...She smiled when she saw the book. It would never go out of fashion—The Complete Illustrated Kama Sutra. It deserved re-reading. If anything could jump start their sex lives, this was it.
Jodi opened the hardbound volume. The pages were still crisp and bright after all these years. They’d laughed at the illustrated drawings when they’d first bought the book, then proceeded to try every position they could—some with laughable results. Ever-diligent Hank had placed a tiny checkmark beside those they’d tried and stars next to the positions they were successful at.
She set the book in the middle of their big bed. They could giggle over the possibilities tonight under the covers…maybe try out one or two. Returning to the sex toys, Jodi opened the plastic bag that contained the ten-inch plastic dildo. It was a wonder they hadn’t worn it out all those years ago. They’d called it George—the semi-invisible third in their ménage fantasies. With the kids grown and gone, there was no reason to hide any of this anymore. Not that there was a reason in the first place.
All the kids had been taught to respect one another’s privacy. As they grew older, they also knew what Mom and Dad taking an afternoon nap meant. But she and Hank couldn’t have anticipated all that when the first child came along. They’d had high notions of parenting, doing the right thing, setting the example. Fortunately, they’d chilled out by the time number two child came along. But the chest of sex toys remained relegated to the attic, tucked away and forgotten until young Amy started rummaging around for moving boxes a few days ago.
“Welcome back, buddy. Want to play?” Suddenly, nothing was more enticing. She twisted open the end. Two double-D batteries were needed. There were some in the kitchen drawer. “You stay here and I’ll be right back.”
She tossed the dildo on the bed next to the book and ran toward the stairs. Her open robe caught on the post at the top, yanking her to an abrupt halt. Jodi lost her balance and fell. Fabric ripped as she skidded down the first two steps. She lay there for a few seconds, blessing the fact she wasn’t hurt, other than a few bruises.
“What’s wrong with you? You act like you haven’t had sex in ages,” she scolded herself. They had a healthy and active sex life. It might not have been as adventurous as in their youth, but it was still very satisfying.
Jodi hoisted herself to her feet. Nothing broken except her pride and the robe. Why was she even wearing the robe? She could walk naked through the house now if she wanted to. There was no one to see.
Her internal censor kicked in. What if the UPS driver delivered a package? What if one of the utility meter readers showed up today? Weren’t the kitchen curtains open? It was a straight view from the Leonard house into the one behind it. Maybe Sally or—God forbid—Bob had taken the day off from work like Jodi had. What if they saw her? That news would spread through the neighborhood like wildfire. Bob was the biggest gossip, and Sally wasn’t much better. The last thing she needed was one of them watching her traipse through the house naked. She could probably survive the fallout and jokes, but not those knowing looks from Bob.
The robe stayed on.
Jodi took the steps one at a time, hand balanced on the rail like a good, safety-conscious woman. The batteries were right where they should be—in the drawer next to the back door, along with two flashlights. She pulled them from the blister pack and was tossing the package in trash when she spied Bob cleaning his pool.
He glanced up, like he’d been looking for her, and lifted a smile and wave her way. Jodi waved back, pocketed the batteries, made sure the back door was locked, and hurried back to her bedroom. If the son-of-a-bitch knocked, she’d ignore him and feign sickness.
Seeing George poised and ready for action put a smile back on Jodi’s face. She flopped onto the bed, inserted the batteries, and turned him on. The gentle hum sent a shiver through her. She leaned back and rubbed the tip between her labia.
Her clit perked up. The moisture in her pussy thickened. Lost in bliss, Jodi traced her folds, toyed with her clitoris, and shoved the dildo deep. The only thing better would have been Hank’s hand guiding it. He’d twirl it inside, then suckle her clit between his lips. He’d bring her to the edge of orgasm and maybe slide away to tease her. Then he’d wait until the rush subsided, biding his time with licks and kisses to her inner thighs and belly, or a finger plunged into her ass, while he continued to work George to his fullest potential.
Or he might slide the dildo where his finger had been and seat his beautiful cock deep into her cunt. Lips, tongue, and teeth would find her nipples then, making them harder, longer…making them ache.
Jodi brushed her fingers over her breasts, twirling the hard beads between thumb and forefinger the way Hank often did.
“Wait a minute…”
Setting George aside, she leaned over the edge of the bed to look inside the chest. There, nestled in the bottom corner, was exactly what she needed—nipple clamps...