Butt plugs that seemed anatomically unrealistic. And there were how many different types of lube?
I rested my head against the headboard and stared at my screen with wide eyes. It wasn’t like this was my first foray into sex shops. Becky and I had gone into places like this early in our marriage, or when we were on one of those rare vacations without the kids and wanted to spice things up. And I’d gone in alone a couple of times to find something for an anniversary or Valentine’s Day.
But somehow, this was more intimidating. It wasn’t a pair of fuzzy handcuffs or an extra-soft flogger. It wasn’t a set of lacy lingerie that would spend most of the night on a hotel floor. It sure as hell wasn’t a DVD that we’d watch for five minutes, and then use as background noise while we fucked.
Swallowing hard, I tapped the icon for dildos. Surprise, surprise—half a billion options. I had never even given the toys and vibrators a second look before, especially not with the intent of getting one for myself. I had thought it was as simple as going in, picking one out, paying for it, and leaving. But no—I’d need to find the one that was just the right size, shape, and material. What was I supposed to do? Write down the product name and number, walk in, and ask them to grab that specific one for me?
Then a link caught my eye: Home Delivery.
Wait, what?
I sat up a little as I tapped the link. No shit, for a nominal fee, the company would box up anything I wanted to buy, package it discreetly, and bring it to my—well, Ethan and Rhett’s—door. Within three hours.
Which meant I could get anything without having to wander into one of their shops. If it wasn’t what I needed, well, I was out fifty bucks.
This was ridiculous. I was a grown man, so I shouldn’t have been embarrassed about any of this. On the other hand, if I was honest with myself, the thought of even buying condoms made my skin crawl. Buying a couple of phallic toys, lube, and some books about anal play? Wasn’t gonna happen.
But this home-delivery thing was a game changer.
I started perusing the site all over again, this time with the knowledge that it would be discreetly delivered right to my waiting hands. Before long, I’d filled the virtual shopping cart with about two hundred dollars’ worth of things I’d never imagined myself buying. My pulse was racing and I was already imagining how things might play out during the few seconds of interaction with the delivery driver, but I tapped the Submit Order button, and it was done.
Now that the order was in, I couldn’t help feeling kind of excited about its arrival. I felt a bit…adventurous! The thought of experimenting like this, trying something completely new when I’d previously considered myself to be quite experienced, was a hell of a turn-on.
Come on, driver. Pedal to the floor.
Ethan and Rhett weren’t due back for a few hours, and delivery was guaranteed within three. So as long as the driver wasn’t late and the guys weren’t early, I didn’t have to worry about them crossing paths. Hopefully.
I was right—the delivery driver beat Ethan and Rhett, thank the Lord, and the transaction was quick and easy despite me feeling like an idiot. She handed me the unmarked box, had me sign a form saying I’d received it, and she was gone.
I hurried back into my rented room, shut the door behind me, and opened the box. One by one, I removed each item and laid it out on the bed. Then I tossed aside the empty box, and I had to laugh at the items arranged in front of me. Three different size dildos. A butt plug. Two types of lube, in case I didn’t like one or the other. Condoms to keep the toys clean. Four books on anal play. Basically, a box full of parts and a goddamned instruction manual—could I have been more of an engineer about this?
Chuckling to myself, I sat back on the bed beside everything, and thumbed through one of the books. It amazed me that there was enough to say
I rested my head against the headboard and stared at my screen with wide eyes. It wasn’t like this was my first foray into sex shops. Becky and I had gone into places like this early in our marriage, or when we were on one of those rare vacations without the kids and wanted to spice things up. And I’d gone in alone a couple of times to find something for an anniversary or Valentine’s Day.
But somehow, this was more intimidating. It wasn’t a pair of fuzzy handcuffs or an extra-soft flogger. It wasn’t a set of lacy lingerie that would spend most of the night on a hotel floor. It sure as hell wasn’t a DVD that we’d watch for five minutes, and then use as background noise while we fucked.
Swallowing hard, I tapped the icon for dildos. Surprise, surprise—half a billion options. I had never even given the toys and vibrators a second look before, especially not with the intent of getting one for myself. I had thought it was as simple as going in, picking one out, paying for it, and leaving. But no—I’d need to find the one that was just the right size, shape, and material. What was I supposed to do? Write down the product name and number, walk in, and ask them to grab that specific one for me?
Then a link caught my eye: Home Delivery.
Wait, what?
I sat up a little as I tapped the link. No shit, for a nominal fee, the company would box up anything I wanted to buy, package it discreetly, and bring it to my—well, Ethan and Rhett’s—door. Within three hours.
Which meant I could get anything without having to wander into one of their shops. If it wasn’t what I needed, well, I was out fifty bucks.
This was ridiculous. I was a grown man, so I shouldn’t have been embarrassed about any of this. On the other hand, if I was honest with myself, the thought of even buying condoms made my skin crawl. Buying a couple of phallic toys, lube, and some books about anal play? Wasn’t gonna happen.
But this home-delivery thing was a game changer.
I started perusing the site all over again, this time with the knowledge that it would be discreetly delivered right to my waiting hands. Before long, I’d filled the virtual shopping cart with about two hundred dollars’ worth of things I’d never imagined myself buying. My pulse was racing and I was already imagining how things might play out during the few seconds of interaction with the delivery driver, but I tapped the Submit Order button, and it was done.
Now that the order was in, I couldn’t help feeling kind of excited about its arrival. I felt a bit…adventurous! The thought of experimenting like this, trying something completely new when I’d previously considered myself to be quite experienced, was a hell of a turn-on.
Come on, driver. Pedal to the floor.
Ethan and Rhett weren’t due back for a few hours, and delivery was guaranteed within three. So as long as the driver wasn’t late and the guys weren’t early, I didn’t have to worry about them crossing paths. Hopefully.
I was right—the delivery driver beat Ethan and Rhett, thank the Lord, and the transaction was quick and easy despite me feeling like an idiot. She handed me the unmarked box, had me sign a form saying I’d received it, and she was gone.
I hurried back into my rented room, shut the door behind me, and opened the box. One by one, I removed each item and laid it out on the bed. Then I tossed aside the empty box, and I had to laugh at the items arranged in front of me. Three different size dildos. A butt plug. Two types of lube, in case I didn’t like one or the other. Condoms to keep the toys clean. Four books on anal play. Basically, a box full of parts and a goddamned instruction manual—could I have been more of an engineer about this?
Chuckling to myself, I sat back on the bed beside everything, and thumbed through one of the books. It amazed me that there was enough to say
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