His wife gets home.

When Sarah arrived home, she brought in the first two bags of groceries and called for John to help with the rest. In two years of marriage, she'd learned that it was not a good idea for him to come along when she bought food. He came into the kitchen enthusiastically for once, even though he hated the fetching and carrying of provisions.

"Hey, Dear, guess what I did today while you were out shopping?"

"You refilled the gas tank for the barbeque?"

"Well, yes, but I also followed up on your suggestion from last week."

"You bought some non-white shirts?"

"No, not that suggestion; the other one."

Sarah tried to remember, but drew a blank.

"I visited a little sex shop downtown."

Her jaw dropped. That had just been a joke; there was not way she'd thought John was brave enough to do that.

"You'll have to show me what you bought after the groceries are away. Hurry up, we have frozens."

John helped his wife put the groceries away, which mostly involved trotting things from the car to the house. Sarah was working faster than usual, hopefully out of curiosity. By the time they were done he had a hard-on barely being kept subtle by his briefs.

"Okay, John, let's go upstairs and you can show me your new toy."