That image quickly disappeared, or was interrupted, by the sound of the ringing phone at 7:30AM in the morning no less. “Can you see who that is, I ...on’t want it to be work or anything,” She asked. I climbed off my wife and reached for the cordless that was on our cherry oak night stand. It was work, based off the caller ID, but Jenny, my wife’s best girlfriend. “Oooh,” My wife said after hearing who was ringing so early in the morning. “She was supposed to have called me last night about her. Nothing was printed on the box. With a lot of curiosity, she opened the lid and gasped, when she pulled out a long, thick vibrator.Tara had had vibes before but none like this one. It looked to be around 10 inches long and the thickness of a beer can. It was huge, but the thing that set her senses fluttering, along with a flood of wetness in her pussy, was the colour, it was black.Dropping it onto the top of the bed covers, she paced around the room before picking it up and sliding her hands up. ..” she waved a doughy hand at Bobby. “about him...”“Excellent!” said Chester. “I need to talk to you too. I’ve hired Mister Dalton here to escort you to your class reunion.”Her flush drained away. She looked at the man standing with her husband. He was five inches taller, looked a foot broader in the chest, and was smiling at her. That smile, and his blue eyes, and that damned cute lock of hair draped onto his forehead, made her feel like she was seventeen again.“I don’t want to go,” she. And then, once we'd looked at our diaries and consulted our horoscopes and had a bout of the flu or cold feet or whatever, we finally decided that we would meet. In 5 weeks time...Then the tension ratcheted up a bit. We knew where one another lived and worked. We could have just turned up and said hello, but we were strict.And we introduced another little tweak: we'd stay celibate for a week before we met. No orgasms, solo or with other people. No playing, no touching, no release...It was hell.