Strap-on Fantasy Discovered

It’s amazing how hard it is to think logically when you’re horny. I had the house to myself for the entire morning, a rarity anymore, and I was finally able to spend plenty of time in front of the computer searching my favorite porn sites. On a day like this, when I know my wife will be gone for hours and there is no chance of being disturbed, I like to take my time with things. I grab my lube, strip down and watch video after video, browse through stories, look at pictures, and try to make my pleasure last as long as possible.

Of course, the longer this time lasts, the more I begin to indulge my dirtier fetishes. Things always start relatively tame. Traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it goes. And then I get to my biggest fetish, the one I try to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I dated. Strap-on sex.

No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these videos, I was hooked. And as I watched more of these videos, I experimented a little by myself. Trying a finger here. A second finger there. Then a vibrator. When I was single and lived alone I even owned a slim dildo that, on rare, deprived occasions, I would use on myself.

On days like this I would think to myself, “I should find a girl to actually do this to me. I need to find out what it actually feels like to have someone else in control.”

I had a website saved where I had in the past bought videos and the other small toys. I would get extremely horny watching these videos and go to the site. I would scan through the pictures of strap-on dildos they had for sale. But as soon as I found one I was interested in, I would come to my senses and close the page without ordering.

But today, something was different today. I had reached the point of no return, apparently. Maybe it was that it had been so long since I had this amount of free time to spend looking at porn. Maybe I had thought about this fantasy for too long and my subconscious got tired of wondering. But for some reason today, as I found a strap-on set I was interested in, I didn’t close the browser. Instead, I clicked “Add to Cart.” And then I completed the purchase. It was so fast and easy since my credit card information was saved from past purchases. And from there I went about my browsing and finished my alone time.

Of course, once back to my senses, reality hit me. I just purchased a strap-on dildo and had it shipped to my house. The house where I lived with my wife! How would I explain this to her? As I began to calm down I realized this could be OK. I worked from home. I could easily grab the package as soon as it arrived and have it hidden before my wife got home from work. With that realization, I wiped the figurative sweat from my brow and went back to enjoying my Saturday.

Unfortunately, panic set back in Monday morning as I logged into my work calendar to see what I had to work on for the week. The reminder popped up that I was traveling this week for work! From Wednesday through Friday, I would be in New York!

The next two days I was a bundle of stress. Every car that passed by the house I hoped was the UPS man with my package. But Wednesday morning came, it was time to head for the airport, and no delivery had been made. My wife assumed the obvious nerves I was displaying were due to an anxious flyer. If she only knew. And she would probably know soon enough. Even if she didn’t open the package, she would surely ask me what it was when I returned home.

I could hardly focus on work while I was gone. I spent nearly the entire trip imagining the shocked and disgusted reaction on my wife’s face as she opened the package. I thought through lies I could tell if she just asked what it was. I could tell her it was a gift I bought for her, but why? Her birthday wasn’t coming up. Neither was our anniversary or Christmas. So why would I buy her something and then not let her open it? I was screwed, and not in the way I hoped when I made the purchase.

The agonizing trip finally came to an end and I was on my way home from the airport. As I made the drive, I actually wished the trip had been extended. I still didn’t know how to deal with this situation.

I walked into the house and prepared for the worse. I was greeted at the door, however, not by an angry, upset wife, but by a smiling one. She gave me a big hug and a kiss and asked the normal “How was your trip?” questions. As I carried in my bags and engaged in conversation, I looked around the house. No box.

Had it not come? Did it not ship yet? Was it lost in the mail? Who cares?! A feeling of relief came over me. My surprise purchase was not discovered and this could remain my little secret. The next day I went back to life as normal and figured I would grab the package when it came next week. Thank God!

That night, my wife and I climbed into bed for the evening. It wasn’t unusual for us to make love on Saturday nights, so when she leaned over and planted a sexy kiss on me, I thought nothing of it. I welcomed the kiss and slid my hand slowly up her side and rested it on her breast. As we continued to fool around, my wife moved and positioned herself on top of me. And as she slid her hips down just a little bit to put her pelvis on mine, that’s when it hit me.