Weekend Golf
I was slightly upset when my husband, Jim, informed me that he had an early morning tee time. He had promised me that we would spend the weekend getting to know one another again.
"But Margie. I told the guys that I would play golf today. I forgot about telling you we would spend the day together."
"You promised!"
"I'll try to get home early!"
With that, he hurried out the door, his golf bag over his shoulder.
I was angry and disappointed. Jim had promised to spend the weekend making up for the month that he had spent in Florida straightening out the insurance mess from the last hurricane.
I stomped up the stairs to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and cried, feeling lonely and frustrated. I had envisioned having two days of hot sex. I had pulled on a summer dress without putting on anything underneath to surprise him. Now I was the one that received the surprise.
I don't recall how long I had lain there feeling sorry for myself when the doorbell rang.
I angrily stomped down the stairs and jerked open the door.
My anger quickly subsided when I saw him. He was an extremely handsome man. He was smiling and I quickly forgot my anger.
He had muscles where muscles should be. His waist was narrow and his whole body rippled when he moved. His gorgeous face and black, curly hair mesmerized me.
He smiled at my apparent surprise and admiring stare. "Is Jim home?"
"NNNo, he went golfing. Can I help you?"
"I'm Harry Strong. I'm sorry, but Jim asked me to come by today and show him some of my, er, uh, things."
"He must have forgotten." --"He could show me some of his things," -- I thought.
"I'll come back later!"
"No! Come in."
I didn't want him to leave. He was so stunningly handsome I didn't want him to go away.
"Maybe you could show me what you were going to show him."
He grinned sheepishly. "They are er, uh, sex toys."
He blushed crimson. "Jim said he was interested in some of them and wanted me to show them to him."
"Gasp!"
"I'll come back later!"
"No! Come in and show them to me."
I was surprised at my own voice. I felt my legs tremble slightly.
He smiled a charming smile, picked up a small satchel and stepped inside, brushing me slightly with his scrumptious body.
My knees shook at the touch. "What a hunk," I thought as I directed him into the family room.
He sat the satchel down beside the overstuffed chair. His ass protruded delightfully when he bent down to unzip the satchel.
"I have to warn you that these are quite sexual in nature so when you want me to stop just say so."
I was now more interested than before.
"I understand from Jim that you are very open-minded. Maybe some of these will help you when Jim is away."
He pulled a dildo from the satchel.
"This is a seven incher and three inches around."
I smiled. "Not much bigger than Jim." I blushed at my spontaneous remark.
He laughed.
"I know! I have seen him in the shower at work."
He then pulled a very long, black dildo from the bag. "This is for the very decadent person."
"WOW! Now that is more like it!"
He laughed heartily at my exclamation.
"It is quite a large gadget". Would you like to take a crack at it? Er uh That is, check it out?
I involuntarily took the soft, black monster in my hand.
It must have been at least 12 inches long and so big around I could not encompass the whole thing with my hand.