Thursday meant that Jess had the house to herself. Her husband, Ed, was out with his mates at their weekly drinks in a local pub. Jess had, of course, been politely invited to this regular event, but she knew it was Ed's only opportunity to be a lad with his single friends and talk about those things that men only talk about without any presence of the opposite sex. Also, more importantly, Jess could enjoy a few hours of blissful solitude in their new house.
Tonight, as with most nights, she had filled a deep bath with hot lavender-scented water, topped with a thick blanket of bubbles. As she gloried in the steaming water her hand found its way to where the tops of her legs met. A fleeting thought about how she needed to have a bit of a trim down there was interrupted by thoughts of Ed. They had married only last year in a sun-blessed outdoor ceremony. Jess had worn a silk ivory dress that hugged her bum leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The front plunged to reveal her proud cleavage.
Jess was happy with her body. She had been secretly delighted by the barely concealed ogling of Ed's friends on that happy day. Her fingers danced idly over her clit, their water-wrinkled texture providing added exhilaration. For some reason she found herself thinking of Pablo and Tim, the geeky duo in her husband's little band of buddies. They were both very much into IT, but equally adept at presenting themselves immaculately. Their jobs required them both to wear suits and neither spared any expense in the clothes that were draped over their large, trim frames.
She heard the door open then the thud of feet on stairs. A smile spread unbidden across her face at the sound of her tipsy husband casting about in search of her. At last came the timid knock.
"Who is it?" She asked teasingly.
"Erm, Ed." Came his slurred reply, unaware he was being ridiculed.
"Oh, well, never mind. But I suppose you can come in anyway."
Ed's alcohol-addled mind ceased from spinning as soon as he entered. It had been drawn magnetically to his naked wife. His brain and his groin both now had a common goal.
Jess leaned back and allowed her husband's hand to take over from where hers had just been. His shirt became soaked with water but he either wasn't aware or, most likely, didn't care. Her body was now his to play with and, despite the many drinks he had consumed, he instinctively knew where to touch her.
He squeezed her smooth thighs and delicately ran his fingertips up the inside of them. With his other hand he circled and massaged her breasts, occasionally tweaking her pebbly nipples. The distortion of the water meant that Jess couldn't see what was being done to her below the waist, but this sense of anticipation doubled the pleasure.
At last his attention focused on her parted pussy. Soft sighs of joy slipped from her mouth as he pinched and played with her pearly button. A finger, then two, eased their way inside her. She raised her hips and closed her eyes. His strong hands had complete control. He didn't need to finger fuck her very hard, his movements weren't frenzied. Just the very touch of his fingers on her naked body were enough to bring her quickly to orgasm.
The ripples of water turned to waves of pleasure. Jess gripped the sides of the bath until she could give no more of herself. Ed leaned over and kissed his wife. He unbuttoned and removed his soaking wet shirt as Jess recovered. It was then that she noticed the flowers which he had dropped in the doorway. Flowers and a finger fucking. She began to wonder if Ed had done something wrong.
"Are those for me?" She asked.
"Er, yes." He went and fetched them.
"Thanks Eddie, they're beautiful."
"No problem, I love you."
"So?"
"So, what?"
"So what did you do? Why all this attention for me?"
"Oh, well...I, er, bought something."
Before she could answer Ed stumbled out of the room. Jess pulled the plug and dried herself. She found Ed on one of the large leather sofas in their capacious lounge. He was holding his iPad.
"So, what did you buy?"
"It was kind of an accident, well, it was Pablo's fault. Have you ever heard of a sybian?"
"Yes, surprisingly, I have."
Jess had heard about this device when she had been on a recent girls night out. A sybian is a saddle-shaped sex toy that is high enough to be sat on. A dildo can be attached to the top. This, and the top of the saddle, vibrates, giving the woman sitting on it immense pleasure via her G-spot and clit. Jess, however, had no idea why Ed had asked the question, but she could see him preparing to explain.
"We were all getting a bit drunk and I left to go to the toilet. I come back to find the others giggling like little girls and holding my phone. Turns out they bought a sybian on my eBay account. You know how twisted Pablo and Tim can be."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No! I wish I was."
"How much did this thing cost?"
"Just under a grand."
"A thousand pounds?! For fuck sake!"
"It's coming from the States. Plus it would have been cheaper if that shit Tim hadn't added a few extras just before they ordered."
"Ed, that's fucking ridiculous."
"I know, I know. It's expensive alright..."
"It's fucking extortionate."
"What? Oh, well, maybe."
"Your friends can be real twats sometimes Ed. You have to cancel the order."
"Ah, well, it's non-refundable."
"Fuck!"
"Look, OK, I'll just flog it to someone else when it comes. These things are really popular, it won't take long." Jess just sighed in return.
"Sorry Jess."
She looked into his drunk but genuine eyes and couldn't help but forgive him immediately. He could be an idiot sometimes, but she still loved him immensely. Plus, she was still tingling after his earlier efforts. No-one else could make her feel like that. She kissed him.
"You're forgiven. I love you."
"Thanks Jessie. You never know, you may wanna keep it."
"I don't bloody think so."