A/N Warning M rating. Modern day smut. Comments are always welcomed and appreciated.
Sansa missed her circle of friends from Westeros. Sansa and her husband had moved to Braavos 3 months prior. Sandor was busy with his new job. Sansa was a dance teacher at a local studio, but the days were still long and empty. Sansa was bored and lonely. She became friendly with one of her co-teachers. They commiserated about marriage and the monotony of "grown up" life. As their friendship deepened, Sansa eventually confided in her friend about the newly lacking sex life. In Westeros Sandor had been insatiable. It seems that the stress of moving, his new job and the routine of married life had done him in, not in a good way.
Sansa's friend suggested Sansa spice things up in the bedroom. Sansa splurged by getting her first vibrator. She sipped on limoncello and vodka waiting for Sandor to come home. She had a bit too much to drink and had gotten the kinks out of the new vibrator. Needless to say, Sansa was mellow, sated and in a wonderful mood when Sandor came home.
Sandor was tired. His new job was strenuous and difficult. He was surprised to come home to his wife half naked and half in the bag, lying, waiting for him, on their bed. He removed his clothes and hopped in the shower. He was invigorated; he knew he wasn't performing as she was accustomed. Seriously though, he wasn't getting any younger. Geeez.
He toweled off and entered the bedroom. The lights were off; candles were glowing, casting a dreamy light. He climbed into bed, stretching out. Sansa languidly slipped between his legs and began to rub his cock, just the way he liked it. He closed his eyes, feeling her mouth close around him. He could feel her tongue teasing his shaft. She gently cupped his balls while taking him fully in her mouth. As she worked her way up and down, he felt something strange near his backside.
"Bugger me with a hot poker!" He yelled, jumping out of the bed in confusion. "What the fuck was that in my ass?"
Sansa blinked, brought out of her daze, chili pepper vibrator rattling away in her hand. "What?" She asked "You didn't like that?" she asked sadly, disappointed, crestfallen.
"Little bird," Sandor said gently, taking the chili pepper shaped vibrator, shutting it off and inspecting it. "You can't just surprise me and stick this thing in my ass." He shook his head, but smiled at her.
Sansa pouted, wrapping herself in a sheet. "I thought maybe you were bored with me, maybe you've noticed things aren't how they were when we were in Westeros."
Sandor sighed, agreeing, although, not certain what the problem was.
The next day Sansa's friend asked how the chili pepper was received. "Well, at least I like it." Sansa thought, telling her friend the purchase was not a complete waste.
I've got an idea, her friend suggested, there is a party with a few other couples Saturday night. "It's going to be a swinging good time. Why don't you and Sandor come with me and my boyfriend?"
Sansa perked up, a night out with her friend might be just what she needed.