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tightened myself around it and slowly pushed it deeper and deeper. It was fatter than Mark, and the extra girth felt good, but the plastic was hard and a little uncomfortable. I turned the speed up a notch, hoping the increased vibration would lubricate me or at least maximize the pleasant sensation.  
    I forced myself to lie still as the pressure inside me mounted. It had been a long time since I’d felt aching desire, and I wanted it to last. I slid the vibrator in and out in long, slow sweeps and felt my juice leaking out and down my legs. When my hips began to rock again, I couldn’t stop the motion.  
    I turned the power to max and lost control as I pushed and pulled my toy in and out, faster and faster. My hand was shaking so hard, the vibrator jumped out of my grip on an outward slide and landed on my clit. I shrieked with the stab of pleasure that followed.  
    I was aware of a gushing between my legs as I grabbed hold of the vibrator and pushed it deep within me, tightening my muscles around it until I felt my insides buzzing. Lifting my hips up, I pulled it out, then shoved the entire length back in to the max with a single thrust. I felt an explosion like none I’d ever known, and I’m not sure what happened next.  
    I remember lying back on the mattress, limp as a rag, and breathing in short deep gasps. The buzzing device was still in my hand, and I idly ran it over my clit until I felt the rhythmic contractions start all over again. I was thinking that I could stay there all day, and that’s when I heard Mark coming in the front door. A quick glance at the clock told me it was six-thirty. Had I been at this for almost two hours, or had I passed out at some point?
    With no time to ponder the possibilities, I jumped up to shut our bedroom door and quickly pulled on my clothes. Turning to the unmade bed, I saw the vibrator snaking around, still going, like the Eveready Bunny. I turned the thing off, shoved it under my pillow, and pulled the quilt up.  
    “Jen, where are you?”  
    I could hear Mark coming up the stairs and knew he’d be bounding into the room in another instant. The door swung open, and I held my breath, standing next to the bed, quite sure I looked guilty.  
    Mark barely paid any attention to me as he systematically took everything out of his pockets and placed them neatly in the basket on top of his dresser. When he finally looked up at me, I was still standing there, trying to gather my wits about me.
    “Are you all right? You look like you’re surprised to see me.”
    “I’m fine. Don’t be silly.” I smiled and walked over to give him a peck on the cheek. “I was about to go downstairs to get dinner ready.”
    Mark took a closer look at me. “Your hair is all messed up, and you’ve got mascara smeared on your cheek. What’s going on, Jen?”
    “Oh, all right. You caught me. I was taking a nap, and I guess I overslept. That’s why I look afright. You woke me when you came in.”
    “You’re sure you’re not feeling sick? It’s not like you to fall asleep in the middle of the day.”
    “I didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all. It’s nothing.” I smiled again to reassure him. “I guess I’d better go in the bathroom and clean up.”
    “Yeah. How long before dinner?”
    “Mmm, I guess about forty-five minutes to an hour. Why?”
    “I think I’ll watch the news and check my email then. Call me when dinner’s ready.”
    I nodded, happy for a chance to hide my purchase when he went downstairs to the man cave he built in what used to be our garage. He had his computer and his widescreen television down there, which suited me fine. Mark loved to watch sports, and I hated the noise of it, so having the room away from the rest of the house worked out well. He and our son spent lots of time together in there on the weekends watching college and pro ballgames. With David away at the University of Florida, Mark seemed a little lonely for company, so I sometimes sat