Nichole’s eyes shot open as she awakened with a gasp. She turned over to the spot of the bed left vacant by her husband who'd already left for work that morning. Her sex throbbed as she remembered the vivid dream that was so intense it jarred her out of her sleep.
Nichole ran her hand over the now cool sheets longingly, wishing Ty was there to help her relive the experience. Well, as much as they could at least, considering they'd need to be outside on the grass in the rain to re-create it exactly. But a simple morning romp would have been enough for her too.
Nichole let out a loud sigh and turned onto her back. She smiled, realizing that it didn’t have to be such a bad morning after all. It was Friday, and she’d taken the day off for a long three-day weekend, and she might as well get her fun started early. She loved making love to her husband but she also missed intimate times with herself. How long had it been since she’d last treated herself, by herself? Too long, she thought, as she leaped out of bed and moved to her dresser. She reached inside her top drawer behind her collection of underwear to dig out her favorite accessories.
First, she pulled out Monster, her affectionately named ten-inch veiny dildo, and went searching for her other favorite. She found it and grinned widely as she retrieved Purple Passion, her nickname for her tiny purple vibrator. It was little but it packed a big punch and was more than enough to do the trick.
Using both may have been a bit excessive on a normal day, but she was looking forward to a long weekend and figured this could start it off with a bang.
She slid out of her panties and brought out Purple Passion. Passion was always the best for the purpose of warming up. Nichole pressed the button, smiling as the purple vibrator buzzed to life.
Solo play was one of her favorite activities. And it had become even more so when she'd read an article years ago touting the benefits of such activity. More sexual self-awareness, stress relief, decreased depression and insomnia, and even reduction of cancer risk. It wasn't as if she’d needed the list of positive side effects to convince her that masturbating was worth it but they definitely helped justify the fact that she enjoyed it so much. It was self-care and preventive medicine, as she saw it, and she was just doing her part to keep herself healthy.
Besides, she’d quickly learned during her single years before meeting and marrying Ty that a rub a day kept the assholes away. At least for her it had. She was much less desperate and less likely to fall for shitty guys and settle for shitty relationships when she made sure she’d adequately pleasured herself. By herself, for herself. And her relationships seemed to work much more smoothly when she didn’t place all of the pressure of satisfying her sexual needs on another person.
But with Ty, someone who matched her own sex drive and openness for trying new things in the bedroom, she hadn’t realized just how much she’d reduced her jilling time.
But now was the time to remedy that, she thought, as she lowered Purple Passion to rest on the hood of her clitoris. She closed her eyes slowly as her mouth fell open the moment the plastic toy made contact. The sweet strains of pleasure traveled from the point of contact, to her pelvis and spread throughout the rest of her body.
Damn, she’d missed this. She’d missed taking control of her orgasm, extending it out as long as she wanted, adjusting the speed and the thoughts that raced through her mind so that she could come when she wanted, the way she wanted.
As she circled the vibrator along her sex, her mind drifted to last night’s session with Ty. She remembered the way he’d walked up behind her and squeezed her ass as she was bent over her dresser, retrieving her pajamas after a shower. Still slightly damp from the shower, he’d gripped and raised her hips, lifting her feet from the floor as he entered her from behind. Nichole clung to the dresser, her arousal heightened by their searing hot reflections in the mirror as their naked bodies connected. He gave as she received his thrusts that were so vigorous the back of the mirror slammed against the wall.
When her thoughts turned to how he’d lowered himself to treat her pussy to ardent licks, she lost it, pressing the vibrator more firmly against her clit until she came forcefully, her legs trembling with the release.
Nichole sighed, smiling, and glanced over at the dark brown colored dildo next to her on the bed. Shit, she thought. I forgot about Monster.
She picked up the soft, yet stiff artificial shaft and gave it a playfully affectionate kiss. “I’d never leave you out, Big Daddy,” she said, and rose to her knees. She lowered herself onto the cock and located Purple Passion. She retrieved her trusty, buzzy friend and turned him on, moaning at the simultaneous sensations.
How the hell did I forget that? Ty pushed open the front door to the home he shared with his wife, Nichole, and rushed to the kitchen counter where he’d left the notes he’d needed for his presentation after lunch.
“Ah, there they are,” he said, shaking his head at his absent-mindedness. He’d been in such a hurry to leave as he was running late due to the long sexy night before with Nichole. And he’d spent the entire morning playing catch-up.
Ty’s hand froze in mid-air and his brows crinkled at the familiar moans he heard reverberating through the house. He’d know that sound anywhere. He couldn’t mistake Nichole’s passion noises for anything else.
Ty lowered his hand to the granite counter and realized he’d stopped breathing. His ears perked up, as he waited to hear the sound again.
“Ahhh….ohhh…” This time there was no question that it was Nichole, clearly in the throes of passion. He took slow, ginger steps toward the bedroom in the rear of their home.
She’d taken the day off. But why? he wondered. She hadn’t expected Ty to come home early and he hoped, he prayed there was no one else in there with...
No, he wouldn’t even think it. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to imagine that he’d come home unannounced only to catch her with someone else.
Ty’s heart dropped into his gut and he was seconds away from retching when he heard her again as she moaned between her pants.
But then, just outside of the closed door, he heard the distinct buzzing followed by another long, low moan.
Ty silently turned the knob and eased the door open just enough to peek inside. The sight relieved him, shocked him, and aroused him all at once.
His wife was straddled atop a dildo on their bed, riding it with gusto while holding a purple vibrator, the source of the buzzing, against her clit. He was almost jealous at just how much she was into it, but intrigued at the same time as he watched her genuine pleasure. Her radiant cinnamon-toned skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration as her round breasts bounced with her movements. He didn’t realize that he was planted, stunned, before her until she lowered her head, opened her eyes and gasped when she saw him.
She let out a surprised scream and fell back, instinctively covering her chest, as the dildo and vibrator flew across the bed. “Ty!” she said when she’d gotten over the initial surprise to realize it was only her husband. “What are you doing here?”
Ty chuckled and moved toward the bed. He picked up the dildo and rotated it in his hand before turning back to look at Nichole with raised brows. “I was gonna ask you the same question. But, the answer’s pretty apparent, isn’t it?”
The vibrator still buzzed next to Nichole and she reached over to turn it off. She laughed with him, and he rested his hands on the bed to lean over to kiss her lips. “Damn you were sexy, baby,” he said, as he sucked on her tongue and lower lip. “You didn’t have to stop for my sake. I wanted you to keep going. I was enjoying the show.”
Nichole’s chest rose with her deep inhale as she was clearly turned on by his admission. Ty reached between her legs to glide a finger across the cleft of her vulva. “Mmm, you’re so wet. I want to see you do it again.”
Nichole smiled saucily, her eyes gleaming. “You do?”
He nodded. “I do.” He picked up the dildo, and examined it again before handing it to her. “Pretty impressive,” he said with a laugh.
Nichole smiled. “It took a while to find something that came close to yours.”
Ty smirked and shook his head at her flirty dirty talk and walked over to the armchair next to their bedroom windows. He sat down and leaned back. “Don’t mind me. Pretend I’m not here.”
Nichole bit her lip, thrilled by the idea of her husband watching her touch herself. She placed the dildo upright onto the bed again, kneeled above it and turned on the vibrator.
Ty felt his dick growing stiffer as he watched her first place the vibrator against her clit and shudder from the touch. She wrapped her other hand around the dildo's shaft and circled her hips just above it, only slightly grazing the tip of it. Ty swallowed, his mouth growing dry as he imagined the way she did that very thing to him. But watching her from this position and angle was beyond arousing and better than any adult video. This was his woman pleasuring herself for him in real life and the moans weren't just coming from a television screen but up close and personal from his wife.
Careful not to intrude on the moment and eager to enjoy it completely, Ty remained silent as he watched her slowly ride the dildo, eyes closed, caught up in the ecstasy of the sensation. His own cock grew harder with each of her high pitched moans. He couldn’t stop himself anymore from letting his hand drift to his own bulge as he slowly massaged, trying to ease its pulsing ache.
Nichole opened her eyes to meet his and they shared a passionate stare as the tension rose between them. Each of them wanted the other, the mutual masturbation now a poor substitute for their lover.
“You want me to help you with that?” he asked, electricity shooting through him as she dismounted the dildo and leaned back to switch to manually thrusting it into her pussy. He stood, barely waiting for her reply and eager to assist wherever needed, or at least to get a closer view.
“Yes,” Nichole said breathlessly with a nod.
Ty quickly undressed, but never let his eyes leave her as she continued her solo play. The vibrator buzzed as the dildo penetrated and Nichole panted. “Hurry,” she said with a shudder, visibly drawing closer to her climax.
“I’m coming, baby,” he said, crawling onto the bed and relieving her of her duties as he took both toys and momentarily set them aside. She needed a reprieve, he could tell, or else it wouldn’t be long before she’d be done. He knew how to draw this thing out to make her last just a little bit longer. “But you won’t be coming. Not until I’m ready for you to.”
Ty leaned down to kiss her between her legs, and then slurped up the juices that spilled from her pussy. Nichole’s body shook and he looked up to see her chin quiver when he licked her swollen clit. When he took her hips between his hands to held her stationary as he sucked, pressed, and lapped at the throbbing bud, her screams filled the bedroom.
Ty smiled a messy smile of smug satisfaction at the fact that her screeches were much louder than what he’d heard when he’d first discovered her alone in the midst of self-play.
She locked her ankles around his back and rolled her hips, thrusting forward into his mouth, in time with his licks. She was insatiable now, on her way to another orgasm as he feasted on her.
Seconds later she came again, crying out with a whimper before her body fell limp under his caresses. His hands roamed along her hips, her thighs and her legs before he placed kisses along the same path his hands created.
Nichole blew out loudly, her entire body pulsing and brimming with sensation. But when she heard the buzz of the vibrator grow louder, she snapped her head up to see Ty’s sly smile as he held Purple Passion in one hand and Monster in the other.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?’
Nichole eyed him, half hesitant, yet half excited about another round. “Don’t you have to be at work.”
He nodded. “I do. But I have time to squeeze in a really quick one before I head back.”
She laughed, but then her voice dropped to a low, sexy tone as she reached over to stroke his rock-hard cock. “Let’s do it then, baby. But only if you leave enough time for me to have the real thing.
She smirked as the real thing leapt in her hands in response to her spicy hot words.
“You’ve got a deal,” he said, sealing the deal with a suckle of her breast as he inserted Monster and delighted in the feel of her squirming beneath him, never more grateful than he was now for a little bout of forgetfulness.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.