Page 5 of Tushie: A Taboo Tale of Forbidden Love

‘You mean that don’t you?’

Cole nodded then he leaned forward and kissed her. As his lips met hers she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him down towards her, pressing her forehead against his and biting her lip.

‘It’s our anniversary tomorrow though,’ she said. As she spoke she felt his cock twitch against her leg. ‘Maybe, I might feel differently in the morning.’

‘Maybe you will.’

‘Maybe tomorrow night, you could fuck my ass?’ she whispered as she felt his cock hardening against her.

‘Maybe I will.’

‘Maybe, I would like that.’

He pulled her towards him and kissed her hard.

*

Elsie woke up to the sun shining brightly through the first floor window of their little country cottage, casting the room in a brilliant golden hue of colour as it pierced the slats of the large white blinds which hung from the frame.

Her first thought was about what she had said last night.

What they had done.

Her stomach immediately tightened at the thought. Were they really going to do it?

In the light of the morning, she was suddenly struck with nerves.

It couldn’t fit, surely? Last night was the first time that anything had been inside her bottom. But that was just a finger.

Her husbands cock was huge.

Her stomach filled with butterflies.

Maybe she could change her mind. Cole would understand. But she didn’t want to let him down either. She wanted to try.

But it was so rude.

She rolled over to look at her husband, but he was gone.

She frowned and sat upright, the duvet falling away from her. She rubbed her eyes and then pulled it back up to her neck.

He wasn’t in the en-suite, as the door was wide open. She listened, but couldn’t hear him.

Maybe he’d gone out? That would be out of character, but perhaps he’d gone to get some flowers or a present? Maybe he’d forgotten to buy a card?

She listened again, then lay back down and pulled the covers back up.

She was all alone.

She found herself filled with a strange and sudden sense of arousal.

Maybe she could have a little go, whilst he was out? Perhaps with something a little bigger than a finger?

She quickly leaned out of the bed and opened her bedside drawer, pulling out her smallest vibrator. It was a little travel rabbit, with compact ears for her clit. She often brought it away with her when she was travelling. Still leaning over the side of the bed, she rooted around in the bottom of the drawer for her small bottle of lube.

Diving back under the covers she squirted a little of the slick liquid onto her fingers, rubbed it liberally over the vibrator and then spread her legs and reached down, touching herself there.

It felt good.

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