Over the next few weeks, I tried on several occasions, to derive some kind of pleasurable experience using several of my wife's toys. Some of them wer... better than others, but by and large, not much was to be gained from doing it. I got to the point of being bored with attempting to get some extra sensation and gave up on the idea. Besides, screwing the wife into the bed felt really good and she could do for me what no other rubber toy could. Apart from watching the tape occasionally, I forgot. We begin chatting again and we decide to indulge in a bottle of wine. The wine gets me a bit warm and our conversation turns a bit naughty talking about each other's sex lives., and as we are chatting, I can't take my eyes off of her, she is sitting with her legs spread a little, and I can see the moist spot in her shorts and the bulge of her pussy, I have never felt this way about a woman before, and I feel myself getting aroused.I excuse myself to go change into something a bit more. Shelly had called her and asked if she could watch the kids for a while since I wasn't home she wanted to go out for dinner and drinks with some girls she went to college with. Since the plan had been to bring the kids over and open presents and have Christmas dinner there anyway my mom had suggested that the kids just go ahead and spend the night and Shelly had agreed. She had dropped them off at six and said she would see them in the morning.I had my first bad thought of the day. Girls she. By default she became my partner on this one. Having had very little working experience to draw on we went to the library with Jas to find books to use as reference. It was an all nighter and the events that took place were the last things on my mind when we went back to my house. The living room was slightly messy and the other housemates were enjoying the football. After meaningless hellos to them, we went straight up to the bedroom and discussed the project then typed up most of the required.