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."
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The delivery man carried the large box into the house and watched Jess with a smirk as she signed for it. She just ignored him and closed the door whilst avoiding his eyes. This thing was expensive but you certainly got a lot for your money.
Ed was out and she had the house to herself for the day. She busied herself with housework but her mind kept drawing back to the box. Maybe she should open it, just to check it's what they were expecting.
With a kitchen knife she carefully sliced through the tape. Patiently removing the wrapping she could now peer into the box and examine the contents. The big black saddle looked shiny and soft. It smelled of new plastic. Jess hesitated, then quickly closed the cardboard flaps and returned to her domestic drudgery.
It was now a long time past seven and Ed was late back from work again. She decided to entertain herself and satisfy her curiosity. She had to tip the box on its side and wrestle the contents out of it but at last she could see it. The curves, the perfectly located vibrating section...it all looked so tempting. She ran her hands over the sybian, imagining again what it would be like.
Just as she began manoeuvring herself to sit on it the sound of a key in the lock gave her a start. She quickly smoothed down her clothes and leapt on to the couch. Trying to act nonchalant she welcomed her husband home.
"Hi. Oh, you unpacked it then?" He commented.
"Yes, I just wanted to check it was what you ordered before we sell it."
"Did you need to remove everything?"
"Just being thorough."
"Uh huh."
"Anyway, I'll pack it up again tomorrow."
"OK, but if you've changed your mind and want to keep it..."
"Don't be silly, I'll pack it up tomorrow."
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This time she decided to sit on it. Whilst it was still unplugged, of course. It felt perfect, the shape of the saddle fitting perfectly between her legs. She was shocked at how much she wanted to try it for real. So shocked that she declared it dangerous and returned to her computer so that she could absorb herself in work for the rest of the day.
A thousand pounds wasn't ridiculously expensive, not really. They could afford it. Plus, it could add some spice to their relationship. Jess finished work early and unpacked the large toy again. She was wearing leggings, and a thong beneath. This time she didn't hesitate. She plugged the sybian in, climbed on and grabbed the remote control.
She hadn't put any attachment on. This was only to be a brief test. The contraption purred gently as she turned the dial onto the lowest setting. Immediately an electric tongue of pleasure entered her body from between her legs and caused her to arch her back involuntarily. She switched it off. My god, that was powerful, and so, so good.
The second time was even better. Jess leaned forward so that the small vibrating crest filled the gap between her legs. Her clit hummed and jolts of delight coursed through her writhing body. This was when she should have stepped off and carried on with her day. Instead she let herself go and allowed the sybian to carry her into ecstasy.
She was still flushed as she stripped off her leggings and sticky thong, her heart was still racing as the shower sluiced away the evidence of her orgasm. That contraption was incredible. It was also dangerously addictive and her mind was buzzing, occupied with how she would use it next time. Obviously she would have to try it naked, obviously she would have to try and persuade Ed to keep it without losing face.
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"So you don't think we can sell it?"
"No, I had a go at selling it on eBay but was warned that such things could only be sold if they were still in their wrapping."
