So, a little background about us: I’m thirty, and my wife is thirty-one; both are Canadian but are of Indian origin. I was born and raised here; she moved here when she was seven. I’m 5’11, and she’s 5’6 in height.
I would describe her body as slim-thick, and she’s curvy in all the right places; while I'm personally an “ass man,” and she has a fantastic butt, it's her F-cup breasts that were the first thing that caught my attention. They are hard to miss, as you can imagine. The closest celebrity I could describe her to would be a skinnier, shorter Ashley Graham.
So, to the story. We flew to Amsterdam last summer and decided that we were going to explore our sexual side a bit more. The first thing we did was go to a sex shop and see if they had any remote vibrators, and while we were there, we saw a bunch of dildos of all sizes. My wife, who has always been somewhat shy and modest, said while the idea was interesting, she didn't want to buy these giant dildos.
I think she was trying to protect my feelings then, but whatever. While we were browsing, she found one of those make-your-own custom dildos, which would basically make a replica of my dick; we were both intrigued, so we agreed to buy it and see how it turned out.
“Don’t you want to try something different aside from what you usually get?” I asked.
“No, this seems so much more personal, and if it turns out bad, it can always count as a souvenir for the trip,” she joked.
We returned to the hotel room and followed the instructions, and they gave me a rubber band that I had to wrap around my penis to hold the boner for longer, etc. After the main steps, we were supposed to leave it for ten to twelve hours, which we did and went about with our plans and did the usual touristy stuff.
The next day, we thought we would go to a sex show that was nearby,” the Mulan Rouge” the club was called, and when we got in line for it, we were surprised to see so many regular people there; people our naive minds wouldn't have thought would visit such places, I suppose. There were people of all backgrounds and ages, and most of them seemed like tourists like us.
It was an exciting experience, watching people on stage have sex right before us. I didn't think much of it if I'm being honest (a lifetime of porn would do that, I suppose). They had various two to five-minute shows, such as a woman pulling a bunch of flags out of her vagina and then switching to a couple having sex and then back to a woman pleasuring herself with a dildo, etc. There was this one act in particular where two guys were having sex with this one girl that piqued my wife's interest, much to my surprise. She wouldn't stop talking about how outrageous it was.