This is my first submission - hopefully more to come if it's enjoyed by readers!
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I get to the airport two hours early. I'm always a little off-kilter when David has been away - not in the way that one worries over the possibility of a plane crash or car accident, but just simply unaccustomed to the quiet of the house, the noises that suddenly seem so loud without his presence, the other side of the bed still cold come morning. I miss him during every business trip and am always eager for him to be home. Today I'm extra excited, my mind running over the plan I've been formulating in my head the last few days. David has no idea what he's in for tonight and I'm counting the minutes till I see him.
It's the "just can't wait anymore" feeling that gets me into the car much earlier than required, taking the half hour trip to the airport at about twice my normal slow-poking speed and finally into the terminal, checking the time board in the hope that maybe, just maybe, this flight has wound up saving time and will arrive early.
No such luck: it's 2 p.m. and the flight is scheduled to arrive at 4:15 p.m. I find a coffee shop (god bless Starbucks for being in every airport, in almost every country on the planet) and get something hot to drink. Finding an empty bench, I sit, sip and try not to watch the minute hand on the clock on the wall tick slowly by.
David and I have been married for almost 10 years. We're a good pair, I think, even if in recent years our once steamy and frequent sex life has dwindled a little bit. Instead of all the time and anywhere we can sex, we're down to every few days, in the bed, and if we're feeling really wild, maybe the couch.
I suppose you could say we've always been a pretty vanilla couple - we like all the usual things, the stuff you might see in a steamy romance or read about in a slightly more explicit novel.
But we've never explored very far beyond the basics.
Until now.
David always closes up his laptop when he's done with it - partly just because he's a tidy and organized sort of person that way. But I've come up behind him a time or two, so quietly that he didn't realize, and spotted naughty photos or a video playing. I've never been wildly interested in it myself, but it doesn't bother me that he enjoys it from time to time. Still, over time, I've become increasingly curious as to what he's looking at - and, as our sex life went from steamy to not-so-steamy over the last couple of years, I've begun to wonder if there's something new we could try. Those conversations aren't always the easiest to have and any time I've brought it up, even humorously, he gets a bit shy and changes the topic.
So, when I realized he'd left his tablet on the bedside table and it was unlocked - and he was out of town on business - I confess my curiousity got the better of me.
I was online and checking the browser history faster than you can say "jackpot."
He'd obviously cleared the history a few days before he'd left, but there was a series of hits that stood out between the usual online banking and news sites. Hard not to notice XXX in a website name, after all.
I hesitated a second, then touched the first one. It took me to a page of photos - very explicit photos. Then the next one took me to an erotic story. The third link was a video. Fourth, fifth, sixth, more videos.
I was torn between shock and surprise - and feeling really goddamn aroused.
Each one had the same theme: a wife using toys and strapons with her husband.
And the husband in every single instance was loving it.
It had never occurred to me before that my shy, masculine, taller-than-six-foot husband might be curious about this kind of thing. Once, a very long time ago, after several drinks and a conversation with a friend about how she sometimes played with her husband with her finger while giving him a blowjob, I'd almost tried to tease his ass a little that way - but he moved away, obviously taken by surprise, and I never throught to try again.
But here, in these videos, the husbands were definitely not moving away: they were in ecstasy, their wives using fingers and various toys and their tongues.
By the time I had watched a handful of the videos, I was so worked up about the whole thing that I got out my vibrator and came in about 30 seconds flat.
Then I got dressed, got in the car and drove downtown to the only sex shop I could think of in the vicinity. I browsed, asked questions and I left the store with several bags.
Then I started counting the hours till David returned home.
The minutes pass slowly in the waiting lounge at the airport. I watch people come and go and let my mind wander. Under my skirt and top I'm already wearing the new outfit I bought for tonight: a maroon and black corset with garter straps, each leg strap sporting a small black bow. They're attached to lace topped stockings. No panties. I've never really done that before, going without panties, but tonight seemed like a good time to try. I get a second coffee and start to feel myself getting wired up - is it the caffeine or the nervous excitement? Hard to tell at this point.
Finally, the time board announces that David's flight has arrived. I check the number of the baggage carousel and walk towards it, knowing that he will look there for me rather than at the gate. The carousel begins to spin and his luggage arrives before he does, so that by the time I see him coming, I've already got his suitcase ready to go and I'm standing smiling.
"Hi baby," he says, when he approaches. "I missed you."
He kisses me, and his hand goes to my waist. He must feel the boning in the corset because I notice he pauses a second, runs his hand over it, but then obviously decides to say nothing.
"I missed you too, I'm so glad you're home," I reply, grinning.
He laughs.
"You look like you're in a very good mood," he says.
"Well, I am," I answer. Then I lean in close again and whisper: "And I have a surprise for you, at home."
His eyebrows pop up.
"What is it?" he says.
"Well, if I tell you then obviously it isn't a surprise," I laugh.
We start walking towards the car park, and he's teasing me for clues, but I keep saying, no, no, just wait. We get the luggage stowed in the back of the car and get in and buckled.
"Please," he begs. "One clue!"
"Ok, fine," I say. "It's something I think you've wanted for a really long time and, if you like it, you get to have it over and over again."
He looks puzzled.
"I guess that could be ... a book?"
I laugh, and shake my head.
"So much better than a book, baby."
We begin the drive home and I turn the radio on to distract him.
It's past 5 p.m. when we get home, dusk, and our little house looks cozy and warm. I pulled all the curtains before I left, and turned on a few small lights here and there, to keep things intimate.
Just as he's about to open the door, I put my hand on his and say: "When we go in, I'd like you to go ahead to the bedroom. Get comfortable on the bed. I'll be there in a minute. You've had a long week and part of my surprise is that you get to be a little bit ... pampered tonight."
Again, his eyes shoot up, and he grins.
"Ok, sounds great baby."
He unlocks the door, steps inside, pushes the luggage to the side of the entry way and pulls off his jacket.
"Oh, yes, the rest of the clothes should go too," I say, grabbing on to his belt buckle. "All of them. Then, on the bed."
