My. Oh my.
“Batteries are included, of course.”
Connie just stared. She wasn’t a prude. She and Mitch used to experiment with position and location and created their fair share of interesting techniques. She’d read Cosmo magazine and learned a few tricks Mitch found quite impressive. But she’d grown up with a prudish mother, gotten married young, moved straight from her mother’s house to Mitch’s apartment, and certainly, after looking around Jensen’s shop, her education seemed a bit lacking now. She felt almost generic.
“How much is it?”
“It’s actually a mid-range since it doesn’t have all the bells and whistles you find on some of the others you see here.” Then she named an astronomical price.
Well, it wasn’t really all that bad except when Connie considered how Mitch watched every penny. A few pieces of lingerie stuffed in the drawer had cost more. But he made her feel terrified of spending a dollar on a cup of coffee, for goodness sake.
“I’ll include the instruction pamphlet for free.”
This was about their marriage. About getting back the fire they’d lost. About not being afraid he might turn to another woman because she didn’t satisfy him anymore.
Money was no object in light of her plan’s importance.
“I’ll take it.”
Jensen smiled. “If you’re not happy with it, please come back for a refund which can be used to purchase something that might better meet your needs.”
“You mean I can return it?” No. No, no, no. That seemed sort of disgusting.
Shaking her head as if she were dealing with a child, Jensen carried Connie’s new vibrator to the register. “Return, no, but I want my clients to be happy when they’ve taken my advice about a purchase. If they’re not, it’s my obligation to fix that. You can pick out something that will work better for you.”
Well, maybe the handcuffs. And the blindfold.
Now, where was she going to hide the purple monstrosity so the kids didn’t find it and ask Mommy what it was?
Chapter Three
That hadn’t taken as long as she thought. Connie made it home with two hours to spare before she had to pick up Rina.
She carried the flowered bag containing her brand new vibrator into her bathroom. Hmm, maybe there was a place to hide it in there, away from curious child eyes. She cut the plastic with a pair of nail scissors and removed the thing. Whoa. It was big, thick, and long. Bigger than Mitch? Maybe a little, but not much. Mitch had a very nice penis. She fiddled a minute with the batteries, then turned it on, hitting the rotate dial. Stifling a giggle, she turned it up to the third speed until it whirled around like a snake being charmed.
“Oh my God, Mitch is going to die,” she whispered to the empty room.
There was a button to change directions, and another dial to put it on vibrate. She turned up everything to maximum until the thing twirled and hummed like it was on steroids.
They wouldn’t be able to stop laughing long enough to use it. Laying it on the bed, she nipped outside the door, closed it behind her, then listened. Nope, the kids wouldn’t hear.
Back in the bedroom, she stared at the thing jiggling on the flowered yellow spread. What would it feel like?
“You better try it out first, so you don’t embarrass yourself to Kingdom Come in front of Mitch.” She bit her lip, then glanced at her watch.
An hour and forty-five minutes. “Just to test it out. To make sure it works. For goodness sake, I’m a married woman and old enough to experiment.”
Why on earth she needed to give herself a pep talk, she couldn’t say. Women used vibrators all the time. She should have done this years ago.
Without a moment to change her mind, she whipped her sundress over her head, slid her panties down her legs, then climbed onto the bed.
She piled two pillows so she could see what she was doing, then flopped down on the bed. Flipping off the rotate switch, giggling once more, she held the hummer in her hand. Another giggle, then she spread her legs, and tunneled a finger between her lips to test her wetness.
Wow. To quote Randi. She was amazingly wet without even noticing. Spreading herself, she touched the buzzing vibrator to her clitoris. Oooh. It was sort of intense, like a shot of tequila zipping straight to her center.
This time, she held it longer. “Oh, oh.” It did feel good, incredibly good, her clitoris thrumming as the vibrator buzzed, her hips pushing up and rotating almost without her thinking. Closing her eyes, she pushed her head back into the pillows and moaned, then tossed her hair. Sensation flooded her body, straight to her toes and fingers. Her whole body purred.
How would it feel to have it vibrating inside her?
* * * * *
They’d finished the stumps in record time and Mitch cut out early to let David handle the dump run. The stumps didn’t need two sets of hands. He had sluiced with the hose at the client’s house, then donned a fresh t-shirt, and headed home.
He was terrified he’d find a new car in the driveway. Thank God Connie’s station wagon was in its normal spot, covering the oil stain.
He went around back so he wouldn’t track dirt through the front room. Once inside, he toed off his shoes, threw his jeans on top of the washer—the same old washer, thank the Lord—and went in search of his wife.
He followed the faint hum from the other end of the house. She must be doing some sewing. Sewing was good. Making things like curtains and stuff was cheaper than buying. She was even making her own bridesmaid dress for the wedding. Connie could be really thrifty when she tried.
He froze in shock in the middle of the hallway outside their bedroom. His heart started racing, his breath whooshed out of his chest, and he suddenly had the most massive boner he’d ever known. Just like that. Two seconds flat.
Connie writhed on the bed, panting and moaning, hands between her legs holding some inhuman purple thing.
It was the most incredibly hot vision he’d ever had. Her body flushed pink, her hair was strewn across the pillows, and she bit down on her lip as another moan slipped from her throat.
Connie was going at it with a vibrator. Mesmerized, he watched it sink into her body, deep, eliciting a frenzied whimper. Then she lifted one hand to massage her clit at the same time. The vibrator, in, out, her finger swirling. She dug her heels into the bed and rose to meet the fake penis.
Incapable of doing anything else, Mitch palmed himself, stroking his damn near painful erection through his boxers. His feet carried him forward so he could see better over the brass rails at the bottom of the bed, close enough to see the glow on her cheeks, her tightly closed eyelids, her lashes fanning her cheeks. Close enough to hear the soft puffs of air from her lips and see the moisture coating her inner thighs as she rode the thing hard. Her gorgeous breasts danced, her belly flexed. She panted, with soft sighs and louder moans, then she chanted. “Oh, oh, oh.” Over and over.
His wife cried out, long, low, a musical sound. Her body stiffened a moment, then shuddered and finally she dropped bonelessly back against the bed, her hands flopping to her sides, the vibrator still buried deep inside her, only its white base visible now.
“Oh....my...God.” Her words were just a whisper on the warm summer air while outside, someone started a lawn mower.
Then she raised her head, saw him, and shrieked.
The scream galvanizing him, he jumped on the bed and slammed his hand over her mouth.
She stared, her pupils dilated to the size of stoplights.
Then Mitch reached between her legs and tugged on the vibrator, pulling it out gently, then sliding it back in as deep as it would go. Somewhere along the way, she’d turned off the hum. He found the little switch and flipped it back on. She jerked, tried to wriggle away, but he took his hand from her mouth to hold her down her on the bed.
“Let me do it, baby, please.”
“Mitch. What are you doing here?”
“Watching you do yourself, baby. Christ, I almost came in my sh
orts. Where’d you get this thing? Spread your legs. I want to make you come with it this time.” He didn’t give her time to answer, leaning down to take one of her luscious nipples in his mouth, sucking, then biting lightly.
She arched, pulled up her legs, and her knees fell apart. Her pussy glistened around the vibrator as he pumped. She was so damn wet, he had to have a taste. Curling across her abdomen, he put a hand beneath her butt to support her, then dipped his tongue to the sweetness between her legs. Her clit was a hard jewel, the scent of her excitement swirling around his head.
Christ. He’d never seen such a damn beautiful sight. Her hot pink clit, the neon purple cock, her sweet-tasting juices.
She slid her fingers beneath his shirt and stroked his back. “Put it on rotate, too,” she murmured.
He didn’t get it at first, then saw the machine’s buttons and flipped the second switch.
She started to hum louder than the vibrator. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Make me come.”
“You want it hard or slow?”
“Suck me hard and fuck me hard, honey. Ohhh.” She ended on an exhalation as he followed her instructions to the letter.
She wasn’t one to use dirty language, but her use of it now sent a hot shot straight to his cock. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he teased, backing off to tongue her, all the while driving the purple people eater deep, deeper, deepest. She bucked against his ribs, dug her fingers into his back, and started that sweet chant once more.
“Oh, Mitch.” Her pelvis rose, grinding against his mouth, begging for more tongue, more teeth, more of that vibration hitting her from the inside out.
Mitch gave his wife every caress, every stroke she desired. His cock close to bursting, his insides aching, he fed her need, drove her higher, until she crashed on the other side.
She screamed. No namby-pamby gentle cry, she opened her mouth and yelled his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear had it not been for the wail of the lawn mower.
Then she collapsed and lay motionless beneath him. With one last pump of the vibrator and an answering shudder of her body, he pulled it out, switched it off, and tossed it to the bottom of the bed. His heart still pounded in his chest, and his balls pulsed with his own unrequited need. He turned, pulling her down off the pillows. “Suck me, baby, please. Suck me off.”
He wanted her mouth on him, her moist, warm mouth, clever lips, and exquisite tongue.
She looked at him through sleepy, satisfied, heavy-lidded eyes. Then she snapped the elastic band of his boxers. “Get these things off.”
He rolled off the bed, yanked his shorts to his feet, then kicked them aside.
“Mitch, you’re as purple as the vibrator.”
“Yeah, and I’m gonna die in a minute, so get busy, woman.”
She slid to her knees on the carpet and wrapped her hand around his aching cock. Squeezing tight, she stroked him with her fist. “Mitch, I think it’s bigger than usual.”
“Hell, yes, I’m so horny I think I’m gonna faint. Please, Connie. Please, baby.”
She licked his slit, then looked up at him. “You’re salty.”
“You’re playing with me. Suck it, baby.”
“You want to come in my mouth?”
He wanted to touch the back of her throat. He wanted to reach the sky. He wanted to shoot in her and have her suck every last drop until she’d drained him.
“Yeah, baby. In your mouth.”
She swallowed him whole, one long swoop of her lips down his length. And he did shoot to the sky, his head falling back as if he’d lost his spine. He’d do anything for her, love her, make love to her, crawl around after her on his knees.
She grabbed his hips as he shoved his hands into her hair, holding her face, feeding her his essence, his being, his everything. God, how he’d missed this. How he’d missed her. The sweet scent of her rising to him, the warmth of her mouth, the gentle yet inexorable pressure of her lips.
“God. Oh God, you’re so good.” Then he held her tight, pumped in her mouth, and lost himself inside her.
She nursed him like fine champagne as he came back down, stroking light fingers over his butt, licking the last drop of come from his tip. His hands were hopelessly tangled in her hair.
“I haven’t come in your mouth since we were married.”
She let him loose with a soft plop. He was still semi-erect. Connie nuzzled his hip. “You could come inside me.”
But there was something illicit and enticing about having her swallow for him. He dropped to his knees.
“Kiss me.”
“But I just—”
“I don’t care. Kiss me.” He wanted to claim. He’d taken part of her, she’d taken part of him, and he wanted to share it.
She opened her mouth and kissed him, sucking his tongue as hard and deep as she’d sucked his cock. Their separate tastes mingled and coalesced into something completely new and unique.
He didn’t know how he’d stayed away from her for over two months. It seemed incomprehensible now. He rolled to his hip, hiked her up against his side and leaned back against the bed.
“So, you never told me you got a vibrator. How long have you had it?” He wondered if she’d been using it in the afternoons for months, years. If she even needed him anymore.
“I got it today. And I was only testing it out just to make sure it worked.”
He laughed, outright, doubling over. “Yeah, right.”
Her skin glowed pink with embarrassment. “It’s true. I can show you the packaging. It’s in the bathroom.” She dipped her head to his shoulder. “I thought we could use it together.” After a moment, “Or you could watch me using it. I know sometimes you like me to do stuff to myself.”
The sight had sent him into the outer reaches of the universe. He still hadn’t completely returned. And he wouldn’t, for God’s sake, ask how much the thing cost. It was worth any price. Besides, she’d go ballistic again just like she had last night when he asked about the pills.
“I loved it, Connie. Especially when you didn’t know I was there.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “How long were you watching?”
“A little while. What did I miss? How did you start?”
“Mitch.”
“Come on, tell me.” The thought of her describing it was making him hot all over again.
She pursed her lips.
He kissed the closed seam lightly. “Tell me, baby.”
She shrugged, put her head to his shoulder, then her murmur vibrated against his chest. “First I tested how wet I was with my fingers.”
“How wet?”
“Really, really wet.” Her voice dropped to a seductive note, then her nipples peaked, and he knew he had her. She was as into describing the scenario as he was.
“Then what did you do?”
“I put it on vibrate mode and stroked my clitoris.” She matched the remembered stroke with her fingers along her thigh, a tactile sensation to remind her.
“How did it feel?”
“I almost came right away. It was so different. You know, with it right in the same spot as long as I could hold it there.”
“Did you come?”
“Not then. I wanted to feel what it was like inside me.”
“So you spread your legs and shoved it up your pussy?” They weren’t big talkers during sex, and he suddenly realized what they’d been missing all these years. His cock was hard again. “Did it feel good pumping yourself with it?”
She snuggled against him, burrowing down, her fingertip caressing his nipple. “All right, I’m going to be perfectly honest here, honey.” She paused, continuing when he didn’t protest. “It was fantastic.”
He puffed out a breath of air. “Better than me?”
“Not better. Just...different. Intense, you know.”
“So you’re saying you don’t need me?”
She tweaked his nipple. “No, silly. I heard you come in.”
“You did
not. I was quiet as a mouse.”
“Honey, you’re more like a water buffalo. Anyway, you’re interrupting. I heard you, and I was going to jump up and try to hide the evidence.” She tipped her head back and looked at him with sparkling eyes. “Then I thought about how it would feel if you walked in on me. It made me hot. Really hot. And wetter.” She shrugged. “So I put the vibrator back in, and I let you watch.” She breathed out a satisfied hum. “It was so much more extreme with you watching. I thought I was going to die.”
He cupped her face. “My God. I married an exhibitionist.”
“I am not.”
“And you said fuck, too.”
“I did not.”
“You begged me to fuck you with the vibrator.”
Connie never cursed, not that it was against her morals, but she always claimed she’d forget and use a bad word in front of the kids.
She nipped his shoulder. “I might have said it. I’ve never come like that in my life, Mitch. Never. Both times. And the rotate feature was really good, too.”
He considered whether all this was a good thing. Then he laid it on the line with a smile. “That session was way up there, baby. Waaaay up there. Close to our best.” He couldn’t think of another time that was better, not even the first time.
Christ, what a concept. Orgasmic intensity and no danger of pregnancy. He loved being inside her, he’d never give it up for all time. But what they’d done this afternoon might just be the answer to relieving his balls and his anxiety. Duty, bills, and babies didn’t have to stand in the way of great, hot sex.
Yeah. People got married and started thinking that sinking inside your wife’s body in your own bed anytime you wanted was heaven on earth. And it was. Hell, yes, it was. But it wasn’t the only way, and after ten years, maybe it lacked some of the excitement of the backseat of a car or lover’s lane or the lake late at night. Not to mention when he was driving.
He hadn’t felt this good in three years. Three long years. Life was looking up. Connie hadn’t mentioned having a baby once. Hell, life was damn near perfect.
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