I'm all excited, it's Monday night and I can't wait. We always go to dinner and sometimes, if I promise you something kinky when we get home, stay out for a cocktail at the local lounge.
"I'm sorry, babe, but I just have to watch the game tonight," you say.
"No, Steve. You have got to be kidding. You know how much I look forward to Mondays," I say.
But you remain adamant. You have money on tonight's game, blah, blah, blah. I tune out all the reasons as I feel my frustration rising. Leaving work, I decide to stroll along a different street, maybe walk off some of my frustration. The costume shop has a huge display of provocative outfits in the window, but one really catches my eye; a sexy little referee costume.
I run inside and try it on. I can't help admiring the way my cleavage looks bursting out of the low V neck and how the tight fabric clings to my curves. Since it's cold outside and I have my trench coat, I decide to wear it home. I feel deliciously naughty knowing exactly what I'm going to do once I get home.
"I'm home, Steve," I say, walking the door, all flushed with excitement at my plan. "I'll be down in a minute."
As I walk up the stairs, I hear the TV in the background and a loud groan as Steve's team no doubt fumbles the ball. I know what drives him crazy; watching me play with my toys is enough to make him lose control. I pick out my newest dildo and let my hand run all over its veined shaft, feeling wetness begin to seep out from between my thighs. I grab a little bottle of lube and one other item, smiling wickedly as I close my fist around it.
Downstairs, I stroll into the den. Steve is so absorbed that he doesn't even notice me, until I blow my whistle.
"Time out, baby," I say.
"What are you doing, Cindy," he asks as I sit on the carpet in front of the big screen TV, legs spread wide, my bare pussy glistening with wetness.
"I think you know just what I'm doing, Steve," I say, my sentence ending in a moan as I run the head of the dildo slowly up and down my wet cunt.
"Oh fuck, babe," Steve says, entranced in the sight before him, the game now just dim noise in the background. His mouth is agape as I push the head of the dildo inside me, my hips rising off the floor as the shaft vanishes and reappears and vanishes again.
"Wish this was you inside me now, don't you, lover?"
"Yes, oh, yes."
"Well that can be arranged, but only after you receive your penalty for disappointing me, baby."
I reach behind my back and hold up the butt plug, watching as Steve's eyes grow wide with excitement. His mouth opens but he doesn't say anything as I get up off the floor and slowly saunter over to him, butt plug in one hand, lube in the other, and a giant smile spreading over my lips.
"Do you accept the penalty, because I think you really earned it," I say.
"Yes, I do, I do," you say. Your lips touch mine with a spark of electricity, when I bend to kiss you.
I put down the plug and the lube, pick up the remote, and switch off the TV.
"Now, let's get this good and wet," I say, pouring the lube over the plug. Your cock shifts restlessly under the fabric of your trousers as I begin to unzip you; my game now has your undivided attention.
The New Intimacy