My First Sex Toy

A wife enjoys her first sex toy in a hotel.

My name is Jemma, and I am thirty-one years old. I work as a sales consultant, spending many days on the road, staying in nice hotels, meeting clients, presenting proposals, and building relationships with a warm, friendly smile that comes very naturally to me.

At five feet seven inches tall, I have a curvaceous figure with a narrow waist, softy rounded hips and buttocks, and a full 32E bust that I dress professionally in tailored blouses. I sometimes wear a business suit with heels, but mostly I wear crisp blouses and pencil skirts.

My long, dark brown hair falls either straight or in waves down my back, depending on my mood, though I have been known to put it up in a messy bun when I’m working under pressure. I have blue eyes that I’m told are very pretty, and I like to think I carry myself with quiet confidence and kindness.

I am happily married to a good man. We share a comfortable home, mutual respect, and a life filled with many blessings. Yet, in the most intimate part of our marriage, something has unfortunately and quietly faded.

The passion that once burned between us has become gentle and infrequent, leaving me with a deep, unspoken yearning. I love my husband dearly, and I would never wish to hurt our bond, so I have chosen to explore my desires in a very private, personal way.

That is how I came to own two identical eight-inch dildos. They are beautifully realistic, with soft-yet-firm silicone, detailed veins, and a gentle upward curve that feels wonderful when I work them deep inside me.

Their strong suction bases allow me to place them securely to walls and floors, but I keep them for my business trips only, tucked discreetly inside my suitcase. They are strictly my secret companions when I am alone in hotels.

There is something incredibly liberating about arriving in a quiet hotel after a long day of meetings, and slipping out of my professional attire to indulge myself and my imagination. I love all the naughty, dirty, and sometimes obscene places it takes me.

I like to role play my fantasies, speaking to my toys as though they are my secret lovers who know exactly how to please me. I love the way they fill and stretch me at both ends until I’m trembling and utterly satisfied.

I am a respectable woman who values her marriage and her career, yet I have learned to honour the sensual woman I am inside. These private moments have become a beautiful, honest part of my life. They bring me joy, release, and a glowing confidence to my days.

However, before I owned two dildos, I only owned one. I bought it online and packed it discreetly inside my suitcase before my husband saw it. I also cut the packaging into tiny pieces before throwing it away. The whole sneaking about made me feel excitedly naughty.

When I arrived at the hotel one late Sunday afternoon, after a two-hour drive, I unpacked my suitcase and prepared my attire for the next day, then went into the bathroom with my silicone friend for a long, hot shower.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, I attached the suction base firmly to the tiled wall at just the right height and then turned the shower on. While I waited for the water to warm up, I caught my naked reflection in the mirror and took a moment to appreciate my curvy body.

I know I’m not exceptionally striking or model-tier in terms of my face. But I have the confidence without any vanity or modesty to believe that I am an attractive, above average woman. I notice the way some clients look at me when they think I’m focused on work.

Their slight smiles and lingering glances at my legs, or my large, natural bust filling the fabric of my blouse. A few have tried the ‘hotel bar for a quick drink to discuss the details’ line. I can feel the heat in their interest. That male mix of professional respect and wanton lust to get laid after business.

It does give me a little rush and a warm tingle of being wanted by successful, confident men, especially when I’m not getting any from my own husband. I always just smile politely and keep it professional. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel desired inside.

I started to feel that desire as I stood naked in front of the hotel bathroom mirror, waiting for the water to heat up. I ran my hands slowly up my sides, cupping my large breasts, feeling their warm and firm weight before trailing one hand down my tummy.

Reaching my pleasantly trimmed mound, I carried on and brushed my fingers through the dark curls. I was already slightly swollen and glistening when I moved my clit around in slow, soft circles, emitting quiet sighs of arousal, building the anticipation.

My other hand was still cupping a breast, fingers rolling the taut nipple gently. But then the mirror began to fog, reminding me that I was only supposed to be waiting for the water to run hot. I slipped a finger inside my pussy, gasping as I watched it disappear and then re-emerge sticky.

Without thinking, I brought my finger up to my mouth and tasted myself before stepping into the walk-in shower and closing the door firmly behind me. I smiled at the dildo stuck to the tile, wrapped my hand around the base and gave it a few firm strokes.

“Mmm, hello, big boy,” I said, then let go to wash my hair and body, knowing I had all night to play with my sex toy.

But as soon as I was done washing myself, I couldn’t wait any longer. I kept the shower running but turned the temperature down slightly, then dropped to my knees like a horny slut. As the water cascaded over every inch of me, I brought my lips to the toy.

“If only you were the real thing, right now,” I whispered, kissing the tip while I gripped the base of the shaft.

I’d always wondered what it would be like to handle such a size, to learn if I could take something so big. Time to find out. I kissed it again then took it into my mouth, sucking slowly and deeper while one hand slipped between my legs to see to my pussy.

As my fingers circled my swollen clit, and traced my wet folds, I worshipped the toy with my lips and tongue, lost in the fantasy that I was servicing a hung client. The only thing missing was his hands pulling on my head, so I forced myself to go deeper until I gagged.

After a while, the need inside me grew too strong to ignore. I stood, turned my back to the wall, and bent forward slightly, bracing one hand on the glass cubicle wall, ready to fill my pussy with its biggest and thickest challenge.

Am I really going to do this? Yes. Fuck yes. I need to know how it feels.

I reached behind and guided the wide, bulbous head to my entrance, rubbing it slowly against my slick folds, coating it with my wetness and the shower water. Just that pressure alone made me moan softly. I was soaked, but this was still going to test my resolve. I pushed back, gasping sharply.

“Oh fuck!”

It was so thick. My pussy stretched around it, a burning, delicious intrusion that made my thighs quiver. I paused, breathing hard while hot water pounded my shoulders and back. It streamed down between my butt cheeks and over my large, swaying breasts as I rocked my hips gently, taking another inch. Then two.

It was almost too big, making me consider if I’d bought the wrong dildo to start out with. But that thought only made me wetter. I pushed back further, moaning louder as more of the thick, realistic cock sank inside me.

Fuck… I can feel every ridge. It’s so deep already and I’m only halfway.

My inner walls fluttered and clenched around the massive girth, trying to adjust. A low, needy moan escaped my throat. I pushed back harder, sliding more of the monster into me. The fullness was overwhelming… almost too much, but in an addictive way.

My husband has never made me feel like that. Stretched. Opened. Owned by something so big. No man ever has.

My hands pressed firmer against the glass, and my breathing turned ragged as I grew bolder, fucking myself deeper. I rocked back harder, taking all eight inches on every stroke. My legs shook while my wanton sounds echoed loudly around the bathroom.

Fuck! Look at me… a married woman in a hotel shower, impaling myself on a huge dildo like a desperate little slut.

I was taking all of it now, my pussy gripping the toy tightly as I moved faster, pushing my arse back to meet the wall. My long wet hair swung heavily while my large breasts bounced, nipples brushing against my arms and sending sparks through me.

No touching my clit. Not this time. I want to see if I can actually come like this. Fuck. It’s hitting places I didn’t even know existed. So good it hurts.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck, I’m…” The orgasm took me full force without warning.

It’s devastating fullness pushed me over the edge. I cried out as my pussy spasmed violently around the thick dildo. Waves of intense pleasure rolled through me, making my legs shake and my hips jerk uncontrollably, flooding around the toy as the hot water continued pouring over my body.

I had to turn the shower off and cool down while I kept myself impaled, panting. Then a wicked smile spread across my face as the aftershocks continued to pulse through my stretched, satisfied pussy. I knew I’d be doing it again before the trip was over.

Later that evening, clean and wrapped in a soft robe, I was lying in the large hotel bed on the phone with my husband. My voice was warm and content as I told him about the meetings I had planned the next day, and how much I genuinely missed him.

The next morning, I woke slowly, my body still humming from the night before as I slipped the toy from my suitcase once more. Lying on my back with my knees drawn up, I guided it inside me again, gentler this time, savouring the way my pussy stretched and welcomed it so eagerly.

I moved it with slow, lazy strokes, letting the fullness build another sweet climax while my free hand caressed my heavy breasts. The pleasure was quieter but no less satisfying. Size really does matter.

Refreshed and glowing like a lady who’d just been fucked, I dressed in a crisp white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black heels, then went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I felt elegant, confident, and deeply satisfied as I sipped coffee and ate cereal.

Fucking myself stupid in hotel rooms with the big dildo became almost a ritual. I didn’t think about it all the time, until I hit the road, knowing the pleasure that awaited me on arrival.

Eventually, a new thought drifted into my mind with a little spark of excitement. Perhaps I should buy a second identical toy. The idea of having one to ride while my lips and tongue pleasured the other felt wonderfully naughty and exciting.

So, that’s what I did… and boy have I learned how to take two big ‘cocks.’