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  I slid it in further, and the hummingbird’s long slender bill, soft and jelly-like and vibrating furiously, rested right up against my clit. I pushed it in further, and the whole body, the wings spread, covered my clit.

  “Ohhhh Kelly!” I moaned, rocking my hips a little. “You do it, too.”

  “I am,” she whispered. “You can fuck yourself like this if you want—it feels really good. Just move it in and out.”

  I did, sliding the shaft through my wetness, moving the hummingbird over my clit again and again. My whole body felt flushed, and when I closed my eyes, I wondered what Kelly looked like, laying on her bed and fucking her pussy just like me.

  “It gets better, though.”

  “It can’t,” I breathed, fucking myself a little faster now.

  “You can make it go faster or slower, by pushing the buttons,” she explained. “One controls the vibration. The other rotates the beads.”

  I had forgotten about the beads. I pressed the other button on, and they began to rotate inside of me, slowly at first, then faster as I kept pushing and pushing the button.

  “Oh!” I cried, half in surprise, half in pleasure. They were moving around and around inside, touching me in places I didn’t even know existed.

  “Yeah.” Kelly’s breath came even faster. “Do you like it?”

  “Oh yes!” I rocked my hips faster now, the vibrator shoved all the way into me.

  “You can get really good, and learn to control it with one hand,” Kelly murmured. “And then you can use your other hand to play with your nipples.”

  “Are you?” I imagined Kelly’s full breasts, her pink nipples.

  “Yeah,” she said. “Makes it that much better.”

  I tried it, shoving the vibrator into me with one hand, and moving my other hand over to tweak my hard nipples. I whimpered into the phone. “Ohhh, I really like that!”

  Kelly was breathing really fast now, and I could just hear the buzz of her vibrator moving. “Tara,” she whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m really close,” she panted. “Oh, it’s so fucking good, honey!”

  “Me, too.” I ground against the vibrator now, my hips lifting off the couch. “Oh, I’m almost there!”

  “Come on,” she murmured. “I want you to come with me.”

  “Ohhh, now, now! Kelly, now!” My orgasm took me by surprise, the force of it incredible, each spasm trying to force the vibrator out of me, but I held it in, riding it, bucking against it. I could hear her coming, too, moaning through the phone, and the sound of it was exciting—strange and familiar all at once.

  I dropped the phone for a moment, and it fell between the couch cushions. My ears were ringing, and things looked fuzzy. I don’t think I’d ever come so hard. I turned the vibrator off, my clit and pussy swollen, still feeling thick with it as I pulled it out. It was soaking wet with my juices and I rested it against my belly.

  I dug for the phone, finding it and putting it back to my ear. I could hear Kelly still panting. “Oh baby, yeah, I love it hard,” she whispered. I looked at the receiver for a moment. I knew she had come, I was sure of it—so what was she doing now?

  “Ohhhh Tara,” she murmured. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come again.”

  My face—my whole body—felt like it was on fire listening to her. I could hear her vibrator still, the sound of her voice, her breath, all moving toward climax. Come again? More than once? I reached down and pressed my hand between my legs, everything there still throbbing with my orgasm. My clit felt too sensitive to touch. Still, it felt good, rubbing my hand over my mound. Maybe—?

  “Ohhh fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, honey, I’m coming again for you!”

  “Yes,” I whispered into the phone, closing my eyes and imagining her hips thrusting into the air, her hand working the vibrator between her legs, her hand cupping and kneading her breast.

  We were quiet for a moment, and I listened to her breathing return to normal, still keeping my hand between my thighs, covering my mound.

  “Do you like your new toy?”

  I smiled. “I think I’m definitely gonna keep it.”

  “God, you were so hot,” she whispered. “I was so turned-on.”

  “Me, too,” I opened my eyes. “I can’t wait to show John.”

  Kelly laughed. “I can’t wait to hear about it!”

  “Hey…” I felt shy now, somehow. I knew we’d crossed over some invisible line, but I didn’t know what it meant. Talking about our sex lives was way different than doing what we just did. “Thanks for... um... showing me.”

  “My pleasure, sweetie,” Kelly replied. “Anytime.” I wondered what she meant, if that was just a casual remark, but I didn’t get a chance to ask.

  “Listen, I have to go get Taylor from preschool. Call me tomorrow and tell me how it all goes?”

  “I will.” I We hung up. I picked up the vibrator, which was still glistening with my juices. I couldn’t wait for John to come home.

  Of course, we ended up having a fight. It was just some stupid thing, about who was supposed to bring the cans in on garbage day, but neither of us was in the mood to talk to each other let alone have sex by the time we climbed into bed. I just left my new toy tucked into my night table and didn’t say anything about it.

  I fell right asleep, and probably would have slept the whole night through without hearing John, but I woke up from a dream about Kelly. It was almost like waking from a nightmare, jolted, eyes wide, but my hands were between my legs, my pussy pulsing in response. I realized it was a wet dream, and I remembered Kelly was lying on the bench in the locker room at the gym, her legs spread. I had her vibrator in my hand, and I was fucking her with it. She kept asking me to use my tongue, but I was afraid.

  I woke up hearing her moaning in my head as she climaxed, and realized that the bed was shaking—it wasn’t just me. John was masturbating. I smiled, closing my eyes again, listening to his hand shuttle up and down his shaft. He was unaware of me, I knew. He was too used to me sleeping through it all.

  “Oh, yeah, baby, spread that ass for me,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, getting into his fantasy. My hand was still tucked between my legs, and I edged my finger between my lips as I listened to him, searching out my clit.

  “Come on, let me lick it.” His hand moved faster, the bed vibrating. The thought of John licking pussy from behind was exciting. “Let me shove my tongue in your ass.”

  My finger froze against my clit and I think I even stopped breathing. Where was he imagining putting his tongue? His breathing was very fast, and I heard him grunt and stop moving. I knew, from listening to him before, that he hadn’t come. He waited a few moments, and I listened to his breath slow while I nudged my clit with my finger, thinking about what I’d just heard.

  His hand started moving again, and I strained to hear him whispering in the dark. My finger was rolling around my clit now, rubbing it in circles.

  “You want that tongue, baby?” he murmured. “I love your little asshole.”

  I found myself aching to play with my new toy, to feel it filling me again, that heavenly vibration running all through me. Of course, I couldn’t do that and still hear John. I remembered what Kelly had said at the gym, about “rolling over and helping him.”

  “Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he moaned, and I could hear that his cock was slick.

  I rolled toward him and I heard him stop. He was trying to control his breathing. I waited for a moment and he started again, whispering something else I couldn’t hear. My pussy was aching, and I edged a little closer to him, touching my legs and feet to his.

  He stopped again, turning his head toward me. “Tara?” he whispered.

  “Yeah,” I murmured, sliding a hand over his hard, flat belly under the covers. His hand was still wrapped around his stiff cock and I moved my hand over his, sliding up and down. “Don’t stop.”

  “I—” He started to say something but I leaned over and licked his nipple.

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p; “I love listening to you touch yourself,” I whispered, tracing circles in the dark.

  He moaned, his hand moving again, moving my hand with his, up and down his shaft.

  “That’s so hot,” I whispered. “You make me so wet.”

  He groaned again, turning his face to me and searching for my mouth. I kissed him, our tongues mingled wetness and heat.

  “I want to show you something.” I leaned over and pulled open my night table drawer. I found the vibrator, and switched on the low light next to the bed. John was squinting at me, and I smiled as I turned back to him, holding my toy.

  His jaw dropped. Then he grinned. “Wow.”

  “Do you wanna watch me play?” I pressed the button and made the little hummingbird vibrate. “You can play, too, while you watch me. Maybe we can come together.”

  His eyes went from me to the vibrator. “Yeah.”

  I leaned back, my pussy facing him, lifting my t-shirt so he could see. He rolled onto his elbow, and the sheet slipped off his hips, and I could see his hand moving slowly up his shaft.

  “This part vibrates,” I explained. “This little bird.” I pressed it to my clit, turning it up a little higher and moaning. “And when you put it inside,” I said, sliding the pink tip deep into me. “It rests right against my clit.”

  “Nifty invention,” he breathed. “How long have you had it?”

  “It came this afternoon.” I started moving the vibrator in my pussy. I watched John’s eyes. He was transfixed, his hand moving faster over his cock.

  “Mmm, and did you come this afternoon, too?”

  “Yes.” I flushed, remembering Kelly. “But there’s more.”

  “Does it slice and dice, too?” He grinned at me and I giggled.

  “If I press this button, these little beads rotate.” I turned it on and felt them beginning to move inside of me. The sensation was incredible and I moved my hips with it.

  “Damn,” John whispered as he watched me. “That’s hot.”

  “It makes me come really hard.” I moved it deeper inside of me, pressing the vibrating hummingbird close so the wings spread wide over my clit.

  “Lemme see,” John murmured, watching my hand working between my legs. My eyes drifted to his cock, the tip red and wet with pre-cum, his hand pumping it faster now.

  I edged the vibrator up a notch, using one hand while I tugged at my nipples with the other. John groaned, his hand flying over his cock now, as I thrust my hips up, moaning and grinding.

  “Oh, God,” I said, seeing him jerk his cock through half-closed eyes. “Oh, I’m gonna come!”

  “Yeah,” he breathed. “Oh fuck, Tara! You’re so hot!”

  “Ohhhhhh!! Yes, yes! Oh, John!” I came hard, bucking my hips and fucking myself deep with the toy. John grunted, his cock spasming in his hand as he came, waves of hot cum bursting from the tip and running down the shaft.

  I slid the vibrator out of my pussy, and John reached for it. He looked at it from a few angles, turning it over in his hand.

  “That was a surprise.” His eyes slipped back down to my wetness.

  “A good surprise?” I sat up on my elbows and looked at him. He nodded, smiling, reaching for me, and I went to him.

  “You really like hearing me jerk-off?”

  I nodded against his chest. “I’ve been listening at night,” I admitted. “Sometimes I touch myself, too.”

  “Really?” He sounded shocked. I just nodded again. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

  I looked at the vibrator in his hand and smiled.

  He didn’t know the half of it.

  Chapter Four

  “Maybe I should just tell him I know about the calls,” I said, jumping off the Stairmaster.

  Kelly grabbed her towel off the elliptical machine and followed me toward the free weights. “I don’t know, Tara. Do you want to have a confrontation? Because I think he’s going to get defensive, no matter how you bring it up.”

  “No, I don’t want a fight.” I sighed, picking up two five pound weights, one in each hand, and sitting on a bench. “I want...”

  What did I want? I watched Kelly as she took one ten pound weight in both hands, lifting it over her head and then dropping her hands behind her back, aiming the weight between her shoulder blades. She did this over and over, a fluid motion, and I could see the muscles in her upper arms working, her full breasts shifting under her t-shirt. The guy next to us was doing arm curls and his gaze was on her, too. I gave him a look and he averted his eyes.

  My thoughts turned back to John. I had believed that bringing my new toy into our sex life would spice things up—and it had. But John was still as quiet as ever about what he wanted, what his fantasies might be. He seemed willing enough to go along with things if they were my idea, but he wasn’t volunteering anything.

  “I want him to talk to me,” I finished, beginning to do arm curls, looking at Kelly out of the corner of my eye. “But I tried, again, to get him to tell me something. That night, after the, uh... you know.”

  Kelly brought the weight in front of her, grinning. “How do you like your new toy?” she asked, grabbing another ten pound dumbbell and sitting next to me. Her thigh brushed up against mine as she balanced her arm against her leg, starting to do her own arm curl sets. She had a lot more muscle than I did, and could curl double the amount of weight.

  “It’s, uh... fun,” I replied, feeling my face burning. I refused to look in the mirror, but I knew I was blushing. “Anyway, he still won’t share anything with me. It’s like the minute I start talking about it, he just clams up. I don’t get it.”

  “But he’s still making calls?” Kelly asked, stopping to look at me. I nodded. “Then maybe you should just keep listening. I mean, at least that way you’ll know what he really wants...”

  I sighed. “It just feels wrong.”

  Kelly smiled. “Sometimes when it feels wrong, it’s really, really right.” The pressure of her bare thigh against mine was increasing, rubbing against me.

  “Maybe,” I said, standing up and going to put my weights back.

  Kelly put hers back below mine. “Just give him some time. Ease him into things. Keep introducing something new every time you have sex.”

  “I am,” I said, smiling. “He thinks I’m full of surprises, lately.”

  Kelly flicked her towel at me, grinning as she walked past. “You are.”

  —

  We went out that night, a Christmas party for his office. I usually hated these, with all the office girls crowding around John, making a fuss over him, jostling him under the mistletoe if they got a chance. His office seemed weighted with women and every year there was too much alcohol and too much skin, as far as I was concerned.

  This year, I decided that if I couldn’t beat them, I was going to join them. I bought myself a little red satin dress, sleeveless and short—shorter than anything I’d owned before. I didn’t wear stockings with it, just a pair of black panties, and no bra. It was pretty low-cut, although I didn’t have enough cleavage to make it stand out that much. When I came down the stairs, John did a double take from the couch, putting down his paper and staring at me.

  “You’re gonna be cold,” he told me, getting my coat from the closet.

  “No, see,” I said, picking up a sheer mesh shawl I’d left on the table and putting it over my shoulders.

  He snorted. “I doubt that will keep you warm.”

  I smiled as he helped me on with my coat. “Well, you can... help keep me warm.”

  He kissed my neck, exposed because my long dark hair was put up, making me shiver. “I just might take you up on that later.”

  Kelly and Chris pulled their little Escort in next to John’s dark blue Beemer Roadster just after we arrived.

  “I thought you weren’t coming,” I called out to Kelly, pulling my coat together against the wind.

  “Miss a night out of the house without the kidlet?” Kelly said, taking Chris’ hand and tugging him wi
th her toward me.

  “Plus there’s the free booze,” Chris added, grinning.

  “It’s all on me,” John said, taking my hand and starting toward the restaurant.

  John had rented an entire room and hired a DJ—it looked like a set-up for a wedding, minus all the favors. There were probably thirty people there already, although we were a little early, and they were standing around with drinks in their hands or sitting at tables and talking. I let John take my coat and Kelly’s eyes widened when she saw me.

  “What?” I asked, touching my cleavage, afraid I was falling out.

  “That dress,” she said, her eyes dipping below the hem. “Holy cow. I saw it on the hanger and all but... wow!”

  “Can I agree without getting hit over the head with a handbag?” Chris asked, smiling and putting his arms around Kelly from behind.

  I flushed. “Thanks. I like yours, too,” I said, admiring how Kelly’s black velvet dress made her hair look even redder in contrast.

  We found our seats and ordered a bottle of wine. John came over and joined us for a while, but then went off again. Thank God he let me invite Kelly and Chris, because otherwise I wouldn’t have known a soul!

  “Shouldn’t you be mingling with John?” Kelly had to practically yell now over the music.

  I shrugged, looking over to where John was standing with a drink in his hand, surrounded by four women who seemed to be talking at once.

  “Ooo! This is my favorite song!” Kelly said, turning to tug at Chris’ sleeve. “Chris, dance with me!” Chris had found a guy next to him to talk football with and he waved her away. She made a face, standing and holding out her hand to me. “Come on,” she said.

  “Me? In this?” I indicated the dress.

  “How do you think you show it off?” She grinned as she pulled me out onto the dance floor. I followed Kelly’s motions, raising my arms above my head like she was, and moving my hips around like hers. She smiled, and then closed her eyes, letting her body sway to the music. It was a hot, sexy beat, and she ground her hips with it like she was fucking someone. It made me flush just to watch her, and I found myself remembering that day on the phone, listening to her come.