A week ago, at Julie's bachelorette party, she was opening the gifts from her friends. The drunk girls were giggling at the kinky present she was opening. One box contained a pair of edible panties, while another one had a little clit sucker. The girls blushed and laughed while a drunk middle-aged woman exclaimed: "Oh, you'll see. That's my favorite one too. You'll love it". Julie blushed, accepting the naughty gifts.
She then ripped the wrapping of the next gift. It was the one of Morgane. Morgane was a childhood friend of Julie. Morgane was quite different from Julie. She believed in esoteric things and Celtic magic. She had been with her throughout their school year in France until Julie moved to Lausanne for university, where she met David. Morgane knew that her cute friend was shy and a bit prudish. David was the first and only boyfriend she had ever had. Through long conversations with Morgane, she had expressed that while she loved David and wouldn't want to trade him for anyone, she regretted not exploring a bit more.
Under the wrapping was a box of condoms. It was a sampling box. It had all sizes and different kinds. Julie had a perplexed look on her face. While she was a bit prudish, she had at least had sex with David. They both knew he fitted well in a regular-sized condom. Why would she need a sampling set? The girls at the party didn't seem to notice this and continued on their party to the next gift.
Later, Julie approached Morgane. "Hey, hun, thanks for the gift. But you know, I know what size David is. Why the sampling pack?"
Julie knew Morgane wasn't stupid. She had to have an idea in her head. She hoped she wasn't suggesting she be unfaithful or have a threesome, as that definitely wasn't her kind of thing.
Morgane looked Julie in her eyes with a mischievous expression. "Oh, don't worry. I just know you've always wanted to... try new things. I'm just going to say this. All of these condoms will be a perfect fit for David."
"Is that one of your Celtic magic things? It's not going to hurt David, is it?" Julie asked. She didn't believe in her magic and fortune-telling hobbies but feared she might have messed with those rubbers somehow.
"Oh, don't worry, it'll be fun. I just got a colleague to put a spell on the box."
The rest of the night had been a drunken blur where they bar-hopped across Paris. Julie woke up the morning after with a splitting headache. She packed her things in her suitcase and went to the train station. The blinding light of the morning was assaulting her sensitive eyes under her shades. The city was busy and noisy as usual. The moment she sat in the train seat, she could finally relax. It didn't take long for the train to depart and reach its fulgurating speed. As the AC pushed cool air on her face, she found herself on the verge of sleeping, reminiscing the memories of the day before. It was so lovely to have seen all her old friends from college and LycΓ©e. She thought about the gifts. She didn't have much of an adult toy collection, but she definitely wanted to try that little clit sucker. Then she remembered the gift from Morgane. She took out the condom box of her bag to look at it.
From the exterior, it looked absolutely normal. It was a sample pack with 6 condoms in it. It had three sizes: XL, regular, and snug, with two variants. The standard lube variant and the one with delay gel on the inside to help the guy last longer. Looking at those two variants, she thought, "David, for sure, does not need the delay ones. He lasts longer than me already". Julie was quite sensitive and often came quickly during sex. Even though the internet was filled with stories about girls having 3, 4, or even more orgasms in a row, she was more of the type of having a strong one and wanting to be over after it. She had taken the habit of getting David riled up during foreplay to make sure he wouldn't last too long after her own orgasm.
Once home, she quickly forgot about the gift. She and David had a wedding to prepare for. The date was at the end of the month.
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While cleaning the house a week later, David came across something unusual. In a bag full of gifts from the bachelorette party, there was a box of condoms. But it wasn't the brand that he and Julie used. For an instant, his heart stopped, wondering why such a thing was in her bag? Did she cheat on him at her bachelorette party? That was impossible. Julie would never do that. Moreover, the box was still new and unopened. "It must have been some stupid bachelorette party joke or something," he chuckled. Still, he was curious to know the story behind those. He stored the box in the drawer they usually put the condoms in and thought he might just use them next time to see the reaction of Julie.
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Later that night, after a few wine glasses, Julie was feeling a bit frisky. She was on the couch with David. Watching some movies on the TV. She was lying half on him. His large frame was comfortable to lay on, and his manly perfume made her head spin even more. Since her party in Paris, they haven't had intimate time together because of all the preparations. She didn't even make time to take care of herself. Because of this, her frustrated body was starting to revolt. The warmth of David's body was making it warm in between her thighs. She squished her thighs, rubbing them, trying to extinguish the needy feeling she was feeling down below, but it only made it worse. She felt the wetness was starting to form. If she had been a bit more shameless, she would have slid her hand down her pants, but instead, she rubbed David's inner thigh.
David was focused on the movie and looked at Julie, only to be met by her puppy eyes. He knew those needy, cute hazelnut-colored eyes. Even though she was shy and had a hard time communicating her needs, Julie had a reasonably high libido. David grinned, for he knew what she wanted.
"Oh, you're such a needy girl, you know that?"
"Oh, tu n'aimes pas Γ§a? I can stop if you want," the French girl said, biting her lower lip, moving her hand up to his cock. She stroked him over his pants, making him grunt. She crawled on him. Pressing her small frame body on him, letting him bask in the floral scent of her body. Her warm touch had him hard.
He reciprocated by grabbing her slender waist and pulling her in a kiss. He loved the soft sensations of her lips on his. She tugged down on his pants, letting his cock spring out of them. She then left the kiss to make her way down. Her mouth was inches away from his cock. It was such a nice pink color, she thought. She loved the warmth and weight of it in her hand. She also loved the effect it had on David. David, usually stoic and unphased, couldn't hide his feelings when he was in her hands. She looked into the blue eyes of her boyfriend while her tongue traced up his cock. He squirmed as the tip of his cock entered her mouth. She then sucked on the tip of his dick, only to release him with a "pop!". His head recoiled with pleasure. Julie also had the finger of her other hand down in her sweatpants. Her finger was flicking her swollen clit. It was drenched in her juices. She was already moaning with his cock in her mouth.