A Special Gift Guaranteed to Please the Woman Whose Man Is Away from Home

David, my husband, had been gone for almost a week and a half, and I was climbing the walls. It was the first time we’d been apart in the three years of our marriage and I didn’t like it, not one bit. I was awfully lonely and, even worse, hornier than I ever thought a girl could get. And the thought that my man’s business trip would last another week didn’t do anything to improve my mood.

Our nightly phone conversations helped in one way and hurt in another. It was wonderful to hear David’s voice and share with him the events of the day, but it was frustrating knowing his strong, muscular body and big, beautiful cock were miles away. Oh, how I longed to feel his cock pounding me into orgasmic bliss.

And then, in the mail, came my salvation in the form of an almost square box wrapped in plain brown paper. I could see from the return address that it was from David, but I couldn’t imagine what he’d be sending me. A book? I didn’t think so. Some audiotapes? Perhaps. It wouldn’t be anything as mundane as handkerchiefs or a scarf; of that I was certain.

Well, imagine my surprise when I opened the package to find something called an “Electro Love Kit” with a provocative assortment of sex toys artfully arranged in a plastic tray. On top was a note that read: “Enjoy, baby. All my love, David.”

Just like my guy to come to the rescue, I thought. David had responded to my complaints about being superhorny by getting me this kit, thinking it would tide me over until he returned. Well, no time like the present to see exactly what we had here.

Although it was only three in the afternoon, I carried my surprise gift from David into our bedroom and quickly got out of my clothes. Once naked, I climbed into bed, sitting up against the backrest with the love kit on my lap. Carefully, I picked up each item and inspected it. There was a medium-size vibrator, a set of ben-wah balls, a small butt plug, an anal probe, something called a “Dancing Egg,” and two small jars of scented body oil, one vanilla, one strawberry. Everything I needed to get off big-time, I decided.

Fluffing the pillows behind me, I settled into a comfortable position and set about playing with my new toys. Opening the jar of vanilla-scented oil, I dabbed some on both nipples and began to rub and tweak them until they were as hard as pencil erasers. I didn’t need any oil on my pussy because it was already dripping wet.

I then smeared some oil on the anal probe and, turning on my side, inched it into my rear passage. My asshole has always been a true erogenous zone for me, and the feel of the probe moving in my bottom was wickedly pleasurable. When I’d had enough of that, I oiled the small anal plug and worked it into my ass, making sure it was seated comfortably before rolling over onto my back.

Intrigued by the “Dancing Egg,” I decided to try that next. A thin wire went from the egg to a small control box. I worked the egg into my wet pussy and then flipped the switch on the control box. Wow! The egg didn’t dance inside me, but it sure did squirm and vibrate ever so gently. It was one of the greatest sensations I’d ever experienced, and with the anal plug ensconced in my ass, the egg “dancing” in my cunt, and my finger stroking my aroused clitoris, I started coming like crazy. The quiet of the bedroom was shattered by my wail of intense joy as pure pleasure washed over me.

I wasn’t through yet, though. Keeping the anal plug in place, I removed the egg and switched on the medium-size vibrator. I passed it over my clitoris a few times and moaned before slipping it inside my steamy pussy. It wasn’t the same as having David there with me, his cock barreling into my grateful hole, but it sure felt good. Really good. In no time I was squirming on the bed and raising my hips and groaning as the vibrator worked its special magic. I came a second time, and then a third, my pussy convulsing around the vibrator and my sphincter squeezing the butt plug hard.

It was some time before I came back down to earth, and when I did I thought of calling David and thanking him for the marvelous and much-needed gift. But as it was not even five o’clock, I figured he’d still be in a business meeting of one kind or another. I’d have to wait until nine that night, which was when we usually talked on the phone.

Exactly at nine, David phoned, and I started gushing about his present. I told him I had tried every one of the items in the kit except the ben-wah balls, and I intended to wear them to work the next day. He laughed and said I’d be coming in my panties all day. I laughed back and told him that was the idea.

Although I’d gotten myself off really nicely that afternoon, talking to my man on the phone made me horny all over again. I reached for the “Dancing Egg,” which I hadn’t bothered to return to its nest in the box, and slipped it into my lubricating love hole. I flipped the switch on the control box, and immediately that beautiful egg started moving around inside me. David could tell that something was up by the sound of my voice, and when I told him what I had done, he chuckled lewdly and right away started talking dirty to me.

He told me exactly what he intended to do to me on his return home, and when I heard him say that, among other things, he was looking forward to burying his hard cock deep inside my butt, I reached for the anal plug and quickly seated it in my behind. Soon I was whimpering with pleasure and then crying out that I was coming. And in the haze of my lust, I thought I heard David let out a moan of satisfaction.

In the days that followed, my sex toys got a good workout. Every afternoon, and sometimes at night when I spoke to David, I worked myself up to an explosive orgasm. And on his first night home, I showed him how everything worked. As I told him later, after I’d gulped down a healthy load of his creamy come, the egg in my pussy and the plug in my ass felt even more wonderful when I had his cock in my mouth.

—Ms. Donna J., Broken Arrow, Oklahoma