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  “Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?” I whispered, feeling braver now that I knew he was enjoying himself.

  “Yes. God yes, Shay. More.” His answer came in gasps, and I indulged him. I thrust my finger in as far as it would go, and began pushing inside hard and fast, my other knuckles bumping up against his ass cheeks. I was in him and all around him. My hand was pumping his base and my mouth took in all of him it could, with the tip of his cock brushing the back of my throat. I forced myself to peek up at him now. His head was tipped up to the ceiling, his eyes and teeth clinched shut. His breathing was ragged, his chest and stomach heaving. I gave him everything I had. My hands were a blurred frenzy and I sucked his tip until my cheeks hollowed. His hips began bucking into me, and I noticed fingernails being dug into my shoulder, inciting a twinge of welcomed pain. I usually would never have taken it this far. Normally, I would play with him and lick him a little, as a means of foreplay. But seeing him like this, I couldn’t make myself stop. I wanted him inside me, but I wanted more for him to ride the waves of pleasure as far as they could take him. Suddenly I felt his ring of muscle tighten around my finger, making it more difficult to move into him.

  He said my name through gritted teeth as he pushed his cock deep into my throat, and exploded inside. I felt a hot gush burst into my mouth, tasting salty and divine. I swallowed everything he gave me but didn’t stop my movements. I wanted to push him farther, wanted to please him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. I heard him slap the mattress beside me as he was grunting and cursing. It only made me go faster. Finally, after an amount of time unclear to me, I felt him tap my shoulder desperately and he was able to make out an “okay….okay…please.” I gave him one last slow lick from base to tip as I withdrew my finger slowly from him, drawing out of him a low raspy growl. I kissed his stomach then his chest then lips. I was straddling him, looking into his eyes, heavy lidded and dreamy. “Shay, that was…amazing. I…” I stifled him by crushing my lips to his. This was no time for talking. I was so turned on by the things I had done to him I felt myself dripping onto his stomach where I sat. He seemed to understand my urgency and rolled me onto my back.

  I kissed him once, hard, and then held in a deep breath, thrusting my breasts into him. He flashed a knowing smile, then granted my silent request. As his hand pinched and rolled one of my peaked nipples, his mouth roved the other. His licking and gentle nipping that normally would’ve contented me just wasn’t enough. I pressed firmly on the back of his head until most of my breast was in his mouth. He sucked hard while squeezing and twisting the other. That did it. I felt a throbbing between my thighs and wanted him there. I moved my hand to the top of his head and guided him down. I knew if he even brushed my clit, it’d be over. So when his lips were on my neatly trimmed mound, I got his attention with a finger to his forehead, then pointed to my soaking wet opening. He always understands me, without me ever having to say a word. His tongue delved inside me, and I felt my eyes roll back. He slid in and out a few times, then replaced his tongue with two fingers, deep inside. Then I felt another presence; his pinky had drifted down to my asshole. I instinctively tried to close my legs together, but remembering the pleasure I had given him this way, forced myself to relax. He didn’t enter at first, only applying a firm pressure. Just as I was getting comfortable with its position, I felt it begin to slide inside me. He didn’t need to worry about any lubrication as my juices were flowing down over me and onto the bed. His fingers all worked in unison, the two inside my pussy and his pinky, now as far inside me as it would go. This was different than anything I had ever felt. I felt completely full of him. It was naughty and sordid and delightful. My back arched and my legs trembled. This was almost too much. Needing to feel sweet release, I pulled his head towards me so that his lips grazed my sensitive nub. My breath caught at the contact, and took on a panting pattern as he lapped at my clit. His fingers continued their quick rhythm and every part of me was stimulated, tingling. In a matter of seconds I was pushed over the edge. I let out a moan as I felt a wave of ecstasy wash through me. My lower stomach burned wonderfully, and I felt my muscles clench, pulsing around him. My knees were rising towards my chest on their own accord, and he moved upward with them, not slowing or backing off. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed him behind the ears and pulled him up towards my face. I felt all his fingers abandon me at once, which made my whole body jolt. His body came to rest beside me on the bed. I turned my head towards him, my breath still coming in deep huffs. The only word I could think to speak was “Wow.” A huge smile spread across his face and I couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I can’t believe we did that.”

  “I know! You shocked the hell out of me at first. I didn’t know what to think.”

  “But then you liked it, right?” Like I had to ask.

  “Oh yeah. Wasn’t it obvious? Come here.” He wrapped his arm around me and I curled up close to him. “I like kinky Shay.”

  I laughed again. “Well good, because she’s here to stay.” I kissed him on the cheek and laid my head on his shoulder. “That really was incredible, though. Thanks for trusting me and being so open to all of this. I love you.”

  I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was smiling. “I love you too, babe. And hey, I just can’t wait to see what’s next!”

  Neither could I. This first experience had rocked my world, and I knew there was so much for us to discover together. I had only had a taste of the wilder side, and I wanted more. I laid there for a while and let my thoughts wander. I listened to his heartbeat slow, becoming a lazy, heavy thump. I soon fell into the deepest sleep I had had in a very long time.

  I woke the following morning to a loud “mama!” bellowing over the baby monitor. I sat up and yawned, noting soreness in my jaws. I dressed in comfortable lounge clothes and pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail. As I was leaving the room, I peeked back at Tyler, sleeping peacefully. The kids never woke him up. He could sleep through anything, really. That was a good thing since he had to sleep during the day with two toddlers running around the house. That night would be his first of the week to work, so he needed to sleep in as late as he could. I closed our door and went to get the kids.

  Our mornings were always the same, and moved like clockwork. I got them up, dressed and fed. This may not sound too exciting to most people, but it was exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I had been a stay at home mom for a few months now. Before that I worked several years in banking. I liked my job, and sometimes I miss it. Especially the adult interaction. But, in my heart of hearts I always knew I wanted to stay home with my kids. I had felt a little guilty when I originally told Tyler. I knew that it would make our finances tighter, and that we would have to cut back on spending and make some sacrifices. But, I also knew that my children would only be young once, and I didn’t want to miss out on this time with them for anything. I was silly to have worried, though. When I told him I wanted to stay home, he showed me nothing but understanding and support. He had said if that’s what I wanted to do, then we would make it happen. He values my job as a wife and mother. To soothe my worries about our budget, he picked up a second job, filling in a few days per month at a local clinic, in addition to his full time job at the hospital. His dedication to me and our family amazes me. Sometimes I think he is too good to be true.

  Sometime around noon he stumbled into the living room where the boys and I were having a riveting conversation about what noises animals make. He was greeted by excited squeals of “daddy!” and soon had two little ones clamped to his legs.

  “Hey guys! Good morning, babe.”

  “Good afternoon,” I said, winking at him. “You slept in awfully late today; you’re usually up before eleven.”

  “I know, I slept like a rock. Something must’ve really worn me out yesterday.”

  I dropped my mouth open and put my hand in front of it, pretending like he’d embarrassed me. He knew I was full of it. He playfully rolled his eyes at me and kissed the boys on th
e head. They ran back to me and he went to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

  The rest of that day and the several following went by as they normally did. Tyler went to work in the evening, and slept most of the day, while I spent time with the boys. I read books to them and played trucks. We busied ourselves with bubbles, blocks, and alphabet puzzles. We danced, laughed and learned, and I loved every minute of it.

  Tyler’s first day off that week finally rolled around. I had an early dentist appointment that morning (exciting, I know), and since he was catching up on sleep I dropped the kids off at my mom’s house. I went to my appointment, but somehow, on my way home, ended up in the parking lot of an “adults only” store. Okay, so it wasn’t an accident. I had looked up directions on my phone and driven straight there. I had always been curious, and being out alone gave me the perfect opportunity to look around. I had examined the parking lot to make sure I didn’t recognize any cars. I was in the clear, but my nerves had me planted to my seat. I had never been in a place like this. I couldn’t really go inside…could I? Oh, who was I kidding – of course I was going in. Yes. Hell yes. I wanted dirty and I knew this place could give it to me. I got out of my car and marched to the door.

  I took one step inside and my jaw dropped. I had never seen so many interesting and terrifying things all in one place. My eyes were immediately drawn to the shelf on my right, filled with rubber phallus shaped items. They varied in size, shape and color and…holy moly. My gaze fell upon one I swear was the size of a thermos. Sweet mercy, how would that even fit?!? I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

  “I need some ID.” The words broke me of my trance. I turned and saw the man behind the counter looking in my direction.

  “Oh, Right. Sorry.” I walked over to the counter digging through my purse. I was surprised I was even asked to show it, and I didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended. I pulled out my license and handed it to him. He was an older guy, with scraggly gray hair and a bushy beard. He looked as if he might be greasy to the touch. He was exactly the dirty old man I expected to be working there, and if anyone else had been behind that counter I think I would’ve felt cheated in a way. He grunted, dropped my license on the table in front of me and went back to his magazine. He seemed to really love his job. That was perfectly fine with me, though. I really didn’t want him watching me as I shopped anyway.

  I zipped my purse back up and began browsing the shelves on the opposite wall. Hmm…Lubes and lotions? Too tame. Body toppings? Too messy. Then I came to a basket filled to the brim and labeled “C-rings”. What’s a c-ring? I looked inside and my eyes landed on a floppy purple ring of rubber, with a bumpy protrusion on top that was filled with a silver metal oval, and it was all connected to…a remote control? Once I picked it up and examined it, I understood. It was sealed in a plastic bag, but I was still able to push the buttons. I pressed it once to turn it on the ‘low’ setting. I felt a powerful vibration on my palm. Oh my. That could be nice. I hit it again for ‘medium’. Whoa mama. I think it only took about two seconds once I hit the ‘high’ setting for me to get back to the counter. This baby was coming home with me. I paid Mr. Personality and was on my way, making sure to avert my eyes from whoever I passed in the doorway. I really didn’t need any visual images.

  I drove straight home feeling rather pleased with myself. When I walked in the front door, I saw Tyler in the kitchen rinsing out a cereal bowl, wearing a pair of gym shorts and bed head. He still looked sexy to me. “Hey,” I said, hanging my keys on the hook beside the door.

  “Hey… You don’t have the kids with you?”

  “Nah, I dropped them off at mom’s house this morning to go to get my teeth cleaned. She told me to take my time coming back for them since she hadn’t seen them all week. Soooo, I came here first to give you a present I bought you.”

  “Ooh, a present for me? What is it?” I handed him the bag I was holding, and he took out the toy and eyeballed it. “Seriously, what is it?”

  I laughed like it should be obvious to him, and like I hadn’t been asking myself the same question 20 minutes ago. “Come in here and I’ll show you,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. I took the bag from him and placed it on the nightstand. I couldn’t remember the last time we had made love in the daylight. I figured it was before the kids were here, and the thought sent a surge of insecurity through me. In the dark you can hide imperfections, but now, in the bright light of mid-morning, everything was on display. For a moment I wished that I had gone straight to pick up the boys, and that I had waited to be with him that night. I turned to him, about to object, to tell him I’d changed my mind, when our eyes locked.

  I’d heard the expression that the eyes are a window to the soul, but I had never truly understood it until that moment. He wasn’t just looking at me; he was looking into me, searching for exactly what my soul needed, and then delivered by filling me with an outpouring of raw emotions: Love, longing, desire. I never knew one look could convey so much. I instantly felt comforted, warmed and invigorated. He told me everything I needed to hear without speaking a word.

  His hand grazed my cheek and tucked my hair behind my ear. I closed my eyes and basked in the wonder of his touch. He ran his fingers along my jaw and tipped my chin so my face was pointed up towards him. His lips gently pressed against mine and I felt sparks erupting between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck and melted into his kiss. Our tongues intertwined, each carefully examining every part of the other. I twisted my fingers in the hair at the back of his neck, eliciting a shiver I felt through our melded lips. His hands glided down my back to the hem of my shirt. He slipped them underneath the fabric and began gently tickling my sides and stomach, causing my skin to contract and prickle. He broke our kiss, a cold absence settling on my lips. My shirt was lifted from me in a moment, followed closely by my bra, my bosom now free to the cool air surrounding us. As he kissed me again, his hands skimmed up my abdomen and padded rib cage, and came to rest under my breasts, testing their weight. His thumbs traced the circles of my nipples, now hardening under his touch. He flicked them gently with the pads of his thumbs, causing me to release a quick heavy breath into him. He withdrew his tongue from my mouth and with it took my bottom lip. He bit slightly and stretched it towards him, then released it with a quick snap.

  He traveled with a slow line of kisses down my torso, until he was on his knees in front of me. He looked up at me, piercing me with a smoldering gaze as he unbuttoned my jeans, and lowered them along with my panties. That morning I had put on the raciest pair I had, a black lace thong, planning for what I’d hoped would be a sexy afternoon. He didn’t even notice them, though, as he kept his eyes on me until they had hit the floor. He freed one of my feet from the bundle of material and brought it to his mouth. He planted a trail of hot, moist kisses from my toes to my knee, then repeated his actions to my other leg. He worked his way up my thighs, crisscrossing one leg to the other. I lost myself in the passion of the moment. My every cell was ignited, and a liquid fire burst from my sex. I spread my legs a little, hoping that his mouth would continue to my soaked folds. Instead, he gently pushed his palms against the place where my thighs met my hips.

  “Lie down on the bed, baby.” I obeyed, placing myself in the middle of the mattress. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he removed his clothes, crawled across the bed, and hovered himself above me. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, “I am going to kiss every inch of your gorgeous body. I am going to feel you, taste you, and do whatever I can to make you come harder than you ever have before. Move me where you need me, and tell me what you want me to do. All I want is to pleasure you.” If he had kept talking, he wouldn’t have even had to touch me. He nipped my earlobe, then gently bit into my neck just above my collarbone. He moved his teeth against me in a gnawing movement while sucking my skin against his tongue. It was bliss; my entire body was heating up, set alight by his touch. I wanted more. I pressed my hands to his back and tri
ed to pull him into me, to feel his hot flesh against mine, but he resisted.

  He floated above me, his pace unhurried, caressing and tasting every part of me. He lingered on my breasts, then moved to my shoulders, arms, and hands. Each fingertip got a tender peck. He was paying homage to my body; offering his actions as proof of his adoration. I could feel his love flooding over me, through me. My heart swelled to accept these new feelings of reverence and desire. We had never shared such an intimate moment.

  Before I knew it, he was at my feet again. He took my right foot in his hands, and slipped each of my toes into his mouth. He copied with my left foot, then ran his tongue down my sole, around my ankle, up my calf and onto my thigh. My legs sprung apart instinctively, and I was rewarded with a slow hot lick from my ass to my clit. I gasped with delight.

  “Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes. My God, Tyler, you are so sexy. I’m so wet for you. Please…more.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  He pressed his tongue harder into me as he retraced his path. He licked me again and again, then slipped two fingers inside my wet, waiting channel. He moved them in wide circles as he flicked my clit with quick, deliberate movements of his tongue. I moaned out loud, my head cranked back to the ceiling. He continued his steady pace and I felt the pressure inside me climbing. His attention to my body had gotten me so worked up, I was already close to climax. I dug my thumbnail into my index finger, attempting to distract my mind from of the burgeoning heat within me. It worked to an extent, buying me a few more moments to revel in his touch. Before I could peak, I reached down and grabbed him around his jaws, pulling him up along my body until we were face to face. The mood had changed from an intimate indulgence to a shared desperate need. I pointed to the nightstand and asked, a little shyly, if he wanted to use the toy I’d bought earlier.