PLAYTIME – CHAP. XVI –

GETTING A LITTLE KINKY…

Candlelight lit the bathroom with a soft yellow glow while Mary relaxed in the tub. Four days had elapsed since John left on business and she’d had nobody to sleep with, the house to herself. The Toys were both busy with work, couldn’t come over in the middle of the week. Actually, she didn’t mind, since she had determined to go a couple of days – if I can! – without sex.
This is the longest time in the past two months I’ve been by myself here, she thought. AND the longest time without sex.
I’m perfectly capable of enjoying my own body now. I’ve got toys when I want them, triple-X DVDs, and my computer has hundreds of websites for anything I want to see. Or learn from.
In the past, her need for sex always outstripped John’s, which eventually drove a wedge of strained communication between them…. which led to that degrading scene of her begging for sex about every three weeks when the hormones built up.
No more!

Now, things were different between them, thanks to her cute little bitch-friend Kelly who started it all with her Christmas party joke, and her new Toy James, and their new way of thinking.

But I’ve been amply rewarded by her, and so has John, too. That pretty cunt had no idea what she was starting. My god, I still can’t believe the things I’ve done with her, let alone with James’ dick. And I can’t believe I’m actually thinking of terms of calling a dear friend a cunt! James is the first one to see me naked since, like, forever, other than John. And John is just freaking me out now with how sensual this has made him. It’s so cool to be with him now, even more than the first few years we were married. Wow, I can’t even believe I’m thinking in words like bitch and cunt! I know this turns John on, so it ain’t gonna stop! Mr. Big Dick has two cunts at his beck-and-call now, two bitches to play with.
That was so scary and so fun teasing James in the living room by showing him my boobs and he didn’t think I knew it…. then stripping on the bed that first time with him standing right there watching. What a thrill to strip for a new man. Maybe I’m an exhibitionist at heart …maybe I’m a lesbo too?! I think I’m gonna have to really give Kelly a good time the next chance I get. She astounds me.
She remembered the honeymoon, when he had taken her four times during the night. Or four times that she had taken him. They had planned together to “fuck our brains out” and were pleased to wake up the next morning and find out they still had a semblance of cognition.

John was due home any minute. She was horny and deliberately had avoided masturbating for two nights in a row. She tipped up the second bottle of Rolling Rock as she lounged in the tub, toying idly with her pink aureolas, trying to make them pop up, and imagining the scene a couple weeks ago when John had her lie on Kelly and he fucked them both over and over, the girl sucking her tits. Oh, gotta stop this – or I’m gonna jack off….

She heard the door open downstairs, the noisy entrance as John yelled his corny “Honey, I’m home!”
He’s such a goofy freak. Fingers tightened on her nipples and the pain flowed to her kegel muscles. Ummmm.

Her husband came into the bathroom with two Rolling Rocks, took a big swig as he looked down at her. “I missed you,” he said, glancing from her eyes to her breasts as she focused his attention there, deliberately cupped them and rolled fingers over the erect nipples. She looked up at him – “and parts of me have missed you,” she said with a smile as her hand strayed from her nipple to the water covering her waist. John leaned down to kiss her, tasted beer and wet lips. “You’ve been drinking. Here, have another, let’s get drunk.”
“Wanta join me?”
“If the Queen wants a hot stud in the tub with her, then I think that’s what she’ll get,” smiling his wide Cheshire Cat grin. He knew she always found new ways to spice up sex between them now, and it was about time to get a piece of ass, since he’d been gone for almost a week.
The Queen knew what to do.

She raised the bottle to her lips and downed a good third, slid her open mouth down over the bottle. Pursed her lips tight, paused at the top and sucked her cheeks in. Opened her mouth, extended her tongue and licked the top of the bottle. Mary tipped the bottle and drank deeply, taking in another third. If I get drunk enough, and quickly, I think I’m gonna get real kinky. John watched in awe as she gulped and play-sucked the Rolling Rock. He drank up, too. “Get me another beer and then I’ll give you a treat,” she taunted. This is just too terrific, he thought, she’s naked, drunk and wants more beer. And I’m horny as hell. He finished his beer on the way to the kitchen, opened another and chugged half of it by the time he got back to the bathroom. John handed another bottle to his wife. “C’mon, be my Bitch, show me what you got,” she slurred as her tongue ran over her teeth and she took another long drink. She was working on her fourth, and normally three got her a little wild.
He finished his second bottle in record time. Coat and tie stripped off, pants dropped in record time, his manhood standing out gloriously as she watched with gleaming eyes. He climbed into the tub and Mary noticed a drop of pre-come already on his slit. She recalled a video she’d viewed as she surfed the porn websites last night, something about glory holes.
It seems that some adult bookstores have holes in the wall between the private video booths, called “glory holes”. Some booths are marked Women, some Men.