Sean and I had been dating for about three years, and overall we were happy in our relationship. Lately, though, things in the bedroom had become a little monotonous. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was good but I was missing something more raw, something more carnal.
The Friday night before, I’d been out with friends. Over cocktails, we talked about work, relationships, and sex, and I realised I didn’t have nearly as many wild stories as the others. Chloe joked about her boyfriend’s love of anal, while Jen talked about how she and her husband had started sexting during the workday to build anticipation for later. The conversation made me blush, but it also planted an idea. Maybe it was time to shake things up.
The next morning, feeling far more refreshed than expected after a night of drinking, I woke Sean with a coffee and a kiss before heading for the shower. As the water ran, I started planning a fun day out. My thoughts wandered and so did my hands. One lingered over my nipple while the other drifted lower, finding my throbbing clit. I teased myself for a moment, then stopped before I got carried away.
After showering, I took my time getting ready, making myself feel as sexy as possible. I moisturised my skin with a rich patchouli-scented lotion and chose a matching satin-and-lace underwear set that cupped my breasts perfectly. I almost pulled on jeans, but changed my mind — today needed easier access. Instead, I slipped into a short navy dress I’d bought last year and never worn. I finished with the gold hoops Sean had given me for our anniversary, a spray of the perfume I knew drove him wild and bold red lipstick.
Sean met me downstairs, eyeing my outfit suspiciously. He asked what I was dressed up for.
“No reason,” I said casually. “We’re going out.”
In the car, he asked where we were headed.
“The shopping centre.”
His face clearly said he’d rather be at home watching football but he had no idea what I had planned.
Once there, we wandered through a few shops while I worked up the courage to follow through. Eventually, I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
Inside, nerves hit me hard. Was I really about to do this? But something had to change and if this didn’t work, I didn’t know what would.
I locked the door, pulled my phone from my bag, and slipped off my dress. Standing there in silk bra and pants, I posed to show my curves in their best light. When I took the first photo, a loud flash went off and I froze in horror. Quickly switching my phone to silent, I took a few more, then sat down to review them.
I chose the one I felt least self-conscious about, took a deep breath, and sent it to Sean. I dressed quickly, gathered my things, and left the bathroom.
I spotted him immediately and caught the exact moment he opened the message. His eyes nearly popped out of his head before he looked up and met mine. He rushed over, sliding a hand down my lower back.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” he said.
“That’s just the beginning,” I replied.
I took his hand and led him into Ann Summers. His face flushed — he’d never been inside before. I asked him to choose a few things for me to try on.
Embarrassed but intrigued, he picked out an electric-blue bra set with a matching garter, a black babydoll trimmed in red, and a white lace bodysuit.
In the changing room, I gestured for him to sit. I tried on the blue set first; the colour complemented my skin perfectly. When I opened the curtain, I saw his reaction immediately.
“What do you think?” I asked.
He was speechless.
I adjusted the bra, turned around to show him the back — still nothing. That silence told me everything.
Next came the black-and-red babydoll. When I stepped out, he let out an audible sigh. His expression was unmistakably hungry. I had him exactly where I wanted him — and I planned to tease him a little longer.
Back in the changing room, I noticed the final piece was crotchless. I didn’t have the confidence to wear it out in public, but I did have an idea.
I pulled out my phone.
“Do you want a challenge?” I texted.
“Always,” came the immediate reply.
Wearing the white lace set, I felt intoxicatingly sexy. My body reacted before my brain could stop me. I sat down, legs parted, and took another photo of my glistening pussy.
I sent it with instructions: Go to the toy section and find us something to play with later 😉
By now I was aching, desperate to touch myself, but I held back. I changed back into my dress and headed to the counter with my purchases.
Sean was already paying for something — clearly the toy — though I couldn’t see what it was. Once outside, he handed me the bag and said he wanted to go home, but first he wanted to show me what he’d chosen.
Inside was a remote-controlled vibrator.
He leaned in and whispered, “I think you’ve enjoyed teasing me today. Go put this on so I can tease you now.”
Blushing, I hurried back to the bathroom. My hand drifted between my legs as I caught my breath. My finger brushed over my clit into my soaking slit before placing the vibrator into my underwear. I barely had time to straighten up before leaving.
When I stepped out, Sean already had the remote. The first wave of vibration hit me hard. Then it stopped. We wandered the centre while he turned it on and off, slow and teasing, then intense, always stopping just before I lost control.
In the next shop, he handed me a dress to try on. As I reached the changing room, the vibrations intensified. I barely closed the door before my body gave in. My knees weakened as the orgasm washed over me.
Moments later, the vibrations started again, then a knock. Panic hit. I cracked the door open to find Sean standing there.
“You going to let me in?” he whispered, winking.
I did.
What followed was fast, urgent, and completely reckless and raw in a way we’d never experienced before.
He threw me against the door and began passionately kissing me. I instinctively placed my hand on his belt and undid his jeans, unleashing his erect eight-inch cock. I dropped to my knees and took it all in my mouth. A whimper escaped from Sean as I took more and more of him into my mouth, leaving red lipstick stains all over his cock. I tasted his salty precum on the tip of my tongue and knew he was about to explode, but not before he fucked me.
I stood up and bent over the chair. Sean knew exactly what I was wanting as he pulled my panties to the side. He removed the vibrator and then plunged his fat cock into my soaking pussy. He pounded himself into me over and over again as I tried not to scream. I felt my pussy tighten around him as he filled me up with his cum. Oh god, this was like nothing we had ever experienced before. This was raw. Animalistic.
When it was over, we clung to each other, breathless and laughing, suddenly aware of where we were.
We dressed quickly and slipped out, trying not to draw attention to the cum running down my leg, although the disapproving look from a nearby sales assistant suggested we hadn’t been entirely discreet.
Back in the car, we burst out laughing.
“Well,” Sean said, shaking his head, “that was unexpected.”
I smiled.
“It’s exactly what we needed.”