I had left the package on the kitchen table. While driving to work I tried to imagine her face when she would find it. I was sure she would find it, or maybe hoping. It was the place where I usually left one of these yellow stickers with some message, sweet talk, or a reminder on it. This time the sticker came with a small package wrapped in brown paper, in a neutral packaging as promised. Nonetheless I had been sweating a lot that my secretary would open the package and find them. Would she know what they are for? I guessed not. I tried to imagine her wearing a garter underneath her jeans and hearing the faint sound of a click when she would rush into my office to come abruptly to an halt in front of my desk, but I couldn't. The yellow sticker I left on the package contained a simple message, maybe more an order or a wish.

I was wondering what my wife would look like when she reads it and then what might she think the package contains? Would she unwrap it first and then read the message? No, she's sure to read first, then smile and curiously will open the box. It said: "Wear them today and when I come home I want a blowjob!" In it were the Ben Wa Balls I had ordered at a net shop which arrived the other day in my office. Would she use them right away? It was highly unlikely—she would take a shower first and then see how they might be used. But I know she will get wet the instant she reads my message. Smiling, I imagined before my inner eye, her pussy swelling and moistening while she would think of going down on me today. I know that she loves to have my cock in her mouth and for sure she will love this way of announcing it, at least that was what I was hoping.

But the more difficult part would be the Ben Wa balls. I had hardly understood the effect and use (and there was no way I could try and find out like with a vibrator), and most likely she had never heard of it before. But maybe one of her friends had them, the girls exchange all kinds of news and experiences. She will try them out as she always did with the stuff I bring home for her. Probably she will never go shop for something alike herself, but she always insists how much she loves these presents, and even more she loves the idea of a tall man, all serious and dressed in a tailor-made business suit as he walks into a sexshop and comes out with the usual package wrapped in a brown paper bag: containing porno-magazines, vibrators and the like for his wife. Once I told her how I had asked for help and the woman in the store had explained me all the uses and pleasures of the various toys, which ones she liked most and so on. I told it to my wife while giving her the first vibrator, a simple but thick one. She smirked at me and told me to wait with my tale. She sat me on the bed, undressed in no time, tore down my pants and straddled me, wasting no time or touch, her hand reached between us, grabbing my quickly growing cock and swiftly inserting it into her already wet pussy. With one moan and a long swing forward of her hips she impaled herself on me, pushing the cock inside tight and partly dry pussy walls, her mound then resting on mine, she smiled at me and told me to go ahead with telling my experience in the shop. The story was good.

Still I was sure she would be very exited when coming out of the shower, she will probably sit down with a towel wrapped around her warm body and examine the new toy, read through the instructions and then, what would she do next, I tried to think. Maybe she had already played with her pussy in the shower, using the shower head to relieve her of the imminent pain of a waiting orgasm, of an announced cum. But it will not obliterate the reason for her horniness, the thought of having to wait until the evening for doing what she was told to do. And then having to wear these balls the whole day, what will that thought do to her?

Anyway, after a careful shave of her pussy, I can imagine her sitting in the bath with her legs spread wide and bending over to examine her mound. Her pussy lips are surely swollen with the delight of the shower, but it is her thoughts that would keep the honey flowing, wouldn't it? At least my cock stands erect in my pants when I think of the evening, and even more beaming in anticipation when I imagine her being wet and her lips red and open the whole day long, never ceasing to drive her crazy. Sex will rule her day, I hoped! Her sex leaving her with a moist and aroused feel for the whole time, sex on her mind thinking of my cock as it shall be placed in her mouth later that day and sex inside her where the ben wa balls will have to do their trick as they tease each other, click on each other, roll and swing, vibrate and shiver deep inside her pussy, torturing her inside with a never ending thrill. I for my part am feeling a never ending thrill only thinking of it, my cock is full and hard the whole time throughout the day, precum slipping out every now and then. I have always the urge to reach down in my pants, smear it over the full head of bulging cock and then slip the finger out to taste it, reminding me of her scent, taste and the thick texture of her juices.

She did not call me during the day which she usually does, thus leaving me wondering if she liked the idea at all or more probable, she would be busy with herself, rubbing her clit through her pants when she sits and enjoying the sensation of the balls while she walks. I was sure she would go into town, shopping, with her bright blue eyes smiling in everyone's face, behind them the secret knowledge of a wet pussy filled with a buzzing toy, her panties soaked and her mind set on sex. I know she will enjoy the appreciating looks of strangers as she always does, but this time she would surely imagine what they would think if they knew. But she knew and so she would think, maybe even look at their groins, trying to weigh the content from the bulge that shows, trying to imagine the sight of all the cocks of these strangers, erect and straining in the air, the balls heavy with cum—all different and unknown to her. But the cocks would be growing for her, as if the all men would see through her clothes and flesh to find the clicking balls buried inside her moist inner lips, stuck up in that fleshy canal of her pussy. She will like the thought of all these men with their hard cocks, it is rough and disgusting, but exiting and hot at the same time.

When driving home my bulge had reached a critical phase now, having oozed pre-cum for the last hour or so, not counting the various hard-ons I had to hide during the day. One time I was getting so worked up and hot that the pre-cum was soaking through the underpants to form a wet spot on the front of my pants, something really embarrassing. But luckily nothing happened, it could have been a customer or a banker walking in, forcing me to stand up during the welcome with this huge bulge in my pants and a small wet spot at the top of it, where the cockhead lurks already out of my underpants. I was feeling my shaft the whole time, through the thin fabric of my pockets, almost ripping a hole in them, so hard did I feel and touch my cock throbbing with the anticipation. I could have cum many times that day, made half a dozen women humming happily and glowing warmly after an extended session of making love and still be extraordinarily horny when driving home to see my beautiful wife, who is going to give me a blowjob right there.

Pulling up the driveway, my mind was so curious and tense that my cock calmed down a bit and stayed a half-erect lump in my pants, still forming a visible bulge. Will she be home after all? I was wondering what she will be wearing, maybe she is naked, maybe simply street wear? Will she do it, and more important how will it be, with candles around the bed or maybe she will wait until we go to bed. My thoughts were running wild as I walked up to the door and opened it. Now was the moment of truth, now I had to get a sign finally that would relax my mind and release my thoughts from wondering, this time my cock was almost limp with the tension of the moment. The door swung open as she stood on the inside, looking at me furiously. I could hardly see what she was wearing as her eyes were drilling into mine with a cold and hard expression. I was aghast of what would come next when she grabbed me with both hands and pulled me inside, her foot kicking the door to close as it swung back into the frame. Her hands were clenched on my jacket as she pulled forcefully, she is always stronger than I think she is, her whole body moved as she pulled back and had me stumbling inside. Once the door was shut she threw me on the wall of the entrance, now both her hands pushing me on my jacket backwards in a quick and unanticipated move, brutally, and smacking my back fully against the wall. I felt my shoulders and butt pressed to the cold wall and let out a surprised gasp.

She jerked me off the wall again to slam me back against it even more forcefully, emptying my lungs in that thrust as I let out another gasp of surprise and pain. I opened my mouth to protest but when I did, she reached down and grabbed my balls, thrusting me harder against the wall and squeezing my testicles so hard that I immediately howled with a scream of pain. "You shut up or I'll crush them!" she screamed in my face, her eyes furious and dangerous. My body bend forward with the sudden pain my balls were just experiencing, but she held me tight against the wall. Then she forced her knee between my legs and basically kicked my thighs apart. I was so surprised and overwhelmed by her force that I spread my legs slightly almost fearing her knee between them. Her hands now swiftly moved down to my pants and she opened them without further ado. Again, she looked me in the eyes, her blue eyes raging with an expression I had never seen before. She smiled rather coldly saying that I'd better shut up and do not move from here or she would really hurt me, and it became clear that she meant what she said. Then she simply knelt down, jerking my now open pants down and pulling out my cock which was semi-hard and the balls still aching, half with pain and half because they were so cum-filled and had strained for relief throughout the whole day. Her fingers closed around my shaft and she started to move her hand on it in long and forceful strokes. Her hand felt cool on my shaft, the grip was tight and I felt my balls heave as they moved with the strokes. It was within seconds that my cock got rock-hard again and at the same time disappeared between her open and hungry lips in one swift and long descent down my shaft while her hand had formed a tight ring around the base of my cock, pointing it in her mouth and pulling back the skin so strongly that it made the cockhead bulge and swell inside her throat.

I looked down and watched her in awe, she had not even looked at my cock, just placed in her mouth and sucked it in without hesitation, no warning, no foreplay, just simply grab it, put it in the mouth and suck. She had now placed one hand around my leg on my ass and pushed my groin from the back to keep my shivering hips from moving away, her mouth so very tight and her sucking on my shaft so hard and wild. It was so different from any other oral sex we had done before, simply raw and straight to the point, she sucked on my cock, slurped on the head and squeezed the shaft in a fast and hard rhythm, her head with lips engulfing my throbbing cock together with her hand sliding up and down my glistening long rod, making my full balls swing and slap. Her eyes were closed, her hand on my back reached in my ass-crack probing against my tight butthole, her head moving fast and her cheeks hollowing from the efforts of the fast and hard sucking. I couldn't stand it much longer, it was as much pleasure as it was pain to get my aching cock done by such a tight, demanding and hungry mouth. I felt my knees weaken and my ass squirming, my balls grew small and so hard, red, filled and ready to unload, my cock so hard and swollen, pumping the last reserves of my hot blood into the head, the shaft like wet steel, declinating the joys of the lips and throat that came and left in such a frenzy, my hips shivered and my nerves were by now all numb apart from those at the very top of my cockhead, it was them commanding my body and mind towards the gigantic unload of sperm that was building up and climbing in my shaft.

She, of course sensed my cum nearing, and increased the force and speed she used milking my cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue stroking along the underside of my shaft, massaging the cum up in my cock, her fingers pulling and stroking hard and strong, her other hand pushing me deeper inside her mouth and her finger slipping inside my ass as she squeezed me between her hand and her mouth. She was even more determined to make me cum fast, and hard than I was, all my intentions to hold back and enjoy were battered to pieces by her will to make me cum in the fastest and most brutal and efficient way she could bring to use my cock in her mouth.

And then I came! The split second before my cock leaped this one last violent jerk into her mouth and between her lips seemed to pass in a slow motion, it was as if the ascend of my hot cum inside my shaft and into the cockhead lasted hours, foamy warm and thick cream spurting out into her mouth, feasting on her meal and slurping with pleasure and delight as the first spurts hit her throat and small goblets of white cum smeared into the corners of her stretched lips. I was reduced to my spurting cock, just hard, long and lashing out creamy white spunk into her mouth, a thick throbbing, jerking and quivering hard cock. And she was only mouth and hand now, yearning for the cum and milking it out of me, drinking my cum, flicking her tongue over my shooting cockhead, swirling the gobs on her tongue and coating my shaft with it as her bobbing head continued to massage the remaining cum with her lips and fingers out into her throat. It took many long and hard spurts of cum to empty myself into her awaiting mouth, but it was rather her who emptied me into herself.

Once my cum was devoured and my cock stopped spurting and jerking, my nerves were all blank and her mouth, still sliding up and down my shaft with her tongue swirling the last globs of cum over my cockhead, hurt and felt too strong and forceful for my sensitive skin. But she did not stop until she felt I was completely emptied, continuing to suck and jerk me for a short while, my balls and my cock started to hurt like hell so sensitive they had become after the orgasm, now returning to a numb and deep pain of ongoing pleasure. My knees now really went weak and I started to slide down the wall, her finger still deep in my ass pushing my still hard and wet cock into her sucking mouth. When she finally slid her lips off my cock and released it from her mouth, she looked up at me and smiled, cum smeared over her lips and running down her chin, her lips soft, wet and open with white cum on her tongue, saying: "Don't you ever again let me wait so long for my drink!"