When Dane turned the key to the front door of his house and opened the door after he'd just arrived from work, he was greeted by his wife Shayla holding a small square box. It was packaged in shiny, silver wrapping, but was otherwise inconspicuous. Taking a step toward Dane, a coy smile danced across her face.
"I brought you something," she said.
Dane raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" he mused.
He racked his brain. It wasn't his birthday. Their wedding anniversary was 2 months ago. There were no work promotions or special events he knew of that called for celebration. As a couple, Shayla and Dane didn't surprise each other with "just because" gifts often. That meant that when they did give each other gifts, they were very thoughtful, and so he knew whatever this was must be something special.
"Open it!" Shayla said enthusiastically.
Closing the front door behind him, Dane took the box from Shayla's hand. It was very light. It felt like nothing was inside of it. Shayla continued to smile at him. He carefully unwrapped the box, assuming whatever was inside might be delicate. Soon, the contents were revealed: a lace, baby pink g-string. His crotch stirred.
Well, well, well
, he thought...
someone wanted to get fucked.
"You planning to give me a little show tonight?" he asked, smiling.
Shayla stepped forward and kissed him. She reached down at his semi-hard on and began caressing it softly. She looked up at him, still rubbing his dick and kissed him deeper.
Then, she slowly pulled her lips away and whispered in his ear, "It's not for me."
Dane pulled back, puzzled. What did she mean? He scanned the room. Was there another woman here? Was Shayla interested in actually having a threesome? It was a hot fantasy they'd playfully discussed in the past, but never made plans for.
"You're going to be wearing them," she continued.
Her eyes searched his face for a reaction. She sensed his confusion.
"I used your computer last weekend," she explained. "Mine needed to run a performance update, so I couldn't use it for 3 hours. But, I needed it before then...so I just used yours instead"
At this, a knowing look of realization flickered across Dane's face. Then, a hint of panic. He knew he'd probably left a few porn tabs open. And in those tabs, Shayla might've seen hot women with thick girl dicks getting fucked into oblivion. She might have seen cute femboys and handsome men in girly lingerie getting pegged by women with strap-ons, or fucked by women with dicks. Whatever the variation, Dane was enticed, and he didn't know what enticed him more: being the one doing the fucking or being the one getting fucked. He just knew that he was mesmerized by bodies adorned in lace or velvet or nylon and seeing the dicks that were attached to them bounce up and down to the rhythm of every pump in their tight assholes. It made his dick explode every time. It felt even better when he paired it with fucking his own ass with his favorite dildo. But how could he explain this to Shayla?
"I-..." He began.
