My Nude Photos and Anal Plug Fixed My Garage!
It’s no secret. Everyday, I spend my morning with my husband. We take time every morning so that we can start our day off sexually charged and be on each other’s minds throughout the day.
Today, however, I decided to do something a little unexpected. As I headed out today, after our morning time together, my husband asked me to open the garage for him. For us, it’s not as simple as pressing a button and the garage opens on its own. No! Because of a faulty spring, someone has to press the button while another person has to manually lift a 300 lb garage door, or else it will fall and slam onto the ground. It halfway works, but it has to be nudged along.
So today, as I was getting dressed for work, my husband asked me to press the button. I wasn’t ready because I wanted to surprise him by putting in my butt plug that I hadn’t worn in years. I thought it would be as simple as taking it out of my drawer and inserting it without him knowing because he was already on his way out the door.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. He was impatient and standing in the garage yelling at the top of his lungs, “Help me! I’m waiting! What are you doing?! Venice?!”
I yelled from inside the bedroom, “Hold on! I’m coming! Give me a second!”
To which he responds, “What are you doing?! Why is it taking you so long to come here and press the damn button!” As he is yelling this, I am holding my little silver butt plug in my hand and dipping it into my coconut oil for easier insertion. Suddenly, Ryan walks into the bedroom, stomping his way across the hallway and says, “When I ask for your help, I expect you to come and help!” I’m still giddy and laughing on the inside because all I want to do is put this damn thing in my ass and get to work.
Eventually I get the plug in and help him get the garage up (the button pusher to the rescue). I get to work a few minutes early. At about 8:02 a.m. I’ve got a gallery of pictures on my phone of me bent over, ass cheeks spread, anal plug showing. I greet Ryan on text and say, “Hey what are you doing?”
He responded, “Just getting to work.”
I responded, “Do you want to play a game? The game is called ‘Guess where I want you to cum in me tonight?” I then sent him about 8 or 9 pictures, my face, breasts, ass, and of course, the last pictures being me wearing the anal plug. All I can do is smile as I’m looking at my phone watching each picture slowly load and send. I then add, “This is what I was doing while you were yelling at me to help you in the garage.”
About three and a half minutes later, Ryan tells me that my pictures cost us about $195. When I asked him why, he said that he shouldn’t have been so impatient and seeing those pictures of me wearing the anal plug made him realize that fixing the garage door was now a priority. He felt having a good morning was more important than him yelling at me to come help him push a button. It just took a simple anal plug.
So as I’m writing this, Ryan is at home watching the garage door get fixed. And now I’m thinking…what can I do to get a patio installed?