by Blaise Quin
I thanked her and took the box, puzzled by her little smirk. The box was addressed to me, just a plain box. I didn’t recognized the return address: Taken Industries, a PO Box in California.
“You need to sign for this one,” she said, holding out the digital scanner.
“Thanks,” I said.
She glanced toward the door of the house, hesitating, as if she was going to ask a question. For a brief second, her face changed, one of wonder, or perhaps envy. I don’t know why; there was nothing special about our house.
She looked back at me, the little smile returning. “Enjoy,” she said, and went back down the steps, her little ass wiggling. I swore she was grinning as she drove away.
“Weird,” I muttered.
I went inside. Andie was just coming down the steps from the bedroom. “Was that a delivery?”
I held up the box. “It’s addressed to me, but I didn’t order anything.”
Andie smiled. “I did. It’s a gift for you.”
Andie had taken to bringing home outfits and lingerie that she’d wear to be with other men, joking that they were gifts for me. I shook the box. Way too heavy for lingerie.
She was smiling, and for an instant the look on her face reminded me of the cute delivery driver. Not the look when she had stared at the house in envy, but the one when she had noticed the return address. Had she recognized it? Did she order from the same place Andie had?
I shrugged and started to open the box.
“No, I have to open it,” said Andie.
“I thought you said it was for me?”
“Well, for us, really.” Andie was still smiling, but now her eyes were alive, mischievous. Aroused.
A gift for me, my ass.
Andie took the box from me.
“A strange thing just happened,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“The driver, you know that little brunette who fills in for the regular guy? She gave me this weird look.”
“Weird?”
“Well, more like—I can’t describe it. She kind of smiled when she looked at me, or maybe the box. Then she seemed to, I don’t know, glaze over for a second.”
Andie had her own smile, a knowing smile. “She was probably thinking about how lucky I am.”
“Lucky?”
“To have a man like you.”
Now I was really confused. “She’s seen me before, I’ve never noticed that look on her face.”
Andie held up the box. “Maybe because of this.”
“It’s just a box.”
“It’s not the wrapper, but what’s inside. Just like people.” Andie kissed me on the cheek. “Now if you want your present, you have to go upstairs to the bedroom—”
“I like that kind of present,” I interrupted.
“And take off all your clothes, and get in bed.”
“Even better,” I said.
Her directions pushed away any more questions I had about the driver and the box. I practically ran up the stairs.
I was naked in seconds, pulling back the covers as I undressed. If I’d been a single man, or maybe even a married man with a wife who’d grown tired of me, or in a marriage where the thrill had long died out, I might have masturbated then, thinking about that cute driver. I’m sure there were guys up and down the street, along her entire route, who did just that.
Just as I was sure there were guys who masturbated thinking about my wife.
That turned me on, and it turned Andie on too. And that’s what got me hard now, not the cute pixie, but Andie.
Which was why I was lying there spread eagled on the bed with my cock quivering in the air when Andie came in.
I froze.
Andie had changed into tight black leather pants and strappy gladiator shoes, the stiletto heels making her look even taller. The flash of skin of her ankles between the leather and her shoes was wickedly sexy.
On top, she wore nothing but a black bra.
Normally, that would have been eye opening enough. Yet the hot outfit barely registered.
What did register, demanding my attention like a powerful magnet, was the huge, lifelike dildo cock strapped to her hips. Thick and creamy skin colored, it was a shocking contrast against the black pants, even more so because it was pointed right at me.
I gulped.
I finally managed to wrest my eyes from the beastly thing between her legs. Andie’s face was hard to read. Like she was holding back her emotions, waiting to see how I’d react.
And all at once I understood why the cute delivery woman had been smiling. She must have recognized the return address.
A sex toy company. That’s why she had said Enjoy.
Had the driver known exactly what was in the box? What if that company only made strap on dildos?
How would I ever face her again?
I could barely breathe. My heart pounded in my chest, wondering what Andie had in mind.
No, it was knowing what Andie had in mind that made my heart pound, that made the sweat pop out on my forehead, that made my mouth dry.
That made my cock jump like a flagpole in a hurricane.
“Well?” asked Andie.
It took me a while to find my voice. “That’s some gift,” I croaked.
“You like it?”
How was I to answer that? “I like the way you look,” I said, avoiding a direct answer.
Andie came over to stand at the end of the bed. The cock looked even bigger, thicker. “You seem to be a bit aroused,” she said.
I glanced at the proof of her words, my cock, rock hard as it was, puny compared to the weapon between her legs.
I didn’t answer. What was there to say?
“You asked me how it felt,” said Andie. “I thought maybe you’d want to know.”
My ass puckered in reply. I had asked her that. And, deep down inside, I really did want to know. I just never imagined that I might find out like this.
“But. . .” said Andie, “if it’s too much. . .”
I couldn’t tell if she meant too much to absorb, to take in, to accept. Or to physically take.
Most likely both.
My face must have shown my mixed reaction. On one hand, petrified of that huge cock, what it might do, what taking it would feel like, and what it would imply for me, for our marriage, for our position. Not just physical, but what it would mean. It would take the idea of taking turns being dominant to a whole new level.
“If you don’t want to, I’ll understand,” said Andie, softly. She stroked the cock, and damn if it didn’t look like it jumped in her hand. “I’m sure we can find another use for this.”
Our eyes met, sharing promises, possibilities. A small, but no less happy, smile crossed her lips. “I’ll love you either way,” she said.
And because I believed her, because I trusted her, and because I wanted to please her in every possible way, even this one, I gave her my answer not with words, but by turning over on the bed, onto my stomach. The sheet was hot from my sweat.
I had never felt so naked in my entire life, so vulnerable.
The bed dipped. My shoulders cringed, all my muscles tensing.
“Not like that,” said Andie.
I thought she wanted me to relax. I took a long deep breath, preparing myself.
“No,” said Andie. “Turn around.”
I did as I was told. She was kneeling over me on the bed, the earthy smell of the leather filling my nostrils. Her new appendage stood stiff, mocking any real cock, because it could stay hard forever.
Andie’s eyes danced with delight. “I want to see your face,” she said.
Now I understood all of it. What she wanted, what I wanted. What the cute driver had been thinking. How good it would be to have a man who would do whatever you wanted.
A husband who would even let you fuck men on your delivery route. A husband who’d want to hear every detail when you came home that night.
A husband you could fuck in the ass if you
wanted that too.
I hooked my arms under my thighs, spreading my legs and lifting my ass in the air, opening myself to our new future, our new possibilities.
Literally.
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