Toybox

[ehowton]

It was one of those cathartic things - packing up all the sex toys after the divorce. Her BFF attached a note which read, "...this is the weirdest package I've ever sent." She didn't care what was done with them, sell them; keep them; throw them away; she didn't care. "They've been thoroughly washed," she added in the note.

My wife showed me a rather impressively-sized pink one, long and girthy. I knew just what I needed to do for a laugh. "Wow, let me see that one," I asked. When she handed it to me, I grabbed it with both hands, placed my nose at one end, closed my eyes and took a long, blissful sniff as I ran my nose across its entire length. As expected, my wife was AGHAST. "OMG I can't believe you just did that!" she laughed, "You're so, so very wrong!"

I laughed uproariously.

"I bet I could sell that one, she said she cleaned them."

I caught her eye and froze, shaking my head slightly. Her eyes widened. "OMG you mean...you mean it's NOT as clean as she'd hoped?"

I shook my head again.

Now it was her turn to laugh uproariously at me. "BUAHAHAHAHAHA YOUR JOKE BACKFIRED!" She laughed for three days.

However, now that I've fallen in love with her BFF, she enjoys reminding me it was inevitable after having been infected with the power of her scent. It's the joke that keeps on giving.

And her scent haunts my memory.