The stitches were removed from my manhood during my next consultation with Mr. Rogers, and he declared that he was quite happy with how my recovery was proceeding. There was still an angry red scar where the incision had been, but he told me that in time this would hopefully fade almost completely. Always the harbinger of glad tidings, he instructed to keep taking the medication that kept me flaccid so that everything would continue to heal without interference.

I spent most of my time just pottering around the house, or watching TV, or playing games on the PC. Sometimes I went fishing off a nearby pier, or played a round of golf at a local course. Angela was working during the daytime, and she wasn't due to take her vacation for another six weeks or so; I found that my biggest problem was boredom - but I occupied myself as best I could whilst recuperating.

Another four weeks drifted by, and as the days rolled past, the ever-present and frustrating sexual buzz had asserted itself more and more. The feeling reminded me of when I was a fifteen-year-old; I'm sure that most men can remember those heady days when hormones first ran rampant in their teenage bodies, quickly transforming a usually placid and normal adolescent male into a seething, panting hulk of pent-up sexual lust. This is how I was starting to feel - I was constantly frisky, but with the medication keeping my penis limp there was no real way to gratify my libido. I was horny, but without the horn with which to do anything about it.

The only thing that I could do to slake the lust was to orally please Angela. This seemed to act as some kind of vicarious relief valve for me, and Angela was more than willing - and even eager - to indulge me. In fact, one day last week she had been visiting a customer in a neighbouring suburb and she had popped home unexpectedly for lunch. After I had made her a bite to eat, she had offered me something to snack on - and it definitely was not anything from the major food groups. Suffice to say that she had gone back to work that afternoon with a contented smile on her face.

Just over a couple of weeks ago we had been laying cuddled up in bed after I had pleased her. For some reason, my thoughts drifted to adult toys, and I had offhandedly asked Angela why she hadn't gotten a dildo or vibrator to use whilst I was working abroad.

She pondered for a few seconds. "To be honest, I don't know. I've never really thought about it, since I've never used one. I guess I just didn't need it; anytime we played on the chat program, it was enough for me to just let my fingers do the walking, and imagine you were here with me."

I nodded, and she added, "Besides - now that I think about it, it would've been almost an admission of defeat, maybe. You were only going to be gone six months for chrissake, and I'd like to think that I could wait at least that long." She turned to look at me keenly. "Why do you ask? Would you have wanted me to use one?"

"Maybe," I answered. "I do find it kinda exciting to imagine you using one."

I had engaged Angela's attention; this was the kind of pillow-talk she favoured. "Ooh, really now?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "So - if I bought one, you'd like me to use it?".

I nodded. "I think that would be really hot. I'd love to see that."

"Would you want to watch me using it on myself, or would you want to use it on me?"

I could see what she was thinking; in my permanently flaccid state, a dildo would become a surrogate for my own cock. She was both right and wrong.

"Either," I answered. "I'd love to watch you use it on yourself, but I'd also love to do it for you, as I licked you."

Angela smiled softly. "Well, like I said - I've never used one, honey. But there's always a first time for everything, isn't there?"

My eyebrows rose. "You'd actually get one?"

"Why not? We might have some interesting fun with it." Her face narrowed in thought for a few seconds. "Kerry's wedding is this coming Saturday afternoon, isn't it?"

I nodded. Kerry was Angela's cousin, and she was getting hitched this weekend. The church and reception venue was nearly an hour's drive away on the other side of Melbourne.

"Well," Angela continued. "How about we leave a little early on Saturday morning, honey? If I recall correctly, there's an adult shop opposite a pharmacy that I deal with, not far away from the church. I'll check tomorrow just to make sure the shop's there, but if my memory's correct, we can drop in on the way to the wedding if you like, and have a look-see."

The irony of visiting an adult toy store as we headed to a wedding wasn't lost on me. "Works for me. Maybe we can grab the blushing bride a wedding gift for use on her honeymoon while we're there?"

Angela chortled. "Knowing Kerry, she'd already have two of whatever we bought her." I laughed; Kerry had a well known wild side, and found myself wondering if the groom knew what he was in for.

Angela had recalled correctly - the adult shop was where she thought it was, and we dropped in en route to the wedding on Saturday morning. Both Angela and I were somewhat stunned by some of the more exotic and outlandish adult products on offer. We found the dildo and vibrator section after wading our way through whips and chains, inflatable sex dolls with permanent open-mouthed expressions of surprise on their faces, and an intimidating machine called a Sybian, which looked more likely to be found on a building site rather than in a bedroom. After some muted discussion between us, Angela selected a largish realistic-type silicon vibrator. She paid for her new toy, and we exited the store with as much aplomb as we could muster.

Back in the car, we continued on to the wedding, giggling like school kids as we discussed some of the more kinky and bizarre adult toys that we had seen in the shop. Angela shook her head. "You know, I'm as broadminded as the next person - but Jesus Christ, who the hell wants to fuck a blow-up farm animal?" We had seen rubber blow-up sheep and inflatable pigs for sale in the shop.

I shook my head in wonder. "Horses for courses," I grunted. "Or even horses for intercourses - I'm sure I saw a blow-up pony for sale, too."

Angela hooted with laughter. "Oh, my God! Well, I actually feel very boring and staid just buying a dildo, then!"

"We'll get the inflatable pig next time we visit," I quipped. "Fill it with helium, and when we next watch a Pink Floyd DVD, we can add some awesome realism." Angela laughed again.

Because I was taking medication that warned against using it in conjunction with alcohol, and also to allow Angela a chance to have a few drinks, I nominated myself as the designated driver. The ceremony was gratefully short, and the reception was very good too; I heartily approve of free lobster and caviar, and I was delighted to help empty the buffet tables. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.

Angela was a little tipsy when we arrived home at around midnight; my wife usually became a little horny after she'd had a few - which was absolutely fine by me. We both had a quick nightcap and headed to our bedroom, with Angela clutching her new priapic purchase, still ensconced in its plain paper bag.

She eased the fake cock out of its plastic cocoon; it was just over eight inches long, and I was startled at how closely it resembled the real thing. With a sudden tingle, I realised that it was considerably larger than I was when erect. Even to see Angela handling it sent a lascivious shiver up my spine. She strolled into our en suite, where she gave silicon phallus a thorough wash in warm soapy water. Upon her return, she removed the base of the dangling dick and installed two fresh 'AA' batteries into it, and then stood it upright on her bedside dresser, like a lewd little rocket ready for lift-off.

I was already naked and laying propped up on the bed, and my wife undressed down to her panties and lowered herself beside me. She seized the dildo and rotated the round switch on the base; the dildo responded with an eager whir. She turned it off and then looked at me.

"Ready to watch me use it, honey?" she purred.

I could only nod. I realised I was panting softly as I slid to the end of the bed so I could observe her more clearly.

Angela smiled, and slowly slid her panties off. She then lay back on the bed, spreading her lean thighs. She held the dildo in her hand, her small palm making the ample fake cock look even larger than it was.

She guided the broad head of the dildo down to her pussy lips and gently worked the fake glans between her labia. I realised that my heart rate had just skyrocketed. The soft, rubbery head flexed slightly, and then slowly slithered just inside her lips. Angela closed her eyes and drew it back out, smearing her pussy lips with her secretions. She then rolled the head and shaft of the dildo along her slit, moistening the silicon.

Angela drew her knees further back, tilting her hips upward. The thick head of the fake cock was poised just over her juicy pussy, dipping downward slightly as if it were eager to explore what lay just below. Angela opened her eyes slightly.

"Watch me, baby," she whispered.

She grasped the dildo at the base, and lowered the glans back to rest between her labia. She then drew it gently forward, and the shaft bowed slightly as she applied more force. My heart thumped as I first watched the thick pink head disappear inside her, soon followed by the thick silicon shaft - inch by inch. Angela uttered a syrupy moan.

"Mmm, it's so big, honey," she breathed.

She paused when there was at least a good six inches inside of her. She slowly drew it back out, and I could see the shaft glistening with her juices. Then she slid it back in, even deeper this time. My eyes were riveted to how her pussy lips seem to almost suck at the silicon shaft, moving inwards as she inserted it inside her, and clinging desperately when she slid it back out, as if her pussy was reluctant for it to depart. She slid it home again and uttered a sharp moan, and I realised that almost the whole eight inches was crammed in my wife's steamy cunt.

"Does it feel good?" I heard someone utter, and I suddenly realised that it was my voice.

"Mmm, yeah, baby," Angela murmured. "It's so fucking big... it's been so long since I've had anything inside me... Jesus, it's inside me so tight, honey!"

She now began to slowly fuck herself with it, sliding it in and out in a steady carnal rhythm. Wet slurping sounds began to issue from her pussy as the large dildo began pistoning into her creamy cleft. I glanced up to see that her long nipples were hard, poking upwards from her areolae like twin grapes. A rivulet of her juice suddenly trickled from the base of her slit, and it ran with almost teasing slowness down over her puckered rosette. I licked my lips.

All of a sudden I realised that if she ever did cuckold me for real, then this is how it might look - her long, sexy legs spread wide as some stud's meaty cock slithered deep into her tight pussy, pumping inside of her over and over again. His balls would be slapping gleefully against her taut butt, becoming coated with her slick secretions. Her pussy lips would cling to his cock with just as much relish as they were clinging to this silicon imitation. I stifled a moan at the thought.

She suddenly eased her pumping motion, and she reached down with her other hand to turn the circular switch. A soft buzz emanated from the dildo, followed immediately by Angela's sudden gasp of pleasure.

"Oooh, my God!" Angela panted. "Fuck, that feels sooo good!" She quickly readjusted her grip on the very end of the dildo, and she once more began rapidly sliding it in and out of her steamy cunt. The slippery sounds of its urgent passage added to the electric whir.

I had never seen a woman use a vibrator on herself before - and now I realised what I had been missing. It was one of the most erotic, sensual and carnal things I had ever seen - so much so that almost of its own accord my hand drifted down to stroke myself. I actually located the head of my cock through my briefs before I felt the bandaging, and with a soft grunt of frustration, I forced myself to stop.

Angela was now truly fucking herself with the thick silicon phallus. Her back arched and her hips began to writhe. Her pretty face was clouded with ecstasy as the large indefatigable cock repeatedly plunged into her, over and over. Another stream of her creamy secretions rolled sensually down into the crack of her arse. She was now panting hard, moaning and shaking. She pulled the shaft upwards so that the rubber vibrated against her clit.

"Oh, Jesus fuck...! It's so fucking big!" She started emitting husky moans of pleasure each time the fake cock slammed inside her. Her pussy-lips were red and engorged, and seemed to cling to the big dildo like a long lost lover.

I could see and hear her climax approaching. Her legs began shaking and trembling in earnest, and I could actually see her cunt squeezing the thick pink silicon shaft as the walls of her pussy began tightening. She arched her back, and her beautiful face tilted upwards. The buzz of the dildo echoed the buzz in my own loins.

"Oh, Michael! It's gonna make me cream, baby! Oh, Jesus...! Yes...! Yes...! Oh, God...! Oh God! Now!"

She literally howled as climax tore through her, ramming the large vibrating rubber cock deep inside her as her body jolted and bucked. Her pussy was clenching the silicon shaft so tightly that the tone of the vibrator actually altered with every climactic spasm of her vaginal muscles: Whirr... Wharr... Whirr... Wharr... Whirr... Wharr... Her helpless cries of sheer ecstasy bounced off the bedroom walls.

I realised that I was panting almost as hard as she was. I shook, and it felt like there were a million lecherous butterflies in my stomach.

Angela finally let her body go limp. Her fingers drifted to the circular switch and the hum of the vibrator abruptly ceased. She slid the massive fake cock slowly out of her pussy, and as it exited her love tunnel it made a soft shlop! My eyes were glued to how slick and shiny it was with her cream.

She opened her eyes to slits, and she smiled groggily at me.

"Was that okay, honey?"

I was bereft of speech for several seconds. "Holy fuck!" I finally gasped.

She giggled and held the dildo up. She took note of how slick it was with her cum, and she grinned. "Look at alllll my cream, baby!"

I swallowed. Her smile curled further. "Why don't you lick it all off for me, honey. You don't want me to waste my cream, do you?" She held it out towards me.

Mesmerised, I came closer.

"After you lick it clean for me?" she added in a soft drawl. "Why don't you lick the rest of me clean, too. Will you do that for me, honey?"

Of course I would - and of course, I did.

Twice.

*****

Later she wanted to know what my feelings were as I watched her using the dildo. I softly told her that it was truly one of the most erotic things I have ever seen, and just how much seeing her cum using the toy had turned me on. Angela listened intently.

"Did you think of that naughty little fantasy as you watched, honey?" she asked softly. I knew right away what she was referring to.

"Yes," I softly admitted. "I kept imagining it was a real cock - and not mine."

She nodded and smiled gently. "I figured the idea might pop into your head as you were watching. How did it make you feel?"

"Hot," I told her. "Very hot."

"So obviously you still fantasise about me with sleeping with another man."

"Yeah," I replied. "I guess more so now because of what happened - because I can't do it right now, maybe."

"Because you can't fuck me," Angela stated candidly.

"Yes," I replied softly.

"I can understand that, honey, and I can understand why," she said gently. "I had an inkling that it might've been on your mind a lot more, but I wasn't sure how you'd react right now - you know?"

I smiled faintly. "Well, the idea of you doing it is still as exciting as ever to me."

She slowly nodded, and I could see that she was mentally filing the information.

"Did you enjoy feeling something inside you again?" I gently asked.

"Honestly? Yes, I do," she replied. "As you might know, honey, for a woman there's two types of orgasm - vaginal and clitoral. When I am 'filled', it's a lot easier to have a vaginal orgasm, which for me are a lot stronger."

"So, you miss having intercourse?"

"Yes - yes, I do, very much," she admitted. "A lot, in fact. I can't wait until you're healed, honey, and everything's all working properly again." She glanced at me, and an impish grin appeared on her face. "You'd best prepare yourself, 'cause once you're ready to rock'n'roll, then we'll be rocking and rolling a lot!"

After this initial episode, the dildo came to play a significant role in our bedroom frolics. Angela loves me to slide it inside her, and then for me to lick her clit at the same time. This gives her incredibly powerful orgasms, and I was in many ways glad that our house was some distance away from our neighbours - because her cries of ecstasy were long and loud.

We had also begun to have a little fun outside of the bedroom; one night we were sat on the couch watching the TV. Angela turned her head to me and smiled mischievously.

"You hungry, honey?" she asked.

Not being on the ball, I replied: "Nah, hun. Still pretty full from dinner."

She sent me a mock-pout. "Oooh, okay then. I just thought you might fancy a taco."

I blinked. "Right here?" I asked in delighted surprise.

Angela grinned. "Right here - right now."

Suffice to say that her panties were promptly removed and tossed to the floor in very short order, and I was soon on my knees, kneeling between her legs as I licked and sucked her to climax as the TV twittered in the background.

On another occasion, we were sat at our breakfast bar one Sunday morning, just finishing fried eggs and bacon. We had long ago bought four very tall barstools for use at the breakfast bar, and we were perched atop two of them as we ate. Being a lazy Sunday morning, we were both still clothed in just our dressing gowns, and Angela's hair was still damp after her morning shower. I had reached for my coffee mug, and my elbow had knocked a plate of toast to the floor.

"Dammit!" I grunted, arising from the stool and kneeling down to gather the plate and the scattered toast. I was kneeling almost at Angela's feet with my face almost brushing her right thigh, and she swivelled around on her high stool, and she looked down at me.

Her broad, cheeky grin crept suggestively over her face. "While you're down there, honey..."

I laughed. I had never heard this classically lewd solicitation for oral sex from a woman before.

"Actually, these stools are just at the right height for that, aren't they?" Angela remarked. From my kneeling position, I could see that she was right - her pelvic region sat just above my eye level.

"In fact," Angela continued. "They'd be a great way for you to be able to lick me - from behind."

She uttered a short giggle, and then swivelled her body to face the breakfast bar again. She slid backward on the high stool so that her sexy ass protruded far over the leather seat whilst her lower thighs bore her weight. She then reached down to pull my stool closer to her, and she slid her right thigh sideways over onto it. This meant that her legs were now broadly parted with each thigh resting on different stools. She wriggled a few times to consolidate her position; her backside jutted outward and upwards even further. She looked down at me over her shoulder.

"What do you think, honey?" she asked sweetly. "You think this would be a great position for you to please me?"

It certainly was! The overall effect was that her whole pelvic region now practically hung in mid-air, and her widely parted thighs meant that her pussy and arsehole were deliciously exposed and accessible from underneath. Her contortions had caused her dressing gown to ride up, and from where I was kneeling I had a perfect view of her inverted pussy peeking out from under her buttocks beneath the hem of her gown.

"It's a great position," I agreed excitedly, feeling the buzz intensify in my loins and lower stomach.

She giggled again, and asked in a teasing voice: "Then what's stopping you, honey? Not hungry anymore?"

I was always hungry for what she was offering. I quickly shuffled sideways on my knees until I was directly behind her and almost between the two stools she was perched upon. She reached back and lifted her dressing gown up over her back.

"Lick me, baby," she murmured softly.

I needed no further urging; I steadied myself by placing a hand on each of the stool uprights to either side of me, and I tilted my head back and pressed my upturned face into her crotch from behind. My tongue flicked forth, teasing that sensitive spot between her pussy and her anus.

"Mmm, up a little higher please, honey," she told me. "You know where..."

I knew where, alright; I slid my flattened tongue up to her puckered rosette, licking and rimming her. She had always loved this kind of anal play, and her current spread-eagled posture on the stools made it extremely easy to perform this lecherous sexual act.

The lasciviousness of the situation was intensified when I realised that Angela had actually resumed eating her breakfast as I was rimming her. For some crazy reason, this kinky little twist really turned me on; here I was, with my face pressed to her naked protruding derrière and my tongue devotedly licking her arsehole as she sprawled wantonly at the breakfast bar - and she simply carried on consuming her breakfast as if this were all perfectly normal.

In fact, she said: "Oh yes! Maybe we should do this every Sunday morning, honey - me eating bacon and eggs and toast while you're dining on some fresh rump," She uttered a soft, teasing giggle. "Or maybe a tossed salad."

Her wicked double entendre simply added to my ardour. I kept enthusiastically rimming her until she had finished her repast. She then gave a soft groan, and shifted her thighs a little further back on the barstools, and her delicious nether regions became even more accessible to my eager little tongue.

"Now - lick my pussy please, baby," she softly requested.

The kitchen walls were soon echoing to the soft, wet sounds of my lips and tongue hungrily slurping her pussy, and to Angela's delighted gasps of pleasure.

Well, they do say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

*****