I had a wonderful life with my parents and little sister, before being accepted in to College on the other side of the country. A virgin when I left home, I had kissed my share of boys, but never really done much more than that.
At College I met Brad, and things progressed slowly, and at the pace I set. He was a wonderful man, and, on the night I chose to give myself to him, proved to be a caring and considerate lover.
I found employment soon after graduating with honours, and, as a junior lawyer with the company, I earned a decent wage which supplemented Brad's wage as a Doctor. We were very happy and life was good. I was more than happy with our sex life together, and I thought I knew a fair bit about sex and pleasure, certainly enough to keep my loving husband happy, anyway!
In our second year of marriage I attended a conference with some of my work colleagues. It was, of course, in Vegas! Our rooms were shared, and I was with Patty, a woman older than I, but with whom I had struck a wonderful friendship both at work and outside of the office. Brad and I had entertained Patty and her husband, Ted, many times, and we considered them amongst our closest friends.
Anyway, after speaking to Brad on the phone one night, I told him I loved him as I hung up. Patty was sitting on her bed a few metres away, and smiled.
"Well princess, how about I take you out and show you the sights?"
Patty had been to Vegas several times, and she had promised to take me out on this, our last night, and show me some of the fun places on in Vegas.
"Let's go!" I said, keen to explore this amazing city.
We jumped in a cab, and I was careful not to let the taxi driver peer up my dress. You see, Patty had taken me shopping that afternoon and we had both bought what I would describe as 'racey' outfits. Mine was a red, knee length wrap dress made from very thin material, and it clung to my body like a second skin. For that reason, I was only wearing a tiny pair of thong panties, and high heels. After all, I knew I should never go out on the town with what Brad liked to call 'visible panty lines'. Patty was wearing a very short mini and a pair of boots, with a white tank top. For a woman of forty she looked amazing, and, as usual, I was a little jealous of her wonderful big boobs!
After a short ride in the cab, we jumped out at a place called the 'Happy Barmaid'. It was a cool little bar and we spent about an hour there having a few champagnes before Patty suggested we move on. Next stop was a restaurant where we ate wonderful teppanyaki, before heading to a massive club where we danced and flirted all night long. I had a ball!
It was two a.m. when Patty suggested we head home, as we had an early flight the next morning, and she said she wanted to make one more stop. I was dancing with a really nice black man, which was unusual for me, as I have no real black friends. However, James was lovely and we had danced for about an hour. I was, I have to admit, a little tipsy, and his hands had wandered at times to find my butt cheeks and he had even given them a squeeze or two before I reminded him I was married.
He was really sad to see us go, but Patty insisted, and so we jumped in another cab and headed off.
"He wanted to fuck you, you know!"
"What?" I said, "Me? No way! He knew I was married. Besides, I was only dancing with him!"
"AAaahhhh, such innocence, Tracey, such innocence."
The cab ride was surprisingly short, and as we climbed out, I straightened my dress and tried to clear my slightly fuzzy head a bit.
"Well, here we are, baby! Told you I wanted to make one last stop before we head back to Brad, Ted and our boring old jobs!"
"Patty! I can't go in THERE! It's.........it's.........it's a sex shop!"
I was truly shocked. I had never even thought of going in to a shop such as this, and I knew Brad wouldn't approve of me being in one either, especially dressed like I was and being half drunk!
"Don't be silly! Besides, I just want to buy you something as a memento of our trip. Now come on, get your ass in here and let's have some fun!"
She left me no real choice as she dragged me by the hand and pulled me into the main entry of the shop.
Inside a woman was behind the counter, and she looked really, really sexy. She had that sort of gothic look, with black hair and makeup, and a pierced nose, with ruby red lipstick. I smiled at her and she smiled back, before we headed through a second door and entered what I can only describe as a sex warehouse!
It was massive!
The walls were covered with lingerie, bondage equipment, sex toys, dvd's and magazines of all sorts. In all honesty I was totally embarrassed to be in there, as I had never really seen much pornography in my life, let alone been in a porno shop before. I walked around slightly dazed from the combination of alcohol and the intoxicating sensual attack I was under from the assortment of toys and sexual aids in the store.
"Ok, here we go, girl!" said Patty.
She was carrying a small shopping basket full of things, but as I tried to take a better look, she said, "Uh, uh! These are my gifts to you and Brad. I will wrap them up and let you have a look and a play with them when we get home, ok? No arguments, just do as you're told girl!"
The next morning we were soon on the plane, and as Brad picked me up from the airport, I kissed him deeply on the lips and squeezed him tight. It had been the longest I had been without him since we had met, and I had truly missed him.
That night, just as we were sitting down to dinner, there was a knock at the door.
"Damn! Who could that be?" Brad said, before going to answer.
He came back only seconds later carrying a large parcel.
"That was Patty. She didn't want to come in, but gave me this. She says you know what it is and that she hopes we enjoy it together, later tonight. What's all that about then?"
"Ohhhh...... let's finish dinner and Ill tell you as soon as we have cleaned up the dishes, ok?"
Brad put the parcel down on the kitchen bench and we finished dinner. My mind was racing. How would I tell my husband what was in the parcel? What would he think of me going in to a sex shop?
It turned out to be fine, because an hour later, after showering together and kissing and cuddling our way to bed, we were sitting up in bed and the parcel was between us.
"Now, darling," I said, "Don't jump to conclusions, but there are going to be some things in here that night shock us both. You see, last night as we were heading home from dinner (I lied, not telling him about dancing for an hour with a handsome black man) Patty forced me to go to a sex shop. She said she wanted to buy you and I a few little gifts to help expand our love life a little."
"What? She took you to a sex shop? My god, Tracey, what did you see there? What was it like?"
His reaction was a little different to what I had expected. I assumed Brad had been to places like that as a boy, but clearly I was wrong!
"Well, it was....kinda creepy...but kind of sexy too," I said.
"Wow! I'm stunned, but it's also made me a little horny, darling!" he said, "Let's open the parcel and see what's inside. "
I tore open the parcel, genuinely excited by what I might have found in there.
I was NOT disappointed.
The first item was a fake penis. I was large, and I mean L-a-r-g-e!. The packaging said it was ten inches long, and I don't doubt it. It was made from soft, black plastic, and it had a vibrator control at the base. Brad looked at me in shock.
"My god, hun. Is that a vibrator?"
"Seems like it" I said, "I wonder how you use it?"
"I'm sure we can figure it out!" said Brad, "What's next?"
Next, there was a huge double ended fake penis thing. I couldn't figure out why it had a penis on either end, and it was made from flexible jelly sort of material, and was at least fourteen inches long. I had no idea what it was for or how to use it.
Brad just shrugged his shoulders and laughed!
The third item was a blindfold and some really funny little fluffy handcuffs.
Mu pussy began to heat up, and I had no idea why as I kept opening the surprises on the bed with Brad.
The fourth item was a series of DVD's. The first two were called "Screw my wife, please" and the third was called 'The Gang Bang Girl". The last one was called "Betty's Baptism of Bondage" and I was truly shocked by the images on the cover.
"My god!" said Brad, before taking the Gang Bang Girl one from me and looking at the back cover to read the description.
His face turned red, but his penis poked its way upward under the blankets.
"Brad, I this stuff turning you on?" I asked, already knowing the answer. My husband was getting horny, and so was I.
The two last items in the parcel were a large box of all mixed coloured condoms, and finally a cute little toy that had a couple of different attachments for the end. It was called a 'tickler' and I really did not know what it was meant to be used for either.
