Beside the vibrators were the dildos. She had several of these as well. Five inch, six, seven, eight, nine…even ten. White, brown, black. Thick, thi...n, medium sized. Veiny and smooth. There were dildos shaped like street cones and others like fists. Then there were the anal toys. For Rachel, this was a category of pleasuring as yet unexplored. Her vivid blue eyes moved up and down the display. She needed something small to start with that wouldn’t leave her walking strangely the next day. A. She woke next to her husband, Craig, and put her arm around his sleeping body, which was facing away from her. She found his morning hard-on and began to fondle it, causing him to yawn and roll over.He took off his pajama bottoms to give her better access. She looked at his cock in the early morning light, stroking it lightly."Did you call to make that appointment like I asked?" she asked."No, I did not. Will you suck it?" I don't want to wake the girls." How will sucking it do that?" Let's. She was beautiful.Big tits, pretty, and a nice ass.But we had sex twice a week,every week. Missionary sex if she was sober,and maybe doggy style if she was drunk.And she wasn't a big drinker. Her idea of being naughty was leaving the light on.So we shagged tuesdays after her yoga class ( I suspected her personal trainer was a bit touchy feely,and put her in a horny mood),and Saturday night.So once a week I made a call to an agency and met a stranger for sex.Sex for money. And it was great at. “Oh, you’ve woken up, did you have a good sleep?” she asked in a serious voice, what shit was this girl smoking? I played along“Oh yes” I said nodding my head fully aware that I was totally naked, my limp cock now hanging between my man spread legs,“That’s good” she said, “Gramps always says you have to have a good rest” she continued looking across at her sleeping Grandpa. She looked back at me“Oh my” she said with a look of horror on her face, “You are, Um Naked” she said, “How did that.