Dildos ...

“What are we doing here?” she asks. Looking around the room, she eyes the walls; one decorated with dildos, one with videos, and another with magazines. Behind the counter display, which contains DVD’s, CD-ROM’s, gels, lubricants, and other assorted sundries, stands a burly clerk, and behind him is a wall full of bondage items. Milling about among the racks on the floor are six men. There is no indication of how many people are in the booths, and how many dancers there are.

“You need to pick out some dildos for the party,” I tell my wife.

“What do you mean,” she inquires, unsure of their purpose.

“You dance for a while, stripping down. Then you play with yourself for a little while, getting yourself and the guys worked up. You can use dildos, vibrators, or butt plugs; whatever turns you on. Once everyone is revved up, then things get going.”

She looks at me with concerned eyes. “You mean to tell me, not only do you want me to strip for these guys, blow them all, and fuck the groom; but I have to masturbate in front of them also?”

I smile a big cat’s grin, “Yep!”

“This has gone too far,” she spits back. “There’s no way …”

I interrupt her little tirade. “Listen, you fucking slut! You were the one that decided you wanted to fuck different men. You were the one that I saw enjoying the cum bath from that bastard. You were the one that agreed to my terms! Now go pick out a big dildo, an even bigger vibrator, and a goddamn butt plug, or I’ll pick ‘em out for you. I’m sure you wouldn’t like the ones I pick out either.” I watch as her resolve diminishes before my eyes. Just to put her in her place, I add, “When you find something you like, get my approval by calling out across the room, ‘Will this do?’!”

I watch as the crimson red color rises over her face. It could be from embarrassment or anger; I don’t really care. She lowers her head and slowly makes her way to the wall lined with imitation cocks. Knowing she has to pick out three objects, she opts for a slim-lined, seven-inch dildo, called the “Silver Bullet.” She quickly picks it off the rack and returns to me at the magazine rack. “Will this do?” she asks.

“Of course not,” I reply. “Pick out a real size cock, at least! Pick out one that’s gonna turn you on!” I wait till she turns around, and then add, “And don’t keep coming back here to check with me; just hold it up for me to see, and I’ll tell you yes or no!” I know that she will be doubly embarrassed having to call out so that everyone in the store will hear her and watch her.

I watch her over top of the cum slut magazine I am holding. She returns the package to its spot and moves her hand over the packages containing the ‘lifelike’ dildos. She contemplates which one to choose, still keeping in mind that she’s going to have to pick out an even larger vibrator. She finally settles on an eight-inch, gel cock, that’s about two inches in diameter. Turning around, she holds it up so that I can see. I hold my hand to my ear, indicating that she needs to speak up. “Will this do?”

Every eye in the store looked in the direction of the voice, only to see my wife’s crimson face and her trembling hand holding a dildo for all to see. Still not satisfied, I tormented her. “Is that as big as the one you had the other day?” I asked. Still holding my hand to my ear, I awaited her reply, knowing what it should be!

“No,” came the humble and meek reply that every patron in the store heard.

“Well then, I’m sure that won’t do! Now pick out something that’ll turn you on!” I was almost certain I could hear a couple of jaws hit the floor.

Once again, she returned to the wall, this time going straight towards the ‘ten plus’ section. Her hands grazed along several cocks, before finally settling on a twelve-inch long, three-inch wide rubber cock, with a big set of balls at the base. When she turned around, I could see the spark of lust in her eyes, as she held it up and asked if it would do. Determined to push my slut-wife to the limit, I asked, “Is that bigger than you had the other day?” She nodded her head affirmatively. “Does it turn you on?” Again she nodded. “Are you getting wet, thinking about it?” Her face was beet red, but she still nodded, admitting her sluttishness to everyone in the room. “Now the others!”

Grasping onto her prized possession, she returned to the wall and began eying the vibrators. Since she already had the twelve-inch cock in her grasp, her choices were limited. There was one that caught her eye. “King Kong Buster” was labeled on the container. Fourteen inches long and four inches around, this black brute was designed to fill and stretch! She held it up, knowing that I would approve. “You like ‘em big, don’t you?” She smiled and nodded.

My slutty wife was in the mood now. She went directly to the butt plugs and picked out a larger one than I would have chosen. In a clear and excited voice, she called out across the room, “Can I have this one?”

We made our way to the clerk, as my wife placed the three items on the counter. I also picked up two pairs of hand cuffs, and ankle bracelets, along with some KY. “What are those for,” my wife asked. “To tie up the groom,” I lied. We paid for the items and headed home.

When we got home I lined up the items on her dresser, so she could see them there the entire time. “Not tonight!” The torment would continue. “Get some sleep. We’ve got one more place to go tomorrow night. Then it’s time for your big show!”