It Started in the Steam Room, Part VI
Two more confessions, and my wife and I turn an exciting corner in our relationship
I looked at the dildo in my wife’s hand. It suddenly looked much bigger than it had in the store, where she insisted on buying one for each of us. “I don’t know,” I said. “That looks like it would split me open.” “It’s not much bigger than you are,” she said, “ And I’ve had you in my butt. If I can do it, you can.” I must have still looked a little doubtful. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll be gentle.” She reached for the b...