So I ended up getting a little tipsy at the salon yesterday ..

So I ended up getting a little tipsy at the salon yesterday afternoon and telling my hairdresser that I bought a new toy to play with in bed with my husband. I let it slip that I think he might be a little intimidated by it, but that he’s just going to have to deal. We both laughed. It’s an expensive and extremely lifelike replica of the penis of the black pornstar Jason Luv. Penis really isn’t the best word for it. BBC is definitely more accurately descriptive, but even that doesn’t really do the thing justice. Whereas my current big dildo (the man of the house, as I jokingly refer to it with hubby) is something of a grotesque caricature of a big cock, Jason’s is every bit as appealing visually as it is when it’s fully embedded balls deep in my married pussy. And it feels soooooo real in my hands too. Even when I’m just holding it, my mouth is somehow drawn to it. And I have to admit, I’ve never really fantasized about the man of the house cumming inside of me. But with Jason ... well, I came so fucking hard thinking about milking every last drop from him. I honestly had no idea who he even was before I bought the magnificent replica of his manhood, but I’m definitely up to speed now. I’m actually thinking about reaching out to him on Instagram just to thank him on behalf of all the wives around the globe who can afford the hefty price it costs to bring him into bed (or the shower, or the living room sofa, or the kitchen table 🤣). I might also let him know that he’s free to hit me up if he’s ever in Chicago. In any event, midway through my second glass of wine at the salon yesterday, I admitted my curiosity about black cock to my hairdresser. “Real BBC,” as I put it. She’s confessed to me in the past that she routinely has brief affairs with black men. Like me, she loves her husband but sometimes just needs a bigger, more aggressive lover between her legs. Unlike me, she takes her lovers behind her hubby’s back. No judgment from me, but it’s definitely not as much fun that way. “Oh my god!,” she exclaimed in response. “Are you on Instagram?” I laughed out loud at her question, but then replied “Indeed I am.” She gave me the names of three guys that I definitely need to request. And she said that she’d put in a good word for me😁