“Is there something you want to tell me?”
I said stared at the ceiling and said nothing.
“Don’t you think you owe me an explanation? That I deserve one?”
After a minute of piercing silence I replied, “It’s not what you think, I’m not a guy… I’m not a ladyboy or transgender…”
And then it all came out, my whole sordid, awkward story. Joy became the first person I ever told. As I explained, I cried but I felt like the burden had finally been lifted. She became the first besides my family that knew my secret. She had a few questions and I answered them honestly. She cried too. Then we lay there silently for several minutes until I broke it.
“Joy?”
“Yeah?”
“Now what?”
“Huh? What do you mean ‘now what’?” She sounded hurt and a little irritated. Then continued, “I love you, Maricel”.
Ane we fell back into silence for who knows how long. The first one to come back to life was Junior. He began stirring underneath her pussy. The little prick was getting hard again! Joy lifted her face and kissed me. We began making out with passion, Joy grinding on my cock as we kissed. As Joy moved forward for me to suck her nipples, I stabbed her with my dick and it slid inside her. She backed up and took it all, although there wasn’t much to take. It was sort of awkward, being so small there wasn’t a lot of room for thrusting. Joy figured out a solution, she began to grind her clit on my pubic bone by moving her hips in a circular motion. We fucked like that in a frenzy and she came with me inside her. It felt awesome when her pussy contracted and spasmed, I never experienced that before. The second one put me over the edge, and we orgasmed together. Mine was dry, but wow… it felt great! The word “earthshaking”came to mind. Then I realized I had hold of one of her titties with a death grip. I released it and she rolled off me and to my side.
Weeks passed, and Joy and I were happy and as sexually-active as newlyweds. But something began bugging me over time. I realized that Joy needed a man… and I realized that I needed a cock. When we made love, things were fine. But when we fucking GOT IT ON… we both needed a guy. My problem was when and how to broach the subject with Joy. She was conservative, and introducing another party into our sex life might make her uncomfortable, or worse, hurt.
I finally raised he question one night after we had a great fuck in the shower. We had just prepped and climbed into bed.
“Joy?”
“Yes labs?”
“Do you ever miss fucking guys?”
“Why, do you?”
“I asked you first….”
“Honestly? Yes. Do you?”
“Uhm… Yeah.”
And it was that simple! Then we began to discuss the logistics, who and when, etc. It would take some thinking and some careful planning. Joy had no experience with picking up strangers. I had plenty of experience, but I kind of dreaded seeing her with a man. The idea was hot, but felt kind of threatening. And where would we find someone? After all, we were a couple and deeply in love. It wouldn’t be so easy to let a stranger in on our love life. It’s the most intimate thing we shared together! Getting someone we knew and mutually admired wouldn’t be simple either. What if something went wrong, and we still had to see that person? What would it do to the friendship? Wouldn’t it be awkward?
Joy fell asleep, she had to work in the morning but I was off. I lay there thinking and came up with an idea. The next morning, as soon as she left, I showered and headed to Makati. There was a sex shop there that I had heard about. As much experience as I had, I never ventured into toys at all so this was another first for me. I was astounded when I walked through the door. First, the very strong smell of plastic. latex and silicone hit me. Next, I was amazed by the selection! I browsed the aisles, looking at the many, many toys. I wondered what some of them were; how they would be used and what it would feel like. I browsed the vibrators and dildos next, then came to the section I was looking for… strap-ons. I was feeling so fucking horny by now, I leaked some cum into my panty.
All of the ones I liked were so expensive! But I continued looking, the selection was immense. Finally, I found what looked like a pretty good one; large, flexible, an internal vibrator, and a comfortable-looking harness. I felt it… it had natural feeling skin. Mmmm… my knees shook a little as I squeezed it. This is it! I just barely had enough money to buy it and get home. I walked to the counter.
Suddenly I was embarrassed, but the clerk, a middle-aged man, rang it up like it was a bag of chips or something.
“You have batteries?”
“Huh?”
“BATTERIES!”
“Uhm…. No?”
“Well, you’re gonna need some”. He reached for the batteries and rang them up.
“Lube?”
“Huh?”
“LUBE!” He rolled his eyes at me.
“Yeah, give me some….” I didn’t know if we needed it or not! I imagined she would be pretty wet. Shit… even without a pussy, I was wet from just looking at this thin…