As Maya walks to their table, it feels like everyone is looking at her. As if they know. She avoids eye contact as she sits down carefully. “All set?” Rob asks. He knows the answer based on her body language, but she nods anyway. He smiles and asks the waiter for the check. As Rob stands up, so does Maya, clenching her knees together, fearing it might drop to the floor. An improbable situation because her panties are in the way, but better safe than sorry. Silently, they leave the restaurant and walk into the warm, dark night on the way to their hotel.

Rob grabs her hand and squeezes it lovingly. Maya knows that’s what it means; they’ve been married for ten years. As a bonus, it also helps her navigate the medieval cobblestone streets on her pumps. “Are you full?” he asks. She can’t help but laugh. “From dinner, you mean?” Rob pretends as if he doesn’t understand. “Yes, I’m pretty stuffed,” she says with a wink. Only one more block of sliding around.

Maya knew that this night would be fun, but not that it would be this kind of fun. When Rob told her to pack the dildo in her purse, she was excited. When he texted her to put it in when she was in the restroom, she was terrified. But she did, and there she was. It’s kept snuggly in place by her thong, and by the time they reach their hotel, she’s no longer afraid of it slipping out. Quite the opposite: the thought of her having this in while passers-by know nothing turns her on.

As they wait for the elevator to arrive, she hopes the lobby stays this quiet. After they get in, she keeps pushing the close button for the doors to ensure this remains their private space until they reach the fifth floor. She expects something to happen as soon as the doors close, and she’s right. Rob grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back while kissing her passionately. He slides his other hand over her belly and grasps the top of her thong through the thin dress’s fabric. When he pulls up, the fabric nestles between her labia and pushes the dildo further in. Maya moans as he lets go when the doors open.

To Maya, the short walk to their room seems to take an eternity. As soon as they enter their suite, Rob pulls on her hair and starts kissing her again. She feels how his warm hand finds its way under her dress. He gently taps the inside of her leg, and she places her feet at shoulder width. Apparently, that isn’t enough because he then slaps her inner thigh hard enough for her to know to spread them almost twice as wide. As she tries to maintain her balance on her high-heeled shoes, he slides up his hand further and pulls the fabric of her thong to the side. “Keep it in,” he whispers in her ear. He’s just looking for an excuse to punish me, she thinks. When he starts kissing her again, gravity and her juices work together as a team to set her up for failure. With a dull sound, the dildo falls to the floor. “Now what?” he asks. Precisely what she thought, but she’s okay with that. This is where the real fun begins. “Now I deserve to be punished, Sir,” she says.

TO BE CONTINUED