It had been some time since I had written anything. Probably since I took a writing class in college. I don't know why, but after our anniversary dinner, I was inspired. I took me a few weeks of staying up late on the weekends and typing while my wife was asleep to get it done, but finally, the story of our anniversary escapades was complete! Now the question remained - what to do with it? Should I share it with my wife? What would she think? I had a pretty good idea of what she would think! I suspected she would like the story. She's gotten very turned on in the past from reading erotic stories, but how would she feel about reading one I had written...about US?! There was only one way to find out.
And this is where the second chapter began...
I love listening to my wife play with herself. The only problem is, the vibrators she likes take batteries, and they don't last very long. I was looking for something better. I came across a "wand massager" that was perfect. I had to buy it for her. I love buying her things, I just can't help myself. And of course, buying a new toy to try out is cause for buying new lingerie!
***The Plan***
I had it all worked out. I would leave the story lying on the kitchen island where she would see it with very specific instructions. I just had to find the perfect time to do it. My opportunity came when she had a day off. I got up in the morning and as quietly as I could, I got ready for work. I set the story on the island with instructions to read the entire thing first. The end of the story contained one last instruction...text me if you like it, call me if you don't. With things set in place, I slipped out the door to work.
***The Meeting***
I had hoped the morning would go by quickly as I had a meeting, but the morning was dragging on. It had only been an hour. My meeting was about to start, it was only 8:30 a.m. Hopefully that would keep my mind occupied and the time would go quicker. I headed to the conference room and took my usual seat. Typically, the seats beside me are filled in by those that are privileged enough to leave early. I could easily check my phone for messages then. As I said, typically! Unfortunately, on this day, two higher ups decided to sit next to me, one on each side...shit!
The meeting drug on. Same old stories, "no update" or "I'm waiting on the consultant". I checked my phone to make sure I had service. Damn only a half hour passed. I still had an hour and a half left of this boring meeting!
We quickly came to my projects. It was a welcome distraction. Part way though one project, my phone buzzed. "Who the hell is texting me now," I thought. Shit! Discussing my projects had distracted me! It was her! I quickly pulled my phone out and holding it under the table, flipped it open.
"Come home now! I love you so much!" the text read.
Good, she liked the story! I quickly texted her back with one of the pre-written messages I had stored in the phone... "Go get showered and when you are done, there is something special for you in the second drawer of the stand by the sink. Put it ALL on and send me a pic." And with that, the waiting game began...again...
My mind raced the rest of the meeting. Minutes felt like hours. I was concentrating more on my phone in my pocket than the rest of the meeting. I'd periodically pull my phone out to check the time...and to make sure I had reception. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the meeting ended and I headed back to my desk. I had no more than sat down when I heard someone behind me. It was my boss with a trainee. I quickly came up with an excuse about needing to go to the bank soon to take care of an issue with my account. I was hoping I would receive my next text soon or else my excuse was going to be shot to hell. As if on cue, my phone went off. I quickly opened and saw it was a picture message. "That's my wife. She wants to know if I went to the bank yet. I suppose, I should get going," I said. And with that, I was left to open the picture alone...Damn she looked good! "I'll be back," I yelled over the wall as I headed out of the office.
***Home at Last***
"Damn you look good. I'm on my way," I texted back. "Hurry" was the reply. I walked as quickly down the street to my vehicle as possible. As I turned the corner to get out of town I heard a sound that made me cringe. All I could think was why now?! I sat at the traffic light as the train rolled through town...damn it, all I want to do is get home. It was the longest train I had seen in months too.