To the untrained eye it would appear that Jason was watching a basketball game in his basement man cave. But he knew he was looking for a Valentine’s Day present.
Sure, most other guys would actually look for a present in a more obvious place. The internet came immediately to mind, jam-packed with so many “Best Presents to Get Your Woman” lists that the websites had to find some way to make them all unique. One list was written by women. Another was written by a call girl. He had a feeling neither of those was entirely accurate, at least not for his purposes.
He could always just ask what she wanted. Kate wasn’t the sort to presume he was reading her mind, primarily because he had failed to do it so many times during the early months of their relationship. What she wanted most, she said, was reliability, even if that meant just asking her for advice. Still, something in him, some ancient provider gene that had survived eons of evolution, wanted to come through for her without any help.
Of course, there were the old standbys: chocolate, flowers, jewelry, what have you. He’d never met the woman who disliked flowers, and he brought them home every so often just to make her smile. He knew she liked chocolates, the darker the better, but if they were in the house his waistline would suffer for it. As for jewelry, well, the only jewel she wore regularly was the diamond he’d put on her finger this past Christmas.
So none of the standbys would prove interesting. He liked being interesting, but it put a lot of pressure on a guy.
In their time together he had usually been successful in getting her just the right thing. His secret was a simple one. He knew immediately that she was not an ordinary woman, so he didn’t bother with ordinary gifts. His friends had all mocked him for the unorthodox ideas. The ornate hardbound edition of Jane Eyre with a hand-painted bookmark at each chapter. The cute little tasseled earplugs for the years with her obnoxious roommate. A heart-shaped infuser for her tea. His friends had gone on and on about his “weird ideas.” But in the end, those guys hadn’t been interesting, and he still was. So there.
He grinned.
So far the commercials had been for beer (not really a present), another kind of beer (see above), a pizza with two kinds of bacon and six kinds of cheese (almost lunch time), diamonds (already got one), and a $45,000 luxury car. He’d watched this ad with her before. She’d taken one look at the car racing down a dark street and scoffed. “Oh, look at us!” she said scornfully. “We have money!” Then she’d flipped off the elegant woman in the passenger seat with one hand, and her smug-looking husband with the other.
No luxury car. Not that he could afford one.
The game started again with a slow-motion replay of North Carolina’s tiny little point guard driving right through Virginia’s entire defense for a layup. He groaned and reached for the remote. If he was going to shop for gift ideas, he could at least find a better game.
His thumb flicked the channel up button with practiced ease, and programs flashed by in a blur. First up was an even worse ball game. Law & Order. Chick flick. Predator movie. Two women in their underwear, giggling into the camera. Hogan’s Heroes.
Whoa whoa whoa.
He flicked back to the ladies in lingerie.
A blonde dressed in a red bra and panties stood next to an olive-skinned beauty wearing a merry widow. He loved the phrase merry widow. Ever since he’d first seen it, in the bathroom with a Victoria’s Secret catalog about a million years ago, he’d committed it and the luscious form it was wrapped around, to his memory.
The girl in red waved at the camera. “Hi!” she said. “I’m Cassidy.”
Merry widow waved. “And I’m Marissa.”
Then, in unison, they announced, “And this is…The Toy Box!”
The two of them put their arms around each other’s shoulders and tittered like this was going to be the most exciting television show in the world. He put the remote on the table.
“We’d like to welcome you to the Valentine’s edition of the most popular show on the Shop From Home Channel,” said Cassidy.
“But these toys are for grown-up boys and girls,” said Marissa. “So if you’re under eighteen, you need to change the channel.”
They stood there and giggled some more.
Come on, kiddies. Change the damn channel.
“All right, then,” said Marissa. “Now we’re ready to show you some awesome gifts that are sure to spice up your special day.”
This was probably going to be something lame, like crotchless panties or a cake pan shaped like a dick. But he kept watching. Just to be sure. Until one of those games turned around.
“Why don’t we get this party started with one of our most popular goodies?” asked Marissa. “Cassidy?”
“This is our Little Giant,” Cassidy said. She held up her hand, one finger extended as if she were pointing at the ceiling. She had a little gizmo on her fingertip that looked for all the world like one of those little vibrators. “It’s a great present for a special someone you might like to know a little better.”
“I’ll take some calls while you give us a demo, Cassidy,” said Marissa.
A demo. Like the people in TV Land needed her to show them where the on switch was. Actually, he and Kate had gotten a toy once where the button was hidden in the—
Cassidy had walked to the back of the set, where she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of those festive red panties and pulled them down, bending at her waist and supplying just the right amount of jiggle. Then she hopped up onto a chaise longue and spread her legs, bending them at the knee. Jason felt his mouth drop open.
What the hell channel is this?
The camera cut to a close-up of Cassidy’s pussy lips, neatly shaved for her demo. Her finger, the one with the vibrator attached, went round and round until her lips glistened in the studio lights. In the background some girl was on the phone talking about how the Little Giant or whatever it was called made a great gift for female friends, too. Perfect for special birthdays or divorce parties, whatever those were. Plus it didn’t make any noise.
He could vouch for that. He didn’t hear even a little bit of vibrator noise.
“How we doing, Cass?”
Cassidy let out a girlish laugh. “Very well,” she sighed.
“Now don’t think that it will only work in one place.” Marissa slipped another Little Giant onto her own finger and then wagged it sternly at the camera. “Oh, no. You can use it everywhere.” She sashayed over to the chaise, hips swaying. “You can play with the Giant wherever you want.”
Marissa started her toy buzzing and then brushed it over Cassidy’s bra cup. The nipple grew hard beneath the fine satin fabric.
And she wasn’t the only one getting stiff. Jason squirmed on the couch, trying to accommodate a growing hard-on.
Cassidy twisted up toward the vibrator on her nipple and down toward the one between her legs. Her high-pitched squealing stretched into longer, more seductive whimpering.
“Feel good?” asked Marissa.
He didn’t know about Cassidy but Jason certainly felt a little better. He knew Kate was gone. He’d seen her walk out the door for the day. But he still glanced up the stairs before he reached into his pants. His stiffening cock bobbed into the space he’d made with his hand, and he cupped his balls.
“Ohhh, yes. Just as powerful as the big ones.”
This is the best channel ever. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and slowly pumped himself.
Marissa looked up from Cassidy’s nipple. “Now these are some of our best sellers. I guess you can see why! But we’ve cut the price for Valentine’s Day, so if you don’t have one you need to order right now. Go grab that phone!”
Shit! The phone! He glanced up at the charger stand, which was, of course, empty. The phone wasn’t on top of the TV or on the end table, either.
Numbers flashed at him from the right side of the screen, where a red column of information blinked at him. The 1-800 number flashed urgently at him, along with the number remaining in stock.
Two hundred. One fifty.
Where was the phone? He rooted frantically through the couch cushions.
As if he wasn’t under enough pressure to find the phone, Cassidy sounded like she was about to come. He looked over his shoulder at the TV. The camera had zoomed in on her face, and while she was nowhere near as gorgeous as Kate, Cassidy certainly cut a pretty picture when she reached her climax.
The numbers dropped to five just as he located the phone, perched quietly on the stairs leading up from the basement. Then the number paused at one for a millisecond. And then it dropped to zero.
Oh, well. At least he had the phone now.
Cassidy’s head bobbed up from its place on the chaise. “Whew!” She seemed to glow with the recent orgasm, her hair settling miraculously back into place. “Now that’s the way to start the day!”
She hopped down and stepped back into her panties, carefully working around the pointy heels she wore. Marissa picked up the sales pitch from the other side of the set.
“Of course, if you’ve just got to have something a little more…well…filling, we’ve got a special treat for you lovers.”
Cassidy joined her for more giggling. “Are you going to introduce the home shoppers to Paul Bunyan?”
Jason eased up to the edge of the couch. Who was Paul Bunyan? Did he even want to know?
Marissa nodded, flashing a TV-perfect grin at the camera. She held up another vibrator. This one was a more standard shape—the standard penis replica—except that it was hot pink and substantially larger than any dick he’d ever seen.
Not that he was an expert on dicks or anything. He just knew enough to know they didn’t come that big.
No way he was getting Kate that.
But there was no harm in watching the demo. They probably had something more suitable on right after this.
Paul Bunyan in hand, Marissa twirled around and bounced off to a fancy black couch near the front of the set. The camera cut to a close-up of the giant vibrator, this one nestled in a bed of dark blue velvet and rotating on a turntable for the home audience, as if it were a piece of jewelry or an expensive kitchen gadget.
Cassidy’s voice came on with the close-up. “Are you ready to take on the lumberjack? Good ol’ Paul is the biggest toy at The Toy Box, and everyone who’s met him just loves him! He’s ten inches long with two inches of impressive girth to get the job done.” The stats came up on the screen for the whole world to see. The girls had more of these than they had Little Giants, the number on the screen was 1,500. Were they really going to sell fifteen hundred of these giant things?
Jason scoffed. He almost put the phone down onto the coffee table.
Almost.
“While Marissa’s getting ready to show us how to use the Paul Bunyan, I’m going to talk a little bit about her outfit.” The camera went back to Marissa, who was lying back on the long couch. Her long legs were crossed and she wiggled her fingers at the camera in a friendly wave. “That lovely garment is a leopard print merry widow, quite slimming with a corset style lace-up back. There’s a little bit of fluff up here at the top of the bra cups, very nice if you’re maybe not so top-heavy.”
Marissa did not have that problem. She traced the black fluff with her fingernails in another close-up, and he wanted her to grab herself, to take hold of those full, round tits and spread her fingers wide, lifting herself up for her viewers to see.
How long was this show on? Could he stand an hour of this?
“The outfit also comes with some very pretty garters,” Cassidy continued. “They just slip right off. See how easy that is?”
Marissa slipped both her garters off with just a flick of her fingertips. She rolled black stockings down over her thighs to the knee and then over her slim calves until she could take them off with her shoes.
“And of course, a matching thong completes the outfit. Marissa is taking that off right now.”
Marissa lifted herself up just enough to let herself out of the thong. She swung her hips slowly from side to side as she slid the little scrap of fabric down to her toes, and then lifted her foot up so she could ease the leopard print thong all the way off.
“All ready, sweetie?”
“Sure am!”
As Marissa lay back down, something descended from the top of the screen. The object, long and black, looked like the boom microphone. Jason smiled. The crew must get worked up and distracted all the time, he imagined.
But then Cassidy reached out for the unknown object, and he saw that it was actually two things. They looked like ropes ending in loops, which Cassidy was now fastening around her co-host’s ankles.
Stirrups. Like the kind he’d seen in those sex swing kits the last time he’d gone gift shopping for Kate.
“Now, these fastener things come with our Tie Me, Take Me home bondage kits,” Cassidy explained.
Well, of course they do.
“We’ll be demonstrating one of those a bit later,” Marissa said from the couch.
“Are you all set down there?” asked Cassidy.
Marissa gave her a big thumbs-up. “All ready!”
“Of course, you can use Paul Bunyan in any position you would like,” Cassidy explained. “We just like to use these to make it easier for our home shoppers to see all the action.” She held up the gigantic vibrator and pointed out the controls. “I’m just going to switch this on so everyone can see.”
Jason moved up to the edge of the couch. How had he missed out on this whole channel? All the afternoons he’d wasted watching Ink Master reruns.
“So we’ve got just the regular mode here.” Cassidy flicked the switch on, and Paul Bunyan came to life with a soft hum. “And then you have all these other vibration patterns.” Cassidy activated each of the patterns in turn, producing intermittent hums, fluttering hums, and one pattern that actually sounded a little like “Here Comes the Bride.” “Which one do you want, honey?”
“Surprise me,” answered Marissa.
Cassidy turned back to the camera with the same mischievous giggle she used to open the show. “Let’s try this one. And we’ll turn the intensity up a bit.”
Paul Bunyan was indeed buzzing “Here Comes the Bride.” The increased intensity made the song easier to make out.
“You can use Paul Bunyan to tease a little, like this.” Cassidy ran the vibrator’s oversized head around Marissa’s pussy lips, moving slowly around in counterclockwise circles until the plump flesh was shiny with her juices. Jason’s hard-on ached in his pants, and with his free hand he reached for it, stroking it absently as he watched one woman stimulate the other with the massive toy. “You want to give the clit some attention, too, but not too much. It’s very sensitive to how intense the vibrations are.”
Marissa stirred on the couch’s lush cushions. She arched and bucked in her bonds, and she moaned quietly with pleasure.
“How’s that, sweetie? Ready for more?”
“Ohh, yeah,” sighed Marissa.
“Once you’ve gotten your partner all warmed up and ready,” Cassidy explained to the camera, “you can just go for it. Just be sure she’s ready to take it all the way.”
Cassidy pushed Paul Bunyan into Marissa at exactly the speed Jason himself would have used if the giant cock had been attached to him. Slow enough to make sure she felt every fraction of an inch. Slow enough for him to savor the tight, slick heat of his lover as she took him. Slow but purposeful. Jason closed his eyes, and as Marissa’s voice caressed him, he squeezed his erection, letting his imagination take over.
“Now we’ve got a special holiday deal for our home shoppers today.” As she spoke, he opened his eyes. According to the display, the Paul Bunyan was 30 percent off today, with an additional discount if he bought more than one.
Who bought more than one of these? Would a woman buy one for a friend and one for herself? Was that weird? Thinking about it was cooling down his buzz. He put the phone on the table—because he was absolutely not buying one of these—and tried to concentrate on the demonstration.
Cassidy leaned over to speak to her co-host, all the while maintaining the slow and steady pace with the huge vibrator. “Marissa, I know we’ve gotten emails from some of our viewers about this toy.”
Marissa responded with a languorous “mmm-hmm” and began to twist and pump her own hips onto the vibrator. Cassidy smiled and obliged her partner by matching her pace with the toy before resuming her sales pitch.
“It seems folks wonder if Paul here is too big to be comfortable. Is that what you’re finding?”
“Oh, no,” she moaned, relaxing into the bonds so that she could take Paul a little better. “I mean, if you like it big it’s great, but if you don’t or you’re not sure just go slowly. Mmm. Let yourself stretch. I mean, your body can accommodate a baby. It’ll take Paul Bunyan.”
The number on the screen had only gone down to 1,250. Jason thought the Little Giant had sold out in this much time. Perhaps the rest of the home shopping audience was also unwilling to do more than watch Paul Bunyan in action.
“How’s that, ladies?” She continued to thrust the oversized toy into her co-host. “It’s big for a vibrator, but small for a baby.” She leaned over to look at Marissa. “Want to take over while I take a call?”
“Nooo problem at allll.” The camera stayed with Marissa as she took hold of the vibrator, carefully taking it from Cassidy’s hand before resuming her partner’s pace.
“Caller,” said Cassidy, “you’re on The Toy Box! What’s your name, and where are you calling from?”
“Hi, Cass!” The voice coming through on the phone was deep, with kind of a broad Midwestern sound. “This is John from Peoria. I’m a huge fan of the show.”
Jason pulled his hand out of his pants. Marissa was hot as hell, but he absolutely had to hear what this guy was going to say about this giant cock replica.
“This is great! We always love to hear from our male viewers.” Cassidy frowned puckishly at the camera. “All of them seem to be named John, though. That’s a weird coincidence, don’t you think?”
“Oh, yeah,” said John hastily, speaking over Marissa’s cries. “Yeah, that is weird.”
She gave the camera a knowing grin. “So you’re calling about the Paul Bunyan, John?”
“Yep! Bought one for the wife last year for her birthday, and we both love it.” John didn’t seem the least bit distracted by Marissa, who was writhing on the couch in a way that was almost like a dance.
“That’s wonderful!” Cassidy clapped her hands. “You know, John, a lot of men worry that this will somehow replace them. What would you say to those guys?”
“Um, mostly I would just tell them to go ahead and try using it. It doesn’t hurt to try new things in bed with the right woman.” John’s voice had become softer, no longer the man with a secret identity, just a man with a secret to share. “I just love watching my wife with Paul. I can see her face better, I love watching all the ways she moves…it’s like watching a movie with her as the star. And after Paul’s done, it’s like she can’t get enough of me.”
The number dropped precipitously, from nine fifty to five hundred, as John testified to Paul’s role in his bedroom. Jason scoffed. He must be convincing someone.
Someone else.
“So you’re not worried about ol’ Paul taking your place?” Cassidy pursed her lips. Jason knew that look, the one that said she was going for a specific answer.
“Not at all,” said John. “I know she prefers me over a piece of plastic with a battery in it. Fellas, if you don’t know that about your woman, well, Paul Bunyan might not be your real problem.”
Jason rolled his eyes. John was full of it. Still, Marissa did seem to be enjoying herself, her body glistening and growing taut as her climax approached. What would it be like to watch Kate take on the massive toy, to whet her appetite for flesh and blood?
Cassidy clapped her hands again. “I love it! Thank you so much for calling, John.”
“Oh, no, thank you.” John chuckled. “Say hello to Marissa for me when she’s done.”
“Sure will,” said Cassidy. “Bye now.”
Marissa came with none of the pornographic performance skills Jason expected from a woman riding a vibrator on television. Her body stiffened, and she cried out through clenched teeth as spasms of pleasure claimed her. But she got the job done. As her orgasm rippled through her, the Paul Bunyan sold out.
“I can’t believe this is actually on TV,” Jason said to himself. He wondered how he could test himself, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He glanced over at the remote control. Maybe if he flicked up a channel and then flicked back, he’d know this was real.
Maybe. Maybe you’ll flip up and flip back and all of this will be gone. That what you want, smart guy?
He left the remote where it was. Maybe he was dreaming somehow, but if he was he’d deal with it later.
Cassidy helped her co-host out of the stirrups and offered her a hand so that she could sit up. Marissa was still breathing hard, and she pushed sweat-dampened hair out of her face. “Wow!” Marissa said. “That was great!”
“It looked great,” said Cassidy. “Is this the greatest job in the world or what?”
They both laughed. Jason resigned himself to the idea that none of this was real. Then he picked up the phone again. Just in case.
“I’m just going to get a bottle of water,” Marissa said. “You and Chris go ahead and set up the Spider Web.”
Jason shifted his weight on the couch and tried to guess what Chris—Christine?—would look like. And the Spider Web, what was that?
Cassidy walked over to the other side of the set. “My favorite part of this show is being able to offer toys and gifts for couples. So often, when we meet that special person and things get serious, we stop making time for things like Paul Bunyan and our special line of flavored lotions and gels. So I’m glad to share the Spider Web for our home shoppers looking for a gift to share with their partners.”
Bingo! He hadn’t even seen the Spider Web yet, and he was ready to buy it. He envisioned the rest of the afternoon, stretching peacefully out before him as he surrendered to the carefree relaxation reserved for those who have found the perfect Valentine’s Day gift for their partners.
Cassidy stopped next to an assembly of black ropes, woven together in a very loose basket shape, something shaped like a huge cup, intended to hold…what? It looked a bit like Marissa’s pair of ropes. Was this the couples’ version of that? How would that even work?
His train of thought was interrupted by the appearance of a third person on the screen. This must be Chris. Not a Christine at all, as he’d guessed, but a tall guy with a dark beach tan and hair bleached gold by the sun. Chris wore a white towel around his waist and nothing else, except a broad, perfectly white smile.
This was a man who knew he had the best job in the world. Jason couldn’t help but smile back at the guy. Congratulations, dude. You’re doing something a lot of other men can only dream of.
Cassidy opened her arms to Chris, who embraced her warmly before kissing her cheek. “What’s up, Cassidy?” he asked. “How are you?”
“I’m feeling the love, Chris,” she said. “You?”
“I’m definitely feeling it, too. It’s so good to see you again. I love helping out on The Toy Box.”
Jason chuckled. Yeah, I bet you do, buddy.
“We love to have you here, Chris!”
“So what’s on the menu today?”
“We’re demonstrating one of your favorites, the Spider Web. Remember it from last year?”
“Who could forget the Spider Web?” He stroked the ropes. “This thing is great.”
Marissa returned from freshening up. She had changed into a set of diaphanous pajamas, lovely in soft pink. She gave Chris a big hug, and Jason wondered if he could order a pair of see-through pajamas for Kate while he was on the phone with these folks. As if the magical people at The Toy Box were reading his thoughts, the information about Marissa’s nightclothes appeared on the screen for his review, only to fade away again as he wondered what size Kate was.
“I’m back,” Marissa said. “Who’s ready to hop into the Spider Web?”
Cassidy and Chris both raised their hands, waving them frantically at the camera. Jason shook his head. The more he watched this, the more comfortable he became with the whole crazy reality of it. He was still a little scared to touch the remote for fear The Toy Box would disappear forever, only leaving behind enough doubt to make him consider inpatient therapy. But that feeling went away if he wasn’t looking at the remote, so he stopped looking at it.
That probably wasn’t the healthiest perspective, either. No time to think about it now, though. The demo was about to start.
“For our new viewers at home, the Spider Web is The Toy Box’s take on the sex swing.” Marissa moved toward the center of the screen. “It’s suitable for almost any home. We’ve got a kit that allows you to attach it to the door, an assembly pack so you can get it hooked up to the ceiling and a do-it-yourself swing set.” She giggled. “You know, a metal framework you can attach the swing to.”
Behind her, Chris was helping Cassidy out of her clothes, carefully working around her shoes. She would of course leave her shoes on for all this. Jason hadn’t seen her naked yet, and she was attractive enough, with long, toned legs and boobs just on the large side of natural. Marissa was pretty enough, too, he supposed. It was tough to watch someone come the way she had and not think she was at least a little attractive.
But neither of them was Kate. His fiancée was just so much hotter than both of them. It wasn’t something he dwelled on anymore, really. All their years together had dimmed his childish fears that something better than Kate could possibly happen for him, and he rarely thought of other women as a result. But every so often, the thought of her would remind him of just how very lucky he was to be part of her life.
Chris whipped off his towel, cutting off Jason’s distracted thoughts like an ax. Not a tan line to be seen on that body of his, and he was hung like a horse. His hard-on wasn’t quite as big as Paul Bunyan, but then he probably wasn’t terribly threatened by Paul Bunyan, either. All that made sense, though, when Jason stopped to consider it. Chris was a demonstration model, after all. If he were unpleasant to look at—or more importantly, difficult to see—he wouldn’t get far in this line of work.
Marissa got out of the way so that the camera could take in the entire swing attached to the swing set. Chris held up the harness so that Cassidy could carefully step in.
“So today, we’re going to demonstrate the swing set model, which is great if you’re in an apartment or somewhere you don’t necessarily want to use the door or ceiling to attach the swing.” Marissa put her hand on the black metal framework. “The swing set is made of lightweight aluminum, and it’s so easy to assemble. Chris here says that if you can put together one of those bookcases, you can put together a swing set. Right, Chris?”
Chris regarded the camera with a huge smile. “That’s right, Marissa. And it folds right up afterward so you can slide it into the back of your closet when you’re done.”
He held Cassidy’s hands as she drew her knees up toward her chest, rocking forward in the swing until she looked almost like a frog about to leap. He waited for her to balance herself in the swing, and she released his hands one at a time to take hold of the swing’s ropes. Chris positioned himself behind her.
“We get so many questions about what kinds of positions are good for the swing, so we’re going to have Chris and Cassidy demonstrate a popular option for you. Cassidy is leaning forward here with her knees pulled up. If you were in bed, would this be kind of like a crouch?”
Cass nodded. “Yeah, this is the same position. You just have to get used to relaxing into the swing.”
Chris ran his large hand over the curve of Cassidy’s ass. “Just letting you know I’m back here. Do you want me to swing you a little?”
“Just a bit,” she said. Chris pushed her forward, keeping his hand in place, and then let her swing back toward him.
Marissa held up a DVD for the camera. “This instructional DVD comes with all our Spider Web sets. It’s got assembly instructions and plenty of demos so you can see lots more positions to enjoy with your partner.”
Chris was rolling a condom onto his huge hard-on. “Ready?”
“All ready.”
Jason edged so far forward on the couch that he nearly fell off.
Very slowly, Chris pulled Cassidy back toward him, gradually impaling her on his cock. Her china doll complexion went bright red, and she bit her rosy lip as he took her. As usual, all the pertinent details about the Spider Web appeared along the left side of the screen, including the number available: 750. Jason’s gaze darted over to the price. Damn. Quality justified expense, sure. But damn.
Marissa was offscreen now, describing the action in a way she probably meant to be unobtrusive. “This is just one of the ways you can use the swing. You can adjust the straps for a perfect doggy-style entry, which is great if your partner’s just not the right height for doggy-style in bed.”
Cassidy panted rhythmically, her eyes closed as if she were concentrating on Chris’s deep strokes. She was quiet enough that Jason could hear the clap, clap, clap of her flesh against his. Each quiet smack seemed to punctuate a drop in the number available. Seven hundred. Six hundred. Five hundred.
“Now this is also great for guys who want to control the depth of their thrusts. From back there, Chris can pull Cassidy back as far as he wants and as hard as he wants.”
Well. That was an appealing thought. He’d been leaning toward the very promising Spider Web anyway. But the prospect of being able to take Kate as hard and deep as he wanted made his cock stiffen even more.
As it was, Kate had no objections to taking him as deep as he could go. Still, he could imagine taking her from behind like this, his fingers digging into her absolutely luscious hips and ass, pulling her up and down onto his meat until he exploded into her. None of the friction-fueled awkwardness of standard doggy-style.
A very happy Valentine’s Day indeed. He could make it fit within his budget. Somehow.
He looked down at the phone and forced himself to concentrate on the number. He had to take his time dialing, carefully reading the numbers to himself as he went along. It wouldn’t do to get a wrong number today, would it? And with all his blood redistributed to his aching cock, his comprehension wasn’t all that great.
As the phone rang, a very nonsexual tingle crept down into the pit of his stomach. What if all this wasn’t real? What if he was somehow being connected with a real person, someone he would actually have to shake hands with in the future? Like his boss? Or Kate’s dad?
On TV, Chris was helping Cassidy change positions in the swing. She shifted around so that she was reclining in the straps and he lifted her ankles way up over her head. Marissa was saying something about how the Spider Web made the position more comfortable, something about relaxing and letting the straps do the work. Suddenly Jason didn’t care all that much about who might be on the phone. When Chris pulled Cassidy back onto his cock, the number available plummeted to three hundred.
Come on, dammit.
A loud click declared that Jason’s call had been answered, but ethereal music spilled out of the receiver at him, along with the standard you’re-on-hold recording. Call volumes were high. His call was very important. Would he please hold for the next available operator? Someone would be with him in a moment.
The change in positions agreed with Cassidy, who was all but singing in the Spider Web. For his part Chris, red-faced and sweating, was pumping into her with everything he had. At Marissa’s suggestion, he moved his hands from Cassidy’s ass up to her shoulders and then to the straps, just to show the good folks at home how much versatility he could achieve with the Spider Web. That golden-boy grin of his was all gone, replaced by the ferocity that emerged in every man when he was deep inside a woman he desired.
If he weren’t on camera, he’d probably be talking to her. Asking her if she liked it. Whether she wanted it deeper. Calling her a—
“Hi, this is Margo with the Shop From Home Channel. Can I get your name and address, please?”
“Hey, Margo, this is Jason Lowell.” He recited his address a little too quickly, panicking at the dwindling number on the screen.
“Okay, Jason, what can we get you today?”
Down to forty. “I want to order a Spider Web,” he said. Did he sound like he was panting? He felt like he was panting.
“Okay,” said Margo. He heard keys clicking as the number went down to fifteen. “Now is that an embroidery Spider Web, a home décor and design Spider Web, or an exercise equipment Spider Web?”
Eight. “I don’t know! It’s the one on The Toy Box! I’m watching it right now!”
“Ah! That’s an exercise equipment Spider Web.” More clicking.
Somehow, Chris managed to shoot his load into Cassidy without making much noise. Cassidy made up for it with a series of staccato cries, punctuating her orgasmic spasms. As if on cue, the number available went to zero.
Please, Margo. Please say you got me one.
“All right, Mr. Lowell, I’ve got you all set for one Spider Web. Would you like one of the add-on kits? You know, the ceiling kit or the freestanding frame?”
“Yes,” Jason sighed. “I’d like the freestanding frame.”
He toppled over onto the couch, chuckling breathlessly.