I Surprised My Man with Some Toys Made to Satisfy His Cock!

I’ve always been a big fan of vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs—really anything I could get my hands on that would make me come faster or harder. I’ve taken my love for toys with me into my marriage to Ken, and he’s indulged my interest and even gets off on using my toys on me. But recently I decided that it simply wasn’t fair that I got to have all the extra fun while his cock went unattended. So I decided to hunt down some toys built especially for men and surprise him.

I found a special sleeve, designed to surround his cock tightly enough to approximate the feeling of a vagina, but that also had a hole in the bottom allowing for a tiny vibrator to be inserted. That, combined with some lube, could be just the ticket to the most perfect masturbation session around—in fact, I was almost jealous as I fondled the toy, sticking my finger in to discover how tight it could get. I knew from that first stroke that Ken was in for an amazing time. My discovery had perfect timing because I was going away for a four-day business trip and wanted to give Ken the toy as a little gift to keep him occupied while I was gone.

When we were in bed that night, I said to Ken, “I have a present for you, something that I think you’ll especially enjoy while I’m away.” As I spoke, I reached down and stroked his cock, which stiffened in my hand.

“You got me some porn videos? Let’s pop one in,” he said, excited.

“This is even better than porn, trust me,” I said, moving the covers down so I could look at his impressive erection. I leaned down and gave him one wet, slurpy suck on his dick before retrieving the sleeve from its hiding spot. Then I presented it to my surprised husband. He took the toy out of the box and examined it.

“How does it work exactly?” he asked, slightly hesitant, but judging from the bobbing of his still-hard cock, also excited.

“Why don’t I show you, and then you can give me a demonstration? That way, when I’m on the road, I can picture you jerking yourself off with it,” I said, the image in my mind already getting me excited.

I handed him a bottle of lube, then massaged some onto his pulsing cock before slipping the sleeve over his stiff length. Even though it had seemed like fun at the store, you never know how a sex toy is really going to feel until you try it. I looked at Ken expectantly, but I needn’t have been concerned; the look on his face was one of pure ecstasy as he figured out how to use the new device for his maximum enjoyment.

The toy is made of a stretchy material that actually feels close to what a pussy feels like. Used with lube, it seals snugly around a guy’s cock, much like a real girl. However, it’s actually ribbed on the inside, to create an even more arousing sensation, and he can control how tight it feels by squeezing the outside.

That night, I watched as Ken rotated the sleeve and then slid it up and down his shaft. I knew he’d never encountered anything like it, and neither had I. My breathing quickened when I saw the excitement the toy was bringing him.

The look on his face was priceless. He was certainly enjoying his surprise, but I held one more in my hand: a tiny bullet vibe that I was about to stick in the base of the sleeve so that it would pulsate around his cock. I watched as he fucked the sleeve, sliding the blue toy along his length and then pressing it back down.

“Wait, I saved the best for last,” I told him, crawling toward him.

“What else could there possibly be?” he asked, his face taking on that ecstatic look he gets when he’s approaching orgasm.

“You’ll see,” I said teasingly as I stilled his hand on the toy, keeping it wrapped around his cock while I inserted the vibe, then turned on the switch. I kept my hand in place and could feel the tremors rumbling through the toy. I could only imagine how amazing it felt as it vibrated against Ken’s dick.

“Oh, my goodness, Alice, you were right! This is incredible. I’m going to come!” he exclaimed, then closed his eyes and worked the sleeve along his dick even faster, until he was ready to shoot. He pulled it off and spurted a huge arc of hot white liquid into the air. I immediately pushed two fingers inside my pussy, rubbing them against my uppermost wall. In no time, I was pushed over the edge by the sight of my husband coming from the toy I’d bought him. For the rest of the week, in addition to making love, we played with our toys alongside each other, getting a feel for the unique pleasures they provided us. Then, soon enough, it was time for me to head off on my trip.

I boarded the plane, a little sad to be leaving Ken, but knowing that we would each have playthings to occupy us. When I settled into my hotel room to unpack, tired after a long day, I was surprised to find an unfamiliar bag nestled on top of my clothes that I was sure I hadn’t packed. Ken must have slipped it into my suitcase while I was gathering my toiletries. That was just the kind of sneaky thing he might do. I touched the package, but other than feeling something lumpy beneath something soft, I didn’t have a clue what it might be. I quickly opened the bag, intrigued, and was shocked to find it full of brand-new sex toys. I laughed; Ken must have decided that I deserved some treats for my trip. I immediately grabbed the phone and called home. He sounded startled and a little out of it. “Hi, honey, I wanted to let you know that I got here okay… and I found your surprise. I would say you shouldn’t have, but I’m already getting wet just looking at them.” He’d gifted me with a long, slim leopard-print vibrator that was the perfect width, plus another pink vibrator with little flippers on the sides that were clearly meant to stimulate my clit.

Without thinking about it, I took off my clothes, nestled the phone against my ear, and settled myself on my back. “Ken, are you still there? I want you to use your toy while I use mine. It’ll be like jerking off next to each other, or as close as we can get right now.” I was so excited my words tripped over themselves as I spread my legs and worked the vibrator inside my pussy. I was soaking wet so I didn’t need any lube, and when I turned on the toy, tremors rocked my pussy. And when I added the flipper vibe, turning it to its maximum intensity, my whole body began shaking. I moaned into the phone, hoping that Ken could understand my increasing arousal through my nonverbal vocalizations.

As I plunged the vibrator in deeper with each thrust, my body shook more intensely. Ken certainly knew what he was doing when he selected these playthings; they were amazing. Even though I had my favorites back home, knowing that he’d picked out these toys with me in mind made the experience even hotter. I shut my eyes and listened to him breathe, picturing him lying in bed and sliding that special sleeve up and down his cock.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” I said when I could manage to talk.

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing, Alice. I’m lying here with my cock as hard as can be, picturing you jamming those toys in and out of your pretty pussy. And I’ve got this incredible toy wrapped so tightly around my dick, it’s almost like you’re squeezing me with your pussy, clamping down around me in that way you do when you’re about to come. I’ve got the bullet in there, too, so it’s buzzing against my cock, probably the way your pussy’s trembling because of those vibrators,” he responded. As he talked, I was swept away by the sensations of the buzzing toys. The rumble of the dual vibrators brought me to the brink in no time. When my pussy contracted as I climaxed, the slim vibrator shot right out of my cunt.

I laughed as my orgasm subsided, but stayed glued to the phone as I listened to Ken pump himself into ecstasy. I sucked on my fingers loud enough so he could hear me, wishing that I could suck his cock for those last few moments before he climaxed, and when I heard him give a triumphant shout, I smiled at the sound. Nothing beats having hot, raw, dirty sex with my husband, and we’d managed to find a way to handle being apart without sacrificing an ounce of excitement. I tucked my toys neatly into the bedside table, sure that they’d come in handy many more times during my trip, then said good night to Ken and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of more toys and my husband’s cock.

—Ms. Alice K., Norfolk, Virginia