Marital Bliss(3)

“So what all do you plan to do with him?” Jacey wanted to know.

“Well, the cabin is pretty isolated so I’m hoping to persuade him to do some kinky stuff outside,” Mischa told them. “I bought a few bondage things, just some stuff to dabble with, like handcuffs, some restraints that attach to the bedposts, and a blindfold. Then I picked up some new toys for us to try out.”

“You use toys together?” Bronte asked.

“We need to educate you before we find you the perfect guy,” Jacey laughed.

“Ha, ha, ha,” Bronte retorted with a shake of her head.

“Yep, Clint and I use toys a lot. He will use it on me during foreplay then sometimes we’ll use it during sex,” Mischa said. “It’s incredible.”

“I guess I never thought of using them that way,” Bronte admitted.

“What about all the edible things you bought,” Dee reminded her with a laugh.

“I picked up some of these body paints and I bought a set of white sheets. I wanted to try our hand at some body art. It looked cool. Plus I picked up some lube that provides a tingle. Then there are the ones you put in the freezer and then insert. They melt while you make love. And, of course, I have the essentials like whipped cream, honey, strawberries, and Clint’s personal favorite, a really strong peppermint breath mint.”

“Breath mints?” Bronte asked with interest.

“Honey, you are so innocent,” Jacey laughed.

“Fuck you,” Bronte said, which made them all laugh harder.

“For blowjobs,” Mischa said. “They add a little extra to it.”

“You guys are so out of my league,” Bronte sighed.

“Don’t worry,” Mischa said. “As soon as Clint and I get back, Dee has plans for you.”

“If it involves all this kinky stuff, I think I’ll pass,” Bronte stated emphatically. They all grinned and laughed.

“So when will you get back?” Dee asked.

“We leave in the morning and head back on Saturday afternoon,” Mischa told them.

“When is your actual anniversary?” Bronte asked.

“Wednesday,” Mischa sighed.

“Umm, hump day,” Jacey added and they all snorted with laughter.

“To an amazing week.” Mischa held her glass up in a toast.

“An amazing week,” they all echoed.





Chapter Two




Mischa stretched in the passenger seat, arching her back and loving the way Clint automatically dropped his glance to her chest for a few seconds. She would never grow tired of her husband looking at her with such fire and passion in his eyes. He always wanted her, which was a great thing since she always wanted him too.

“Almost there?” Clint asked. He was great about the fact that she’d booked everything as a surprise. One of the many things she loved about him. He just rolled with it.

“It’s supposed to be about twenty-five miles from the last turnoff we made,” Mischa said, looking down at the directions she had printed. The agent she’d spoken with had warned her to print off directions as most people lost their cell reception out this far. There was a phone at the cabin if they needed it.

Some people would have been turned off at the idea of no technology for a week. But she and Clint loved it. They both had demanding jobs, so the idea that they were truly away for a week—as in work couldn’t reach them at all—was bliss. What better place to celebrate a year of being married to your best friend?

“This is the turn,” Mischa said and Clint only laughed when he had to stop and back up to make it. He knew how she was at giving directions and still made her navigator every time. “The cabin is at the end of this drive.”

“Finally,” Clint sighed and shifted his legs, drawing her attention to his lap.

It had been a long time since they’d done anything more than kiss in a car. She remembered when they were dating and had done so much more. With a wicked grin she undid her seatbelt and leaned over to nip his ear with her teeth while she released his. One hand slid down to rub and squeeze his cock through his shorts.

“Damn, honey,” Clint moaned. “We’re almost there.”

“Why wait?” She whispered the words against his ear as she used her hands to unbutton and lower his zipper. Reaching in, she took his hardening cock in her hands and began stroking it. “I remember when you would have given anything to have me suck you off in the car.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, shifting his legs to let her manipulate until his cock and balls were out.

Mischa gave a husky laugh and maneuvered in the seat so that she was reclined across him with her head in his lap and his rock-hard shaft right where she wanted it. She used her hand to shift him a little closer and ran her tongue over and around the wide head.