She had grown tired of her most resent toy quite soon so late one night for the shop she brought her toys at was open until early into the AM so shopping when she got off work from her job at 1 AM made this side trip possible.
When she walked in the usual man was behind the counter with his usual smile.
Hey Mac I need a new and better toy then what I brought just last week. Maybe something bigger and more powerful.
Hi baby, back so soon? Remember her being at the store multiple times over the past month or so. Would spent lots of time looking before deciding on what to buy.
"Well those are not real thing, they have limitation on the power and size" says mac grinning. Gives her a look up and down her body as she walks around.
Ugh I just want a toy to feel like I am being fucked. my husband has me or well had me spoiled with his cock not anymore.
can't remember the last time at this point I had sex.
Oh wait yes I can it was two months ago roughly and that was a slam bam thank you mam fucking since then he hasn't touched me.
"Well, no toy can replace the real thing." responds laughing. "However, let me see what I can help you with. What did you buy last time?"
Gives you another look up and down as you look at some bullet vibrators. Wondering where you are coming from at this time of the night, all dressed up, maybe a bar.
Well if you want to feel like a real thing, bullet is probably not the best choice. How about something like this, hands over a rabbit style vibrators, you can stimulate multiple areas at same time.
Sorry meeting.
You know my work and the odd hours I keep, ((what is the husband's name?))
Sharon's voice would speak thankful her bag hide nicely the new toy she had brought.
Meeting at 3:00 am? I hope they pay for your lack of sleep as well. You need to get up in few hours again. Try to sleep in and go to work later. I will sleep in spare room do not to disturb you.
Sharon would just roll her eyes at that.
Yeah fine go sleep in the spare room not like I care anymore, Jerry.
I swear it's like I have the plague since I gave birth to our son three months ago and that was a month after he was born when you threw me down and fucked me for maybe ten minuets before pulling out a going into the restroom to finish off. Yes, I heard you and your damn moans which you still to this day can not keep silent. So yes, Jerry, yes go sleep in the spare room again tonight.
Sharon would then storm off slam the door to what was now for all purposes her room lock the door before falling onto the bed burrowing her head in her favorite soft pillow so that her sobs would not be heard.
((my bad changing a post now. Sharon works one job which normally gets her home around 1 AM to make life easier.))
Jerry goes into the spare room and gently close the door. Didn't know how to react to Sharon, but he knew what he was about to do. He reached into his pockets and grabbed one of Sharon's panties he put aside earlier. He jerked off with it and went to bed.
Early the next morning like perhaps 3 hours after Sharon and Jerry went to bed in their separate room their son JR woke Jerry up screaming. This is when Jerry would find a note.
I can not take the sadness anymore. How you don't even look at me. How you barely want to touch me. Night after night I have been sobbing myself to sleep while masturbating myself and I can not do it anymore.
With the note was the newest toy still unopened in it's box.
Jerry woke up up at the sound of jr crying. And surprised to find a dildo on the bed with a note. Not sure what it meant, it was a black colored dildo. a size much bigger than me. Not sure why it was on the bed and what it meant.