Marital Bliss(14)

“The key to the kingdom, so to speak. I can make the vibrator go off or just the butterfly dance, or both at the same time.” He demonstrated the toy for her. “The key is that you never know what’s coming. Or when.”

She swallowed, eying the device in a different light now.

“Game?”

She glanced at him then back down at the toy in her hand before nodding her head. He slipped the remote in his pocket.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

She nodded again and headed back into the bathroom to put the toy in. She wasn’t surprised that her panties were already damp with excitement.



He kept her on edge all day. They’d gone to the antiques store first and by the time they left she’d forgotten about the toy. Well, not forgotten, so much as just become accustomed to it there. She’d just forgotten the part where he held the “key to the kingdom”. Her mistake.

As they’d left the store they’d run into the agent who had left them the gift and caught the “show” they provided. Mischa knew she was blushing but played it off as best she could. She’d thanked her for the basket, the lists and brochures, the plate of strawberries and lastly the wine. Turned out there was a place here in town that would personalize just about anything you could think of as a gift.

Mischa saw the woman casually throw a couple of glances at Clint but he was being quiet and letting her do all the talking. Mischa mentioned that she’d really like to recommend the cabin to her friends and, just like that, they were headed back to the office to pick up some brochures to take home.

She should have paid more attention to her quiet husband. As soon as she stepped through the door and into the air-conditioned office, the first flutter hit her clit. She squeaked. Like a damn mouse, she squeaked. She saw Clint’s shoulders shake a little out of the corner of her eye and did her best not to look at him. If she did she had no doubt they’d both be laughing.

“Are you all right?”

Ever the helpful agent, the woman looked at Mischa. And Clint turned the vibrator on. It rolled and moved inside her. It was quiet, thank god, but she was having a hard time keeping from moaning herself.

“The cold just hit me and blew a shiver down my spine,” Mischa lied, but at least it might explain her hard nipples at the moment. She was going to kill her husband.

By the time they left the office she was a quivering mess. As soon as they stepped out the door he turned them off and took her hand, giving it a squeeze.

“That was just on low,” he casually mentioned as they walked.

She groaned. “I thought I was going to lose it in there.”

“My dick’s so hard. I’m not sure which of us this is supposed to prime.”

She glanced down and noticed the bulge at her husband’s crotch. That might explain some of those glances the agent was throwing his way. Mischa laughed.

“Maybe you should be more careful with your toy,” she snickered. “Don’t want to accidently have it go off at the wrong moment.”

The flutter started again and in seconds increased in tempo. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Medium,” he said.

“Shit,” she groaned. If he decided to put it on high she was toast. She’d have an orgasm in front of God and everybody. She glanced at his hard cock just visible under his shorts. Of course, she had little doubt he’d come just watching her. It might be worth it.





Chapter Seven




Mischa’s legs were shaking when they got in the car. She’d been close to orgasm six times today before he’d backed off and let her come down. She wished he’d just let her come. They were silent until they hit the road out of town that would lead them to the cabin.

“Why don’t you pull your skirt up and slip your panties off?”

Mischa licked her lips and looked at him. The remote was out and in his hand. It would be guiding her while his other hand guided the car. She lifted her hips off the seat and shimmied her panties down over her thighs and off her ankles, leaving them on the floor. Then she slowly lifted her dress until her pussy was in clear view.

The folds were flushed and swollen, damp with her juices.

“Open your legs a little more for me,” he crooned and she shifted them wider. She reached over to the side and eased the seat down into a reclined position. She lifted the skirt of her dress a little higher and spread her thighs more. The flutter started.

She moaned and wiggled her hips on the seat. She was so primed and ready to go. The vibrator started and she flung her head back and tried to focus on breathing. It was wicked, so incredibly wicked.

“I see how tight and hard those nipples are.” His voice was a silken caress over her inflamed skin.