“I have one more gift for you,” your husband says, handing you a gift as you get ready for bed after a long Christmas day. Your excitement is palpable as you hold the wrapped Christmas gift from your husband. You know it must be something from the naughty store because he advised you not to open it where your kids could see it. Sex with hubby has always been very good, he reads you well, being imaginative and gentle when you want him to be, raw and more animalistic when he senses you’re in the mood. Neither of you is afraid to experiment and you often share your fantasies which inevitably leads to some pretty awesome fucking! One thing you had never discussed, however, was toys.

He occasionally has to take trips away for work, usually only a night or two away but sometimes for as long as a week. You’re not afraid that he will stray but you miss him so much when he’s away. Typically, you make love a couple of times a week but on those weeks that he is away, you seem to have to take care of your own needs every single night. You talk about it, of course. He gets so hard as you describe to him how you pleasure yourself and he usually ends up trying to emulate what you describe, with the added bonus of adding his lips and tongue on your clit instead of your fingers.

You want to rip the paper from your gift. It’s a rectangular package, about a foot long, carefully wrapped with a hot pink ribbon tied around it.  A small card slipped under the knot in the ribbon reads, “Personal and Confidential” nothing more.

Your mind speculates that it might be a dildo or maybe a vibrator. Your fingers shake a little as your excitement builds. His eyes never leave your face as you delicately remove the ribbon then slip your manicured nail along the edge of the paper releasing the grab of the clear tape. Unfolding the paper, you see that you have guessed correctly – sort of.

“Fifty Shades of Grey,” you say quietly, turning the package over in your hands. “Greedy Girl, hmmm,” you look at his face as he gazes at you.

“For those nights when I’m away,” he says. “Or we could use it sometimes as well,” he adds hopefully. Just a few months ago he had asked if he could watch you masturbate, you were reluctant at first; playing with yourself was a personal thing for you but, after seeing how excited he became when you described how you played with yourself when he was away, you acquiesced.

“Rechargeable,” you say, as you examine the handle that holds the controls. “How does this work?” you ask. Hubby shrugs because, being typically male, he hasn’t bothered to read the instructions. You fish out the instructions sheet and read quickly. Finding the power button, you press it and the thing starts moving and vibrating in your hand, the shaft extending and retracting a couple of inches as it vibrates. You run your fingertip along the rabbit-shaped nub that is just above the control panel. You feel it has its own motor.

“You should clean it before you use it,” hubby says, holding out a small bottle of clear fluid. You switch it off and hand it to him.

“You clean it,” you say, “and check on the kids. I’ll get ready. Then you can watch as I figure out what this thing can do!” You are wet with anticipation, curious about how this collection of metal, silicone, and plastic will feel inside you. As hubby leaves the room to go to the washroom across the hall, you quickly fish out your favourite lingerie, a hot pink collection of a bustier and garter belt and thong along with a pair of black thigh-highs. You hear him coming back to your bedroom so you hop on the bed and recline, your hand finds the front of the silky thong and you begin to rub yourself. Hubby enters, stops, stares, smiles a big wide grin and turns to lock your bedroom door.

“Merry Christmas!” he whispers as he hands the toy back to you. He reaches into his nightstand again, producing a bottle of lube and handing it over. “It says on the website to use lube but, looking at that little damp spot on your panties, I don’t think you’ll be needing it!”

You take the lube anyway, “Grab me a towel please, this might get messy!” In a flash, the towel is in his hands. You get up so he can pull back the covers and place the towel on the bed. You notice he’s placed it on your side so you move it over. “No wet spots on my side tonight!” you smile lasciviously as you lay back.

Switching the toy on again, you examine the buttons on the control end, figuring out which ones change the modes and which ones control the speeds. Satisfied that you know how it works, you pop the top of the bottle of lube open and apply some to the tip and shaft of the extending and retracting toy. “Mmmm, strawberries,” you say, winking at hubby, “my favourite!” Slipping your slick fingers under the front of your thong, you rub the remaining gel onto your lips, slipping a finger, then two inside you. Hubby may have been right; you are very wet and would likely not need the extra slipperiness. You toss the lube to hubby, “You might need this more than I do!”

Pulling your thong to the side, you run the tip of the toy along your clit, it sends shivers up your body, the frequency matching that of the vibrating toy. You hold it in place, allowing the extending and retracting shaft to stimulate you, making you even wetter. Tilting it out at the base, you need to apply only the slightest of pressure and it slips inside your soft, slick folds, penetrating the smooth walls of your pussy. It’s not an especially long or thick toy, but the movement of the realistically shaped head rubs over your g-spot, sending a wave of pleasure through you every time it does.

Feeling the vibration of the smaller motor in the rabbit extension, you nestle that bit against your clit. The dual sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt. Fingering your clit while hubby fucks you is pretty awesome but this is next-level arousal. You know you won’t have to wait long before your orgasm sweeps over you. “Oh, Rick, this is amazing!” you whisper. He strips naked and lies down beside you, leaning in to kiss you and whisper in your ear as you play with the controls, finding the different modes and speeds until you hit the ones you like best.

“I knew you’d like it!” he whispers. “Tell me how it feels.” His one hand is playing with your breast through the silky fabric of your bustier while his other is slowly stroking his cock.

“Sit over there and just watch me,” you say. “Don’t come before I do, it won’t take long, I promise.” He obliges you, knowing that he’ll get his chance in a little while. You have trained him well.

Moving your hips, your hands and the thrusting toy, you find the most pleasurable position. Holding the toy against your clit, you lay back and let it do most of the work. You’re moaning softly now, hoping that you’ll be able to control yourself and keep from screaming like you often do when you come. Your moans get louder. You bite your bottom lip to keep from getting any louder.

“My God, you look so hot!” hubby breathes, as quietly as he is able. You glance over and his cock is in one hand, his mobile is in the other, taking a video of you as you masturbate. He is stroking himself slowly, stopping every few seconds to edge himself and keep from coming before you do. You know he is silently hoping that you’ll ask him to come all over your face when he does. He loves watching his spunk shoot onto your face.

You are close now, so very close to that sweet rush of ecstasy. You think about stopping and edging yourself but this feels too good. Switching hands so your free hand is toward hubby, you reach for him, “Come here,” you croak, grasping his cock and jerking it quickly. You are so pleased with his gift to you that you decide to give him a gift of your own, “Come on my face!” you command.

His hand covers yours, “Easy baby,” he says, “not too tight.” In your growing excitement, you have a death grip on him. You ease off as he guides your hand slowly along his shaft. You twist the toy slightly to increase the pressure on your clit and go over the edge, your orgasm coming in a sweet rush. Usually, your orgasm overtakes you in waves but the constant rubbing of your g-spot with the head of the toy and the vibration on your clit from the little rabbit nub create a long, sustained sexual high, lasting almost a minute. You forget about stroking hubby as both hands go to your pussy, the fingers of your previously free hand sliding around the girth of the toy where it enters your opening.

Unlike a man, this magnificent phallic creation won’t stop until you make it stop and you don’t feel like stopping any time soon. Your entire body straightens as your extended orgasm continues; the only part of you touching the bed was the back of your head and your heels as the rush continued. Your eyes are closed as you hear your hubby groan, his seed, warm and sticky, splashes onto your face and your orgasm is renewed because you know he is beyond thrilled at the sight of your face covered in his cum. You relax, your body falling to the bed as you extract this wonderful, magical toy from inside you, your entire body heaving as you try to catch your breath. Setting it on the towel underneath you, you can feel it churning and shaking as it rests against your bum.

Wiping hubby’s ejaculate from one eye, you look up at him. He is beaming at you, proud of himself as he knows that he bought you the gift you never knew you wanted, while also knowing that you will never again be without one of these pleasure-giving devices. You reach for him, pulling him down to kiss him, his spunk on your lips as your tongues twist and tangle in each other’s mouths. You have long since convinced him that if he wishes for you to taste his issue, he must share in the tasting. He was reluctant at first but he warmed to the idea.

Using your fingers, you both clean the creamy droplets from your face, feeding them to each other. You finally reach down and fumble with your new toy, switching it off before bringing it to your lips. Together you clean your milky sticky cum from it, before setting it aside and embracing each other.

“Thank you for the wonderful gift,” you whisper before kissing him deeply. “Now those long nights when you’re away will be much more bearable.” Your breathing is almost back to normal.

“You’re welcome my darling,” he answers, “anything for you.” More kisses and you feel him begin to harden again. You raise your eyebrows at him and he raises his in return, he has pretty good powers of recovery but this must be a new record; never before has he been able to resurrect his cock so quickly.

“We have been doing this wrong for all these years,” you say. “Maybe we should plan a naughty weekend when I can really let go instead of holding back when I cum.”

“Maybe we should,” he answers as he plants soft kisses on your body as he slides down. His fingers trace the edges of your outfit. You know it’s his favourite as well as yours. “Maybe we should,” you hear again before he latches onto your clit and pushes two fingers inside you. You are rapturous again in moments as he devours you. You pull him up and urge him onto his back for a sweet sixty-nine to finish your evening's activities. Your orgasm this time comes in the more familiar waves, no less satisfying than the long steady rush you felt with your new artificial cock. His orgasm fills your mouth just as yours starts to recede; you don’t want to share with him this time. You swallow his load and go back to drawing him into your throat.

After you finish, you both have a quick clean up and then snuggle in together, his hands stroking along your outfit, yours tracing along the tips of his nipples as you whisper each other to dreamland.

That was four years ago. Each Christmas since you have received a new very special, very personal gift, the last one being a long, thick black one and including a jewelled plug for your bum. Not very subtle of him, was it?