The Mystery Box

The fantasy play box had arrived. Our date is tonight, and I’m dripping with anticipation. Our intimacy is amazing, but this box is going to set our libidos on fire! Kent has read all the info and we’ve done all the fun set up to get ready for our special date in a box. Being together for ten years has helped us learn about each other, our bodies, and our fantasies, but to be guided by the contents of a box is exhilarating.

I run my hands along the smooth dark box. I’ve only seen parts of the contents of the box, as they are to be slowly unveiled to me by Kent. The ribbon tying the lid down is elegant and lush. Kent will be home soon and I can’t wait to open up this hotness in a box with him!

I sit patiently at the table, sipping my wine. The time is slowly ticking by and I’m resisting the urge to tear into the box. But I also want the surprise. I feel so safe with him that I harbor no fear. We’ve talked about this and followed all the instructions for discussion, so my trust, which I already thought was impeccable, has blossomed. I’m so ripe I want to scream, dance, and shimmy, but I sit. My mood is simmering like a lit firecracker, though.

He texts that he now in the driveway and I’m to undress.

I hop up, glee filing me as I strip off...