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Lori giggled, blushing as she and her husband exited the adult toy shop. They had gone in on a whim, but hadn’t bought anything - Lori had been reduced to fits of laughter and nervous giggling, as she turned red almost as soon as they walked in the door.
The truth was, as embarrassed as she felt, she actually found a lot of the items in there surprisingly exciting. She had found herself rubbing her legs together as when Brad (her husband) had picked up a ring gag - she could actually still feel the wetness in her panties.
Still - though she’d let Brad tie her up a few times (and had cum as hard as she ever had before) she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to try out any of the toys in there. Particularly with the salesgirls watching her buy them.
“You want fetish, sir and madam?”
Lori turned, her blush deepening as she brushed her curled black hair away from her freckled face in the breeze. Who... ?
She swallowed and giggled, grabbing Brad’s arm as she pushed up against him. He grinned down at her, knowing what she had been thinking. They both looked at the small man who was holding a large tray of fetish statues. He was so short and squat that he almost seemed to be a large statue himself, his broad-brimmed hat shading a dark, lined face from the sun. Brown eyes sparkled up at them, as he leveled a broad smile at the pretty girl.
“I have many fetishes - all kinds! Bring fortune and excitement to your home,” he said this with a broad wink that drew another giggle from Lori - she wasn’t usually this giggly, but leftover nervousness had left her that way. Her cheeks were flushed beneath her blue eyes.
“Sure ... whaddaya got and how much?” Brad asked, “I’m sure my wife would love a new fetish.” At 6’3” Brad towered over both of them, though even she - a petite 5’3” - was taller than the small man in front of them.
“Matam has many fetishes for your wife! Only one dollar! Perhaps this lovely dog fetish? Or a fertility fetish?” said again with the friendly wink.
Lori coughed and looked down quickly. No, not a fertility fetish, she didn’t think ... they’d only been married three months, and at 22, she wasn’t ready for that yet. Her eyes lighted on a peculiar statue and she pointed at it.
“What’s that one?”
“Ahhhhh,” Matam said, nodding, “is a modern one. Brings new and interesting things into ones life. It is ... it is a rubber fetish!”
He grinned, and Lori had to clap her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
Brad smiled as well and muttered, “I’m pretty sure some of the people in that store have that one,” then said more loudly, “Great. We’ll take it.”
Lori snickered at Brad’s comment and reached out for the small figure as Brad pulled a dollar out of his wallet. It was perfectly black and smooth, and she realized as she picked it up that it was a figure of a slim woman, with a look of something like surprise on her face, he mouth curved in an “o”. It was clearly made out of rubber, though something about it was surprisingly pleasing to the touch. Lori shivered slightly as she held it.
As they walked away from the smiling man, Lori tucked the figure into her jeans.
“OH GOD! OH GOD YES! OHHHHHHH! AH AH AH!”
Lori lay on the bed, squealing in pleasure as Brad licked her. In the car ride home, she’d found herself growing more and more aroused, to the point that by the time they’d gotten into the house she’d had to run into their room and pull of her jeans and panties - she’d actually soaked them clean through. Her haste to get out of her pants wasn’t wasted on Brad, and he’d clearly been quite happy to get into them, grabbing her and throwing her onto the bed.
She hadn’t had time to think about her oddly extreme arousal (she’d never been that wet) before she and Brad were kissing. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive, too, and she’d gasped loudly when he’d pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her smallish breasts, and started licking her hard nubbins. She’d squirmed with excitement as he kissed his way down her belly, and pushed her slender legs apart to reveal the very wet black curls between her thighs.
When he’d lowered his mouth to her hot pussy, she’d started to cum almost immediately. She was to busy crying and screaming as he licked her to think much about how odd it was that she was so primed - usually it took her several minutes of foreplay to build to an orgasm like that ... and then she was suddenly having another ... and another!
When Brad finally lifted his glistening mouth from her cunt with a somewhat shocked grin, Lori shivered and let out a small sob. She’d never been multi-orgasmic before! She certainly wasn’t going to complain, however ... although now ... now she was starting to ache.
With an almost begging tone she looked down at her husband.
“Please ... fuck me ... oh please...”
Brad’s surprise - she rarely was that expressive of her desires, and rarely even used the word “fuck” - was quickly replaced by excitement. He clambered over her, making her feel so small as always. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up, folding her almost in half. Usually she preferred having her legs down, but she knew that Brad liked this position better. Almost desperate in her excitement, she grabbed her ankles, wrapping her small fingers around Brad’s larger ones.
Her eyes went wide as Brad thrust into her all of a sudden, and she came again, with a shriek. She let go of Brad’s hands and began clawing at his back - she’d never come this hard or this loudly before in her life. Tears were streaming from her eyes as her shriek rose into breathy chirps. She tucked her head into Brad’s shoulder as he grunted and thrust into her harder and faster - his modest-sized cock felt massive inside her for some reason, as though she was even tighter than usual. In the haze of her lust, she felt Brad’s fingers tickling her ears ... which she would have thought was odd had it not launched her into yet another orgasm.
Suddenly Brad let out a long, deep moan as his weight pressed down on her, and she could feel his warmth spreading inside her, rocketing her orgasm even higher, though she made almost no sound at this point, she was screaming so hard in pleasure.
Finally, he collapsed onto her, his fingers sliding through her hair, the flats of his palms oddly pressing against the side of her head. As the surges of pleasure through her body finally began to subside, Lori began to shudder and sob from exhausted pleasure. She lay there, dazed and whimpering, as she felt Brad slowly lever himself upward with an exhausted grunt.
“Oh my god! Lori, are you OK?!”
Lori opened her eyes with a bleary smile, to tell Brad that she was most certainly more than just “OK”, but her comment was cut of before she started at the look of panic in Brad’s face, staring down at her.
“What ... Brad, what’s wrong?”
Lori was getting worried now, as Brad still stared at her with a dumbstruck expression. She noticed his eyes were flicking from one side of her head to the other, quickly. She reached up with her hands - had something happened to her hair... ?
And suddenly jumped with a small yelp as she felt hands touch her feet!
Slowly, eyes wide as the haze of lust faded to confusion and surprise, she turned her head ... and lying on the bed next to her was her small foot. Lori swallowed hard as she wiggled her toes and saw those of the foot next to her head wiggle at her.
She lifted her head slightly, and followed the curve of her ankle up to her thigh, also pressed against the bed, and then down over the curve of her ass to see her crotch, Brad’s oddly still slightly hard cock sticking out of her pussy (and sending a tickle of pleasure through her as he moved slightly). Her eyes continued around following her other leg up until she saw her left foot lying next to her on the bed as well.
She had been, quite literally, folded in half.
Lori let out a small, wordless squeak of some unnameable emotion.
The sound seemed to break Brad out of his reverie and he jumped up off of her with a yell, eliciting a shocked grunt of unexpected pleasure from Lori as his softening cock popped out of her pussy.
“Oh my god! Oh god! Lori, I’m so sorry! Oh god - I’m going to call 911 oh my god just stay there don’t move I whulp!!”
.... There is more of this story ...