Backfire

It all started with Jeanie showing me that stupid article in Cosmo about keeping the spark alive in marriage. She nudged me and said, “Keagan, you’ve got to try some of these tips with Randy.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all. Teasing your husband and keeping him hot so he is more aggressive in bed? Please, how would teasing him for longer make him more aggressive? She insisted that it has worked with her and her husband, and I figured, what the hell, I’d give it a shot.

Monday rolled around and Randy was going to be around the house today instead of rushing off to work. I had to be online for our weekly team meeting, but we normally broke before lunch and I was thinking maybe if I teased Randy enough before the meeting then he would take me back to bed for a long lunch break.

I woke up with a plan and began by running my hand up his muscular thighs, feeling the heat of his skin against my palms. His eyes fluttered open and focused on me, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. He was definitely awake now. I leaned down and kissed him gently, feeling his erection pressing against me. My hand slid up his thigh and found his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Randy’s eyes shot open and he inhaled sharply.

He stretched lazily, his hand moving up my body in response, tracing a path over my curves and leaving a trail of goosebumps. His fingers danced around my nipple, teasing it until it was a tight peak. I pushed his hand away playfully, reminding him that I had to get ready for work. “Come on, baby,” I whispered, “you know I’ve got that meeting.”

Randy chuckled, his eyes filled with mischief. “We’ve got time,” he said, his voice low and husky. I kept up the teasing, moving my hand up his growing erection. He groaned as my hand stroked him slowly, the friction building between us. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement, my own desire stirring in response.

I slowly stroked him until he was fully hard. Leaning on my side looking down on him as he enjoyed the feeling of my hand. His hand began to caress me with more purpose, sliding down to cup my ass. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly, the thrill of playing this game with him was intense.

Just as he moved to roll towards me I scooted away and headed to the bathroom, “Gotta get ready for work, babe,” I called over my shoulder, the smugness clear in my tone. I didn’t miss the glint of determination in his eye as he watched me retreat. The thrill of the game was definitely on, and I had no doubt that he would find some way to keep this going.

I came out to find Randy had made a pot of coffee and was fixing himself a cup. I walked over to stand in front of him, deliberatly pressing my ass against his crotch. I had made sure I wore the cutest set of pajamas I had, they were lacy little shorts and a silky camisole that barely covered me. I began fixing my cup of coffee when he slid his hands around my waist and pulled me back against him. His lips found my neck and began weakening my knees. I felt his erection stiffen against me from behind and I wiggled just enough to put some friction on him.

I again waited until I felt his body tense ready to spin me around. I slipped away with my coffee cup, “I’ve got to log in soon,” I said, taking a sip, and then set the cup down, pretending not to notice the way he was ogling my half-bare ass. The smell of the freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen like his erection filled his pants.

As I settled into my desk chair and turned on my laptop, I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. The anticipation was palpable, like the electric charge before a storm. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the blinds, casting a playful pattern on the floor.

I grabbed my hoodie off the couch and tugged it on over my head. It was a move of practicality and modesty. The team meeting required us to have video and audio on, but it only saw above the waist. Randy watched me, his eyes smoldering, the tip of his tongue tracing his upper lip. He knew he wanted me, but I could see the firceness there because he didn’t get me. Maybe there was something to this teasing thing after all.

My fingers hovered over the keys, waiting for the meeting to start. Randy, ever the showman, sauntered into the kitchen, his boxers hugging his muscular frame. He pulled out a banana from the fruit bowl and took a bite with a grin that was all for me. He knew what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it. The sound of his teeth sinking into the fruit was almost too much.

The notification popped up on my screen, the meeting was about to begin. I took a deep breath and clicked “join”. The familiar faces of my colleagues began to fill the screen. The first few minutes were filled with the usual small talk and technical glitches as everyone found their mutes and turned on their cameras. I was thankful for the distraction, it kept me from looking at Randy too much.

As the meeting started in earnest, I was surprised to find myself getting into it. The topic was something I was passionate about and I had some strong opinions to share. I didn’t notice when Randy had slipped out of the kitchen back into the bedroom, his presence fading into the background as I became engrossed in the discussion. The only reminder of him was the occasional sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor.

I didn’t think much of Randy walking by out of camera view, he has always been considerate of my work space and not interfering during my meetings. Little did I know, he had something else in mind entirely. The meeting was in full swing, my boss was discussing the new marketing strategy when Randy’s hand suddenly slipped between my thighs. My eyes widened in shock as I felt something buzz against my skin.

I looked down to see Randy’s hand holding my favorite vibrator inching up my thigh. My heart skipped a beat and I stifled a gasp. The vibrator was a sleek, pink rabbit, and it was already vibrating with a silent intensity that was all too familiar. He had turned it on and was now moving it closer to my center.

I looked back up at the screen in panic. I froze for a few seconds too long trying to think of what to do. Randy’s hand didn’t move away, but instead, he pushed the vibrator into my panties, the soft buzzing now directly against my clit. The shock of it was so intense that for a moment, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

I swatted at his hands with my arm, but he just held my wrist and kept pressing it closer. The vibrator’s buzz grew louder in my ears, my body betraying me as it began to react. My breathing hitched, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. I could feel the heat spreading through my cheeks and knew I was blushing furiously.

I stared intently at the screen showing my feed looking to see what everyone else could see. I couldn’t say anything to Randy or everyone would hear me. I saw my wide eyed shocked look, my cheeks red with a blush that could only be from arousal. I was trapped, my body responding to the vibrations while trying to keep my professional composure.

I looked down quickly to give a scowling look to Randy. His face was grim determination, his eyes locked on the screen as if he was watching the meeting too. I realized with horror that he had angled the vibrator perfectly and was controlling it from outside my shorts, watching my reaction to gauge his next move.

I jerked back to the meeting as I heard my name called, trying to compose myself. “Keagan, what are your thoughts on the new campaign?” my boss asked, her eyes sharp. My mind raced as I tried to remember what was said before the sudden intrusion. I mumbled a half-baked response, hoping it was enough to keep her satisfied.

Under the desk, Randy had started moving the vibrator’s tip in slow circles around my clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. I had to clench my fists to keep from reaching down and taking it away. My eyes darted around the screen, checking if anyone had noticed anything amiss.

Thankfully, my boss moved on to another team member, giving me a brief reprieve. I took a deep breath and hoped the pounding of my heart wasn’t audible. Randy took advantage of the moment to increase the pressure and speed, his eyes never leaving mine, a silent challenge. I clenched my thighs around the vibrator, trying to muffle the noise, and hoped the rustling of my pajamas was inconspicuous.

But he wasn’t done yet. His strong arms reached around the chair, one hand prying my legs apart gently but firmly. The fabric of my shorts stretched and slid aside as he continued his exploration, the vibrator now nestled against my wet folds. I bit down hard on my tongue to keep from crying out as his skilled fingers began to work in tandem, sliding the toy in and out of me with a slow, torturous rhythm.

I knew I couldn’t do anything without making a scene. If I tried to stand up or push him away, it would be glaringly obvious. Instead, I clutched the armrests of my chair, my knuckles turning white with the effort of keeping still. I stared into the screen, trying to focus on what was being said, but the sensations were overwhelming. The voices of my colleagues faded into the background, replaced by the insistent buzz and the wet sounds that seemed to echo in my ears.

I could feel my slickness growing, coating the vibrator as it slid in and out of me. Each time he pushed it deeper, I had to fight the urge to rock my hips and meet the pressure with my own movements. My breathing grew shallower, and my chest tightened as the orgasm built, my body’s natural response to the pleasure he was giving me.

I stole glances down at Randy, his hand working the vibrator with a precision that only came from knowing my body intimately. His eyes were glued to my wet pussy lips as they devoured the rabbit, his pupils dilating with desire. The sight of him watching me so closely, so focused, only served to turn me on even more.

The tips of the rabbit’s ears tickled my clit with each pass, sending jolts of pleasure through my core. He would push it in, let it sit there for a few seconds, the vibrations sending ripples through my body, then pull it out just enough to make me beg for more. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the need to arch my back and thrust against his hand consuming me.

Another question went around the meeting, and I had to focus enough to answer again. “Keagan, can you explain the sales figures for last quarter?” someone asked. My mind raced as Randy’s hand never stopped working me. I took a deep breath and recited the numbers from memory, my voice a little too high-pitched for my liking. I could feel the orgasm rising like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over me at any moment.

Just when I thought I couldn’t handle any more, Randy decided to push the rabbit in all the way and hold it steady. He used his other hand to turn the speed up another notch, letting the ears really hit my clit while the inside lay vibrating against my g-spot. The sudden intensity was almost too much, and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.

My eyes glazed over as I stared at the screen, my mind no longer processing the words being exchanged. The only thing I could focus on was the building pressure in my core, the delicious friction that was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My body was trembling with the effort of holding back, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

And just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Randy eased up. The vibrator slipped out almost entirely, the buzzing retreating from my clit and leaving me gasping for air. He knew exactly what he was doing, the sadistic smirk on his face clear even from my limited angle. For a second, I thought he might actually stop, but then he began again, the slow, torturous thrusts that had my hips moving against the chair almost of their own accord.

I was caught by surprise when I heard my name again. Blinking rapidly, I brought my attention back to the meeting. Everyone was saying goodbye for the day. Had the time really flown by that quickly? My brain was foggy with lust, and I could barely remember what the past hour had been about.

With trembling hands, I managed to press the button to mute myself, hoping the sound of my ragged breathing hadn’t given me away. The screens of my colleagues began to disappear one by one as they signed off, leaving me alone with Randy’s hand still buried between my thighs. The last few people lingered, finishing up their conversations, and all I could focus on was the steady throb of the vibrator, the pressure that hadn’t relented even once.

As the final participant disappeared from the call, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. But it was short-lived. Randy didn’t stop. In fact, he increased the speed and intensity, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment. I moaned quietly, unable to hold it back anymore. The vibrator was working wonders, my body responding to the relentless stimulation.

I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensations. The tension that had built up over the last hour was now free to explode. The buzzing grew louder, or perhaps it was just my heightened sensitivity. My breaths grew shallower and quicker, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Randy’s hand never left my clit, the pressure constant and maddening.

My body began to shake, the first tremors of my impending orgasm rippling through me. My eyes snapped open and my whole body clenched as the wave of plesure hit me like a sledgehammer. The vibrator didn’t let up, and neither did Randy’s fingers, pushing me over the edge. He held my rabbit inside me as my muscles clamped down, my orgasm ripping through me like lightning, leaving me breathless and trembling.

Randy gingerly pulled the rabbit out, turning it off with a soft click that echoed through the suddenly silent room. The absence of the vibration was almost a shock to my overstimulated body.

With a smug grin, he stood up and picked me up out of my chair, the strength in his arms surprising me. I was still reeling from the intense orgasm, my legs shaky and unsteady. He cradled me close to his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong against my ear.

Randy walked with me over to the couch, his movements deliberate and confident. He didn’t bother to set me down gently; instead, he half-set me down and half-threw me over the arm of the couch, leaving me in a sprawled position that was both undignified and incredibly arousing. I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder at him, my breaths still coming in gasps.

He dropped his pajama bottoms, and my eyes were drawn to his cock as it sprang free, already hard and heavy with need. He stepped closer to me, the sound of his bare feet on the hardwood floor echoing through the room. His hand began to stroke himself with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my stomach flip with excitement. His gaze never left my face, watching my reaction with a smug satisfaction that only made me wetter.

As he approached, I could feel the heat from his body, his cock pressing against my soaking wet pussy. He rubbed himself along my slit, spreading my wetness up and down his length. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and I had to bite my lip to keep from begging him to fuck me right there and then. He knew exactly how to tease me, and it was driving me wild.

But Randy wasn’t in the mood for gentle today. He gripped my hips and with one swift movement, he buried his cock inside me, the force of his entry making me cry out. The shock of his sudden roughness sent another orgasm through me, making me arch my back and push against him.

“Oh god, Randy,” I screamed out his name as he began to pound into me mercilessly from behind. He was relentless, his hips moving with a power that had me seeing stars. The couch cushions squeaked with each thrust, the sound mixing with my desperate moans. His grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin as he held me in place for his brutal assault.

I couldn’t see anything but the fabric of the couch in front of me, my eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy. I couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of his cock stretching me, filling me up over and over again. Each time he pulled out, I felt empty, only to be immediately filled to the brim as he slammed back into me. His balls slapped against my clit with each pump, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

“Ohh, fuck,” I screamed, my voice muffled by the pillow my face was pushed into. Another orgasm crashed into me was like a tidal wave, wiping away every thought and sensation except for the intense pleasure that was consuming me.

“Take it, baby,” Randy grunted, his hips slamming into me with a ferocity that had me seeing stars. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” His words were hot against my ear, his breathing as ragged as my own. I could feel his muscles tensing, his whole body coiled and ready to release.

The room spun around me as my orgasm hit like a freight train, stealing my breath and blurring my vision. It was as if my body was made of pure sensation, a tightly wound coil of pleasure that was unraveling with every brutal thrust. I had lost count of how many times I had come, my body no longer distinguishing between one orgasm and the next. They just kept crashing into me like waves, each one more intense than the last.

My cries grew louder, the sound of Randy’s skin slapping against mine echoing through the room. I didn’t know how loud I screamed, my voice raw and desperate. I didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was the feeling of his cock inside me, the way he filled me so completely, the way his fingers dug into my skin as he claimed me.

Then it happened. Randy’s hips stuttered, and with one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, his cock pulsing with the force of his climax. I felt the warmth of his cum filling me up, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He held me tight against him, his breath hot on my neck as he emptied himself into me. The feeling of his release sent my own body into overdrive, my muscles clamping down on him as I came again, my orgasm so powerful it made my vision swim.

As the tremors subsided, I quivered from my head to my toes, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. I lay there, boneless, with no energy or ability to move as he slowly pulled out, his cock still hard and wet. He gently laid me down onto the couch, the cushions cool against my flushed skin. I was spent, every ounce of energy drained from my body.

Randy’s arms were like a warm cocoon around me as I shivered, unable to make my body obey my will. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my eyes remained shut, my mind floating in a sea of bliss. And as the fog began to clear, a thought bubbled to the surface: maybe, just maybe, Jeanie’s cheesy tips weren’t so dumb after all. The teasing had certainly worked to keep the spark alive, even if it had nearly cost me my dignity during the work meeting.