Chapter 1

The U.S. Patent office gets hundreds of applications every day for ideas and inventions. Many of these are rejected for a variety of reasons; insufficient data, duplication of a previous patent, etc. But occasionally one comes along that is life changing. Such was this patent for the world’s first “Smart” dildo. This dildo read a woman’s “frequency” and adjusted its vibrations to work with them to give each individual woman the greatest pleasure.

Donna Turner was an extremely frustrated woman. Her and Michael had been married for twelve years and while at first, their romantic life was hot and they had sex like it had an expiration date, that roaring fire had settled down to just a few embers now that they sometimes struggled to keep alive.

It wasn’t really Michael’s fault – he was in a very competitive business in a very competitive market. He had to put in long hours at times, and work very hard just to stay up with his younger, college-educated colleagues. And he came home tired and would often fall asleep in his chair while he waited for dinner.

Donna knew the pressure Michael was under, and she had tried to be patient and understanding at first. But a woman has needs and when your husband comes home so tired he’s lucky he made it home at all, sexual urges often take a back seat.

So it was for Donna. She loved Michael and wouldn’t dream of cheating on him, but her sexual drive was at its peak and it was hard to ignore the yearning in her belly.

About three months ago, Donna was online finishing paying a couple bills. With nothing really pressing to do for awhile, she started surfing and stumbled across a new story site. Donna looked through the different categories of stories on the site and she picked out one that looked interesting. As she read, she began getting aroused and she could feel her panties getting damp. When she got to the action in the story, she had to stop; her panties were now soaked and her passions were at a fever pitch. She had no choice but to go into her bedroom and “take the edge off” before she could continue reading.

After that first story, Donna went back to the site again and again, each time she would pick a story that looked interesting and read it. Most times it ended up with her having to masturbate just so she could get on with her day and this became her way of taking care of that nagging emptiness between her legs.

One day after getting her daily “fix” of a story and a cum, she went back and looked around the site a bit more. She learned that this site was more than just a story site – it had forums were games and other fun activities could be had, and chat rooms where like-minded people could talk and flirt and play.

She decided that since it had given her so much pleasure and there was so much more to be had, that she would create an account there. After all it was free, and it would entitle her to access these other areas.

Donna felt a little funny setting up a “secret” email account, but she knew that any notifications from the site couldn’t go to the family email account – Michael and their oldest daughter Rachael had access to that account and it wouldn’t do for either of them to find out about her secret pleasure. Rachael was at the age where curiosity still held her tightly in its grasp. Since she communicated with her girlfriends back and forth using that email, Donna needed a private email that her family didn’t know about.

Once the email account was up and active Donna set up her account. She called herself Donna36DD after her breast size and she smiled as she signed herself up with that member name: she knew that it would bring interest to her profile!

With her email account and her story account made now, all she had to do was log in and she could read stories to her heart’s – and pussy’s – content!

A couple days after she signed up, she logged in to find something called a “Friend Request”. Curious, she opened it to see what it was all about and who sent it. It was from someone calling themselves GhostWriter56 and it read:

Hello Donna36DD,

My name is Thomas and I see that you are new to the site here and I just thought that I would send you a Friend Request. I too am from Indiana originally although I hail from Muncie instead of Indianapolis. However I moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico a few years back ... the winters up in Muncie just got to be more than this old body wants to deal with! LOL!

I would very much like to be your friend and maybe you can bring me up to speed on how things in Indiana are these days. I do miss the place sometimes.

Donna sat there, reading the Friend Request three or four times, and biting her fingernail pensively. This Friend Request thing wasn’t something she had counted on – she was mainly just there to read stories. But then she figured he did live halfway across the country and he only knew her first name. He couldn’t even be sure if her name really was Donna or if she really lived in Indianapolis! That made her feel a lot better and the anonymity convinced her to click “Accept”. Donna had made her first new friend!

She told herself that as long as it didn’t go any further than casual chat and friendship it would be okay. She wasn’t cheating or fooling around – she was only talking to someone who used to live in the area. And he seemed nice enough, polite and respectful. She let him know right up front that she was happily married and not like some on that site “looking for love in all the wrong places”!

And Thomas was also happily married although his wife, Mary, was partially impaired these days due to a stroke she had the previous spring. She learned over the next few emails that Thomas was indeed fifty six years old and a bank manager. He had two girls who had places and lives of their own. One he had told her was married to a military man stationed at the time in Japan and the other lived in Los Angeles.

She told him that she had two daughters as well; Rachael the oldest was ten years old and little Amy was six. She told him her husband Michael was an advertising executive with a company there in Indianapolis.

The two of them began getting more and more acquainted and soon a good friendship developed. They began telling more personal things about themselves and their lives and Donna began to talk to him when she was having a bad day or needed someone just to be there to listen when she needed to vent. She always asked about Mary and how she was doing and it was a very nice friendship that they built with each other. While Thomas would tell Mary about the things they talked about – she knew about the story site and was glad that Thomas had made a friend from Indiana, Donna never told Michael about the site or her new friend. She was afraid he wouldn’t understand.

Donna learned not too far into their friendship that Thomas wrote stories for the site and she began to read some of them. Thomas wrote in a number of different genres and categories and Donna read a lot of them. She enjoyed his stories – he had a certain way of writing that always made her feel like the story was about her or that she could put herself into it.

Occasionally, Thomas would ask her what kind of story she wanted to read and then he would take her ideas and suggestions and write a story for her – changing the characters name and certain details just to protect her. Thomas was always a gentleman and did nothing to cause any undue and unwarranted “attention” to her.

Reading Thomas’s stories became the high point of her day and she looked forward to her “special time” – when Michael was at work, Rachael was in school and Amy was in kindergarten. Donna had the place to herself for a few hours and she could read and then masturbate to the story without fear of interruption. Thomas’s stories were a huge turn on for her, and it was a thrilling to be able to read the fantasies he wrote about – many of which she had suggested herself from her own naughty dreams and thoughts. Donna was wet every time she sat down with one of his stories, fingering herself constantly while reading the stories.

Donna’s new interest in erotic stories, however, had one drawback. The sexy fantasies always made Donna as horny as hell, and she thought about sex almost constantly now. Every time she was home alone she’d be online reading erotic fiction, or emailing with Thomas she would be thinking about sex or about some fantasy that she would soon be masturbating to.

Donna became even more sex-obsessed; she seemed to be constantly wet these days, and there was a perpetual tension in her pussy she struggled to relieve. There was only one way Donna knew to ease the frustration in her body and that was to masturbate. Consequently, her finger was on her clit any time she had the opportunity.

This went on for about a month before Thomas made a suggestion that he thought might help with her pussy pre-occupation.

“Donna, I want to ask you a question, but I’m hesitant to because I don’t want to overstep my bounds,” he said one day during their conversation about his latest story.

“Thomas, dear, we are good friends and should be able to talk freely with each other, don’t you think? What is your question?” Donna reassured him.

“Well, I know you enjoy my stories and you have told me how they excite you and make you feel. I was just wondering ... um ... do you...” he let the sentence fade out, not sure if he should continue.

“Do I masturbate? Is that what you’re asking, Thomas?” she asked.

“Yes. I was just curious – you don’t have to tell me if you think it’s too personal,” he quickly added.

“Yes, Thomas. Yes, I do masturbate to your stories. Quite often, too. You are a very good writer and your stories make it easy for me to put myself in them and imagine the things happening to me that are happening to her. When you write things like ‘he shoved his hard cock deep into her welcoming pussy’ I can sort of feel it in my mind. Or when you say ‘she loved the salty taste of his manhood’ I can taste it in my head. So yes I masturbate to your stories a lot,” she confessed.

“I see. Well I’m glad you enjoy my stories so much and I’m glad they help you,” he said.

“Actually, Thomas they don’t always. The truth of the matter is sometimes I end up hornier and more in need than when I started. It’s not your fault, it’s just ... well, Michael works hard and is often too tired when he comes home to do anything. It leaves me frustrated and lonesome. That’s why I came here to begin with,” she said.

“Yes, you’ve told me about your husband’s work. I’m sorry, Donna. Do you have something – a ‘plastic boyfriend’ – to help you out?” he asked.

“You mean like a sex toy? No, I don’t have anything like that. I usually just use my fingers or maybe something around the house here. I’ve tried a few different things – you know a cucumber, my electric toothbrush handle, leaning up against the washing machine while doing laundry. They all work sort of, but they still leave me wanting something,” she said.

“Well, what if you bought yourself a toy to use. It might help you get some kind of fulfillment, Donna. I hate that you are reading my stories and it’s leaving you worse off than before you started!” he said sympathetically.

“I don’t know how I could, Thomas. I can’t shop for one online because Thomas sees all the credit card bills. And what if it came while someone was home? How could I explain that?” she said.

“How about going to an adult store? I’m sure they have them there in Indianapolis,” he said. “and you could use cash that way too. Untraceable.”

“Oh god no! What if someone saw me there! I’d die of embarrassment!” she exclaimed.

“Donna, honey, Indianapolis is a big city. There are nearly a million people in the Greater Indianapolis area. I sincerely doubt anyone you know would happen to be driving past a particular adult store at a particular time and see your particular vehicle parked out front and know you were inside buying a vibrator!” he chuckled.

“Yes, but what about the clerk at the store? He would see me and know what I was buying!” she said.

“Again, Indianapolis is a big place – do you personally know anyone who works at an adult store?” he asked.

“No, but...” she replied.

“Well, the odds of you buying a vibrator or dildo and then running into that clerk someplace else is pretty remote, don’t you think? So why worry about what he or she thinks ... you’ll likely never see them again. And they won’t know who you are anyway!” he said.

Thomas’s arguments made a lot of sense. Donna really didn’t have any more to worry about going to one of the adult stores than she did reading her stories. Both were totally anonymous situations. And she was comfortable being on the story site – even comfortable talking about personal intimate things with Thomas whom she had never met and who for all practical purposes, didn’t know.

Donna had never used a sex toy before. To do so would mean she acknowledged her sexual urges and the frustrations of her married life. And she wasn’t prepared to face that reality just yet.

But then, Thomas introduced vibrators and dildos into the fantasy he was currently writing. Donna knew that he often based characters on her and wrote his stories with her as the main female character (he changed her name in each story, but she knew he had her in mind as he wrote them). She found the idea quite exciting, and had encouraged Thomas to have ‘Tina’ use them to pleasure herself on a regular basis.

She also insisted on the sex toys be different types and sizes – including some really large and intimidating ones. Donna liked the idea of having her body stretched and filled by a long thick dildo. She ached with pent-up lust as she wondered what it must feel like to be invaded like that. As she read the stories Thomas wrote, inevitably her fingers would blur over her clit, as she sought the release of her impending orgasm.

Before long, the idea of using a vibrator began to fascinate Donna. It was such a naughty, blatantly sexual thing to do and made her feel dirty and slutty – something which she found strangely exciting and yet still be a ‘safe’ activity. She had always thought of herself as a “good girl”, but the idea of being a little on the slutty side now appealed to her.

Just thinking about holding a vibrator to her pussy made Donna wet, and she found herself almost longing to feel something bigger than her finger inside her. Donna needed to be filled, to be stuffed full of something that would challenge her and make her feel like she was being fucked. Until now, she had managed to climax by imagining she was being fucked by the hero in Thomas’s stories as she masturbated the old-fashioned way. But using a buzzing toy on her sopping wet pussy sounded so much more fun!

It wasn’t long before Donna had talked herself into buying one. Thomas’s stories and the exploits of the women using toys in his stories were just the extra push she needed. But how to go about getting one? Donna knew she couldn’t order one online – If she did there was a chance her husband or daughters would be home when it was delivered. The thought that her family might find out their wife and mother was a sex-mad serial masturbator, made her shudder.

No, she’d have to go to a shop, that much was certain. And she would pay cash for the item so it couldn’t be traced back to her and she wouldn’t get any unwanted and possibly questionable sale flyers or coupons or anything that might give her “shopping” away.

To aid in her shopping for a plastic boyfriend, she went online to look at some examples. But she found it hard to visualize the sizes of some of the toys that interested her. How did she know how big of a toy that she needed to get? She knew Michael was average length – she had measured him once when they were fooling around. Fully erect and hard he was a tad over six inches long and two and a half inches around. Which did the job for her, but she figured if she was going to have a fantasy “lover”, she may as well get one that really filled her hungry pussy! Looking at the sex toys online, it was difficult too for Donna imagine what they would feel like inside her.