She nodded, unsure what to expect.
He pulled the blindfold off and….Cindy gasped. Several moments passed before she could take it all in – they were in what she guessed was a
cabin. It was one large room, heart-of-pine walls and floors, a high angled ceiling, a rustic four-poster bed in one corner, a kitchenette
in another, and in the third corner was a large hot tub. Along the wall next to the hot tub flames flickered in a gas-log fireplace.
"Randy…" she whispered, not sure what to say. She felt his hands on her shoulder, turning her. He leaned down and kissed her, then pulled
"I know the kind of books you read," he said. "The kind of fantasies you must have. Today, they come true."
Before Cindy could react Randy began kissing along her neck. He slipped her jacket off, then unbuttoned her shirt, kissing along her chest
as he did. A shiver rolled through her as the warm air encircled her body. He pushed the shirt off, continued kissing across her chest – he
left her bra on, and she knew he wouldn't remove it for a while because Randy always liked the way she looked clad only in a bra – and
unbuttoned her jeans.
Randy went to his knees, kissing along her thighs as he worked the boots from her feet, then the jeans from her legs. Cindy put her hands on
his head, closed her eyes and moaned as the clothes fell from her body.
Her body shuddered as his kisses climbed higher, hands now twisting inside her panties. Without warning he yanked, ripping them from her
body. She gasped as he did, and felt the wetness growing between her legs as his face hovered there, hot breath on her hair.
Then Randy pulled away. She opened her eyes to see him going to the fourth corner of the room, where their luggage sat piled on a sofa. He
opened one bag, then pulled a pink, egg-shaped object. He smiled, and suddenly Cindy wasn't so certain of what was going on.
Randy stepped toward her, knelt and kissed her right leg, just inside the joint at the top of her thigh, his left hand caressing her left
thigh. She moaned again, feeling a level of arousal she hadn't known in…well, since the first of their children were born more than a decade
ago. She closed her eyes, her fingers running through his hair, when she heard it – a slow, steady hum. It didn't register with her at
first, not until she felt the vibrations against her...
"Oh my god," she gasped as Randy slipped the egg partially inside her, its vibrations sending waves of pleasure rolling through her body.
Suddenly her body clenched, and she felt climax rushing over her, so fast and unexpected she couldn't stop herself. Her legs grew weak and
shaky as she swayed, thrusting her hips forward, pressing against Randy's hand, the egg slipping deep inside her. She felt her her take it
in, close around it, the vibrations rippling through her body.
She moaned, called out, her body covered in sweat now. For … she wasn't sure how long, maybe a few seconds, maybe a minute or two … she was
lost, her eyes closed, breath coming hard and fast. Vaguely she was aware of Randy, his hands now cupping her ass, kissing her legs,
stomach, but those sensations were faint whispers of the overriding, driving explosion rolling from inside.
"Jesus H. Christ," she cried, orgasm running through her, tightening every muscle. Like a giant wave the climax washed over body, quickly,
without warning, and then she was coming down from the peak, her sense coming back to her. Gradually she stopped swaying, stopped moving her
hips, her breathing slowing.
Cindy stepped back, unsteady at first, then looked down at Randy. She smiled, then reached down to pulled the egg-shaped vibrator from
He grabbed her hand.
"No," he said, standing. "You were much too fast, and I have a great deal more planned for you. Now, down on your knees."
He grabbed both of her wrists, pulled her toward him as he stood until their bodies were pressed together – he was still dressed, while she
wore only her bra. He kissed again. urgently pressing his mouth to hers, then pushed her down, on her knees. Randy reached into his pocket,
withdrew what looked like a small remote of some sort. He clicked a button, and the vibrator inside Cindy kicked up a notch, pulsating
She groaned, every muscle in her body seemingly convulsing. She heard another click, and the movement stopped. Randy reached down, cupped
her chin – "Not so fast this time," he said.
Before she could react he was back across the room, digging around in the bag, this time pulling out what looked like a plastic wand, with
round, stiff beads along its side. In his other hand was a tube of lubricant. He looked at Cindy and smiled.
She felt cold wash over her body as she realized what he held.
He said nothing, walking across the room until he stood behind her.
"Randy?" she repeated, uncertainty in her voice.
"On all fours," he said.
There was something in his voice, a quality she didn't recognize, a tone of control, an expectation she'd never heard. Cindy shivered, this
time from nervousness, but she put her hands on the floor and stretched out, until her weight rested on her hands and knees.
She gasped when she felt the anal wand – she had no idea if that was its actual name, but that's what came to mind. Randy put the tip right
against her tiniest hole. He pushed, gently, the first bead at the tip slipping partially inside her.
Cindy trembled, instinctively tightening her muscles.
The smack shocked her, the feel of his palm hard against her skin...