I'd never heard of a sex toy party before. But I had sat there and patiently listened to my wife explain to me how a friend of hers had had one and it was a great time. How this sales lady had shown them all kinds of lubricants, lingerie, dildos and vibrators. How she and all the other women had fondled all of these sex-toy items.
I remembered upon hearing this I had conjured up a picture of my wife and all these women masturbating and turning it into a sex party. My wife laughed when I told her about the image running through my mind and she told me no such thing had happened.
I had then suggested to her that maybe we should host a sex-toy party.
Which brings me to tonight. Here I am anxiously waiting for people to start arriving. I am anxious because I have plans that involve us all doing more than just looking at the sex-toys.
The doorbell rings and it is the hostess. She has arrived early to get prepared and starts bringing out all kinds of interesting toys. I offer her some wine and to my wife as well. We sit there and talk and the hostess, Linda, tells me of some of her other parties and how that on a couple of occasions 'things had gotten quite interesting'.
I began thinking how this held out great promise for my hopes of a sex-filled evening when the doorbell rings again. At the door are the majority of the people we invited. I get everybody a drink and we move to the living room to start the sex-toy party. |