For several weeks now she had been getting a vaguely uneasy feeling about their upcoming anniversary. She knew that he would make a concerted effort to surprise her with something unusual which showed just how much he thought of her, knew too that she should be making an equal effort for his gift, but could only come up with the same predictable ideas.
He really was the most difficult man to buy presents for, between them they earned little money to buy anything he truly wanted and she felt she really should make an effort for it to be personal. It had made her realise that after a year of marriage she didn’t really know what he liked, other than football and the odd drink of course.
Sex too, naturally, but she could hardly arrange for a harem of women to turn up at their anniversary for his delight. Quite apart from anything else, he would probably faint at the very thought, he’d never been quite as adventurous as her in that department.
A friend, after listening to her concerns had announced that she should surf the internet for ideas since it was possible to buy anything online and she would no doubt find the perfect gift which had eluded her up to now. Unfortunately although this had sounded like an excellent idea at the time, she found when sitting in front of the pc at home it was rather more difficult than she had anticipated. In desperation she began typing odd words into the browser on the screen, anything she could think of that he was interested in.
After nearly an hour of this she began to give up hope and decided instead to go into one of the chat rooms, not something she usually did but it could be entertaining in a voyeuristic kind of way, all those strangers flirting with each other could be very funny.
She had only been wandering in the chat rooms for ten minutes or so when someone pasted a link into the chat telling people to look at their homepage, since she was beginning to tire of the endless hellos and goodbyes almost without thinking she clicked on the link and watched the page download in front of her. It turned out to be a site offering fantasies for sale!
With a smirk of disbelief she began to read wondering who on earth had to pay for someone to dream up a fantasy for them, she had hundreds drifting around in her head all the time.
As she read though her disbelief gave way to increasing hope, they weren’t offering a service of fantasy creation at all, but a story written about your own personal fantasy to be used as a gift. She sat back in the chair, staring blankly at the screen, would this be the perfect anniversary present for him? Hmm what if she did what the site suggested, gave them the information about one of her fantasies then presented it to him on their anniversary, it would certainly be unusual and would definitely be personal. The more she thought it over the more interested in the whole idea she became. She could give it to him at breakfast and tell him not to read it until he was on the train going to work and that if he liked the idea they could do it for real when he came home. Her interest grew still further as she considered the possibility of suggesting something they had never tried sexually before. Nothing too way out of course of he may not agree to it, but just something different from the usual ten minutes of foreplay followed by the pleasant but all too familiar missionary position. She would need to think this one through in detail.
Later that evening when he still had not returned from a meeting which had been delayed, she sat at the pc and with her heart racing began to complete the questionnaire on the web site. She had spent all afternoon going about her usual jobs with her mind whirling with some of the most outlandish fantasies she could think of; eventually settling on the one which she thought would be perfect. Not extreme so that he wouldn’t be too shy to try it, just something out of the ordinary for them. After she had filled in all the details and chosen some ‘props’, she turned off the pc and went to run a bath, wondering if Liveyourfantasy would actually be able to deliver what she was hoping for.
The following week it arrived through the post. An insignificant looking parcel in brown paper which when opened revealed not only the story but the other items she had requested, candles, silk scarves and massage oils. She took the presentation folder containing the story over to the window seat and sat down to read. When she had finished, she stood up with a satisfied grin on her face and began to make her plans.
On the morning of their anniversary she awoke to bright sunlight streaming in through the curtains. After showering and dressing she went downstairs for the breakfast that she knew he would have prepared for her and laid the slim folder wrapped in dark red paper on his plate before going over to kiss him. When he sat down and looked at the gift she shook her head and explained to him that he was to open it on the train and follow her instructions, he shrugged with a grin and put it into his briefcase without another word.
Later as she watched him walk up the road towards the station she began to have her first real doubts about the whole scheme. What if he thought she was being unadventurous in the fantasy?
She had purposefully not requested anything too outlandish since he was so restrained about sex, but what if that was all a front and his fantasies were even more debauched than her usual ones? What if he read it and just laughed at her?
