I suspect I’m not the only one who knows what it’s like to literally have no time for sex. Life boils and pleasure remains on the second or third plan. But my husband, apparently, knows me to the bone – today I received a message: “You are gonna get raped.” A shiver ran down my spine and my smile doubled just before the conference started.
I rushed home faster than usual. Unfortunately, he was not home, there were only the suitcases standing in the corridor reminding me that we would have to leave again soon. We are taking a trip across half of the country. We are going on holidays to the countryside. Maybe not my dream weekend, but if our friends invite us… Without wasting time, I jumped into the shower. I got a little carried away playing with me in front of the mirror because I didn’t notice him coming home. I felt a kiss on my bare shoulder, and while taking a shower, he just said: “Beautiful, beautiful… I’ll be right away.”
He got ready while I packed the food and soon we were in the car. The hustle of the city was finally behind us. He stroked my thigh lightly.
– I have something for you… – he said after a long pause.
– What is it? – I was excited.
-…a gift, – he smiled and I felt that it would not be so easy.
I kept guessing what it could be.
– Are you wearing panties? Take the off…, – he ordered without waiting for my answer.
– What are you thinking of doing? – he awakened intrigue in me.
– You’ll see…
I gave him a suspicious look but obeyed. Waving the panties in my hands, I received another task – to take a gift from the back seat. It wasn’t difficult. He smiled confidently. I was smiling too, but I felt embarrassed. The luxurious-looking black box was strangely heavy. It slowly opened it. I saw impatience in his eyes. I carefully removed the cap and… I was really expecting something else, but I was pleasantly surprised. I looked at him in disbelief, then at the beautiful black thing in the box. I timidly stroked the soft, oddly shaped vibrator with my fingertips and he encouraged me to unpack it all the way.
My hands were shaking with excitement. As soon as he turned on the vibration mode, lust flooded my sex-starved body. I studied the toy and considered its possibilities.
My husband quickly enriched my wild thoughts with technical data: two motors, a bunch of settings, a remote control and even an app on the phone! I realized how carefully he had chosen it, and it became a bit funny that such a natural process becomes so… smart. I turned it off, gave him a thank you kiss on the cheek and was about to pack it back but he stopped me. I was confused. I have to try it here? Now?…
The road was quite monotonous and I was already pantyless and a bit aroused… He advised me to lower the seat a bit and push it back to resemble a lying position. It seems all I had to do was follow his instructions. He had planned all this long ago. He took the pen-shaped remote while I pressed the bigger end of the two-part vibrator into my palm. I soon got comfortable, spread my legs and turned on the toy. A shiver ran through my body again. Lifting the dress a little, I pressed the large end to my freshly shaved pussy. The vibration flowed pleasantly through my body and he again started to caress my bare thigh.
I quickly got wet from the strong vibration. He continued to look at me with satisfaction and I didn’t have to tell him how much I liked it – the quiet moans betrayed me. As I heated up, I wanted more. I began to push the bigger end where it was supposed to be – in my vagina. His eyes glistened and I spread my legs even wider and moaned softly as I pushed the throbbing device deeper. I thought that the second, smaller end was a little annoying at first, but as my inner muscles embraced the bigger end, the first one found its place on its own and stimulated my clitoris with heavenly ease.
I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes and enjoyed it. I tried to relax, but my peace was soon interrupted by stronger vibrations. Now I understood the magic of the remote control. I bit my lip and confirmed my pleasure with a look in his eyes. As he increased the intensity of the vibration again, so did my sensations. I stopped trying to control myself. I rocked my hips in the chair and grabbed my breasts, rubbing my hard nipples through thin bra.
I don’t know what he did next, but the look of satisfaction on his face at being allowed to control the process was something indescribable. I sunk into the car seat and it seemed like there would be no end. Without closing my eyes, I tried as much as possible to maintain eye contact, and very soon I reached a strong orgasm. That feeling… Something I couldn’t control vibrating inside me at full speed… I finally couldn’t take it anymore and asked him to stop. I held my breath, my body still shaking from the subsiding vibrations. Obviously proud of himself, he turned it off and demonstratively stuffed the remote into his shirt pocket. I turned off the vibrator and was still panting, wondering if the seat is wet under me, because if it was, we would have to stop someplace quiet…