A True Account
For one reason or another Andy felt as if he was having a bit of a problem in the bedroom department with his wife, Lisa. He was not sure what it was, probably his age, he was 45. "Middle age kicking in" he thought. He felt as if he needed some help but was not sure where to turn to. He had been to the doctor a couple of years earlier but the tablets that were prescribed did not really seem to do much so he did not want to go back.
It played on his mind for a few weeks, which probably made it worse. One of the thoughts that popped into his messed up mind was to buy a sex toy to replace what he had trouble doing, keeping it up. It was not so much as he couldn't get it up, there was not a problem there. It was keeping it up long enough to satisfy his wife.
They had played around with sex toys in the past and they had a vibrator and a Rampant Rabbit. The vibrator was just a standard, smooth, pink one that had variable speed control. The only problem with this is that it was very hard and if he or Lisa misjudged it, it could hurt her. The Rampant Rabbit on the other hand was made out of softer material but was noisy as hell and that put them off.
He had to think of something else, but what?
Eventually he decided on a dildo so one afternoon he took himself off to Ann Summers to see what they had on offer but was disheartened when all they seemed to have was more Rampant Rabbits and more vibrators. His other option was to look on the internet but they shared a PC and he wanted it to be a surprise so he couldn't shop at home.
The next day, minimising the internet explorer window on his PC at work so it was letter box size at the bottom of the screen, he found a suitable website and chose a jelly type dildo. As he browsed the websites goods he came across some anal beads and added them to his basket along with the dildo.
The other thought he had while surfing the site was to order himself a cock ring. He had no idea of how to wear one but chose one anyway and added that to his basket along with the other goods.
The window he was using was so small he could barley see what he was ordering but he needed to be careful. He entered all of his details and chose to have the goods delivered the next day.
'That's it" he thought satisfied with his shopping "We will have some fun tomorrow night"
The following day came and went with no mention of any parcel being delivered as did the next day. He was confused and concerned. Had an unexpected parcel turned up but they had been unable to deliver it they would have left a card; Lisa would surely have mentioned it. He E-Mailed the company he had ordered the goods from asking where his parcel was and suggesting that they refunded the next day delivery charge.
That evening he struggled to find an opportune moment to slip "Have we had any post recently" into the conversation so just left it.
The following morning, surprisingly, he had the ideal opportunity,