I try to be an open-minded woman. I did quite a few things with various boyfriends before I met my husband, and sometimes they weren’t even boyfriends. But I guess it happens to every married couple someday. The passion goes out in the bedroom. Sex gets boring.
I wasn’t about to let that happen to me, though.
At least, I wasn’t going to let it continue. Bob never mentioned that anything was wrong, but I could tell. If we kept going at the same pace, kept doing the same old things, I could just see our conjugal sex life going down the drain. So I decided to spice it up for both of us by giving Bob a special birthday present. Little did I know what I was getting myself into.
We went out to see a movie, had a nice dinner, and then we came back home. Maybe Bob thought he was going to fall asleep again like usual, nothing exciting, but I had my plans.
“Honey,” I said, “aren’t you forgetting something? It’s your birthday and you haven’t even gotten a birthday present yet. I hope you don’t think I’m that forgetful.”
I slipped him a little envelope.
At the time, we were in the bedroom, and I sat down next to him and started massaging his shoulders as he turned the envelope around and looked at it.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Just open it,” I said.
I was ready for anything, or I thought I was, and the thoughts that were going through my head had already started to arouse me.
Bob opened the envelope and read the note inside.
“One free ticket to make your wildest fantasies come true.”
“Well?” I said. “What do you think? I didn’t know what to get you, so I thought it would be best to ask. What do you want? Just tell me, and I’ll give you… anything.”
“Anything in the world. No matter how dirty, how nasty, how perverted, I’ll do it for you, baby. Just say the word. I mean it. It’s your birthday, and I want to give you something really good, so let’s hear it.”
I could see that he was pleased, because he started to smile, and again I imagined all the positions and taboo acts we might be able to do.
But then he shook his head and laughed at me!
“No, honey, I don’t think so. I don’t know. I don’t…”
“You don’t like my present! Why not? What’s the matter?”
“I don’t think that… well… I don’t think that you’d understand.”
“Just try me.”
He had such a curious look. Like a naughty schoolboy.
“Would you really do anything I asked?”
“Now you’re going to have to tell me, no matter what.”
“Even if it’s very expensive?”
That was the first thing he said that caught me off-guard. I thought he was going to ask for something right away, that all I had to do was break down his barrier and we’d be fucking in a few minutes. But very expensive?
“Listen, honey,” he said. “I love this present. I really do. Because it’s true that I do have a certain fantasy I wanna try out, and I never would’ve asked you normally, but since it is my birthday…”
He moved away from me and sat down in a chair across the room.
“You have to promise,” he said. “Promise that you won’t get angry.”
“I think that I know what you want now. And don’t worry. I’m not angry. You can hire a hooker if that’s what’ll really make you happy.”
He burst out laughing.
“Then you mean that you don’t want a hooker?” I asked.
“Not at all, baby! But listen: what I want is even more expensive than a hooker. You promised that you wouldn’t get angry, and since it’s my birthday I don’t mind treating myself to a big present if you’ll go along with it.”
“But go along with what?”
He still had that naughty schoolboy look.
“I want to see you fuck a doll,” he said.
Now I was downright confused.
“You mean like… a stuffed doll? Like a teddy bear?”
“No, not a teddy bear,” he said. “The doll I’ve got in mind would be almost like a real human. A Real Doll. That’s what they’re called.”
“So a sex doll?”
“That’s right. A sex doll.”
“You mean the kind you blow up? Like a big balloon? I mean, I guess I could do that… I didn’t think that those were too expensive, though.”
“No, not a blow-up doll. A Real Doll. From realdoll.com. They make dolls out of silicone. You order them online. I’d like to custom order one and have it shipped here, and then when it shows up, I want to sit right here, right where I’m sitting now, and watch you fuck it right there on our bed.”
I thought I misunderstood him somewhere along the line, the way he kept insisting that he wanted me to fuck this doll. That’s because I kept imagining those blow-up dolls, the kind that look like cartoon women, and I couldn’t imagine how you’d really be able to have sex with them. For a man, yeah, it’d be easy, but for a woman?
That’s when he corrected me.
“No, no,” he said, “I don’t want to order a female Real Doll. I want to get a male one. Come on, let’s go on the website and I’ll show you.”
It was all very unusual for me. What I thought was going to be a sexy birthday night turned into a session of internet research. We logged onto realdoll.com and Bob showed me the dolls, and how they came in different models. You could specify the body type you wanted, pick the skin tone, select the right face and even decide if you wanted your male doll to have stubble. When I saw the different doll faces, I still couldn’t imagine having sex with them, but I could tell how excited Bob was as he scrolled through the website. I decided then and there that I would go through with his fantasy, no matter how peculiar it seemed. Just the idea alone turned him on, so I could guess at how hot it would be for him to see the fantasy play out in real life.
“I’ve been thinking about this face here, combined with this body,” he said. “Blue eyes. Blonde hair.”
“You must think about it a lot. Tell me, though, why a male doll?”
“What’d you mean?”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just go ask a neighbor? Stanley next door, for example, has been ogling me ever since we moved in. If you want to see me with another man, why not just ask someone like him to stop by for a night?”
“I don’t want a real man. I told you, I want a Real Doll.”
“But you do want to watch me get fucked by someone else…”