You'll need to have read Val the Magnificent to understand where this story is coming from. By the way, if you don't like this sort of story, don't read it and certainly don't send me nasty e-mails. I have no interest in reading them. There's room for everything on this site!
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Oddly, our ride home from Robbie's was much the same as it had been so many months before, and I thought it might be for the same reason. Val was very quiet and spent most of the time turned away while she looked out the side window.
Deciding that I didn't want our lines of communication to go back to the way they used to be, I took the bull by the horns. "Look, Val, obviously something's bothering you. What are you thinking? Is there anything I don't know that you need to tell me?"
My beautiful wife sighed heavily. "You're right. To answer your question, no, I didn't do anything I didn't tell you about. That isn't going to happen again. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"Now that I've done it, now that the heat's died down, I'm not liking what I did. You're probably going to laugh at me, but I feel cheap. I let you down, and I haven't been a very good wife these past few months, and
certainly
not this weekend. What I've been going through isn't about us, it's about me, my self-indulgence."
I nodded my head. "I was afraid this would happen."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"The guilt. Didn't you enjoy it?"
"That's not the point! What I did this weekend goes against everything I was brought up to believe. To be honest, I feel like a tramp." She sighed. "It's like since our first visit to Robbie I've been addicted to the thought of his penis. This wasn't about him. I have no feelings for Robbie. As a matter of fact, I think he's a bastard for coming on to me. At the same time, I know I'm no better than he is. Everything I've believed about myself has gone right out the window -- all because of a big penis!"
We talked long and hard for the rest of the trip. Val finally admitted that it had been "very enlightening" to experience another man's cock, but it was not something she wanted to ever do again. She also got me to admit that I hadn't been very comfortable about several things that had happened, either. We both felt that she'd been careening out of control.
Trouble was, sex with her up until she'd had her romp with Robbie had been so amazing.
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Over the next few weeks, we slipped back into our old habits. Val stopped asking me for sex, pouncing on me as soon as I got in the door at night, and while we still made love a few times a week (usually at my instigation), she told me she didn't want me to talk about Robbie and what had happened anymore. Val also stopped using her toys as far as I could tell and didn't want to use them when we made love. She also went back to dressing to hide her body, not enhance it.
One thing didn't change, though. Val continued to exercise at an almost furious rate, and I got the distinct feeling that she was trying to sublimate her carnal urges. Talk about a hard body! Even though she'd gone back to her baggier-style clothes, she still turned a lot of heads when we went out.
As her birthday approached in April, I began thinking that maybe we could do something that would enable her to feel better about the sexual passion Robbie had brought out in her. I considered a weekend away, taking her dining and dancing. Val told me the thing she really wanted was a quiet night at home, her favorite things for dinner (lobster and champagne), "And then maybe some nice, gentle loving afterwards."
A year ago, her request would have sounded pretty darn good, but what I lusted after was the return of the "wild" Val, the one who required A LOT of loving and needed it fast and hard.
I wanted to try to bring that out again. This time, though, I resolved that we would take it slower, not make her feel like she was losing control and turning into a slut. I wanted her to feel
good
about her sexuality.
I eventually decided on a plan of action, something that might draw her out of the shell she'd retreated back into...
With the help of the Internet, I came up with several options. I had no idea how Val would take to what I was planning, and as my ideas were all rather expensive, I'd be going out on a limb if I couldn't draw her out. All the time, though, I was thinking that the hot woman revealed earlier in the year still had to be there waiting for another chance. Because of her bad feelings over what she'd done, though, Val had banished her to some dark corner in her mind.
I didn't have a lot of time to work with, but the manufacturer did an excellent job with shipping and Val's present was delivered in time to my workplace – fortunately in an unmarked box! Managing to get it home while Val was at work, I opened it to check that everything was at it should be and familiarized myself with the way it operated. So far so good.
Our two kids would be coming over on the weekend to celebrate with us, so the night was clear. After shopping for two big lobsters and all the fixings, I came home, did some cooking and wrapped Val's present. I wanted everything to be ready when she got home.
When she walked in the door, I had a bottle of white wine in a cooler on the coffee table. Right next to it was the big box containing her present. I have to admit that I was pretty nervous. What would Val's reaction be when she saw the machine?
Val sat down, took off her shoes and rubbed her feet tiredly. "Man oh man, what a day!"
I poured her a glass and handed it to her. "Would you like me to massage your feet?"
"That would be
wonderful
," she sighed, then leaned over to kiss me.
I went to the bedroom and got some massage oil and spent 15 or 20 minutes working the kinks out of her feet while she drank a couple of glasses of wine and relaxed.
"Is this huge box all for me?" she asked. "What is it?"
"Do you want me to just tell you or do you want to unwrap it?"
Val smiled. "I was just teasing. I
am
curious, though; it's awfully heavy."
"Oh," I said as I slipped an oily hand up her smooth leg, "so you were hefting it while I was out of the room. Just for that, maybe I shouldn't let you open it tonight."
Val opened her legs a little bit more. "I would be willing to, ah, make you an offer you couldn't refuse..."
She wanted to read my card first, though. It was not my usual silly sort of birthday greeting, but one that I'd spent a lot of time looking for. I thought she was going to start crying as she finished it. I thought it stated quite well how much and for what things I really loved her. She spent the next few minutes kissing me tenderly.
Finally she picked up her wine glass again. "Now for this huge present! I'm dying to know what it is."
I guess because she was a bit tipsy, she tore the wrapping paper off the box, throwing it all over the living room, rather than her usual habit of opening a present carefully so that the paper could be used again.
"A case of toilet paper?"
she shrieked with laughter at my little dodge. "You bastard!"
"Keep opening it, honey," I answered calmly. "All is not what it seems."
When she finally pried the box open, she sat back on her heels. "What the heck is this?"
I'd purchased the most expensive self-pleasuring device on the market. It's shaped like a padded half-barrel and has a very powerful vibrator built into the top as well as an armature that causes various attachments you can put on it to move in circles. I'd bought every attachment, dildos of various sizes, a double thing (one for the woman's vagina and one for her butt) and even this bulb thing that was supposed to be heavenly for G spot stimulation. It also came with an instructional video that was a pretty hot show in itself.
"It's called a Sybian."
"That tells me a lot! What's it supposed to do?"
"It, um... Well you sit on it and it, um..."
"What?"
This wasn't going the way I'd planned. "It's a machine for a woman to use to pleasure herself."
"Why would I need to do that? I have you."
"Well, maybe you could use it when I'm not around. You know, like you used to."
Val frowned. "Oh, so that's it. What if I'm not interested? We've talked about this stuff before, Mike. You know how I feel."
"No, I don't!" I said more harshly than I wanted to.
"I see."
Val rose to her feet and went upstairs to change out of her work clothes without saying any more. I went off to the kitchen to get the dinner on the table in the hopes that I might salvage
something
of the evening.
When I announced that dinner was served, Val came in from the living room and sat down across from me. I poured the champagne and we toasted her birthday, both trying to ease the tension from earlier.
"At the risk of incurring your feminine wrath, I'd like to say that it's hard to believe that you're actually 45," I said. "You look younger than you did a year ago!"
She smiled wistfully. "Thank you -- even if you are blinded by love."
"No, I'm not. I overheard some guys at the supermarket last week. They both thought you were
maybe
35. I know how hard you've been working out. I just want you to know that it's been worth the effort. The guys said they thought you had the nicest butt they've ever seen."
Val blushed and took another sip of champagne.
We did make love that night and it was slow and gentle and Val even took me in her mouth bringing me almost to the brink several times before finally letting me cum. Then after getting me hard again, she slid her luscious pussy down onto my cock and rode me to a huge climax. I couldn't manage to cum again, but seeing her so into it for a change made the whole experience very worthwhile.
I got the feeling, though, that she was trying to show me that she didn't need toys anymore. The Sybian wasn't brought up. As soon as she fell asleep, I went downstairs and took the box into the basement, putting it into a far corner where the kids or their friends wouldn't accidentally discover it. I went back upstairs feeling pretty low about the outcome of my big plans for the evening.
I didn't notice at the time that the instructional video wasn't in the box.
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A week or two went by and nothing much changed. We made love and Val again seemed rather unengaged and distant. I was getting more unhappy about the situation and I could sense she was, too. I decided that another course of action was in order.
After one particularly hard day at her job, I ran a hot bath, added her favorite oil, lit about a dozen candles and put some white wine on to chill. After undressing her slowly (with no touching! How did I manage that?), Val put up her long black hair and slid down into the water.
"This is heaven!" she told me as I handed her a glass of wine.
