"My Reawakening.. Kinky Thoughts and Dirty Desires" Chapter 2...

Pulling into the driveway I noticed Dan’s car nowhere to be found. It was seven o'clock at night and normally this type of thing would agitate me knowing I have been running around all day for him, but I was still feeling on top of the world from yesterday’s intense experience at the plastic surgeons and it didn’t faze me a bit.

Walking in the house I threw my keys in the silver plated dish that sits on top of the cherry finished credenza, placed the mail on top and hung the dry cleaning on the knob of the coat closet to the right as I made my way into the kitchen. I slid my purse off my left shoulder onto the granite counter top and freed up the three plastic bags of groceries that hung on my right arm.

After putting away the food, and eating a half caprese Panini, I opened a bottle of red wine, grabbed a glass and headed for the bath as Dan was walking in.

“Hi sweetheart, how was your day at the office?”

“Aahh you know same old stuff. Are you heading to bed?” he asked putting down his briefcase and taking off his suit jacket.

With a smirk I held my arm up that held the wine and glass. “No I have a date with the Jacuzzi, care to join me?” I asked knowing full well what his response would be.

“Not tonight I have to finish a few more things before tomorrows meeting. I’ll see you up there in a bit.”

“Ok. I didn’t have time to make dinner, pizza’s in the fridge if you’re hungry.” I said on my way up the stairs to our bedroom.

I lit candles along the sink, window pane, vanity, two floor standing holders in the corner and along three sides of the bath, leaving only the front side untouched for me to get in and out. The room was illuminated as I hit the light switch and the warmth increased throughout as the wicks continued to burn.

Stripping down I submerged every inch into the hot steaming bath with only my head out resting back and the tranquility taking me into deep relaxation. Peacefully I lay motionless with my eyes closed and sweat trickling down my forehead as the combination of heat from the candles and bath smothered me. After about ten minutes silence broke when the whirlpool was turned on and the velvety Pinot noir that had pleasured my palette was now having a tingling effect on my senses.

Closing my eyes I began to fantasize about Beth Ann, it was she that was master flee coordinating this sexual journey. The jets seemed to have a mind of their own as they vigorously moved between my legs, targeting my pleasure spot and stirring up tingling sensations that quickly reached exponential levels. With relentless pressure my pelvic thrusts were no match. My mind was screaming out for more, as if in a dream or controlled by another. My hand assumed the caressing position on my thigh and quickly the raging streams of water joined in their attack. My fingers were working with fervor and my other hand was pinching my hardened nipples, which sent shock waves right through me to my clit. Reaching new sexual heights with each passing minute. More…more…my mind was screaming. Floating in a utopia of sexual ecstasy for what must have been five or ten minutes. My vision of Beth Ann was more vivid, observing me, encouraging me, and pushing me, while she was caressing herself. I watched her as she pulled her hand away from her clit, was she finished, were we done? Suddenly she thrust her fingers inside, together we shrieked, as two fingers of mine entered me, forcefully and unexpectedly controlled by her. My body was writhing and twitching, my knees jerked back to ease the pressure, but soon others joined the two until I could take no more. My muscles clamped around these welcomed intruders and simultaneously they rocked back and forth. YESSSSSSSS I moaned!!!!

A splash of water opened my eyes. My sexual voyage had caused a waterfall from the tub to the floor. Paralyzed I lay there, not wanting to move and reliving each minute. I didn’t care about the water or what Dan had heard, in my mind I was already craving more. Something had come over me in the last 24hrs that had me aroused every minute of the day. I had gone from rarely having sexual desire to feeling like I need it as much as I need air to breathe. I was enjoying every second of the new me that had been unleashed.

Getting out of the bath I lathered myself from head to toe with a fruit scented lotion and slid on a satin red slip that was very low cut in the front and crisscrossed in the back showing a lot of bare skin. Dan used to always tell me how much he loved me in red and how sexy I looked in this particular piece and I hoped this new approach could help spark his interest.

An hour later Dan and I both sat in bed reading in silence. I was pretty sure he had heard me in the bath and almost wished he would call me out on it. Say something. Anything. How as a man could he act numb to the entire episode?
Sporadically I glanced over hoping he would notice me, and what I was wearing, but no luck. How could a couple so happy and in love let their relationship fall so far down hill; resulting in us living like roommates?

I must have starred at the same pages in my book for nearly fifteen minutes analyzing our marriage and of course still horny as ever. I found it odd that several days ago I wanted nothing more than to rekindle our passion and make love like we did for so many years. However, at this point I didn't mind if we only connected in a moment of complete drunkenness, I had no interest in sweet and sensual I wanted to be ravished.

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I woke to the sound of lawnmowers and hedge trimmers and rolled over to find Dan already gone without even a kiss goodbye, reconfirming where our relationship stood. It was ok though, at least for the moment, I felt reawakened and anxious to start living my life for me (no longer my husband), and a couple of days from now was the perfect opportunity to celebrate and let loose during our lady's weekend into the city. Truth is it was really for my girlfriend Heathers 40th, but we thought it would be a good excuse to get away with our other friends Mel and Kimmy and have some fun.

The four of us have been best friends almost eight years now. Heather and I met at one of our husbands company golf tournaments and have been attached at the hip ever sense. Mel and Kimmy I met at the art gallery many years ago. They were frequent flyers fascinated by our latest collections and me being the social butterfly that I am enjoyed talking their ears off when moments presented themselves.

The sun was cheerfully shining and the graceful humming from the birds filled the air as I emerged from bed. I wasted no time pulling back my thick blonde hair into an elastic band and dressing in my workout attire for my mental exercise I looked forward to every morning. I looped through the neighborhoods, taking in all I had to be grateful for, collecting my thoughts and compiling my to do list for the day before finishing my four-mile route and returning home.

I finished my bowl of vanilla yogurt and fresh fruit and headed for the shower before conquering a new day filled with preparation for the weekend. I could still feel the sweat as I undressed and noticed it glistening all over my body as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Studying myself I felt sexy and it provoked arousal as I visualized Beth Ann looking at me up close and naked, wanting to personally get to know every inch of what she sees.

Not working this week at the gallery worked out perfectly giving me ample time to run my errands and take care of several high-priority tasks for Dan, in Dan’s dictionary high-priority consisting of dropping off some legal papers to the lawyer that he drives by on his way to the office, picking up his favorite suites from the drycleaners, and picking up his medication from the drugstore.

Feeling empowered I broke the viscous cycle and focused on what I needed to accomplish for myself. My first destination was the mall where I shopped for several new outfits at Neiman Marcus (including shoes and purses), purchased the perfume and bronzer I was low on, bought a new two piece bathing suit with low rise bottoms that revealed more than usual, took my mother to lunch and managed to get a last minute appointment for a bikini wax.

Rather tired from all my hard work I had no motivation to do anything for Dan, but I mustered up my last bit of energy to take a short period of the afternoon to be my husbands slave. I drove from the lawyers to the cleaners and finished at the drugstore close to home. After grabbing the prescriptions I made my way through the isles towards the front entrance and redirected as I remembered I was almost out of deodorant.

I wondered the store for the feminine hygiene section and as I made visual contact with the large assortment of antiperspirants a medium size pink box caught my attention that I had recalled seeing in many of magazines, Durex Play Pure Fantasy. It was a personal massager designed for “pure sensual pleasure”. I turned to my right and then my left to see if anyone else was in the isle before picking up the package to read more details. The back of the box had very little descriptive information to read; yet the anticipation of using it was getting me all worked up. I was intrigued given the state of arousal I was experiencing, it said it had multi-speed and if it was anything like the Jacuzzi jets I was pretty sure it could be my new intimate friend. Too timid to go to the main checkout and chance someone seeing I picked up the box and the deodorant and revisited the pharmacy to make the purchase.

It was quarter to five when I walked in the door. I threw my bags on the floor and plopped my butt on the couch to veg and catch up on a few shows before making dinner. I pressed play to see the latest drama on General Hospital and within the first ten minutes a very mild twenty second sensual seen of kissing and over the clothes groping took place with one of the couples that I’m embarrassed to admit was enough to bring my friend to life and needing to be touched. I wasn’t sure when Dan would be home, but liked the idea of him possibly walking in to me getting off. Who knows maybe my reawakening, kinky thoughts and dirty desires is exactly what he has been waiting for.

I ran over to the bag and pulled out the box. Stripped off my shorts near the couch and sat back down with my legs spread open and my feet relaxed on the coffee table. The entire process was getting me more worked up so pulling my panties to the side I took a few seconds to fiddle down there to hold me over until I got my fix, and oh boy did it feel good! It was instant gratification and had me oozing. With mixed emotions part of me wanted to keep going, and the other clearly wanted Ms. Pure Fantasy to take me all the way, but with all my will power I put the pleasure on pause. Ripping open the box, I then had a second step of pulling it out of the plastic bubble pack before I could get to the little sucker. Finally in my hand I threw the packaging to the floor, leaned back against the couch and placed it against me. I looked down to see the on position, closed my eyes and twisted it into first gear. But you can imagine the bombshell that was thrown at me when the damn thing didn’t start! Was this really happening? I twisted to the right, then back towards the left until I was all of a sudden holding two pieces. Ugh it needed batteries!

I didn’t want to get up I was too close to the main event. Quickly looking around my eyes came to a screeching holt as they saw the remote control. Bingo! I switched the batteries; once again laid back in relief and this time my twist was a success.

Beginning on low speed I placed the tip against the outside and on the first try had hit the perfect spot that sent me full speed towards climax. It was too soon, I didn’t want it to end that fast so I pulled away and inserted the first four inches of the vibrator inside of me. Slowly I moved it in and out, then in….and out, wow I had been missing out for so long and should have tried a vibrator a LONG time ago. Increasing the speed I pushed it further in and kept it there as I moved it in a circular motion.

I could feel my juices flowing down to the crack of my butt. I closed my eyes continuing the circular motion while pulling it in and out. Teasing myself every other second when it hit my clit as it swirled around. The blinds were all open and I imagined being watched by complete strangers taking my stimulation to the next level. Thoughts soared until the stranger was now Nurse Beth Ann viewing from afar. My wrist and arm were working harder and harder until it was Beth Ann in between my legs controlling this magic wand and creating sensations beyond imagination. Concentrating deeply on the pleasure I twisted it into full speed, pumped it as fast as I could until at last I was convulsing, my inside muscles were uncontrollably tightening around the vibrator and I was squirting all over.

After about thirty seconds I pulled it out and shut it off. My legs fell to the sides even further as my entire body and mind turned to jello. My heart rate and breathing gradually decreased as I sat half naked in a comatose. A spark of energy came over me after what seemed like five minutes or so. Feeling rejuvenated I started to pull myself together as my hand grazed the massager and heat rushed through my pussy again. Reaching down and feeling my saturated panties I decided to go for round two and plugged my fingers inside of me and closed my eyes to focus on the sensation. It began slow and as I got a good rhythm the momentum grew until my attention was diverted as the garage door started opening. Rapidly I jumped up, slipped my shorts back on, and threw the packaging and toy under the couch just as Dan came through the door.

“Didn’t expect to see you on the couch at this time of day, everything ok?” Dan asked.

“Couldn’t be better,” I said catching my breath.

Trying to be invisible I sat quietly pretending to watch tv as Dan remained at the front door briefly looking at the mail and then placing two envelopes into his briefcase that was resting against the credenza. My legs were crossed and panties doused, I couldn’t seem to shake the arousal and found myself ever so slightly moving my legs to produce further secret sensations.

“So,” he said loosening his tie and moving to the entrance of the living room. “Anything planned for dinner?”

“Oh ya…I’m sorry lost track of time I will get it started in a few minutes. If you want to go change and relax I don’t mind coming to get you when it’s ready.” I suggested as I shut off the television hoping I could persuade him to leave.

Say yes! Say yes! Come on say yes and go upstairs I repeated internally.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I had,” he said following me into the kitchen.

I attempt to make a conversation with my husband at least four days a week trying to create a connection. Most of the time he is in his own little world and I may as well be talking to a wall. The remainder of the time I get one-word answers until I finally lose patience and walk away. But today, at this moment he decides to turn over a new leaf and open up to me…just great!

Pulling ingredients from the fridge and cabinets I threw them on the counter to whip up the quickest penne alla vodka I possibly could.


“We bought the company I had mentioned several months ago and…” I heard him say as I cut up some tomatoes and tuned out. I don’t know if he had too much coffee or what but he was a complete chatterbox.

Hmm how could I get the stuff from under the couch without Dan seeing? Maybe I could even sneak into the bathroom and finish off. Mmmm that would be perfect I bet I could finish within a couple minutes. Too bad it wasn’t smaller how nice it would be to have it quietly buzzing away in my panties while I am making dinner. Ha that would make housework quite enjoyable, I thought and smiled from within.

“Its crazy right?” Dan said looking for agreement.

“Yes completely.” I said clueless as to what he was talking about.

“Are you sure you are ok? You seem distracted?”

I stood stirring the sauce and waiting for the pasta to cook. My panties were becoming damper as I fantasized and continued making movements that rubbed me just right. If Dan weren’t home I would shove my hand down my pants right here, right now. Damn I needed to stop getting myself so hot and bothered all I was doing was torturing myself.

“Kris? What is going on?”

“Nothing really…I’m just a little tired that’s all.”

Dan looked unsure if he believed me. “I’m going to change out of these clothes. I will be back down in a few minutes for dinner.”

I listened to the footsteps all the way up the stairs and down the hall before placing the spoon on the counter and scurrying into the living room. I yanked the packaging and pleasure toy from under the couch and ran back to the kitchen. Opening the trash compactor I ruffled up a bunch of trash threw the evidence in and placed all the garbage back on top. Closing it I realized I still needed to hide my new best friend and headed towards the hall, then froze still in the kitchen as Dan’s footsteps returned.

“Hey hun have you seen my slippers,” Dan called down from the top of the stairs.

They were at the bottom of the stairs and I felt bad lying but I needed another minute or two. “I think I threw them in the closet with some other shoes.”


Dan went looking and I continued to the hallway and stashed it in my purse. I took a deep breath in and slowly released. Maybe I wasn’t quite ready for Dan to walk in on me after all!

The timer was beeping in the kitchen as I called up to Dan, “Hun I found your slippers they are here on the stairs. And dinner is ready.”