Lovers Enjoy the Thrill of a Threesome with the Help of Their Sexy New Toy

After a long vacation, my boyfriend, Eric, was finally back in town and hornier than ever. Of course, so was I; four weeks without a good fuck was far too long! We were used to being apart regularly, as we both travel a great deal for business, but when he took a monthlong vacation to “recharge,” I thought I’d die. A month was a long time to go without getting laid, especially for me.

The day he got back, I met him at the airport and we went out for a nice dinner before heading back to his place. As soon as we were in the door, we were all over each other: kissing, hands wandering, and clothes being ripped off. We had no restraint, but in the privacy of Eric’s apartment, there was no need to have any.

We stumbled our way over to his plush leather couch and tumbled onto it rather ungracefully, too busy trying to denude each other to worry about being careful in our movements. Eric had already slipped my short dress over my head, leaving me in my lacy bra-and-panty set, stockings, garters, and heels. Eric, on the other hand, was still almost fully clothed. I had unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it hanging off his shoulders, and unfastened his belt and pants, which were now pushed down to his hips but had yet to fall to the floor, as we were still a tangle of limbs on the couch.

I was busy fondling his hard cock through his boxers while my tongue explored the inside of his mouth when he pulled away. Standing from the couch, Eric kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants, and disentangled himself from his button-down shirt, which had wound itself around him in a knotted mess while we were fooling around. Now clad in only an undershirt and his boxers, his cock tenting the front of his shorts, he turned from me and walked over to the door.

After digging through his overstuffed suitcase for several moments, I heard Eric murmur, “Aha!” very quietly. Then, hiding something behind his back, he walked over to the couch again.

“What have you got there?” I asked coyly, hoping he’d give in and give me the present instead of making me wait any longer. Whenever he traveled, he made sure to come back with a surprise for me. Usually it was sexy lingerie, sparkly jewelry, or a fun new toy we could play with. This time I was sure it was a new toy, and I was dying to know what it was.

Before meeting Eric, I had been a fan of sex toys and had a small collection that I played with when I was alone. But when Eric came along, he taught me that half the fun of having all those toys was using them with someone else. Since then, with his help, I’ve built up a rather large collection, which now takes up an entire drawer of my dresser. There are dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, handcuffs, and a slew of other great playthings.

Shaking his head, Eric responded to my question with, “Nope, I’m not gonna tell you yet. But if you take off your bra and panties and hurry to the bedroom before I count to ten, I promise to reward you.”

Smiling, I leaped from the sofa and stripped, leaving on only my stockings and heels, before darting down the short hall and into his bedroom. I hopped onto the king-size bed and sat in the middle of the satin sheets, listening as his slower footsteps followed my path. Whatever he had brought home for me was definitely for use in the bedroom, I was sure, and I couldn’t wait to play with it!

As soon as he crossed the threshold into the room, he saw me on my knees, tits bobbing as I bounced excitedly on the mattress. Obviously pleased, Eric finally gave in and, with a flourish, presented me with my gift. In front of me, lying across his hands, was a fat silicone dildo. It was bigger than any I had seen before, and more realistic, too.

“Since we haven’t been able to play for a while, I thought I’d make things more fun this time around,” he said.

More fun was right! The dildo had to be ten inches long and thicker than any I’d ever used. And it looked so real! When I reached out, running a finger along the toy’s shaft, it felt like I was touching a real cock and not something synthetic. It was made with a new kind of material that felt just like real skin. I had read about it numerous times, but I’d never bought any products made with this new technology, not really believing it could be all that revolutionary. But now, holding the dildo in my hand, I knew no one could lie about how wonderful it really was—and I hadn’t even used it yet!

“What do you think?” Eric asked, smiling broadly at the look on my face.

His voice broke through my reverie, and I dropped the smooth, silky shaft from my grip and looked up. “It’s incredible,” I said, “and I can’t wait for you to use it on me.”

Not bothering to say any more, Eric placed the dildo next to me, stripped, and then climbed onto the bed with me. Pushing me onto my back, he straddled my hips and started kissing me hotly, his hands roaming up and down my chest and arms and fondling my tits. I felt his hard-on pressing against my stomach, and I was already getting wet. Then, releasing my tits, Eric’s hands left my body, and his attention drifted, our kiss breaking.

By the time I opened my eyes a few seconds later, all of his attention was back on me. He was holding the dildo and grinning at me wickedly. He bent down to kiss me again, this time gently running the toy all over my body. I could still feel his own cock pressing against me, and with the two dicks moving against my skin, I felt like I was in the middle of a naughty threesome with two hot studs. And we were just getting started!

Bringing the rubber cock to my face, Eric traced my mouth with the toy’s head before pushing lightly between my lips. He nudged the head inside and told me to suck it—not that I needed to be told to suck a cock when one was presented to me. I drew circles around the bulbous mushroom cap with my tongue and then took more of the cock into my mouth, sucking it like I would any real prick that passed my lips. When I had covered the shaft with my slick saliva, Eric pulled it away, eliciting a low moan from me as I was deprived of my toy.

Before I had a chance to really protest, though, he was moving down my body, trailing the cock down between my breasts, along my stomach, and toward my juicy cunt. He stopped short of my slit, instead running the toy along the top of my mound and back up my stomach while he teased my sex with his fingers. Running one digit along my labia, he made me moan in anticipation. When he slipped his finger between my nether lips and into my dripping cunt, I bucked my hips in excitement, but just as quickly he pulled his finger out. I was clutching the bedsheets, waiting for him to stop teasing me, when I felt the head of the toy pass over my clit and continue down my slit. He used the toy in the same way he had his finger, tracing a path up and down my labia several times before dipping the head between my lips. He did this over and over again, bringing me close to the edge but not letting me climax. Then, finally, he rammed the dildo into me all the way, right up to its delicious balls.

Then Eric started fucking me with the rubber cock. It felt so real, and Eric’s presence definitely added to the sensation. Though he had used dildos on me before, it had always felt like my boyfriend was using a toy on me. This time, however, it felt like my boyfriend was watching me get fucked by another man. I felt like my lover and I were putting on a show for Eric, like the women do in all those “Watching My Wife” letters I read in Penthouse Variations. But then it got even better.

Eric stopped thrusting the cock into me for a moment, and with my eyes closed and my head thrown back against the pillow, I felt the bed shift as he changed position. I sensed a slight shadow pass over me as he swung his leg across my body. Then he settled down again, this time straddling my torso.

When I opened my eyes, his very real dick was bobbing in front of my face. Not one to pass up an opportunity to fill my mouth with cock, I took him between my lips and started sucking, while at the same time he started thrusting the toy cock between my legs again. It was like being in the middle of a threesome with two well-hung men, but there was only one man there—Eric.

As I sucked on his tool, circling the shaft and tracing the veins with my tongue, he kept pounding me with our new dildo. Even though I knew the gargantuan erection slamming into my pussy was fake, with my eyes closed I could easily pretend it belonged to some stranger I had picked up at the airport while waiting for Eric’s flight to arrive. I never wanted the dual sensations to end. The harder and faster my boyfriend fucked me with the dildo, the more enthusiastically I sucked his prick, taking him deep into my throat.

It wasn’t long before I was coming, my cunt muscles squeezing tightly around the almost-real cock. I felt my juices gushing and thoroughly coating the shaft of my toy, dripping down the slit and onto the dildo’s balls and the insides of my thighs. The jolts of pleasure that were shooting through my body started to lessen in intensity as the final waves of my orgasm swept through me. My pussy’s grip on the dildo was loosening when I felt the very real cock in my mouth pulse several times, alerting me of Eric’s oncoming orgasm. With a renewed vigor, I sucked on his tool, bringing him over the edge. As he thrust deep into my mouth, his body shaking as he reached his climax, he finally let go of the dildo’s base, allowing it to slip from between my legs and make a “pop” as it fell free of my pussy.

Finally spent, Eric climbed off me and moved to the foot of the bed to pick up the toy before lying down next to me. “So, what do you think of your present?” he asked, a wide, lazy smile on his face. I smiled back, unable to find the words to describe how wonderful I thought the toy was. It’s now the favorite thing in our toy box, though we save it only for special occasions. When a toy is that much fun, you don’t want to overuse it. Not that I could ever get tired of playing with my dildo, but why take the chance?

—Ms. Isabel E., Omaha, Nebraska