My Secrets Discovered (3 page)

“Good, I see you’re relaxing.” She nodded with understanding. “Here, try these when you’re through.” She tossed the hosiery packet beside me on the sofa and placed the box on the table next to the tray of food. “The vibrator you bought yesterday may have felt a bit cold and inflexible for your comfort. Here’s a better model that feels more like the real thing. I know you’re gonna want it, so I’ve preloaded it with the batteries. Give it a try before you leave.” With a wink, she disappeared once more through the curtain.

I reached over for the box. The product was called The Rabbit, and it was a pink, translucent penis-shaped vibrator with a weird extension angling out from the base. I turned the box over and was delighted to find an illustrated sequence that demonstrated how to position the device for the most pleasure.

While I figured out how to use my new toy, I felt a hot flush come over me, and I downed the rest of the iced tea. Glancing back at the couple on the screen, I could see they were now engaged in full out fucking with her on top, riding him like a bucking bronco. Oh, that looked good, and I wanted it, too. I ripped open the box. One more glance at the illustration, and I knew that the weird extension was a clitoris massager.

My attention went back to the screen, and I watched how she moved up and down on his shaft. I’ve never been on top when Mark and I did it, but she sure made it look like it was worth a try.

I kneeled on the sofa and put Mr. Rabbit directly under me. I lowered myself down on it, rotated the device so that the extension cradled my clit, and flipped the switch. I watched the shaft disappear within me, and I contracted my muscles around it. Waves of pleasure rippled through me, and I marveled at how quickly I was brought to orgasm.
 

It didn’t stop at one little shudder. No, it was a series of explosions from my deepest core. I lost all sense of where I was and rode Mr. Rabbit again and again. When my thighs and knees felt weak with exhaustion from propping me up, I flipped over on my back, knees spread apart, and fucked myself silly with my Rabbit. The contractions didn’t stop, and neither did I.

My hand was numb from grasping the buzzing vibrator, and that’s the only reason I shut it off. As I pulled Mr. Rabbit from my private chamber, I realized it was the clit massager that kept the desire going. Yesterday’s toy was a joke compared to this baby.
 

Yeah, I’ll be taking this model, and let me know what other colors it comes in. I wanted to make sure if one malfunctioned, I wouldn’t be left without a backup.

I remained on the sofa for several minutes, running my fingers over the folds of my moist pussy. I dared not touch my clit because I knew that would start me going crazy with Mr. Rabbit all over again, and I couldn’t stay in there forever. Glancing over at the television, I saw a black screen. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Horny were done, too.

I got up and put on my clothes. I grabbed the nightie, corset, garter, stockings, and bra and thong set. I put Mr. Rabbit back in his box to take with me. Then I got a queasy feeling. What if Blondie had come in here while I was in my frenzy?
 

I peeked out through the curtains. Blondie was on a ladder, setting up a display on the wall opposite the cash register. She looked over when she heard me pull the curtains aside.

“All set?”

I nodded and marched over to the counter to put the bundle down. Blondie joined me at the register.

“I came in before to see how you were doing, but you were so busy, you didn’t see me, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
 

I’m sure I turned bright red, but Blondie appeared not to notice or chose to ignore it. She continued as if what she saw me do was a commonplace occurrence.

“So, what else will you do to make sure your Saturday night date is one to remember?” she asked.

“I know it’s going to take more than some sexy undies. I’m planning a complete makeover at my salon—haircut and color, manicure, and a pedicure.”

“Uh huh. Are you going to the same place you usually go to?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve been going to Carmen & Tito’s for years.”

“Can I make a suggestion?” Blondie didn’t wait for my approval. “Keep going to the same place, and you’ll keep getting the same thing. Know what I mean?”

She had a point. I ran a hand through my hair. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“Here is the name and number of where I go. Tell them I sent you, and that you want the works. They’ll fit you in, even on a Saturday, if you mention my name.”

“Great, thanks, Blondie. You’ve been so nice. I wish there was something I could do for you.”

“Well, honey, there is.”

“Name it. It’s yours.”

“First you get yourself dolled up, and have the night of your life on Saturday. Then, if all works out like I know it will, plan a party for all your girlfriends. Tell them about what you did, and ask them if they’d like to spice up their lives, too. You fill your house with about five or six women, and I’ll bring the party favors, if you know what I mean.” Blondie looked at me knowingly with a big wink.

“A party. For my friends.” I mulled it over. “Yeah, I like it. A fuckerware party.”

Blondie roared with laughter. “Fuckerware,” she screeched. “I love it!”

“All right, then. I’ll check in with you early next week. I’d better get going now. Can you ring me up?”

“Sure thing. I have one more item to add, though.”

“Really?” I was excited to see what else Blondie had up her sleeve.

“It’s a gift.” She reached under the counter and pulled out a small tin. “You know that tea you’ve been drinkin’? It’s an aphrodisiac blend I make special myself. You can make tea or grind it into powder. Stir it into almost anything, and it works like a charm.” Blondie grinned. “If it works half as good on your husband as it did on you, you got nothin’ to worry about on Saturday.”

I became alarmed. Blondie had drugged me. My face must have given my thoughts away.
 

“Don’t worry. It’s all natural and can’t hurt anyone.”

“What’s in it?”

“Mostly Chinese herbs. I blend ginseng, maca, and horny goat weed with some other herbs.”

“Horny goat weed?”

“Yeah, got its name when some Chinese farmer noticed his goats acting all horny after grazing on it. Picture that, will you, a bunch of goats mounting each other and humping away.”

I laughed along with her. “You are too much, Blondie. I have to say, it’s been an amazing shopping experience. I will definitely be in touch with you first thing Monday morning.”

I never gave her the discount coupon and didn’t notice her stuffing some additional goodies in the bag. When I opened the bag at home, I got one very exciting surprise.

Chapter Three

It was tax season, so Mark worked on Saturday, which was perfect for me. I had the whole day to get myself gussied up and ready for our regular Saturday night date—although I hoped what I was doing would create a new and more frequent norm for our sex life.

I’d scheduled a complete makeover at Goddessa, the salon Blondie recommended. I was going in at ten in the morning for a haircut and color, bikini wax, manicure, pedicure, and make-up application. It was the half-day spa package, and I’d be home by three o’clock with plenty of time to take a quick bath, and ready myself and the bedroom.
 

I planned to meet Mark at the door when he came home around six in the sexy new black dress and heels I bought on the way home from Secrets. I’d be holding a glass of wine for him, specially prepared with the ground-up love potion Blondie gave me. After a delicious homecooked dinner and the rest of that bottle of wine, I’d sneak upstairs on the pretext of getting something, change into my new lingerie and see-through nightie, and lure him up to the bedroom with some request.
 

I thought it was a good plan, but I forgot to factor in Murphy’s Law. Yes, whatever could go wrong did go wrong.

My first mistake was to brew some of Blondie’s tea with an extra chamomile tea bag before I left for my salon appointment. I figured one mug would help me to relax and not be so nervous because my inner critic was having a field day telling me that I would be sorry I was going to strange salon and hairdresser. Why was I taking beauty advice from Blondie?
I fast-forwarded my thoughts to seeing horror instead of lust on Mark’s face when I appeared in my new lingerie.
 

No, I really needed that tea or I probably would have cancelled everything.

The one cup of tea with my breakfast was so helpful at calming my nerves, I made a second cup and put it in my travel mug. By the time I got to the salon, I was the most relaxed I can ever remember being—and it’s a good thing, too, because the first thing scheduled for my day of beauty was a Brazilian bikini wax. In case you don’t know, during this personal care service, all the pubic hair is removed by laying down strips of warm wax and yanking it off. Yeah, and I was acting like I didn’t have a care in the world.

Shoshana, the esthetician, gave me a robe and told me to take everything off, top and bottom, since I would be having the works. This was to protect my clothing, she said. When I was ready, she took me over to a table swaddled in sheets, towels, and lightweight blankets. She took my robe and instructed me to lie down with my head on the pillow at the top end of the table.
 

It felt great. The linens were warm, and she pulled the blanket up over me so I was covered up to my neck. She then lifted the bottom of the blanket and folded it back so that I was uncovered from the waist down.

“I will start by putting some lotion on the area to prepare the skin, “Shoshana said. “It may feel a bit cool at first, but it will quickly warm.”

I nodded and twitched a little as I felt the cool liquid spill above my pubic area. With light, gentle strokes, Shoshana rubbed it into my skin, with her fingers still on my abdomen.

“Bend your knees and spread your legs so I can lubricate the whole area,” she said, and I did as she requested, feeling a bit self-conscious about exposing myself so openly.

It wasn’t anything like how I felt during an exam, though. This was pleasant. Soft music was playing, and the room was quite cozy. It was dimly lit, and Shoshana used a lamp to illuminate the treatment area. I could feel the warmth of the heat from the lamp on my pussy, and it felt good.

Shoshana began to stroke the lotion through my soft, curly patch of pubic hair. I keep that area trimmed close to my skin, and I could feel her soft fingers being careful to stay on the edges and not touch the pink area where there was no hair. Still, I could feel my clit hardening and standing up at attention. It was impossible not to be aroused. She worked the lotion into my skin, lightly massaging the area with her strokes, going further and further back until she reached the tiny hairs that trailed up to my backside. I had to suppress a moan because it felt so good to be touched there. Who knew?

I must have tightened a bit to keep control because she turned her attention away from my bottom and over to my face. “Don’t worry.” She had a sweet smile, like Blondie’s, and I immediately trusted her. “Let me get you some red wine to sip. It will help you relax.”

“Wine? It’s barely after ten in the morning.”

“Just a small glass. By the time you leave, it will have worn off. That’s why we do this first.”

I nodded. It made sense at the time.

“Close your eyes for now,” Shoshana said, and I heard her cross the room, pour the wine, and return. “Here, drink this quickly, and before you know it, we’ll be done.”

I pulled my arm from under the blanket and took the small goblet. She stood there waiting, so I gulped the wine down and handed the glass back to her. “Mmm, that is good. Didn’t even taste like wine—more like a sweet juice.”

“That’s right. Now close your eyes. We’re ready to begin the waxing.”

I laid back, and she returned to prepping me. I didn’t open my eyes when I felt her sprinkle powder on the area and rub it in. I settled down deeper into the soft, warm treatment table and started to drift off when I felt the soft warm strips of fabric being placed down over my pubic area. Shoshana ran her fingers back and forth lightly over the strips to get them to adhere. I heard her say, “Ready?” and I nodded sleepily.

The removal of the wax was a real wake-up call, but she did it quickly, and the stinging was short-lived. Shoshana quickly sprinkled some more powder on the raw area and patted it gently. She followed up with a lotion she promised would minimize any redness. When she rolled the blanket down over my legs, the warmth felt comforting.
 

“All done, my dear. Now relax a few minutes, and when you’re ready, put on your robe and come out to the front. Max is waiting to do your hair.” And with that, she left the room.

My hand traveled down to touch the area. My pussy was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. The entire expanse felt silky, albeit a bit tender at the moment. I let my finger move into my folds and up over my clit. The chamomile tea laced with love potion combined with the shot of wine served to heighten the arousal I felt. I let my fingers work my clit until I felt a contraction and a spurt of fluid down my leg.
 

Someone knocked at the door. I sat up, a bit dazed, clutching the blanket around me. “Yes?”

“Just checking to see how you’re coming along. Max is waiting for you at the reception desk.”

“Be right there.” I grabbed the robe, put my feet in the disposable slippers on the floor, and scurried out.
 

“You must be Jen.” A tall, thin man held out his hand.
 

“Max?”

“Yes. So pleased to meet you. Follow me, please.”

Max led me to his chair, and I sat down. He immediately ran his fingers through my hair, playing with it gently. He pulled it one way, then the other. He took a large clip from his pocket, lifted my hair up off my neck and away from my face, secured it with the clip, and stood back.

“You are too beautiful to hide behind all that hair. And your natural color, though it once must have been lovely, is now dull and streaked with gray. You are needlessly making yourself look older.”