A quick trip

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. The bitch... Mixed emotions flood my body. On the one hand I want to kill her - this is so beyond the limits of anything we have done so far. There is a part of me that is figuratively doffing my cap at a well executed plan, and most of me is just going _'Fuck, just get the fucking replacement dildo and then you can kill her afterwards' _I am not remotely horny.__

I grab a coat and jump in the car and shoot off to the nearest sex shop. I break pretty much every speed limit on the way and know an area that has shops open late that should stock this shit. I am now just angry. It takes me 20 minutes to get there._ 5 minutes to pick and pay for the fucking toy, 20 minutes back, 5 to take photo and send. How long does it take to order and eat a meal? Are they having starters? _My mind is racing as I rush into the sex shop.

It's a decent sized place but it's obvious where the didlos are kept. I literally run over to a wall displaying, must be, 50+ dildo's in all shapes and sizes. I lose a couple of minutes picking one that is about the same size and colour as the old one and take it up to the counter. The guy behind the counter makes a show of looking at the dildo and then me. The bastard can tell I'm in a rush and is having some gentle fun at my expense.

"It's a popular model, I can see you'll enjoy this" I smile and urge him to get on with it. Don't make a fuss. It will just take time. By the time I clear the store I have been in there 10 minutes. I can't believe it.

I drive even faster on the way back, but don't seem to shave any more time off. By the time I am sprinting up the stairs, I am ripping the packaging off and I literally throw it on the bed to take the picture. Mistake, the fucker rolls off and I have to scrabble on the floor to pick it up, placing it on the bed, snapping the photo and with shaking hands sending the picture. I am sweating.

I wait...

And wait. I send a text to chase Did you get the pic?

I am going frantic. Was I not quick enough? Is she fucking him? Is this the end of our marriage?

It is a full 10 minutes later that I get a reply:

Dinner was lovely. I now need to decide what I am having for dessert. If you want me to come home for dessert, you will bind yourself naked and face up to the bed. Use those handcuffs we got last year for your hands, behind your back, and put a pair of my panties in your mouth as a gag. FaceTime me with your phone on the bedside table so I can see you do it. You have 10 minutes until I order dessert.