A very satisfactory present

My husband (now ex), told me his side of this story when he returned from a business trip to China. As he walked through a market one evening, he was approached by a strange Chinese man who told him he had a gift for his wife. The Chinese man said he knew that my husband didn't satisfy me sexually, no one man had or ever could satisfy me, his present was the only true satisfaction I would ever achieve.

He handed my husband a box "You must not open the box, if anyone but Roz opens it, I cannot be responsible for what will happen. She and only she must open the box, and tell her to be on her own when she opens it for the first time." As suddenly as he appeared, he was gone, leaving my husband with a lot of unasked questions.

He was, quite reasonably, worried about this. Taking a strange box out of the country and into Britain is very risky given all the airline checks they carry out. He took the box back to his hotel and looked at it for days, wanting to open it but for some reason he just couldn't. He thought about leaving it when he returned home - but again, a feeling he couldn't explain had stopped him.

Instead, he packed it carefully in the middle of his suitcase and prayed that he wouldn't get stopped. Fortunately, he didn't or I would have missed the experience of a lifetime and you would never have heard my story.

The reader needs to know that my husband and I hardly talked at this point and we slept in separate rooms. Despite this, when he arrived back, I still asked if he had brought me anything back from his trip. He had he told me - perfume - a safe bet.

"Is that all?" I asked. I don't know why I expected more, but I did.

"Why, what did you expect?"

"I don't know, I just thought you might have brought me something else."

It was then he told me the story about the box. The bit about being on my own when I open it was weird. To be honest, I had a bit of a go at him, I thought he was taking the piss, but his off hand attitude eventually convinced me that this story might be genuine so I decided to at least open it and see what was inside.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door, part of me felt that this was just his little joke and it would be a stupid present, but somewhere inside me, in a place I couldn't focus on, was a feeling that something important was going to happen. I opened the box; there was a note inside, and another, smaller box. The note read:

"You have been blessed and cursed with a body that demands sexual release in ways that no man has ever truly satisfied. Our gift to you will provide you with that satisfaction for as long as you wish it. Before opening the second box, you must prepare yourself thoroughly. You will remove all of your clothing and lie down as if ready for one of your many lovers. Try to imagine that you are about to make love to the most wonderful man you have ever met, this will not be difficult for you, your imagination is one of your many sexual strengths."

This was really weird. Again, I had a horrible thought that this was an elaborate joke and leaving the box I went back down to confront my husband.

"Is this some kind of sick joke you bastard, if this is a wind up and you've brought me a vibrator from China, I'll swing for you?"

"You don't have to believe me, I've told you everything I know, I'm off out, this is just too strange. Now I've handed it over, you can do what you like with it."

"No, don't go, don't leave." I wasn't sure whether to be pissed off or scared, but scared was winning.

"Don't open it if you don't want to, I only brought it back because for some reason I couldn't leave it there."

"I have to open it, but there was a note inside, here read it." I passed him the note and waited for his reaction.

"Shit, this gets more and more scary; did I tell you this guy knew your name? In fact from this note he knows you pretty well. Whatever this is, I'm out of here, and you can't involve me in this."

"You brought it, you have to help, and I’m not going to open it unless you're at least in the house."

Although he hesitated, he finally agreed that he would stay in the house while I opened the box, but he insisted on knowing what I wanted him to do. I agreed that if he thought I needed help, he should come into my bedroom and whatever happened I wouldn't get angry. On that note, I told him I was going to do what it said, I was even going to have a bath and prepare myself. For some reason, I asked him if he would come upstairs and talk to me about all of this while I was in the bath. When he hesitated I even talked him into it.

Although we slept in separate rooms, there were still times when we both got randy enough to fuck. OK so it was mostly when I got myself turned on and didn't get sorted out by someone else, however, my point is that it wasn't too strange when I was lying in the bath and he knocked on the door.

We talked about the events so far and he had me at least 80% convinced that this wasn't a wind up. As I lay in the bath, I didn't cover myself and let my legs open as wide as the bath would allow. I pretended that I was washing but in reality both he and I knew I was playing with myself. This whole thing was making me feel very horny.

I watched his face as I quite intentionally paid too much attention to rubbing myself between my legs. His eyes were drawn to my honey pot, and the look on his face was all I needed to see.

"Will you wash my back while we talk?" He soaped the loofah and gave my back a good scrubbing while we carried on talking about why I felt an overpowering need to open my present and why I was going through all this preparation when I should really just go and open it.

"Do you want to wash my front as well?" I lay back in the bath making sure he had a good view of my nipples that were now standing out like corks. I made sure my legs were spread as wide as the bath would allow and let the fingers of my right hand play gently over my pussy lips.

He laughed "What, for old times sake?" but he put the loofah down and after soaping his hands he started massaging my shoulders and down over my breasts. His fingers rubbed and pulled at my swollen nipples until I started to moan softly. His soapy hands slid easily over the small firm mounds, his slippery fingers couldn't grip my nipples so that each time he squeezed one, it popped out sending shivers through my whole body.

My mind and body were on fire, it was like there was a direct line between my nipples and my pussy. Each time he twisted a nipple I felt like I was having a tiny orgasm. He spent what felt like forever playing with me, bringing me close to a proper orgasm just from massaging my breasts. Eventually, as I was beginning to think I'd have to tell him where I wanted his hands to go next, they slid down soaping over my stomach until his left hand eased between my legs pushing my own hand out of the way. His soapy finger slid easily between the folds of my cunt lips and he started to finger me.

I could feel him watching me for my reaction, I didn't need to fake anything, I love a man's fingers inside me. I groaned loudly and eased my legs up onto the sides of the tub to make his access easier. He pushed his middle finger deep into my cunt until his knuckles stopped his progress. Then pulling his finger free, he used my juices to lubricate my clitoris as he pressed hard, rubbing small circles in the way he knew would make me cum. I sensed him soaping his other hand but I still gasped in surprise when he slid it below the water to rub across the crack of my bum. He knows I like my bum being stroked, it turns me on. I even like it when a man pushes his finger through the resistance and penetrates me. Before you all ask, yes, I have been known to let a few lucky cocks fuck me in there as well.

I wanted to let him make me cum, I didn't want him to stop, but I knew where I wanted this to go and I mustn't lose control.

"Will you shave me, I want to be as smooth as a baby’s bottom, will you do it for me?" He didn't even answer, just took the foam and razor I'd left on the side of the bath and began to lather the area round my pubic hair.

"Do you trust me to do this? I could cause you a lot of pain down here." I knew that wasn't going to happen, all I did was gasp as his fingers pulled my cunt lips apart. He worked carefully to remove every small trace of hair. We both knew that his fingers didn't really need to be inside me as much as they were, but I was too far gone to worry about that.

"Finger fuck me again ..... like you used to ... use your thumb to fuck me ... turn me on ......, make me wet." My speech was coming in short busts now as I felt more and more randy. His hands flowed over the smooth skin of my freshly shaven mound, he was enjoying the effect he was having on me. So was I. His hand turned so his thumb could penetrate my well lubricated hole, at the same time as his palm rubbed over and around my clit sending me into raptures. As he drove me towards my orgasm I almost gave up on the final part of my plan and let him finish me off like this.

"Put your head between my legs, you know how much I love that. I need to cum, make me cum with your tongue." I climbed up and sat on the side of the bath not caring about how much water I sprayed around. I leant as far back as I could, opening my legs wide. I love watching a mans head as he works his magic on me, and whatever problems we had, his tongue had always been a little bit of magic. I don't always cum with oral sex, but I knew straight away that this one would be good. I felt my orgasm start in my tummy and begin to spread until it consumed every last bit of me.

I heard a voice, it must be my own. "Oh fuck yes, ahhh .... don't stop I'm there, harder, tongue me harder, please, please, please .... ahhhhhhh." I was pushing my cunt into his face as my hips bucked through what was the biggest oral orgasm I'd ever had. I slid off the edge of the bath, unable to hold myself up. He followed me down onto the floor and carried on tonguing me gently for what felt like several minutes as I slowly came back down. Eventually, my brain took control again and I remembered why I was here.

I sat back up onto the edge of the bath; I was at the perfect height to see the healthy swelling in his shorts. Even I wasn't selfish enough to leave him to look after himself.

"I'm not going to let you fuck me, I'm not really sure why not, but I owe you at least some relief." I pulled his shorts and underpants down and took him into my mouth, sucking greedily on a lovely hard cock that wasn't going to last long before it exploded. Sure enough, the tell tale grunts and the way he started to fuck my face instead of letting me do the work let me know I was going to get a load, and very soon. I can't remember when I last let him cum in my mouth, but I was so randy I didn't even think of pulling back. I felt the first spurts hit the back of my throat and I sucked and swallowed until he'd finished twitching inside me.

"Fuck." he muttered, "Whatever this is all about, it's got you all worked up. I can't wait to find out what's going on. At least it got me a top class blow job."

"Fuck off," was my only retort and after brushing my teeth, I headed off towards my bedroom with a parting "Don't forget to hang around for a while until I know what's in that box." I felt his eyes follow my naked body as I walked towards my bedroom. Call me a bitch, but I loved knowing I could make him fuck me any time I liked.

I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the box for several minutes, I knew I was going to open it but I was a bit apprehensive. I also felt just a bit foolish after the mad, but very enjoyable preparations. Eventually I arranged the pillows on my bed for maximum comfort, lay back, opened my legs as wide as they would go and slowly eased open the lid on the second box.

It was a bit of an anti-climax at first, just a clear stone. Actually more like opaque glass. I touched it, it was soft, oh god, it changed. Sometimes it was soft, sometimes hard. I decided to take it out of the box.

"Bloody hell" it came out by itself, it moved and was now sitting in my hand; how the fuck did it do that?

It was like it was waiting for me to do something. I was a bit spooked and decided to put it back in the box. Before I could move, it slid gently back on it's own. It was like I could tell it what to do. I closed the box lid and imagined it on my hand. Nothing happened so I opened the box again and pictured it moving onto the cushion beside me. It slid smoothly into exactly the position I imagined. I imagined in on my ankle, then cold, then warm, hard and soft. Every time the reaction was instant. I "thought" it back into the box and closed the lid.

"Oh shit I must be dreaming this isn't possible." My mind was racing, should I stop and go and talk to Darren. No, neither of these, if this is a dream I’ll make the most of it and at least have a really good dream. Just what was this thing capable of; it was advertised as the solution to my sexual frustration, so I decided to find out.

I love having my neck kissed and nibbled. I lay back on the pillows again, opened the box and closed my eyes. As the thoughts entered my head, delicate lips nuzzled my neck sending waves of passion through my nerve endings. My mind moved on to hands gently massaging my neck muscles as the lips continued their sensual dance over the delicate skin below and up into my hair line.

Through the growing pleasurable sensations my mind became aware that I could tell my lover (yes, I was starting to think of it like that already), more than one thing at a time. How far could I go?

Mmmm, there was no rush, this was weird but delicious. If this was a dream, I didn't want it to end just yet. I lay back letting the warm sensations run down my body. I've always had a great imagination, even as a young girl I would masturbate while I let my mind run wild. As I've got older, my fantasies have become wilder and wilder. All I had to do was relax, let my thoughts take over and see what happened.

I let my mind take control. I slipped smoothly into my favourite fantasy and my lovers (now there were 3 of them), responded to my thoughts. I was like a conductor playing an orchestra. The pair of hands massaging my shoulders expanded their interest, stroking my cheeks and playing over the skin of my shoulders. The lips carried on their gentle arousal of my neck, I was in heaven.

I felt one of my toes, the big toe on my right foot, being sucked and nibbled. The sensations from my foot and neck met in the centre of my body. A pair of hands stroked my calves sending shivers up my legs, goose bumps crawled over my skin.

"Don't rush, don't rush, these lovers will take their time." The voice in my head was fighting against the feelings coursing through my body, feelings that wanted to tell my lovers to fuck me hard, now.

The hands on my calves pushed gently and opened my legs wider; did I tell them to do that? I could feel my juices flowing.

The butterflies in the pit of my stomach were so strong my hips were starting to twist and grind although there was nothing to grind against. At my command the third pair of hands started to run over my stomach. Fingers left imaginary trails as they moved up towards my breasts and back down over the smooth skin of my ribs. Sharp nails teased, but never touched me where a real lover would have been unable to resist.

Should I open my eyes and watch my body being pampered by its lovers? No, the fantasy and the feelings were enough, stay in my dream.

I needed to feel my breasts being fondled and my nipples pulled. I wanted to feel lips sucking and teeth biting gently as they tug on my flesh. Hands immediately followed my wish. Warm, soft fingers pulled at me and rough workers palms rubbed across the tips making them stand out like small erect penises. I heard myself moan with sexual pleasure. The mouth nibbling my toes kissed higher up my legs, climbing past my knees and licking the inside of my thighs. Lips roamed over my upper thighs tracing patterns around the tops of my legs and round where my pubic hair had been until minutes ago. Despite the fact that I controlled it, my fantasy still allowed me to become excited at what might happen next.

I swear I could feel hot breath on my pussy lips before even the lightest touch. There was no contact until a soft wet tongue flicked across my clitoris making my stomach lurch and my hips jerk towards the source of pleasure. I gasped loudly, suddenly aware that I hadn't been breathing. The tongue drew small circles round my bud, just how I like it. With just the right pressure it teased me, making me wait. I felt a finger, just one, slide easily between my pussy lips as the tongue increased the pressure and speed. I felt my lips slowly spread in a way I never have before as the finger grew inside me to the perfect size.

My mind had accepted my lover the way it would accept a new vibrator, but the fantasy was more real because I have no physical part to play in the pleasure I was receiving. While I was aware that there were no bodies behind the hands and tongue, my brain told me that this made it even more of a turn on.

I could hear my own moans as if they were someone else as my lover's tongue flicks over my lips with just the right pressure. It slid down over my pussy; I could feel my juices flowing in a way I hadn't felt for a long time. The longest tongue I have ever had between my legs slid into my body replacing the finger, then out again repeating its journey around my most personal parts.

Hands pulled at my nipples and kisses rained down on my neck. My feet and ankles were being stimulated as a perfect tongue licked me out like never before. I came hard, my body thrashing around as surge after surge of intense emotions took me to heaven and back. Where no real lover could have held onto me or tongued me through the gymnastics of my climaxes, my new toy stayed on me. It made me cum over and over in long lung wrenching surges of pure lust that left me physically drained and gasping for air.

As my senses slowly returned I ordered my lover back into his box and closed the lid while I recovered and thought through what had just happened. Should I go downstairs and tell my husband. No fuck him, he can wait. This was the best of both worlds. My lover gave me all the feelings a real lover could because it was someone (or something) else doing everything. It also had the advantage of my vibrators in that I knew it wasn't going to cum and stop before I finished.

I was ready for more now. I opened the box and moved to the dressing table letting another of my favourite fantasies take over.

As I leant down with my arms on the table, I looked at myself in the mirror. Up until now, I'd been more comfortable with my eyes closed. Now I kept my eyes open to watch my reflection as an invisible cock filled me from behind. This I couldn't do with a vibrator.

My tits were hanging down and swaying as the most perfect sized and shaped cock slid smoothly in and out of my pussy. I opened my legs wider to improve the feelings as 2 hands slid round my body, squeezing my breasts and nipples just hard enough to cause that beautiful, sensual level of pain. I almost lost my train of thought as I saw the expression on my face. My mouth was hanging open, tiny beads of sweat were forming on my brow.

My face contorted and my eyes formed tiny slits as my expression reflected pure sexual ecstasy. The feelings escalated as I was fucked harder and harder, faster and faster It never missed a beat and I came, my head sank onto my arms as my lover kept going, nowhere near his own climax. He took me higher and I was having another wonderful orgasm seconds after the first, I could hear myself moaning.

As a final groan escaped my lips, I felt the pounding slow down. I found myself hoping that he knew not to stop, just keep fucking me slowly - of course he did, how stupid of me.

My breath was coming in short gasps but I knew I wasn't finished yet. The hands kept stroking my breasts and tweaking my nipples and I was still being fucked from behind, just slowly. I wanted, and got, a finger playing with my rear hole, my arse. It's such a nasty word.

I love my arse hole being played with while I'm being fucked, and right now I was being beautifully fucked with long slow strokes. I wasn't ready to cum again yet but I just loved the combination of having a rock hard cock sliding smoothly in and out of my body, and what I imagined as a slender finger pushing against and rubbing my tiny hole. I felt it just barely pushing through the resistance, and giving me what felt like tiny anal orgasms.

I was carried from the dressing table back to the bed. My lover was strong enough to pick me up off the floor and suspend me in mid air without missing a single thrust. I was on my back now lying on the bed, legs spread as wide as they would go and high in the air. My knees almost touched my shoulders as the pace of the cock fucking me increased. I was being taken anally by a smaller but equally hard cock. For the first time in my life, my pussy and my arse were being fucked at the same time.

The pace quickened, both of my holes were being stretched as the organs pumping into them grew larger. My hips were lifted until I was hardly touching the bed. I was thrashing around, twisting and turning as the angles I was being taken at sent my mind and body into areas they had never been.

Hands closed over my breasts. They brought relief from the vicious shaking they were receiving as they bounced back and forth in time with the pounding between my legs. Fingers closed over both nipples pulling hard upwards sending me spiralling over the edge towards another mind numbing orgasm.

I heard my shouts growing louder as my orgasm approached. I screamed out loud in sexual heaven. No one had ever taken me to these heights. I still don't know if I was having lots of orgasms or one huge long one but my lover didn't stop, didn't slow down and drove me higher and higher. My screams reached a crescendo as my mind told both cocks to cum inside me at the same time filling me with their seed. I felt them pump inside me but they still didn't stop.

The door burst open and my husband rushed in. I knew I was screaming. I could feel the sweat pouring off me, my hair was matted to my face with the sheer adrenalin of the orgasms that had torn my body and mind apart.

"What the fuck ....." The words stalled on his lips ...

I was aware of him watching as my inhuman lovers pounded into me harder and deeper as they pumped me full of their fluids. I was cuming and cuming noisily until I couldn't keep it up any longer. I mentally commanded my lover to lower me back onto the bed and climb into his box. I reached across and closed the lid.

"I heard you scream, but you don't look like you're in trouble to me. What the hell was that, how could it do that? Fuck that's the horniest thing I've ever seen in my life you should see the fuckin state you're in."

Then he was on me and inside me before I could stop him. He stood at the side of the bed and opened my legs wide pulling them up onto his shoulders and sliding his hard cock into my soaking wet cunt. Without any finesse, he started ramming into me as hard as he could.

I can't imagine how, but I came again as he emptied himself into me. It only took a few minutes he was so turned on listening to me moaning and witnessing my final climax. He admitted afterwards that he was hoping I'd make enough noise to justify him coming in so he could see what was in the box.

It was the last time I ever let him fuck me, let's face it; I didn't need any man again. It turned out that this wasn't quite true. Although my lover has served me well for many years; I still prefer a real live cock given the choice, just not his.