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“There really is no one way to use a dildo,” Cathy said to the group of seven women gathered on the low couches around her. Though some tittering rippled through the group, most of the women sat with wide eyes, open mouths (and a few tickling with wetness) watching as Cathy reached into the bag at her feet.

Producing a giant 10-inch flesh-colored dong out of her bag, Cathy sat in front of even wider mouths (and some crossed legs), manipulating the dildo in her hands. She regarded it very much like a totem, a thing to revere as she easily wiggled the thick fake cock this way and that, obviously comfortable with its girth and length. When she finally looked up at her shocked audience, she stopped…then sat back in her chair with a loud chuckle.

“You think I’m serious with this?”

There was a collective sigh all around as Cathy put the giant fake cock on the chair beside her, reached into her bag and began distributing brand new, six-inch dildos all around.

As the ‘fuck-aware’ party got into full swing Cathy went to each of the ladies, showed them the latest in lubes, jellies, clips, clamps and vibes, but really what most of these thirty-something housewives wanted to fondle, talk-about, see were the various dildos Cathy had brought with her this night.
About a half hour into all the frivolity (and some healthy sales, much to Cathy’s delight) she found herself in a far corner off of the kitchen with Amanda, the mistress of this household. The petite red head was all aglow (Cathy had seen this look before, of course) hardly able to take her clenched fist from around the healthy 8-inch dong she had just bought and held so tightly.

“You look like a satisfied customer,” Cathy chortled.

“Well, I will when I ge…” Amanda said, caught herself and giggled. “…sorry, you know what…I mean, yes, I love this, I really do.”

“You have that look in your eye like you’re bursting to try it,” Cathy said.

“Oh my God,” Amanda said, obviously embarrassed but so titillated and turned-on she could do nothing else but wiggle against her pretty stucco wall and hold her new purchase even tighter. “I mena, I can’t get my hand off the thing.”

“It’s one of my most popular models.”

“It’s so …thick,” Amanda squealed and with her other hand lifted the wine glass to her mouth for a generous gulp of the red wine she had been passing around at the party.

“Now, it shouldn’t replace the real thing,” Cathy said, sipping at the water she held. “But you can’t beat a nice thick dong for those lonely nights.”

“Oh God yeah,” Amanda agreed, chuckled and gulped her wine again.

“Tell you what,” Cathy began, lean into the woman and whispered. “None of them is gonna miss you,” she said indicating the chatting and playing women in the living room… “Why don’t you and I go into your laundry room there and I help you with a nice hands-on demonstration.”

Amanda looked up, her pretty pale cheeks flushing, her nipples poking out of her shirt even more as Cathy smiled and placed a quick hand to her forearm.

Cathy had been in this position before with many a client; she didn’t make this pass lightly. First of all, Cathy was resolutely bisexual, could scope out the woman at these parties-married divorced, engaged, single- who might be, could be, would be enticed, interested, seduced into a rendezvous; pretty petite Amanda, recently divorced, literally salivating with that thick fake cock in her hand, seemed a perfect candidate. A few glasses of red wine, fondling a toy or two, women who might not normally consider a chance meeting with another woman, a little off-to-the-side playtime, might very well take to Cathy’s suggestion, as many had.

When Amanda turned to make her way to her laundry room, Cathy knew her instincts had not failed her.

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