Chapter 2

Anne arrived home She set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.

The huge metal buttplug waited inside one of the bags.

Out of curiosity, She carried and held it in both hands. It felt heavier than it had in the store.

Why did I even buy this thing? she thought. I never do stuff like this.

But her inner voice answered almost immediately.

It was just a silly impulse. Maybe trying it once in private would help make things exciting again. Nathan doesn’t need to know. It’ll surprise him in a good way.

She turned the plug over slowly, watching it catch the light. In that moment, the memories from supermarket like jumping in front of that mirror, sent a sudden flush of heat through her.

Stop it, Anne. You are not that kind of woman.

But the thought refused to leave. Instead it settled into a strange, warm itch deep inside her ass.

That itch had started faintly on the drive home. Now it was growing, a persistent crawling tingle that made her shift from foot to foot. She tried ignoring it but It only got worse.

That evening Nathan came home tired but happy to see her. When his strong hands sliding down to squeeze her juicy ass while hugging,, The itch flared sharply. Anne gasped before she could stop herself and pressed back against him harder than usual. Nathan smiled