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My wife giggled uncontrollably the first time I told her. She told me I was being silly. Still the fantasy gnawed at the back of my mind. All I wanted was to be a pleasure toy for my wife, a doll of vinyl and plastic for her to use however she wanted. I mentioned off and on again over the next few months, and each time she would giggle and call me silly. She said she wanted me, not some toy. At least she loves me, I thought.

I had nearly forgotten the whole incident when, one after I came home from work, she met me at the door and gave me a rather long and sensuous kiss. I knew she wanted something by the tone of her voice.

"Matt, honey," she cooed sweetly, "do you remember that little fantasy you had a while back?"

My cock stirred as the images came rushing back. "Uh...yeah. Why?"

"Well, I've been thinking, and maybe it might be nice to try it out once, and see what happens. I found a place on the Internet that sells what we're looking for, and I took the liberty of ordering a few of their... unique products."

A slow smile spread across my face. "So, Kelli, you want to screw a doll now. You know I'm game."

She leapt up and gave me a big hug around my neck. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun! Just you wait." She giggled and kissed me again. Her hand drifted down to the front of my jeans and she began to knead my hardening manhood. I smiled slyly, picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. We had the best sex either of us had had in quite a while...