggest problem was boredom - but I occupied myself as best I could whilst recuperating.
Another four weeks drifted by, and as the days rolled past, the ever-present and frustrating sexual buzz had asserted itself more and more. The feeling reminded me of when I was a fifteen-year-old; I'm sure that most men can remember those heady days when hormones first ran rampant in their teenage bodies, quickly transforming a usually placid and normal adolescent male into a seething, panting hulk of pent-up sexual lust. This is how I was starting to feel - I was constantly frisky, but with the medication keeping my penis limp there was no real way to gratify my libido. I was horny, but without the horn with which to do anything about it.
The only thing that I could do to slake the lust was to orally please Angela. This seemed to act as some kind of vicarious relief valve for me, and Angela was more than willing - and even eager - to indulge me. In fact, one day last week she had been visiting a customer in a neighbouring suburb and she had popped home unexpectedly for lunch. After I had made her a bite to eat, she had offered me something to snack on - and it definitely was not anything from the major food groups. Suffice to say that she had gone back to work that afternoon with a contented smile on her face.
Just over a couple of weeks ago we had been laying cuddled up in bed after I had pleased her. For some reason, my thoughts drifted to adult toys, and I had offhandedly asked Angela why she hadn't gotten a dildo or vibrator to use whilst I was working abroad.
She pondered for a few seconds. "To be honest, I don't know. I've never really thought about it, since I've never used one. I guess I just didn't need it; anytime we played on the chat program, it was enough for me to just let my fingers do the walking, and imagine you were here with me."
I nodded, and she added, "Besides - now that I think about it, it would've been almost an admission of defeat, maybe. You were only going to be gone six months for chrissake, and I'd like to think that I could wait at least that long." She turned to look at me keenly. "Why do you ask? Would you have wanted me to use one?"
"Maybe," I answered. "I do find it kinda exciting to imagine you using one."
I had engaged Angela's attention; this was the kind of pillow-talk she favoured. "Ooh, really now?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "So - if I bought one, you'd like me to use it?".
I nodded. "I think that would be really hot. I'd love to see that."
"Would you want to watch me using it on myself, or would you want to use it on me?"
I could see what she was thinking; in my permanently flaccid state, a dildo would become a surrogate for my own cock. She was both right and wrong.
"Either," I answered. "I'd love to watch you use it on yourself, but I'd also love to do it for you, as I licked you."
Angela smiled softly. "Well, like I said - I've never used one, honey. But there's always a first time for everything, isn't there?"
My eyebrows rose. "You'd actually get one?"
"Why not? We might have some interesting fun with it." Her face narrowed in thought for a few seconds. "Kerry's wedding is this coming Saturday afternoon, isn't it?"
I nodded. Kerry was Angela's cousin, and she was getting hitched this weekend. The church and reception venue was nearly an hour's drive away on the other side of Melbourne.
"Well," Angela continued. "How about we leave a little early on Saturday morning, honey? If I recall correctly, there's an adult shop opposite a pharmacy that I deal with, not far away from the church. I'll check tomorrow just to make sure the shop's there, but if my memory's correct, we can drop in on the way to the wedding if you like, and have a look-see."
The irony of visiting an adult toy store as we headed to a wedding wasn't lost on me. "Works for me. Maybe we can grab the blushing bride a wedding gift for use on her honeymoon while we're there?"
Angela chortled. "Knowing Kerry, she'd already have two of whatever we bought her." I laughed; Kerry had a well known wild side, and found myself wondering if the groom knew what he was in for.
Angela had recalled correctly - the adult shop was where she thought it was, and we dropped in en route to the wedding on Saturday morning. Both Angela and I were somewhat stunned by some of the more exotic and outlandish adult products on offer. We found the dildo and vibrator section after wading our way through whips and chains, inflatable sex dolls with permanent open-mouthed expressions of surprise on their faces, and an intimidating machine called a Sybian, which looked more likely to be found on a building site rather than in a bedroom. After some muted discussion between us, Angela selected a largish realistic-type silicon vibrator. She paid for her new toy, and we exited the store with as much aplomb as we could muster.
Back in the car, we continued on to the wedding, giggling like school kids as we discussed some of the more kinky and bizarre adult toys that we had seen in the shop. Angela shook her head. "You know, I'm as broadminded as the next person - but Jesus Christ, who the hell wants to fuck a blow-up farm animal?" We had seen rubber blow-up sheep and inflatable pigs for sale in the shop.
I shook my head in wonder. "Horses for courses," I grunted. "Or even horses for intercourses - I'm sure I saw a blow-up pony for sale, too."
Angela hooted with laughter. "Oh, my God! Well, I actually feel very boring and staid just buying a dildo, then!"
"We'll get the inflatable pig next time we visit," I quipped. "Fill it with helium, and when we next watch a Pink Floyd DVD, we can add some awesome realism." Angela laughed again.
Because I was taking medication that warned against using it in conjunction with alcohol, and also to allow Angela a chance to have a few drinks, I nominated myself as the designated driver. The ceremony was gratefully short, and the reception was very good too; I heartily approve of free lobster and caviar, and I was delighted to help empty the buffet tables. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.
Angela was a little tipsy when we arrived home at around midnight; my wife usually became a little horny after she'd had a few - which was absolutely fine by me. We both had a quick nightcap and headed to our bedroom, with Angela clutching her new priapic purchase, still ensconced in its plain paper bag.
She eased the fake cock out of its plastic cocoon; it was just over eight inches long, and I was startled at how closely it resembled the real thing. With a sudden tingle, I realised that it was considerably larger than I was when erect. Even to see Angela handling it sent a lascivious shiver up my spine. She strolled into our en suite, where she gave silicon phallus a thorough wash in warm soapy water. Upon her return, she removed the base of the dangling dick and installed two fresh 'AA' batteries into it, and then stood it upright on her bedside dresser, like a lewd little rocket ready for lift-off.
I was already naked and laying propped up on the bed, and my wife undressed down to her panties and lowered herself beside me. She seized the dildo and rotated the round switch on the base; the dildo responded with an eager whir. She turned it off and then looked at me.
"Ready to watch me use it, honey?" she purred.
I could only nod. I realised I was panting softly as I slid to the end of the bed so I could observe her more clearly.
Angela smiled, and slowly slid her panties off. She then lay back on the bed, spreading her lean thighs. She held the dildo in her hand, her small palm making the ample fake cock look even larger than it was.
She guided the broad head of the dildo down to her pussy lips and gently worked the fake glans between her labia. I realised that my heart rate had just skyrocketed. The soft, rubbery head flexed slightly, and then slowly slithered just inside her lips. Angela closed her eyes and drew it back out, smearing her pussy lips with her secretions. She then rolled the head and shaft of the dildo along her slit, moistening the silicon.
Angela drew her knees further back, tilting her hips upward. The thick head of the fake cock was poised just over her juicy pussy, dipping downward slightly as if it were eager to explore what lay just below. Angela opened her eyes slightly.
"Watch me, baby," she whispered.
She grasped the dildo at the base, and lowered the glans back to rest between her labia. She then drew it gently forward, and the shaft bowed slightly as she applied more force. My heart thumped as I first watched the thick pink head disappear inside her, soon followed by the thick silicon shaft - inch by inch. Angela uttered a syrupy moan.
"Mmm, it's so big, honey," she breathed.
She paused when there was at least a good six inches inside of her. She slowly drew it back out, and I could see the shaft glistening with her juices. Then she slid it back in, even deeper this time. My eyes were riveted to how her pussy lips seem to almost suck at the silicon shaft, moving inwards as she inserted it inside her, and clinging desperately when she slid it back out, as if her pussy was reluctant for it to depart. She slid it home again and uttered a sharp moan, and I realised that almost the whole eight inches was crammed in my wife's steamy cunt.
"Does it feel good?" I heard someone utter, and I suddenly realised that it was my voice.
"Mmm, yeah, baby," Angela murmured. "It's so fucking big... it's been so long since I've had anything inside me... Jesus, it's inside me so tight, honey!"
She now began to slowly fuck herself with it, sliding it in and out in a steady carnal rhythm. Wet slurping sounds began to issue from her pussy as the large dildo began pistoning into her creamy cleft. I glanced up to see that her long nipples were hard, poking upwards from her areolae like twin grapes. A rivulet of her juice suddenly trickled from the base of her slit, and it ran with almost teasing slowness down over her puckered rosette. I licked my lips.
All of a sudden I realised that if she ever did cuckold me for real, then this is how it might look - her long, sexy legs spread wide as some stud's meaty cock slithered deep into her tight pussy, pumping inside of her over and over again. His balls would be slapping gleefully against her taut butt, becoming coated with her slick secretions. Her pussy lips would cling to his cock with just as much relish as they were clinging to this silicon imitation. I stifled a moan at the thought.
She suddenly eased her pumping motion, and she reached down with her other hand to turn the circular switch. A soft buzz emanated from the dildo, followed immediately by Angela's sudden gasp of pleasure.