They say you should always expect the unexpected. It turns out they were right.

We live in a small community, about a ninety-minute drive from the city. Our town provides the necessities - there is a supermarket, a pharmacy, a coffee shop, a gas station, a bank - but trips to the city are inevitable.

The new year hadn’t started the way we had hoped, riddled with sickness and tragic loss, meaning I had to make an unexpected trip across the country. Of course, our small town had no airport, so my husband Chris would make the journey to the city to drop me off and pick me up.

I was on my third connecting flight of a fourteen-hour travel day, looking forward to getting home. I was tired, hungry and emotionally drained. My eyes were just drifting shut when my phone buzzed.

I had sent Chris a text just before takeoff so he could make his way to the airport - my flight and his drive would take the same amount of time. He had replied he was already in the city, picking up a few things before I got home. That wasn’t unexpected.

Debating whether to keep my eyes closed, I eventually opened the new text from Chris. “Boy, do I have a story for you!”

Intrigued, I asked, “What happened?”

“Tell you later,” was the quick response.

“Don’t tease me. Tell me.”

“Okay. So I’m in the sex shop and…”

“You are in the sex shop?” I interjected. “What are you doing in the sex shop?”

It’s no surprise that our town doesn’t have a sex shop. We have those two shelves in the pharmacy stocked with condoms, lube, cock rings, and the same vibrator that has been on that shelf from 1962. Wise residents visit the sex shops in the city (or shop online) - nobody wants the nosy cashier telling all her friends about your purchases.

“I wanted to get a belated Valentine's gift since you were away on Valentine’s Day. Anyway, you’ll never guess what happened.”

“Tell me!”

“So I went into this shop - there was nobody there, just the two female employees and me.”

“Uh huh...”

“I was just browsing, looking at all the different vibrators, dildos, when I overheard them talking. They were talking about you.”

“Me? What makes you think they were talking about me? Do I know them?”

“No, you don’t know them. They were talking about erotica. The one with the pink hair was telling the other girl about the best places to read erotic stories. She started talking about Lush, and mentioned liking an author who is from the Maritimes.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s me she was talking about - there are other authors…”

“No - it was definitely you. She talked about a story about a red dress, one about a parent- teacher interview, and one about an invitation from the neighbours. She wished she had neighbours like that who would invite her over.”

“Really? Those are all stories I have written…” My body started tingling, becoming flushed.

“I know. I’m telling you they are talking about you. Still are.”

“What are they saying now?”

“I don’t know… I can’t hear very well. They moved to a different corner.”

“Follow them!” I urged.

Then there was silence for a few minutes. My heart was pounding in my chest. What was happening? This was so totally unexpected.

“Hello?” I typed.

Finally, I saw those typing dots appear. “The clerk came over to help me,” he replied.

“Help you with what? Did she pull your cock?”

“Haha, no! She educated me about the butt plugs I spent too long staring at while eavesdropping. By the way, you’re getting a set now!”

My ass automatically clenched and I squeezed my thighs tightly together, feeling the dampness that was building between my legs. “Tell her you’re my husband. She’ll get a kick out of that!”

“No! Then I become the creepy old guy who is eavesdropping on their conversation in the sex shop…”

“Aren’t you?” I asked.

“Oh fuck off.”

“We’re making our final descent. Should be there in fifteen minutes,” I informed him.

“I’ll pay for this stuff and pick up some supper you can eat on the drive home,” Chris replied.

“Perfect!”

When I entered the airport, I scanned the room for Chris. He wasn’t waiting to greet me with a hug. My heart temporarily sank. Then I saw him sitting, looking effortlessly sexy, a devilish grin on his face, one arm draped over the bench seats near the baggage carousel.

I sat down beside him, my shoulder leaning on his chest, my hand resting on his thigh, squeezing rhythmically. My body was tingling with excitement, knowing that once we got home, there would be a proper welcome home.

Once my luggage arrived, we quickly made our way to the car, anxious to get home. We had a long, snowy drive ahead of us, which demanded Chris’s full attention. I ate my dinner as we caught up on everything that had happened while I was gone.

Pulling into our driveway, we both breathed a sigh of relief to be home. We no sooner got in the front door than Chris grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs, carrying the bag from the sex shop in his other hand. He flung it onto the bed, pulling me close and kissing me harder than he had kissed me in a long time.

His hands quickly started pushing my pants and underwear down over my hips, while I fumbled with his belt and button, eventually reaching his zipper. It was hard to pull down because his cock was straining the material.

“Somebody is excited to have me home!” I quipped.

“You have no idea,” came his raspy reply.

His hands reached for the hem of my shirt, quickly pulling it over my head in one smooth, practiced motion. Then I felt him fumbling with the clasp of my bra. My DD breasts spilled out, nipples hard and throbbing, and he sat me on the edge of the bed.

Chris’s eyes drank me in, naked and flushed with excitement, my eyes hungry for him. He threw off his sweater and stepped in front of me, his hard cock bobbing in my face. He expected my tongue, not the cool blast of air I blew over his tip.

He jumped. “What the hell? Suck it!” he growled as he placed his hands on the back of my head, pulling me in tight. His fingers entwined in my hair as my mouth sank over the full length of his erection. My hands each grabbed one of his ass cheeks as Chris began to thrust his hips, face fucking me.

My saliva was running down his cock as my tongue swirled all around him. When one of my fingers brushed over his tight pucker, I felt him clench and shudder. His became even more swollen, and I knew he was about to cum.

Sure enough, a few seconds later I got my first taste of his creamy cum as he filled my mouth. I swallowed and moaned as he finished, feeling him begin to shrink and soften. As he withdrew, a drop of semen dribbled down my chin, which he bent down to kiss away.

With my mouth finally free, I asked “What’s in the bag?”

Chris giggled as he sat on the bed beside me, reaching for the bag. “It’s your belated Valentine’s present. I went in with the intentions of buying you one of those app-controlled vibrators, but after getting caught by clerks, I had no choice but to do the right thing and buy you a set of butt plugs and a new dildo.”

I laughed, picturing how everything played out. “Sounds like a win for me! So what did the expert clerks recommend?”

He took out the box with three butt plugs of different sizes. I smiled as my ass clenched involuntarily. Then he reached back into the bag and took out a fat, nine-inch dildo. My eyes widened. He definitely had my attention.

“You like?” Chris asked. I merely nodded.

He opened the box with the plugs and took out the medium-sized one. I gave him a concerned look, so he returned it to the packaging, removing the small one. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a bottle of lube. The room was silent except for the thumping of my heart and the snap of the cover on the lube. My breath caught in anticipation.

“Get up on your knees,” he said. I didn’t need to ask why. I knew what was about to happen, and I was excited. Although anal sex wasn’t new to us, butt plugs were a new experience, and the shape would be a different experience.

Chris began to rub the point of the plug against my tight pucker, dragging it over the top, making me shiver. His actions got more deliberate as he started pushing it in a little bit each time he crossed my anus. Then he shoved it all the way in.

There was a shocking amount of pain, and immediately I wanted him to take it out, but he distracted me by grabbing my nipples, pinching and rolling them. Within a couple of minutes, the pain had settled into a very pleasant feeling.

Chris lay me delicately on my back in the centre of the bed, where his mouth found my aching nipples, his tongue dragging over them and circling them. Soon my hips were beginning to writhe, making the plug rub in my ass. It was a foreign feeling, but one that I was beginning to enjoy more than I ever thought I would.

Once again, I heard the snap of the cover on the lube bottle. I froze.

“What are you doing?” I asked Chris.

“Shhh… just lie back and close your eyes and enjoy,” he said.

I decided to do just that. I felt the coolness of the lube brushing through my hot lower lips, the sensation making me shiver. Chris nudged my thighs apart and started easing the fat dildo inside of me. I could feel myself stretch to accept it.

“Your pussy is so hungry, it’s swallowing up this big cock!” Chris said, as he easily buried it in my soaking vagina. He began thrusting it in and out mercilessly. Between the plug and the dildo, I was quickly succumbing to my first orgasm. Recognizing what was happening, he kept pounding me through it, until I begged him to stop.

Chris pulled the dildo out of me, with a sucking gush of nectar. “Look at that gaping, wet pussy!” he growled as he quickly moved to slip his once-again hard cock deep inside of me. After a few sloshy strokes, he got me back up on my hands and knees and filled me from behind. His fingers manipulated the butt plug so he could feel it rubbing against his cock, driving both of us crazy.

I think that is the hardest that Chris ever fucked me. He cried out as he came vigorously, buried deep inside of me. My knees were trembling so hard as I came that I collapsed on the bed, him on top of me.

“Holy fuck! What was that?” I asked breathlessly.

Still buried deep inside of me and twitching, Chris replied, “That was fucking awesome!”

As we lay there in a tangled, sweaty mess, catching our breath, I said, “That was a great Valentine's present! I’m glad the clerks helped you pick everything out.”

“Hey - I chose the dildo all by myself!” he said. “I think you liked it.”

“You did great!” I said while squeezing his cock, which was still hard inside of me. “You’re still hard… I think you liked it too.”

He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back as he began to stroke himself. He got faster and faster as my hands went to my tits, pulling my nipples, rubbing them, playing with them Chris began to moan as he watched me lying there playing, the plug still in my ass. Soon I felt the hot stream of cum spraying over my breasts. There wasn’t much cum this time, but there was enough to rub it in over both my soft creamy mounds. Then he collapsed on the bed beside me.

“Well, that was unexpected,” I whispered as I kissed him and drifted off to sleep.