Note to readers: Thanks for all the helpful feedback and encouragement. Thank you Don for helping me edit. Also, thanks to the plumber for the inspiration for the story!
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"Fuck me!!!!!" was the text I decided to start with today. I wondered what these two simple words may lead to and honestly I was hoping they may spur something, but also knew today may just be a bad day.
I wait impatiently for a response. Of course maybe I should explain what happens when I get impatient. When I get impatient and I'm really horny, I start upping the ante to make it really hard to be told no. While I waited for my phone to buzz with a response from "Plumber", the safest name I could program into my contact list, I went to work. I grabbed my camera and my secret stash from online shopping, and then went to the bathroom to the largest mirror. I'd told Ricky about my secret stash when I bought it and when it arrived, but he hadn't made it over since then. I found a pair of panties from Fredrick's that even I thought looked like a match to the dress. The dress is a short black tube dress and the best way to describe it would be it has holes all up and down it plus on the sides. When it's placed just right, it barely covers the "essentials". While I could not imagine wearing the dress outside the house, when I bought it some of the reviews seemed to indicate a few may have. That was a nice selling factor for me. You had challenged me to buy a slutty dress. This was my response. I really wanted you to make it over and I was going to wear it. However, that hadn't happened yet and I was starting to get impatient for the surprise. I took a few quick pictures using the mirror so I could see the LCD screen. As I was uploading the pictures your text said, "You know how to get me there."
Sigh, it was going to be one of those days. Yes, I know how to get you here, but with all the snow days for the schools planning ahead to have you do a service call isn't easy. So I know I have to go the creative route to get you here since conventional methods are out the window. So I text back telling you I couldn't call ahead, plus I had to go in and substitute teach this afternoon so not only could I not plan ahead, but I am also shorter on time than normal. So I got the pictures uploaded to a secret website and sent you the login.
"Nice! I won't even have to strip you, "was the text back.
One thing I'm finding is sex is no longer optional. No, take that back, fulfilling sex is no longer optional. Without it, I start getting bitchy. It'd been a long two weeks since our last quickie. Not only had it been two weeks, but add in my hubby was rejecting me and now instead of being thrilled with my new found horniness he was pissed about it. Since he'd decided he was pissed, he was rejecting me. Not only was he rejecting me but he was staying mad at me which just sent me down a whole downward spiral. I'd already turned to an online website to find a hook up, just to solidify that I am a true slut. I had a couple hits, and I was even talking to one on the phone as were texting about my dilemma. However, I knew I wasn't getting a hook up today since he wanted to meet first. You sent me a text to call and since you don't get to talk on the phone often, I got off the phone and called.
"There's Gloria's Restaurant down the street. I'll bet you could find a hook up down there," was Ricky's answer to my problem.
I didn't say it, but it wasn't that I was against the bar option, but I have no idea how that would work. While I think I could have sex with someone I've never met at this point, I am still cautious about safety. I need to know what situation I'm walking into. I felt bad because my snippiness was coming out. You noticed it and that's when I told you about being rejected. I knew there was nothing you could do.
I was getting so frustrated and knew I had to go to work in 2 hours. I thought if I played with my toys, it'd take the edge off. So I grabbed my laptop and headed to the bedroom. I'll be the first to admit I never thought I'd like toys, but they are growing on me. While they don't have the satisfaction of human contact sex, it does take the edge off. I've been making some videos lately and gotten a rush by sharing them. So I thought with the combination, it just might work.
I got my laptop to start recording. I'm so wet from all the texting and phone conversations; I take the kegal balls and slide them up into my pussy without adding any lube. I feel how wet I am and my pussy sucks them in and holds them tight. They are decent size so I feel them inside me.
Then I take the anal beads adding a little KY just to be safe. I pop the beads up into my ass one at a time. My ass must be getting used to being played with because the beads slide up with ease. When I get to the last two I feel them pop through the opening. I pull up Literotica and start reading some of the new stories while I enjoy this sensation of having something in both my pussy and my ass. I'm reading my second story when my phone buzzes.
