Sonia

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Ever since Sonia had stumbled upon one of John's dates in their flat and then overheard them having sex, she found herself spending most evenings finishing her dinner, going to her room, and indulging in her newfound obsession with porn. She was on the brink of becoming completely consumed by her fantasies.

Sonia was grateful that John didn't have a date for the upcoming weekend. However, when he suggested they have a movie night, complete with popcorn and junk food, she almost declined so that she could spend another night in her room 'researching' her newfound fantasies. Despite her initial hesitation, she eventually agreed, and they reminisced about their old days by watching a movie and indulging in an excessive amount of junk food until the early hours of the morning.

Sonia met some friends for coffee on Saturday morning. However, Saturday evening and Sunday were spent much like Friday night, on the couch watching Harry Potter movies with John. After a few glasses of wine on Sunday, Sonia nerved herself up enough to ask John, "So, you've been having some good dates with women, it seems."

"Well," John replied. "One women, a number of times."

"Jenna?" Of course it was Jenna. Sonia couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough to say that.

"Of course. But it's nothing serious. We're just old friends, and we enjoy each other's company. And fucking from time to time."

"Friends with benefits, then." Sonia couldn't explain why she felt relieved to know that John and Jenna didn't have anything serious going on. After all, she had no real sexual interest in John whatever. Aside from those few drunken episodes, now well in the past, she and John were pretty much just friends without benefits.

On Monday, Sonia, feeling the effects of her excessive wine consumption on Sunday, found herself in a haze of fatigue. The day seemed to drag on, and her mind wandered. Since John had confirmed his recent relationship with Jenna, her thoughts naturally drifted back to the last few Friday nights. The more she reminisced about those evenings, the more resolute she became in finding a way to become more discreet if she was to continue eavesdropping.

Sonia spent the evening exploring sex shops online, but she still wasn't sure what she wanted. The browsing had been exciting and a nice break from her lonely life, but she was still unsure about what she needed to try. She decided to switch from online stores to local shops. She wanted a shop that wasn't close by, so she could go there without being recognised. Maybe seeing the items in person, touching them and getting a feel for them, would help her decide.

Sure enough, Sonia discovered an adult store about an hour's drive from her place. She decided to take a drive after work on Tuesday to find the shop. The mere thought of being in a store so close to all those devices, toys, and clothing made her hornier than she could have ever imagined. Sitting on her bed, still dressed from work, she began to slide her hand into her trousers, gently caressing the outside of her underwear. To her surprise, her underwear felt damp to the touch. Withdrawing her hand, she swiftly unfastened her trousers and pulled them down to her knees. She grabbed her phone, inserted her AirPods, and browsed to Pornhub.

There, she stumbled upon a video of a woman sitting at a door, playing with herself. It appeared to be a typical masturbation video, but then she noticed something peculiar--the woman was sitting outside her bedroom, listening to the sounds of her husband having sex with someone. This revelation sent Sonia into a state of wild excitement. It was precisely what she had been doing the past few Friday nights. With a sense of anticipation, she slid her left hand back into her underwear, locating her clit and gently caressing it. Her hips began to roll with excitement, and Sonia couldn't resist the urge to drop the phone on the bed. She brought her right hand to join her left, sliding two fingers inside herself. "Mmm," she moaned, her desire growing stronger with each passing moment.

Her eyes closed, she listened to the sound of sex in her ears and imagined herself sitting outside the room. Sonia reached into her bedside locker, pulled out her bullet vibrator, and slipped it inside her underwear, pulling them tight to secure it in the right position. She was now trying her best to remain quiet, as John was just down the corridor in the living area. With both hands, she attempted to unbutton her blouse, but her fingers were slippery with juices from her now drenched pussy. Frustrated, she fumbled with her buttons, eventually popping off two of them.

Sonia attempted to remove her blouse, but it became stuck at her elbows. The more she struggled, the tighter it became. The blouse had slipped off both shoulders and was now preventing her from moving her arms freely or propping herself up. Her trousers were crumpled around her ankles, acting like ankle cuffs. The vibrator remained firmly in place within her underwear, while her headphones played the sounds of sex. As she continued to struggle for freedom, she found herself envisioning herself outside the door, listening to John and Jenna having sex. In her fantasy, she imagined herself restrained by her ankles and wrists, her magic wand strapped to her leg, unable to move, much like her current situation.

Sonia felt her orgasm building up inside her. She moaned softly, trying to be as quiet as possible. She strained with each arm, trying to reach the vibrator and turn it off before she made too much noise. But it was futile; her blouse was too tight, and as her left hand got close, it pulled her right arm into an uncomfortable position. She tried kicking her legs to dislodge the vibrator, but all she managed to do was slide it down. Now it rested at the entrance of her pussy, slightly spreading her wet lips.

If it weren't for the impending orgasm, she would be panicking at being completely stuck. "Aaaaggghh, OMG!" She could feel the vibrator slowly spreading her pussy lips. The vibrator's constant movement, which seemed to be teetering her on the edge of cumming but just not quite getting her there, was driving her crazy. Sonia rolled onto her front, planning to bury her head in the pillow and muffle her moans until she could figure out how to escape this predicament. As she rolled, the vibrator was sucked inside her pussy. The sudden change in its position made her gasp and shout, "Oh fuck me!"

John heard the noise and knocked on her door, "Sonia, are you okay in there?"

Hearing John's voice pushed Sonia over the edge. "Oh Fuck! Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

"Sonia, are you okay? John repeated, sounding a bit more concerned.

"I'm... okay...," she said as she noticed John was opening the door. She quickly rolled off the bed and sat looking over the bed at the door. "I was changing and I stubbed my toe," she said, a bit out of breath. As John peeked through the door, he could see a red-faced Sonia sitting on the far side of the bed, only her bare shoulders and head visible.

"I'm so sorry, I just heard you shout and thought something was wrong," he said, backing out of the room quickly. "I've ordered Chinese, it should be here soon," was the last thing Sonia heard as the door closed.

The sudden jolt of the bed had exerted enough pressure on Sonia's blouse that one of her wrists had been freed. She withdrew her arm from the rest of the sleeve and slid her hand into her completely soaked underwear to retrieve the vibrator, which was now deep within her, still vibrating. While still lying on the floor reeling from a very intense orgasm, Sonia wondered if John had any clue about what was really happening in her room.

Catching a whiff of the Chinese John had ordered, she rose to her feet, threw on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and headed out to eat. During their dinner, Sonia couldn't stop thinking about what had just transpired. She yearned for that intense feeling of being trapped, helpless, while others revelled in a pleasure she was excluded from. Despite John's attempts to engage her in conversation, Sonia was already lost in her own world, attempting to comprehend the allure of that exhilarating experience.

Sonia woke up late on Tuesday morning. She had fallen asleep immediately after dinner and had the best sleep she'd had in a while. However, she woke up extremely aroused. The previous evening's events were still running through her mind.

She quickly got dressed and rushed to work. The day passed as usual, with little time to get distracted since she had to catch up on work she hadn't done on Monday. Nevertheless, she had a persistent aroused feeling throughout the day. She hadn't addressed her morning arousal, and the thought of visiting a sex shop after work kept the feeling just below the surface of her mind all day.

At precisely 5 pm, Sonia packed up her belongings and left the office without a moment's hesitation. She didn't care if anyone noticed her hasty departure. At this point, she desperately needed to escape the office and satisfy her growing desires. Upon reaching her car, she searched for the sex shop's address on Google and set her phone to guide her. Although the destination was less than an hour away, the prospect of encountering rush hour traffic made her arrival unlikely before 6:30 pm. With a mixture of horniness and frustration, she began her drive.

Once she had safely navigated out of the bustling town and onto the open road, she couldn't resist the urge. Her left hand remained steadfast on the steering wheel, while her right hand began to undo her trousers and slide down the zip enough to allow her finger to slip beneath her white cotton underwear. At this point, she couldn't help but question the choice of fabric for the day. She had been aroused for nearly 10 hours, and her underwear felt damp to the touch. Despite her awareness that she was still driving, she lightly touched her clit, just enough to satisfy her desire without distracting herself from the road.

At 6:34 p.m., Sonia arrived at the car park of a small business park with various shops. Most of them were already closed, with their shutters half down as staff cleaned up. She couldn't find the shop she was looking for, so when the last shop closed, she parked the car and stepped out for a closer look.

She almost missed it. There was a cafe with a double door. When she looked through the first door, she saw a door straight ahead and another door to the right that led into the cafe itself. The first door was signposted for the shop she was searching for, and it also listed its open hours.

Monday - Wednesday 9am-6pm

Thursday & Friday 9am-8pm

Saturday 9am-6pm

Sunday Closed

Out of hours appointments available

Since she couldn't go in and browse, she drove back home. The drive wasn't as long as during rush hour, but it was still nearly 7:45 p.m. when she arrived home. John was nowhere to be seen, but he had left dinner in the oven, as he often did when Sonia worked late. After eating, she decided that she would take advantage of the alone time to finally overcome her inhibitions and achieve the orgasm that had eluded her all day.

She went to her bedroom to retrieve a couple of toys, but instead of lying in her bed with the door closed, she slipped off her clothes and went back down to the living area. Even though the house was empty, the sensation of parading through it stark naked felt delightfully naughty. Her pussy was already moist and her nipples hard as she lay on her back on the couch and spread her legs wide.

She had decided that it was time to try out her trainer butt plugs. She had never had anything in her ass, neither a human body part nor any kind of toy, but she had seen plenty of anal toys and anal sex in the pornography she had been watching, and was aching to find out what was so special about it. She had brought down the smallest of the trainer plugs and a tube of tube, plus her magic wand. She was ready.

She lubed the plug thoroughly and rolled up her hips so she could reach between her legs and find her asshole. She put a generous dollop of lube on her finger and rubbed it liberally around her anus, then used her finger to push some inside. She had never touched herself like that, despite having thoroughly handled her pussy, and the sensation felt strange -- naughty, slightly forbidden, but immensely exciting. She felt her pussy moisten more.

She pulled out her finger, picked up the plug, and put the tapered tip against her puckered hole. She hesitated. Could she do this? Would it hurt? Then she said to herself, "Oh fuck, Sonia. Just do it!" She put some pressure on the plug and felt it starting to pry open her reluctant sphincter.

As her sphincter was forced slowly open, she felt a small stab of pain. She stopped pushing and held the plug where it was, part way in, and in a few seconds the pain evaporated. She pushed again, and the plug slowly slid further up her back canal, prying her sphincter further and further open. She had to stop one more time to let another brief spasm of pain subside, and then she slid the plug all the way in until her ring closed around the narrow snapback and she felt the safety flange press against her perineum.

My God! For the first time, she had something stuffed up her ass. She moved her hand away and marvelled at how well her sphincter stayed closed around the base of the plug and held it there. The sensation of having her rectum filled with firm silicon was intoxicatingly strange and wicked.

Sonia picked up her wand vibrator. She turned it on, worked it between her pussy lips, and pressed it against her clit. As the sensations quickly spread from her clit through her entire pelvis, she was aware of her anus clamping down tightly on the intruder that she had pushed into her body. The sensations from her anus merged with the ones from her clitoris to make an intense blend that she had never experienced before. She began thrusting her hips to press the vibrator more tightly against her pussy, and she felt the plug moving slightly inside her as she thrust. The sensations built faster than they ever had before, and in minutes, she held a thrust high in the air and let out an orgasmic "NNNGGGGGHHH!" that she didn't need to stifle in the empty house.

She dropped back onto the couch, panting heavily. "Jesus," she said to herself. "Why didn't I try that sooner? Look what I've been missing!"

She spread her legs again, reached between them, and eased the plug out, promising herself to try the next size up next time. She walked shakily back upstairs, and had just made it to her bedroom when she heard the front door open. John called, "Sonia?"

She called, "I'm here, John. I decided to go to bed early." She put the toys back in their drawer and slid into bed, thanking her lucky stars that she hadn't waited a minute longer before moving, But somehow, the thought of almost being caught masturbating on the couch with a plug up her ass was as titillating as it was frightening.

On Wednesday and Thursday mornings, Sonia woke up a bit earlier than usual to have some 'special time.' After deciding to return to the sex shop on Thursday evening, the anticipation of the visit kept her excited about what she might find. Both days seemed to drag on, and she found herself glancing at the clock more frequently as each day passed. When 5:30 p.m. arrived on Thursday, Sonia could barely contain her excitement. It took all her effort to resist pushing everyone out of her way and rushing out the door. At 5:34 p.m., she finally packed up and headed out.

As Sonia exited the office, she engaged in her usual friendly banter with her colleagues. "It's been a long week, hasn't it?" someone remarked. Turning around, she spotted Paul, a member of the lunchtime gang she often accompanied. Although they had started around the same time, apart from their lunch breaks and occasional walks in and out of the office, they rarely spoke.

"Thank goodness it's Friday tomorrow. Any plans?" Paul inquired.

Sonia was uncertain about her weekend, but hoped it would involve the items she would acquire during her secret shopping spree. "I don't have any specific plans; maybe just a relaxing weekend," she replied.

"It's nice to have a quiet one occasionally," Paul agreed. "I won't be staying long tonight, but I can't miss Thirsty Thursday," he chuckled.

Sonia had completely forgotten about Thirsty Thursday, a weekly tradition of grabbing a few drinks after work. She had never missed it since starting.

"Oh, no... I won't be there tonight. I... have... agreed to help a friend," Sonia said, trying to sound casual and composed, but feeling like she was improvising poorly.

"Oh, well, you'll be missed. Catch you tomorrow," Paul said as he turned to head to his car.

When Sonia arrived at her car, she was now doubting her decision to go shopping. Thirsty Thursday was the highlight of the work week, a time when everyone let loose and occasionally shared rumours, office romances, personal stories, or even advance notice of potential layoffs. Now, Sonia wondered if she didn't show up, would she be the subject of conversation? Determined not to let her newfound 'pastime' consume her life, she decided to go to the bar as usual, have a drink, and postpone her shopping for another day. After all, what difference would a single day make?

Sonia arrived at the bar a tad later than usual, but she knew it could be attributed to a fuel delay or a detour to a shop. As she entered, she was greeted by her usual group, which included Paul. He looked at her with a puzzled expression, as if he wondered if she had deceived him or if her plans had changed. Sonia simply ordered herself a drink and brushed off the situation.

It had only felt like a few minutes when her mind began to wander. How many of her colleagues had partners? And how many of them would be returning home and getting lucky?

"Sonia, hello, Sonnniiia, earth to Sonia..." As she snapped out of her daydream, her friend Mandy was waving a hand in front of her face.

"Are you with us, Sonia?" Mandy asked.

"Oh, sorry, I was miles away," she replied.

"That must have been an intriguing daydream; you haven't heard a word I said," Mandy teased.

Sonia felt her cheeks flush. "Sorry, I'm just a bit tired tonight. It's been a long week. What were you saying?"

As Mandy resumed recounting her story, Sonia's gaze found itself drawn up and down Mandy's curvy figure. Mandy was slightly taller than Sonia, with long ash blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. Sonia had never observed her in this manner before, but tonight, something felt different. Mandy was wearing a grey pencil skirt that just grazed her knees, black heels, and a white blouse. The top few buttons were undone, and when Mandy leaned slightly, the top of her breasts could be seen, accompanied by a faint glimpse of a lacy black bra. Sonia couldn't help but wonder if this was intended for the men in the office. Did her panties match the bra, and was it also black lace--or did she even wear any? Was she wearing stockings or tights? And what was her pubic hair like--shaved, trimmed, or natural?

Sonia suddenly realised she hadn't been listening again, and her thoughts were becoming increasingly inappropriate. She grabbed her phone as if it had just vibrated, unlocked it, tapped a few buttons, and then interrupted Mandy.

"Sorry, Mandy, that's my roommate. I promised to help him with something, and he's ready sooner than I thought. I need to rush. Have fun, and we'll talk more tomorrow."

Sonia set her drink down and turned before anyone could even respond. Sitting in the car, she hoped no one would make any remarks about her hasty departure. She slid a hand under the waistband of her trousers to feel a damp patch on her underwear. She didn't know how much longer she could have stood there before someone noticed her lack of attention or realised she was becoming increasingly aroused as the evening progressed. Looking at the time, it was only 6:38 p.m. If she didn't encounter any traffic, she could still make it to the sex shop as she had originally planned.