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Authors: Ella Gottfried
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The phone rang. Nicole groaned. It couldn’t possibly be
time to get up already, it just couldn’t. She knew she had a few appointments
to sort out that day – there was a corporate charity event coming up and she
had promised to do some of the work for them.
Steph would help, of course. She was great with details,
and Nicole was better with the bigger picture and putting everything together. They
were a good team.
But it was only six in the morning, and it was Ashton.
“Ashton?”
Nicole’s voice was obviously sleepy and a bit disgruntled.
“Nicole, what… Oh wait, I did it again, time difference.
Go back to sleep,” said Ashton.
Nicole glowered at nothing in particular. Ashton knew very
well that if there was one thing she hated, it was being told to go back to
sleep after being woken up. He knew she couldn’t fall asleep like that.
“Ashton…” she said, the words a cross between a warning
and a whine.
“Right, right, sorry babe,” said Ashton, sounding
sheepish.
Nicole sighed.
“You’d better have something good to say. Now entertain
me,” demanded Nicole.
Ashton laughed.
“Well, we went to a strip club last night and a very
pretty young thing in a red dress hit on me,” said Ashton.
Nicole perked up.
“Well well, aren’t you the stud. But you’re telling me
this, so you told her you were taken?” asked Nicole.
“Or maybe I took her back to my room and showed her new
worlds of pleasure,” teased Ashton.
Nicole laughed.
“Yeah, right,” she said, though she could feel that guilt
waking up again. She had cheated on Ashton with her heart and mind, if not with
her body. Why would he not want to cheat on her?
“So what did you do to her?” asked Nicole.
“Oh, I told her I was married and she picked somebody else
up, and I watched her grind on him not very subtly on the dance floor,” said
Ashton, his tone flippant.
Nicole laughed.
“How long-suffering faithful husbands have to be,” she
teased him.
“Then I came back to the room and imagined you in that red
dress, which was more like an excuse for a dress,” said Ashton.
He paused. He wondered if he should tell her about how he
had imagined watching Nicole dancing with that man, his hands on her bountiful
breasts, grinding herself against his crotch.
He wondered if he should tell Nicole that he had imagined
watching Nicole peeling her dress off for that stranger and standing in all her
glory, proudly showing off her beautiful naked body.
He wanted to tell Nicole how much it had turned him on to
imagine another man’s hands, lips and tongue all over her luscious curves. He
desperately wanted to tell her how much he had wanted to see her do to him all
the things she had done to him, her husband, during those first years they were
together.
But how could you tell your wife things like that when you
could hardly believe it yourself? What kind of pervert was he, Ashton wondered,
to be so turned on by such thoughts.
“Ashton? Are you there, honey?” asked Nicole.
“Yes, I’m here. I was just thinking again how gorgeous you
would look in that dress. You would fill it out so much better than that girl
did,” said Ashton.
Nicole found herself wondering how it would have felt to
wear a red dress and pick up a stranger, letting him touch her on a dance
floor.
She was getting turned on by the thought.
“So what did you do after you got back to your room,
Ashton?” asked Nicole, her voice going deep and husky the way it did when she
was horny.
Ashton recognized that voice and that tone immediately. He
could feel his own body responding.
“I… Damn it,” said Ashon, annoyed.
There was a knock on his door.
“Damn, Nicole, there’s somebody at the door, I have to
go,” said Ashton.
He heard Mr. Wilson’s voice.
“Ashton, we need to have a briefing before the meeting,
get yourself decent, I’ve got coffee,” he said.
“Hell, it’s the boss,” said Ashton, disgruntled.
“What wonderful timing he has,” said Nicole. He could hear
frustration in her voice.
For once, he was glad to hear it. Nicole had wanted him,
and was now frustrated because they couldn’t even have some phone sex. She
hadn’t wanted him so frankly for a long time, or so it felt.
“I’m sorry, babe, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I
have to go,” he said hurriedly as the knocking on his door got more insistent.
“I’ll hold you to that,” said Nicole, as he hung up.
Nicole lay back in bed, feeling needy. But it wasn’t the
idea of Ashton peeling the imaginary red dress off her that had her feeling
like that. It was the idea of dancing so promiscuously with a stranger in a
strip club.
It was the idea of picking up a stranger in a strip club,
an idea she would never have had if it hadn’t been for her husband.
Beat that for irony, she thought sourly.
Stop it, Nicole
, she ordered herself firmly, but
she couldn’t tell her body what to do.
I really need to get to that sex toy shop and get
something new to try. Maybe that will keep me distracted, thought Nicole.
It really had to. She was beginning to feel a bit like a
volcano. Something was bound to give sooner or later, and she wanted to be in
control when it did.
Six hours later, Nicole wanted to jump out of a
fifth-floor window. Well, maybe it wasn’t quite that bad. But she did want to
get away from Steph.
She usually got along with Steph just fine. But that
morning, she was far too preoccupied to deal with Steph and her nattering. And
nattering was what it was, she thought, spitefully.
Honestly, it was going to be a charity dinner. Food would
be horrible no matter what she arranged because that’s how it always was.
People would come not because they cared about schools being built in
Afghanistan, but because they wanted to be seen. She would make sure that
plenty of press people turned up. That would make it a success.
The color of tablecloth, when all the choices were
variations of white and ivory, really did not make any difference. The way
Steph had been going on about it, you would think the education of all the
disadvantaged children in the world depended on it, thought Nicole sourly.
By one, the meeting was over.
“Who is up for a wine luncheon?” suggested Steph.
“Not me,” said Nicole, a bit too quickly. She couldn’t
stand the thought of spending more time with Steph.
“There’s some stuff I need to take care of. Paperwork and
things like that. Chores,” said Nicole vaguely, trying to erase that hurt look
from Steph’s face.
“Oh, alright, sure. Later, then?” asked Steph.
“Of course, later,” said Nicole, and escaped to her car.
During Steph’s lengthy discourse about the importance of
the right table cloth and doilies, Nicole had got a lot accomplished. She had
the addresses of three sex shops stored in her phone.
She had the route to the first one mapped. She considered
putting it in the car’s GPS, but she felt odd, doing that – Ashton used the
car, too, sometimes.
There was nothing to feel guilty about, she told herself.
She didn’t want the sex toys only for herself. She hoped that they would spice
up their sex life a bit, too. That would be good for Ashton, too.
She didn’t see any logical reason why Ashton would have a
problem with it. But Nicole wasn’t feeling particularly logical at that moment.
So she got the route on her map and painstakingly followed
it. She hated being the cliché – the woman who couldn’t follow a map. But it
was true.
Nicole surprised herself by not getting lost and getting
to the sex shop on her first attempt. She spent some more time sitting in the
car and telling herself to get out and walk to the door.
To comfort herself, she took stock of the neighborhood.
There was absolutely nothing disreputable or seedy about it, at all. It looked
like a lot of respectable establishments had set up shop there, as had a sex
shop.
That, logically, meant that the sex shop was a respectable
establishment, Nicole told herself. And it wasn’t a sex shop, she reminded
herself – it was a sex paraphernalia shop. The distinction made a lot of
difference.
Having keyed herself up, Nicole determinedly made her way
to the shop with a confident stride. She opened the door, stepped inside, and
gaped.
She had thought that she knew what sex toys were popular.
She read erotica and watched porn occasionally. But apparently, it was a brave
new world out there.
Her discomfiture must have been painfully obvious, because
a young lady walked over to her.
“May I help you?” she asked, her voice and smile friendly.
She looked like any shop assistant, thought Nicole –
young, neatly dressed and pretty.
“Umm… I’m not really sure what I’m looking for anymore,”
Nicole confessed.
“That’s alright, I’ll be glad to help you. I’m Stacy.
Let’s start with some basics – did you have any ideas?” asked the assistant.
“Well, I thought, maybe, dildos or vibrators or
something,” said Nicole, getting her composure back.
“Sure, right this way,” said Stacy and led her to an
aisle.
Nicole had expected variety, but boy, there was more than
she expected. There were small vibrators – very powerful, Stacy told her,
called bullets – and there were giant ones almost a foot long that frankly
looked a bit scary.
There was also everything in-between. Nicole found herself
holding a curved dildo, about seven inches long and a nice girth, which came
with rechargeable batteries, according to Stacy.
She reached for something else that didn’t quite look like
a dildo to Nicole.
“That’s a butt plug,” said Stacy.
“Oh,” said Nicole, turning it over.
“I’m not really into that,” she said.
“It’s not for all women, though some women really like
them. If you’re open to trying, you could get one and see. We’ll get you a
bottle of lube to go with it. Even if you don’t feel like trying it, men
usually like butt plugs. They have more nerve endings where it matters,” said
Stacy, sounding very matter of fact.
On a whim, Nicole got that, too, then pointed to what
looked like two marble-sized balls tethered together.
“What are you supposed to do with that?” asked Nicole, all
embarrassment forgotten now.
“You slip them inside you as you go about your day. The
friction provides excellent stimulation,” Stacy explained.
Nicole wandered over to another section.
“These are for people who have moved past the
experimenting stage,” explained Stacy.
Nicole browsed through whips and chains, collars and gags.
She was fascinated. She didn’t think she would ever be into so much stuff, but
still, seeing it was a far cry from reading about it.
Some of the things looked like they would really hurt.
There were spikes.
On a whim, she got a blindfold and a pair of
non-threatening looking handcuffs, too.
Looking forward to trying some of it out, she paid – cash,
because she had come prepared – and left the shop, waving Stacy a very cheerful
goodbye and driving home.
Nicole sat in bed, looking at all the toys she had got.
The curved dildo, a bullet vibrator, the funny balls whose name she didn’t
know, and a big bottle of lube were currently set out on the bed with her.
The butt plug was hidden away – she didn’t know why she
bought it, except that the idea of finding out if Ashton could be persuaded to
try it had turned her on. Anything that, when put together with Ashton, turned
her on was good, as far as she was concerned.
Nicole had taken a shower, letting herself enjoy how the
soap suds had made her skin all slick, sliding her hands over her body. She was
dressed in just her robe now.
Walking to the mirror, she let her robe fall. She knew she
was beautiful. She knew that Ashton was attracted to her. Watching herself, she
ran her hands over her body, lifting her breasts and rubbing her fingers in
slow circles over her nipples.
They got hard fast. Nicole squeezed some clear lube onto
her fingers and rubbed them over her nipples. The cold, slick feeling made her
shiver. Lying back on the bed, she closed her eyes.
She spread her legs and took the small vibrator in her
hand, turning it on. It was powerful – small but mighty. With a whimper, she
placed it between her legs, her pussy already so wet that she didn’t need lube.
Nicole rubbed the vibrator back and forth, across her
glistening wet pussy lips, letting it brush lightly over her clit. Every time
it touched her clit, she could feel her body buck. She had never felt so
incredibly turned on.
Closing her eyes, Nicole thought of what Ashton had told
her.
She was in a red dress that showed off her toned legs
and her big breasts, in a strip club. Ashton pointed out a stranger to her,
sitting alone. He was a handsome man, tall and dark.
Nicole kissed Ashton, smiled, and got up and walked to
the stranger. She leaned across the table, giving him an excellent view of her
breasts, and asked him if he would like to dance.
The stranger nodded and took her out to the dance
floor.
Nicole moaned and took the vibrator away from her clit,
running it over her pussy lips. She would cum too quickly if she didn’t. She
wanted to play this fantasy out to her satisfaction.
Now she was dancing with the stranger, her body rubbing
against his. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. She could feel his
hands sliding over her back. When she didn’t protest, they cupped her ass and
squeezed. She hummed low in her throat to express her approval.
She looked over his shoulder and saw Ashton watching
her, his expression making it very obvious that he was extremely turned on.
She smiled at him as she pressed herself closer to the
stranger.
She turned around, angling them so that her ass was
pressed against the stranger’s crotch, and Ashton had an excellent view of
them. The stranger’s hands were now on her waist, sliding up and down her hips,
over to her stomach.
He had an erection that he was doing nothing to hide.
She could feel it against her ass. She was grinding on him persistently.
As Ashton watched, the stranger’s hands moved up to
brush the side of her breasts, left exposed by the deep halter neck of the red
dress.
She moaned softly and started grinding harder, getting
his hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
With that encouragement, the stranger put his hands on
her breasts and her nipples hardened immediately. He rubbed the palms of his
hands over her nipples, making her pussy even wetter. Ashton’s eyes were on
them. He couldn’t look away. She could see that he was stroking his cock
discreetly under the table.
Nicole slipped the little bullet vibrator inside her pussy
and felt it buzzing inside her, making her pussy walls shudder and clench
around it.
Her fingers her on her clit now, stroking up and down,
back and forth, slowly. She was moving her fingers in soft circles around them.
This was incredible. She hadn’t felt this turned on, this
sexually on edge, in years.
Eyes closed, let her mind go again.
The stranger on the dance floor untied the halter neck
of her dress and let it fall to her waist, exposing her breasts to everybody.
Ashton watched, his hands now stroking his cock harder,
as the stranger’s dark hands were on her bare breasts, squeezing them. He
caught her nipples between his fingers and rubbed up and down slowly.
Everybody was watching her. Everybody wanted her.
Her arms moved up and back, twining around the
stranger’s neck, as his hands now moved to the hem of her dress, drawing it up
slowly.
But now he was no longer a stranger. Now he was Justin.
She knew it was Justin, and his hands were moving up her thighs, so close to
her achingly wet pussy.
Nicole panted, beginning to rub her clit faster. She
couldn’t hold on much longer.
Justin’s hands were lifting her dress up, and she
wasn’t wearing panties. Ashton was watching as his hands moved to her pussy.
His fingers were now slipping inside, between her pussy lips. His fingers were
on her clit, stroking her exactly the way she liked it.
He slipped a finger inside her, and she couldn’t hold
on anymore.
“Justin,” she whispered as the pleasure engulfed her with
a violence she had forgotten.
Her body shuddered and trembled, making her cum again as
the vibrator still did its job inside her.
Frantic now, she spread her legs and slid it out of her.
Holding it still in her hand, Nicole lay there, naked, her
legs spread, her pussy still wet, her breasts feeling heavy.
Exhausted, she fell asleep.