Author's Note: This is part 3 of the 'Good Girls' series featuring Mike and Michaela, husband and wife. In part 1, Michaela just started to discover a wilder side to herself after she explores using sex toys for the first time with Mike. In part 2, Mike and Michaela continue their sex toy exploration together as a couple, trying out a new sex doll and vibrator for the first time. This story continues where Good Girls Pt. 02 left off, so I recommend reading them in order, beginning with Part 01 for the most benefit to the reader.
2:30 pm on a Friday, and Michaela was home from work already. It was nice to get out of work early any day, but even more so on a Friday - what a great way to start the weekend off right. Michaela had been spending most of her time at work daydreaming and lost in thought about their newly discovered love life, and all the possibilities it held for the future. She tried not to get too distracted by her thoughts, but it seemed that, despite her best effort, she still found herself with a wandering mind, barely able to keep it reined in. She smiled to herself as she thought about it, tossing her bag onto the couch.
She had been thinking about the recording - the one that Mike said he got of the two of them playing with their new toys. She was so curious to see what she really looked like playing with sex toys, and she wondered if it would help her to feel even more sexy and confident if she saw it. And if she was honest, she was really curious to know how she looked humping a sex doll. That thought was stuck in her mind and had such a firm grip on her, no amount of mundane tasks or mediocre attempts at boring thoughts would wash it away. No, instead she found herself getting turned on at the thought. She knew how good it felt to hump a pillow, and the sex doll had been a big improvement over that, the intensity and heat she had felt in her pussy unbelievably strong as she humped hard and fast, stroking her bare clit against the doll's sweet, soft pussy lips. Moisture was building between her legs now as she allowed her mind to wander, and she felt a familiar urge - one telling her she needed to release a little pressure.
Mike wouldn't be home for another 2 or 3 hours, so she needed to do something to help occupy her time and relieve some of the built up tension. If she didn't do something before he got home, she might attack him the second he walked through the door. She headed to the bedroom, looking for the camera. Surely, a little peek wouldn't hurt, right? Stepping into the bedroom, she kicked off her shoes, feeling her socks glide effortlessly across the new vinyl plank flooring. She was feeling horny, and every sensation her body was experiencing at this moment seemed somehow amplified, stronger than usual. Heading toward the bedside table, she suddenly noticed there was no camera there.
'
Hmm
', she thought to herself, pausing for a moment to bring one index finger up to the little bow in the middle of her lower lip, thumb resting under her chin. '
I wonder where he could have put it?
'
She was beginning to feel an urgency now, the intensity building between her legs. She needed to touch it, to relieve some pressure, but she really wanted to hump something too, instead of just using her fingers. It always gave her such an incredible build-up of intense pressure inside of her when she did that, and it felt so good when she rubbed hard on something. The thought of doing that while watching the recording was driving her wild. The situation was even more urgent now; she must find the camera, and soon.
Heading to the dresser, she opened Mike's underwear drawer.
'I bet he keeps it hidden in here for us to use later'
she thought to herself, smiling a little. Sliding open the drawer revealed freshly laundered boxers and socks, all neatly folded into perfect little stacks, not a stray fabric anywhere to be seen. The man was neat and organized, no doubt about it. But apparently he was also sneaky, because there was no camera in this drawer. Feeling frustrated, she began to carefully slide the contents of the drawer around a bit, feeling in the back with her hand for something hard like a camera within. She didn't want to mess up the perfect little stacks and have him know she was looking for it. Her fingers reached nothing but clothing. The disappointment she felt was mixed with a lusty sense of urgency and need.
Sliding the drawer shut, she turned around and stopped, frozen in front of the dresser, the throb she felt in her pussy an urgent reminder of her mission. She needed to find that camera, and soon. Her little pussy was begging to be rubbed. She felt her cheeks get warm as a blush rose to her face. She knew she shouldn't be thinking like this; this wasn't how 'good girls' were supposed to act, was it? But she could hardly hold herself back. If she was honest with herself, really truly honest, she'd been so horny since they started this new adventure with toys that even the arm of the couch had been looking mighty fine lately. Nothing felt off limits when it came time to hump and rub herself against things.
Feeling frustrated, she headed toward the closet. '
Maybe he stuck it in here for later?
' she thought to herself, feeling a little doubtful that she would ever find it now. Sliding open the closet, she was greeted by his freshly laundered shirts, all neatly hung in a straight row, organized by color and type, not a single hanger ajar. All of his clothing was darker in color, and she was greeted by black and dark gray fabrics, smelling faintly of Gain. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes and bringing her right hand up to lightly touch the fabric, letting her fingers graze down gently as she felt it, soft under her touch. She could detect the slightest hint of his smell, clinging to the fabric, and felt that familiar longing for him. She missed him every time he was away, even if it was just for an hour.
She dropped her hand to her side, opening her eyes and glancing upwards, hoping upon hope that she would see the camera, resting there on the upper shelf, waiting for her to take it, waiting for her to watch the contents it contained, bringing her some much needed pleasure and relief. Her eyes scanning the shelf, she saw a few file boxes containing their old documents - tax records, mortgage paperwork, that sort of thing. Next to that, a box containing seeds they had used to start their backyard garden this year. What she didn't see was the camera.
'
Fuck
', she whispered to herself under her breath. She slid the closet door closed, a little too forcefully, and it hit the jamb with a soft banging sound. She jumped a little at the sound, startling her a bit out of her daydream. She was beyond confused about where he could have possibly hid it. Feeling the urge to pee, she headed to the master bathroom, closing the door behind her. Even though she was home alone, she just couldn't bring herself to pee with the door open. It was just.... weird. Lifting the toilet seat lid, she raised her skirt and grasped the sides of her panties, sliding them down to just above her knees. She sat down on the toilet seat, relaxing and thinking about the images on the camera - the ones she would hopefully see soon. If she could find it.
She began to let out a little pee, noticing it was coming out in a very small dribble, seemingly struggling a bit to get out. She knew what this meant - her pussy was very swollen, eager to be touched and rubbed, and ready to explode. She let her mind wander a bit now, remembering when she was a young girl and the church people had said it was a sin to touch yourself down there. They had said private parts were only meant for your spouse to touch and use for making babies. But she had been playing with her dog, wrestling one time when she was little and jumping around on the couch before she slipped, her crotch landing on the armrest - and it had felt good. Like really good - so good that she did it again the next time she was home alone. How could something that felt so good, be so wrong? And besides, if a man wanted to touch it and use it to make babies, she would gladly let him. It just felt so good.
It took several minutes to get all her pee out with some straining to make sure none was left inside. She couldn't help but notice that she still felt full, somehow - like she was full of something that needed to come out. She was pretty sure it wasn't pee, but maybe she was just so swollen right now, she couldn't get it all out. She would have to pee again later, after she rubbed it a bit, relieving some of the pressure.
She grabbed some toilet paper from the roll, tearing the paper and folding it before reaching underneath and wiping slowly, front to back. She felt the swollen lips of her vulva through the tissue, her clit straining for attention, feeling hard beneath her touch. Once the tissue reached a little further back, to the opening of her pussy, her hand and the tissue suddenly flew to the back like a water slide - yes, there was a lot of moisture coming out of her, no doubt about that.
After wiping herself clean, she wanted to take a minute, just a minute, to touch it with her fingers. She wanted it, needed it, so badly. The heat had built to such an incredible sensation between her legs, she knew it was going to be a memorable afternoon. She leaned back, still seated on the toilet, and let her fingertips lightly graze her thighs, working their way up from her knees to her hips, taking her time, slowly getting closer to her waiting, aching pussy. As her fingertips grew nearer to her wetness, she felt her pussy twitch in response. Oh, it was going to be so, so hard to resist.