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My palms are coated in sweat from my nerves as I tie my shoes and try to calm down. Bella is the opposite, she's humming while taking her time getting ready.
The bathroom door opens and I catch a glimpse of her as I look up. She's wearing a long, flowy black sundress that leaves her back bare and is only held up by a thin string that ties around her neck. As she turns, I see that her sternum is also exposed and can't help but groan.
"Is something wrong?" she teases as she saunters towards me like a runway model, showing off the slit on each side of her dress that nearly reach her hips.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm just having a hard time finding the desire to leave the room," I say as I stand to kiss her cheek and palm her ass through the thin, gauze-like material.
She unbuttons my polo shirt and nips at my chin. "But you know I'm not doing anything until you buy me a ball gag, darling. We'll be back soon enough," she says with a wink and reaches behind me to get her purse. It looks more the size of a beach bag, but at least it will allow us to be somewhat discreet when we return with our purchases.
We're staying next door to the hotel hosting the convention, so we don't have far to go. Bella is ridiculously eager. She looks ready to sprint through the doors like a kid at the candy store, and then there's me. I can't put my finger on it, but it almost feels like once we go in, I'll lose her. Like she'll slip into the crowd and become someone new and free who doesn't need me anymore. And while I know it's the furthest thing from the truth, I can't help but hold onto her tighter as I walk slower.
We show our tickets and ID, and with one last deep, scared breath, I grab Bella's hand as we enter our playground. Following her lead, I browse slowly with her, from one display to the next, not seeing anything very new or particularly exciting. Fleshlights, porn stars, and giant pink dildos aren't what we're here for.
The squeezing sensation around my chest finally starts to let up as we wander from booth to booth and find a few new items to add to our playroom.
"I really expected this to be more hands-on and less pornish. Didn't you?" she asks, sounding bored and disappointed.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Bella. You did try out about ten ball gags until you found the right one. It's not like they can have you doing that with vibrators," I say teasingly and she smacks my arm.
"I know that! I'm not sure what I was expecting really."
Spreading my fingers apart wider, I tighten my grip on her waist and pull her into my side. "Why don't we go get lunch, have a couple drinks, and come back later?" I ask softly and lean down to kiss her forehead, implication clear in my voice.
She leans into me and nods while running her nails ever so discreetly over my dick. "That sounds nice. Let's go."
The tone in her voice and soft fabric of her dress under my hand distract me completely from everything around us. The dip in her waist feels almost as good as the curve of her hip, and waiting to touch the rest of her is driving me mad. She stops abruptly in the middle of an aisle, but I don't bother looking up. Instead I watch the hairs on her arm raise as I kiss her shoulder and run my fingers along the soft curve of her neck.
"Edward," she says low but excited, making me want to drag her to the nearest wall and have my way with her. Moving behind her slightly, my erection is buried between us but I know she can feel it as I brush her hair to one side of her neck and press my lips to the other. "Yes, my love?" I say into her ear, my warm breath making her giggle and shake against me.
Without a word, she takes my chin in her hand and forces me to look up at the display in front of us. The banner is black with red zigzag lettering that reads Electro Sex. "This is what I was hoping for. They're even doing demonstrations," she says and squeezes my hand like she's trying to contain her excitement and not jump up and down.
The device looks like nothing more than a TENS unit a chiropractor would use, except it is black and red. There are knobs on the machine to adjust the strength of the electric current to be sent through the wires to the small pads at the other end that would be placed on one's body. There are diagrams to show proper placement of the pads to achieve the most pleasure. Unlike the typical use to apply a low electric current to relieve pain, this is advertised as a toy for BDSM. The bite of electric pain mixed with a low throbbing climax like sensation (if applied correctly) is its selling point.
"Can I try it?" she asks with a bat of her eyelashes that makes my dick twitch.
"Of course. As long as it's safe," I say, and try to discreetly adjust myself. Following behind her, we make our way to the table and are greeted by a young man who begins his pitch about how safe and satisfying his product is. The pamphlet on the table reiterates his points but carries warnings about placing the pads near your heart.
"Would you like to try it? I'll explain how it all works and you can do it all yourself," he says in his best salesman tone.
"I'd love to try, but would you mind showing my husband how it all goes and letting him do it?" she asks while biting her lip and looking back over her shoulder at me.
"Sure! I'm Alec, and you are?" He holds his hand out to me.
"Edward," I say, and shake his hand while trying not to think of all the people his hands may have touched today. Bella is already sitting on the table with her hands folded in her lap and her ankles crossed and swinging. Her chest is flushed with excitement or nerves, I can't know which, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for her to come in front of a crowd. Watching her spine arch, her toes point, her mouth open as she sighs her release is my ultimate pleasure, but not something I'm willing to share. Or am I? It is showing the world how her body responds to me, not them, but me alone.
Shaking off all my worries, I listen to Alec explain the equipment and ask some questions regarding interference from other machines as discreetly as I can. Contraction monitoring dildos are not a common bedroom toy for most couples, but I need to know if there is a risk involved. He assures me the equipment has been thoroughly tested and that there have been no issues when using it in combination with their other products. I can tell he's a bit taken aback, almost as if he's starstruck by me, and I can't help but wonder why.
The controls are quite simple to use, as are the pads I place on Bella. The slits and openness of her dress make it easy for me to apply them, yet keep her fully covered as I reach my hand all the way up both of her perfectly smooth thighs to the spot where the edge of her panties would be if she were wearing any. Once in place, the knobs are slowly turned up and I watch for her reaction. First, I notice that she bites her lip and moans ever so low, not in pain but as an encouragement for me to continue. Holding her hand in mine, I turn the knob up another click and watch as she rubs her thighs together, seeking more, which I give her.
I turn the machine up just below its middle setting, and lean down to whisper in her ear,
"You're being such a good girl showing me just what you need. Does it feel good, baby?"
"So good, doctor," she says for only me to hear and squeezes my hand tight before letting go and moving it subtly so that I am now holding her wrist.
With one more turn of the knob, I notice her breath is coming in a rush and her hips buck up once, as if she tried to stop them but couldn't. She whimpers, and I know it's because she's so close she can taste it, but can't get there. My gloved hands touching her would be enough, but I can't do that here. Instead I use my thumb to pull her bottom lip out from the prison of her teeth and let my fingers graze her neck.
She squirms on the table, her entire body moving, and then settles back in with a new determination. Her toes begin to curl and her legs flex, and she utters the sexiest little "oh" I've ever heard. Turning the machine up once more is enough. She sighs and reaches for me with her free hand as she comes.
"I'm next!" I hear a woman shout and suddenly I remember where we are. A crowd of about twenty people has gathered around to watch as Alec hands out pamphlets and watches us with rapt fascination.
"Usually I have to help a bit, but you, my man, were in the zone. I didn't want to interrupt. Any chance you two would like to demonstrate for us all weekend? I'm sure I could get you a great deal on some equipment," he says with a wink as I turn off the machine and let Bella catch her breath.
"Thank you for the offer, Alec. I think once was more than enough. I'll take two please," I say and reach into my pocket to pull out my wallet. I hand him my credit card and I hear him mumble under his breath.
"Is there a problem?" I ask as I square my shoulders and help my wife off the table.
"You're him! You're Edward fucking Cullen," he says as though I'm someone famous.
Looking to Bella for help, she smiles at me and takes my hand in hers. "Is this one of the places you submitted your research, doctor?" she asks coyly.
"Possibly, I'm not sure of what the legal business name is," I explain, not sure of what difference that would make.
"Honey, then he knows what you make me do." I feel my forehead wrinkle in confusion and she giggles at me. Pulling me down, she cups her hand over her mouth and says into my ear, "He knows you can make me come over and over. And over. You're probably this like mythical hero sex god or something."
I close my eyes, shake it off, and try not to look odd when he brings back the slip for me to sign and boxes of equipment.
"It was a pleasure watching the two of you. You're more than welcome here anytime," Alec says as we part ways. We both say our thanks and head for the exit.
"We should really stop and get something to eat before we go back to the room, Edward."
"Yes, we should."
"Please don't make us," she says and runs her fingernails up the zipper of my jeans.
"I'd never dream of it," I tell her as I reach my hand through the slit on her hip and palm her pussy for a short second.
*****Playing with the Doctor Cullen*****
"I should go tell everyone to go buy one of these. Seriously, it's amazing," my wife tells me as she straddles the end table to fuck herself with the dildo attached to it with a suction cup.
I'm watching her pleasure herself as I feed us both fruit that room service delivered while I try to recover. We'd been going at it for an hour, testing out our purchases, but I knew without food one of us was going to pass out.
"I'm taking it in the shower with us." I shrug, not minding in the least. She's right about needing a shower and I won't be ready by then, I have to rehydrate. Her hair's a mess, she's sweaty, fruit juices have dripped down her chin onto her chest, and I came in her twice already, she's filthy yet perfect. I see now what she wanted this weekend. The people we deal with everyday are very intelligent, very business and science minded, very boring and stuck up. They are not the kind of people we were surrounded by today, our people. Born to step out of their comfort zone and try something different, something taboo, and not hide it but celebrate it, share it with others.
"Masturbating while eating is probably a choking hazard. Please be careful," I tell her with my eyebrow raised so she knows I mean it and am not joking, even though I can't wipe the stupid smirk off my face. Narrowing her eyes at me, she moves her feet so that she is now squatting on the table itself and takes a strawberry from me. She places it on her clit and rubs herself with it as she continues to ride the dildo lazily with one arm behind her for support.
With my arms crossed, I watch her come again, her head tossed back, teeth biting into her bottom lip to contain her sighs, and the strawberry still held against her clit. Slowly, she stands and saunters over to me, taking her time to place the perfectly ripe red and now glistening fruit between my waiting lips. I lick it clean of her and take a bite, closing my eyes to savor the sweet taste on my tongue.
When I open them, she's already gone. I catch a glimpse of her ass as she heads for the shower, dildo in hand, and hurry to catch up. I don't want to miss a moment of the show she's putting on today.
She's humming Billy Idol's Rebel Yell, and I can't help but chuckle. My wife always wants more, especially on nights like tonight, she's in a mood and nothing will stop her. They're my favorite by far. She's completely insatiable and rolling from one orgasm to another, with or without my help. Men aren't made to keep going like women are, and thankfully. Bella accepted this long ago and no longer lets my inability to keep up hold her back. She simply goes for it and accepts whatever I can give her.
"Oh, Doctor, you're just in time. It's my clit you see, it needs medical attention," Bella yells innocently over the noise of the water as she slides back and forth on the dildo now positioned against the shower wall as she takes it in her ass. I join her in the shower, quickly showing her the ball gag I brought along to ensure she stays quiet.
"You're so thorough," she says wistfully and leans forward to kiss my chest.
"A good girl like yourself deserves all my attention," I say and fasten the gag behind her head, making sure it isn't too tight. The water is just right as I step under the spray and wash myself off, knowing that if I don't get us both clean now I'll get distracted and possibly forget.
Bella is moving slowly but roughly as she takes the invasion and strokes her clit. My eyes never leave her body as I lather a washcloth and slowly start washing her. I skip over her most sensitive spots where she wants me most, but take my time washing her calves, arms, and stomach. Ever so slowly, I wash her breasts and feel myself start to reawaken at the feel of her nipples in my palms. She comes in a rush but doesn't stop, only slows for a second and then starts moving again.
I move lower and take my time washing each of her thighs and can't help but groan as they tremble and tense more as I reach higher and closer to where she is using her fingertip to pleasure herself.
"You aren't a very good patient, Mrs. Cullen. I instructed you to keep your hands to yourself." I take both of her hands, crossing her wrists. "Do you need me to help you?"
She nods eagerly and relaxes as I restrain her hands above her head with one arm. With my free hand, I wash her and slowly insert one finger and then another into her pussy. I circle her clit with my thumb and don't let up until she's orgasming. Everything about her is just so perfect, so exactly right, I'm obsessed and awed. I could watch her come for days, but I know her body can only handle so much at once.
The longer she goes, the harder I get, and I'm overwhelmed with the need to be inside her and kiss her lips. I suck and lick her neck and collarbone to try to appease myself but I want more. I want her tongue in my mouth along with her moans. The muffled noise created by the gag just aren't the same.
Without warning her, I pull out my fingers and quickly fill the void with my hardess. I press my hips to hers while lifting her slightly off the dildo so that it's just us. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I anchor her to the wall with my body to free my hands and remove the gag. Her arms are around my neck as she pulls my hair, forcing her mouth against my own. Kissing her is like a drug, I can only think of wanting more and it'll never be enough. I find myself crying out, she feels so good which only spurs her on to be louder.
"Please be quiet," I beg as she nips at my neck, and I begin to move faster, eager to feel her come on me. Her head falls back and her movements become erratic as she gets closer. She pulls my mouth to hers and though she's too lost in the moment to kiss me back, I'm able to muffle her every cry and moan.
She's still in her sweet spot where orgasms quickly roll from one to the next and I'm greedy for them all. I want her spread out wide for me, open and eager for more.
I quickly shut off the water, dry us off, and lay her on the bed, strapping her arms down with the ties we bought earlier today. The aren't as sturdy as the ones we're used to, but they'll work well enough. The thigh sling we bought earlier takes some adjusting, but we get it right and I know it is hands down my favorite purchase.
"Doctor, you forgot my gag," she says with fake disappointment. "Would you please let me use your cock instead?"
"I'll consider it, but only if you're a good girl and let me feel you come on it again."
"Please let me, doctor," she says with pleading eyes as though she's somehow being tortured by me not being in her. One by one, I put on a pair of latex gloves and watch her squirm. Slowly, I sit on the bed with my legs spread out and move between hers' which are being held open perfectly by the sling. We both watch as I enter her and I have to bite my lip at the sight of it, her wet and ready, taking all of me so easily.
As clinically as possible, I use one hand to hold her open and begin stroking her clit with my finger. I force myself to keep my hips still and focus on her. I'm so hard it hurts, but the extra sensitivity lets me feel her even more. Her walls tighten around me and start to pulse as she comes. I reach up with one hand to cover her mouth but don't stop stroking her clit.
"Perfect. You're perfect. Let me keep feeling you. Right there, baby. Come on me again. I'm not done with you," I say as I look into her eyes, heavy with lust and exhaustion but she makes no indication of wanting to stop. "Not even close."
I watch for any sign of her discomfort, knowing she's going to get sore and oversensitive if I let her go much longer, but she feels too good and I can't find the will to stop.
I want to let go, but instead I resist all my urges and force myself to leave her on the bed while I find the bag full of equipment we purchased today.
Bella whimpers in protest and watches me hungrily as I find the tens unit and start unpacking it. I place the sticky pads on her much like earlier today, only now it's much easier without her dress in the way.
Once they are in place and everything is properly attached and plugged in, I watch her for a moment. She's breathing deep almost as though she's meditating, but her body is full of movement, eager and on edge.
"Bella, you have to tell me if it's too much or not enough. So for now, no gag." I say seriously but can't help smiling at her pout.
"I can't make any promises of staying quiet, doctor," she says with a mischievous shrug of her shoulders that makes her breasts move and me smile wider.
"I think you can at least try until we see how you will react, yes?" I ask and turn the unit on. It's at the very lowest setting yet instantly Bella moans. Not loudly. She makes a noise that has me ready to attach the other set of pads to myself, it's so guttural and sexy.
"Just a little more," she says softly and pulls against the restraints.
I turn up the knob and watch for any signs of pain. The directions clearly state that placement on each side of her clitoris is perfectly safe but it still makes me nervous. The look of bliss on her face, though, tells me she's doing great.
"One more click please, Doctor. Mmmm," she sighs and lifts her hips. "One more and I'll come like a good girl."
I feel the myself harden further at her words and do as she asks.
"Ow. Fuck. It's so good, hun," she tells me as she notices my anxiety. "So...oooh. Good." Her toes point and I reach for her gag. I'll be damned if anyone is going to interrupt us tonight because she's screaming.
"You make it look amazing. Can I join you?" My cheeks blush and while I know there is no judgement between us, asking her makes me feel almost ashamed. It makes no sense seeing as she's tied to the bed with her legs held open by leather straps, but somehow me wanting it feels wrong.
The vigorous nodding of her head snaps me back to reality and I waste no time placing the other set of electrodes to the underside of my cock as shown in the instructions.
*****Playing with the Doctor Cullen*****
"I think our first stop today should be to thank Alec and buy at least 2 more units." I say against Bella's neck as I stand behind her in the bathroom where we're getting ready for day two of the convention.
Bella laughs and nearly chokes on her coffee. "What on earth do you need more than two for, dear?" she asks once she's composed herself.
"Backup," I say matter-of-factly.
"I never would have guessed of all the things in the world, that your favorite kink would be electrosex," she says with a far off disbelieving tone.
"Well, actually now that you put it that way," I tease and start to tickle her sides. Not letting her recover, I reach one hand down the front of her panties, cupping her and pushing my middle and ring fingers inside, while fondling her breasts with my other. She smiles at me in the mirror like an invitation as her wetness coats my hand and I rub myself against her ass.
"You got it all wrong," I explain as I pull her panties to the side and enter her from behind. "You. You are by far my favorite kink."
My wife smiles and reaches forward to brace herself on the counter top and sweetly says, "As you are mine."
The End
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