[Recap: While trying to get his wife pregnant, Aidan has come up with a game to spice up their love life. It appears to be harmless enough, so Rosa reluctantly agrees. From massage to strip poker to lingerie, each bet is getting bigger. But neither Aidan nor Rosa are going to back out of the game now]
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TOYED WITH
It's always busy in the gym on a Thursday after five. Aidan runs a Milf Training session for the busy executives trying to get a workout in before they head back home to the family. Rosa has a personal training session too, a guy in his late thirties or early forties. He's been coming to the gym for months now, battling issues with a shoulder injury.
Aidan is taking the women through their stretches, nodding to each in turn as they change positions, but he keeps glancing up through the glass. His wife is laughing as she hands her client a set of small dumbbells, amused by something he's said. He begins a set of repetitions but he's obviously sore, carrying one shoulder and stopping after twenty with a grimace.
Aidan sees how Rosa reacts: the furrowing of her brow, her hand touching him on the arm with concern. She goes round behind him and begins to run her hands over his shoulders, manipulating an arm. The man says something and Rosa nods, asking him a question before lifting his arm up higher. She's pressed close behind him now, pulling his arm back, rolling his shoulder. Aidan can imagine how that would feel, to have her toned, gorgeous body pressed up behind him. Rosa's hands seem to linger on his body, her face strangely expressionless.
Aidan's mind flashes back to the lingerie night, to the words Rosa had said when she was on top of him on the bed. He recalls the strange, elated expression on her face when she said it: "Like I'm fucking someone else."
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Rosa pinches a fold of skin on her belly. She hesitates a moment and then plunges the needle in, feels the sharp spike but ignores the brief flash of pain. The plunger clicks and she's done. Quickly, she drops the spent needle into the sharps container and pulls down her t-shirt. Aidan is calling from the other room and she gets up from the bed, plunger and phial in hand, goes to the kitchen and replaces the little container on the shelf in the fridge door. She doesn't feel different. She doesn't feel anything at all.
Aidan is in the lounge, on the couch.
"C'mon, they're starting," he calls over his shoulder.
Rosa flops onto the couch next to her husband, folding her legs up under her, snuggling up against him in her t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and she settles her head on his broad, muscled chest, feeling the warmth of his body. His hand plays absently in her long, dark hair. She can still feel a little soreness from where the needle went in. She wants to talk about it, but the game has started and Aidan is transfixed. She knows very little about football, it's more his thing, but they'd agreed to bet on this game because the timing was right.
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Aidan had broached the subject when they were closing up. He'd shut off the exercise machines one by one, circling the floor until he arrived back at the front desk. The episode with the lingerie still lingered in the back of his mind, the way Rosa had turned the tables on him, backed him into a corner. The way she'd humiliated him when he'd expected her to relent. Just thinking about it made his crotch itch, the prickly new growth of stubble where she'd shaved him digging into his balls. He'd complained about it the next day, but Rosa had just shrugged and told him his options: keep up the shaving or let it grow back. He'd chosen the latter, almost to spite her. She pointed out that she'd stayed hairless and wasn't having any of the same issues.
Rosa was closing the computer down, bent over the keyboard in such a way that he was treated to a view of her body in profile: the figure-hugging maroon leggings, the perfect curve of her bottom, the way the exercise top accentuated her modest breasts. He imagined his hands teasing those leggings down over her rump, exposing her crotch for him to slip himself into, bending her over the reception desk. He walked up to her and placed his hand on her bottom.
"Done?" she asked without looking up.
"Yep. You?"
Rosa straightened and clicked a button. The screen went blank.
"Am now."
His hand was still resting on her rear. She turned and walked around the desk, leaving him standing there, arm outstretched.
"Coming?" she called over her shoulder as she headed towards the doors.
Aidan had followed her out, watched her lock up, and then walked with her to the car.
"I'll drive," she said.
They didn't go home. Instead, she drove across town to the clinic, told him to wait with the car so they didn't get a ticket while she picked up the prescription. When she got back into the car, she was clutching a paper bag tightly in one hand. She gave it to him.
"We need to refrigerate this," she said.
"When do we start?"
"Three days."
That was the extent of the conversation until they got home. Rosa took a couple of small phials of a clear liquid out of the paper bag and put them in the door of the fridge. Aidan emptied out the rest of the contents: a set of plungers and needles, alcohol swabs and a sharps container, spreading them across the kitchen table. Rosa pulled out a chair and sat down in front of all the paraphernalia, her expression curiously blank.
"Next bet," was all she said.
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Aidan's team is winning, not by much but it's becoming a workable margin. He feels a little guilty, because he knows he's cheated. Rosa is at a disadvantage, not knowing either team particularly well. Still, she'd let him pick first and he'd jumped at the chance, justifying it to himself as fair play after the lingerie bet.
"Looking good," he murmurs.
"So far."
"I'm gonna enjoy this weekend."
"If you win."
"When I win," Aidan replies with a grin.
The bet is simple: the winner gets to tease the loser for an entire weekend. The loser only gets to climax if the winner allows it, but the winner has full oral privileges. After they picked teams, Aidan had spent the next few days browsing sex toys online, making a show of evaluating and commenting on each toy's benefits.
"You're cock-sure," Rosa says. "I bet you already placed your orders, huh?"
"I will, straight after the game, babe. I got them in the cart ready for checkout."
Rosa is no longer watching the game now, she's watching her husband.
"So, stud, whatcha gonna do with all that fancy equipment?"
Aidan winces as his team lose the ball. With his eyes still on the screen, he replies, "You'll see."
"Tell me. I wanna know what I'm in for."
Rosa's team runs the ball down the other end of the pitch. They score. Aidan huffs, and turns his attention to his wife.
"First," Aidan says, "I'm gonna strip you naked on the bed. Then I'll take the wand and set it to low burn." His eyes light up.
"Then I'll just brush it gently along your pussy lips. Nice and slow, so you get the feel of it. Then I'll take out the egg and slide it inside you until just the ring is hanging out from between your lips, and I'll turn that on too, on low, so you're being stimulated inside and out. Then I might just leave you like that for a while, to simmer."
"What? Leave me alone on the bed?"
"Yep."
"What if I take matters into my own hands?"
"Oh I've thought of that, babe. I'm gonna get a set of handcuffs. The ones with the fluffy cuffs, for extended wear, and cuff your hands behind your back. Then I can dial the vibe up and down and watch you squirm."
Rosa moves closer to her husband, kisses him softly, tenderly on the lips.
"Then what?"
"Then the wand again, this time I turn it up, float it over your clit, watch you build up to an earth-shattering orgasm."
Rosa kisses him again, more urgently this time.
"I like the sound of this, so far. Then what?"
"Then just as you're about to cum, it all goes away. You get right to the edge, but no further."
