Neon Nights, Sinful Secrets

The neon lights of Las Vegas bled into my hotel room, a sickly sweet assault on my senses. I hated this city, the relentless energy, the desperate faces, the manufactured joy – it felt like a festering wound on the American landscape. This annual business trip was a necessary evil, a weekly reminder of the emptiness that gnawed at me when I was away from my family. I needed this trip to be over as quickly as possible, to return to the familiar comfort of home.

Checking in, unpacking, and preparing for the next day's meeting, I was vaguely aware of a growing unease. My phone buzzed, a welcome distraction from the city's oppressive atmosphere. It was Sally. Our usual small talk about the kids, school, and work filled the brief call, but then she dropped the bomb. “I put a special surprise in there for you,” she said, her voice laced with a playful excitement. “It’s in the side pocket that you never use.”

My heart quickened. This was unusual. Sally was generally predictable, a creature of habit. The thought of a surprise, particularly one hidden in a forgotten corner of my luggage, sent a shiver down my spine. I opened the bag, the familiar smell of leather and travel detergent filling my nostrils. Nestled amongst my clothes, wrapped in her signature black crotchless panties, was a bottle of high-quality lubricant and our small, vibrating butt plug – a little indulgence we occasionally indulged in.

“Interesting,” I said, a hint of suspicion in my voice. “What did you have in mind with this?”

Before I could fully process her intentions, Sally initiated a Facetime call. She moved over to the bed, positioning her phone on our nightstand, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “This is gonna be good,” she murmured, already rummaging through her nightstand. Out came our We-Vibe, a dual-pronged vibrator with a remote control, perfect for simultaneous G-Spot and clitoral stimulation.

“I was reading online about different uses for this and wanted to try something different,” Sally explained, her voice filled with anticipation. “But first, I want to see you. I want to watch you get off with that in your ass. I know how much you love that.”

With a surge of adrenaline, I stripped down, passing off my phone to my computer so I could view the action on a larger screen. I propped it up at the end of the bed and lay down, anticipating the pleasure to come. As I poured the lubricant onto my cock, massaging my asshole, I felt a primal excitement building within me. Then, I slowly, deliberately, began to slide the pink, flared butt plug into my rectum. The sensation was intense, a burning pleasure that spread through my entire body. My hand holding the plug in place, I continued to stroke my cock, lost in the intoxicating rhythm.

“How does that feel in your tight ass?” Sally asked, her voice dripping with amusement. “I bet that feels so good. Good thing I bought another one for me.”

“What?” I exclaimed, surprised. “When did you do that?”

“Last week,” she replied, her tone nonchalant. “I figured you’d like this and this one is a little bigger.”

She pulled out the black vibrating plug from her drawer, doused it in lubricant, and laid back on the bed, covering her own puckered asshole with her fingers. Slowly, she circled them, followed by two, then plunged the vibrating plug into her own butt. It flared out, creating a larger opening, and the vibrations intensified, sending shivers through her body.

“It’s so tight. Mmm…so tight. Fuck, this feels good sliding in my tight ass,” she said, her voice a low moan. “You like what you’re seeing baby?”

My pace quickened as my vibrator hummed in my butthole, the sensations escalating into a crescendo of pleasure. Sally continued to slide her plug in, deeper and deeper, until it disappeared completely.

“Oh my, this feels amazing. I wish you were here to fuck me now. Would you like bending me over and sliding that hard dick of yours in while you watch this toy get me off? I think I’m gonna come from this in my ass. Fuck this feels good,” she said, her voice rising in anticipation. “I’m coming, ohhhhh, I’m coming.”

As I watched the video on my computer, my wife's breasts arched, her body convulsing with pleasure. It was a rare experience for her, but the new toy had clearly found its mark. I kept stroking my cock, lost in the heat of the moment, as my wife pulled out another large dildo vibrator. Suctioned to the headboard, it waited for its turn. She repositioned the phone on a table in front of our bed and retrieved our purple G-Spot vibrator – considerably smaller than the other 10-inch fake cock. Then, she lay back down, facing me, her insatiable ass exposed. She started sucking my cock while simultaneously inserting the purple vibe into her pussy. All three holes were blocked. The heat intensified, and I exploded all over my chest and neck. I left my vibrator in place as I watched my wife come for a second time on the large cock and her new black toy.

“I love you, baby,” I told her, breathless. “That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen.”

“Check your email in a few minutes. I think you’ll like what you get,” she replied, her voice filled with a wicked satisfaction.

Ten minutes later, as I refreshed my email about 200 times, a new message popped up. It was from Sally. The link led to our Dropbox, where a large video file awaited. As it downloaded and buffered, I realized she had recorded the entire encounter from a different angle using our iPad. A wave of exhilaration washed over me – she had captured the peak of our shared pleasure. The thought of this video, this visual record of our passion, filled me with a perverse delight. It would serve as a constant reminder of the intensity of our connection, a tangible piece of the experience that I could revisit whenever I desired. It was a perfect gift, a testament to our shared desires and a promise of future pleasures.

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