As soon as Sarah returned home after purchasing those tantalising items from the internet, she couldn't wait to get rid of the box containing the package - even temporarily. Taking it upstairs with extreme caution so as not to raise suspicion, she entered the master bedroom and closed the door, carefully placing the parcel onto the king-size bed. Giddiness filled her heart as excitement coursed through her veins, leaving her feeling lighter than air. This newfound thrill stirred within her and made her feel alive again.
The soft touch of satin against her skin sent waves of arousal throughout her body, causing goosebumps to form along her arms. She hesitated momentarily before slowly removing one of the garments from the packaging. It was like nothing she had ever experienced -- something beyond her wildest dreams. With trembling fingers, she held the object close to her chest, revelling in the sensuality of the moment.
The delicate lace detailing along the edges seemed to invite her touch, beckoning her closer with promises of adventurous pleasures. She slowly removed the silky fabric covering the garment, exposing the hidden treasure. The sight of the strap-on panties awakened desires she hadn't known existed within herself until now. With renewed confidence, she slipped them on, savouring how they conformed to her body perfectly.
There was no doubt -- the fit was divine. She admired her reflection in the mirror, captivated by how it transformed her appearance into something bolder, sexier, and far more confident. They fit and looked just like a pair of her regular panties except, of course, for the strap-on dildo hanging from the front. For a brief moment, she paused there, wondering what John would think when he finally discovered them. But then, a thought struck her--what if he never found out? What if she could never get up the nerve to explore this with him? That sudden apprehension be lied her timid nature. For now, she'd have to continue to explore her desires alone, at least until she could work up the courage to broach the subject with John.
Hastily, she hid the item in its original container behind the closet doors. Her breath quickening, adrenalin flowing through her veins, Sarah felt emboldened with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge of her hidden fantasies. Tonight would test her resolve to see whether she genuinely wanted to take control of their lovemaking sessions and determine whether this bold step might strain the tender bond she shared with John. After all, their marriage wasn't built upon subjugation or domination... Or so she believed.
Sarah lay beside John, her eyes trained intently on his sleeping face, observing the peaceful rhythm of his breathing as his lips parted slightly. His muscular frame relaxed underneath the sheets, allowing for an occasional snore here and there. How well did she know him? Every contour of his face, every scar and freckle across his shoulders, reminded her why she fell in love with him.
Weeks had passed since she received her package, and Sarah had yet to have the courage to broach the subject with John. She did not know how he might react when and if she did. Would he think she was a freak?
Would he leave her? These questions plagued Sarah's mind. Meanwhile, the anticipation grew inside her, demanding expression. In her restlessness, she reached for his hand. The warmth of his palm met hers, creating a subtle electric charge which heightened her yearning. Their sex life was good, enjoyable even, but it lacked the edge she craved these days. The passionate, intense encounters from years ago were replaced by familiar comfort and tenderness. Before he had drifted off just now, they'd enjoyed themselves together, perhaps not quite as explosively as during the early stages of their courtship. However, it is still enough for them both to enjoy themselves well enough. But for Sarah, something was missing. She wanted more.
John continued to lie motionlessly next to her, completely unaware of her inner turmoil. She wondered if he too felt the same way or did, he want things to stay the same forever.
Barefoot, she tiptoed gingerly toward the walk-in wardrobe, avoiding the squeaks the floorboards produced when stepped upon forcefully. There, concealed amongst her clothes, was the box containing the strap-on panties she'd bought all those weeks ago.
Sarah took a deep breath, her hands clammy with nervous anticipation. She donned the strap-on panties as she'd done many times since she got them and admired how they looked on her naked form in the mirror.
She crept, trying not to disturb John, whose steady breathing indicated he remained deeply asleep. Her heart raced as she surveyed her reflection, marvelling at how the strap-on looked hanging there between her bare legs -- it exuded a sense of raw strength combined with undeniable femininity.
As she stood there, caught in the moment, she couldn't help but notice the scent lingering in the room. A mixture of fresh linens, leather, and vanilla brought forth memories of countless mornings spent wrapped in their embrace. Her gaze shifted to the window, partially open, letting a gentle spring breeze sweep through the room.
The soft wind brushed against her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine as her nipples hardened and her sex moistened beneath the satiny material of the strap-on panties. Her body quivered in anticipation, fuelled by an insatiable curiosity.
Feeling empowered, she glanced down at John, his gentle snores punctuating the room's silence. In a moment of madness, he knew exactly what to do next. Approaching cautiously, she crawled onto the bed, her knee brushing against John's leg lightly, startling him briefly. He mumbled something indistinct before rolling away from her. Undeterred, Sarah leaned forward, positioning herself beside John's naked sleeping form. With her right hand, she reached out tentatively and began to stroke his flaccid cock, gently easing it to full erection. John's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and surprise as he struggled to regain consciousness. Despite being partially aware, he allowed himself to surrender to the pleasure, instinctually trusting his partner.
"Mmm," he groaned softly, "That feels good." His voice carried traces of disorientation mixed with relief. Sarah responded by stroking his length gently, occasionally circling around the tip, eliciting small gasps from John. His penis twitched responsively beneath her ministrations, evidence of increasing desire. His brow creased in concentration, his brain attempting to piece together what was
Happening. Yet, despite the foggy memories of recent events, Sarah noticed an uptick in his breathing. Encouraged, she shifted her attention lower, teasing his perineum and balls gently with her thumb and index finger. The effect was instantaneous: John's body arched involuntarily, drawing in a sharp breath through his teeth.
Sarah pressed her lips against his neck without further prompting, trailing kisses and soft bites downward. Her mouth hovered near his earlobe, whispering sweet words of temptation and encouragement.
She let her tongue glide seductively against his sensitive flesh, evoking moans of appreciation. Shifting positions ever so slightly, Sarah reached underneath John, guiding his hand to her breasts. Sarah smiled reassuringly as his calloused palms cupped her firm, supple flesh. Her breath caught in her throat as she observed John's reaction. Never having been one to hide his feelings easily, he visibly relished the sensation, his cheekbones turning rosy with arousal. Sarah whispered gently in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "I bought something special for us?" Her fingers curled tightly around his hardened member, stroking it gently. "Would you like to know what it is?" asked Sarah, pressing her lips against his once more. John shook his head, half in disbelief and half in curiosity. Sarah didn't give him much time to process his answer. "Trust me", she whispered, her tone both enticing and commanding. Giving a decisive nod, John was swept away in Sarah's embrace.
Sarah guided John onto all fours; in his sleepy stupor, he complied readily, not wanting her to stop stroking his achingly needy cock. As she continued to stimulate it with her right hand, she began to gently probe his perineum with her left, moving it gradually towards her ultimate prize. This action brought forth low moans from John and increased his arousal. The probing fingers of her left hand touched the sensitive skin surrounding his anus, causing a jolt of excitement coursing through his entire body. Sarah watched closely as she continued to stroke him skilfully, ensuring to maintain a constant pace. John's breath became laboured, matching the rapid beat of his heart as his body responded eagerly to Sarah's touch. The smell of his arousal filled the air, intensifying the sensual atmosphere between them. With his other hand, she deftly stimulated his anus, feeling it expand beneath her touch. John's breath turned ragged despite his sleepy stupor.
