Chapter 15 : Toys And Emergency Calls

Before I could revv the engine to life, I glanced at the woman standing at the apartment door. It frustrated me that for the second time in a week I bailed on her. It was either a sign that the two of us were better off keeping our hands to ourselves, or just incredibly shitty timing.

I could almost see Aya's chest move up and down in a disappointed sigh. It really got to me, for obvious reasons. And without thinking, which had become a norm whenever a situation involved Aya, I opened the car door and rushed back up her front porch.

'Kevin what are you- '

Before she could finish her statement, and before I could give my overly rational mind a chance to contemplate what was going on, I pulled her by the arm and pressed my lips against hers.

She was frozen with shock for a split second, but quickly placed her arms over my shoulders and kissed me back. Unlike the first kiss, this one felt a little more natural, very scandalous, but natural nonetheless.

I broke the kiss and stared into her droopy eyes, not missing the intense blush that had tinted her cheeks.

'I'll make it up to you', I murmured before jetting back to the open car door.

'Kevin wait!'

'I'll call you!'

Aya remained standing motionless as she watched the car speed off. It took her slightly intoxicated brain a couple of seconds to realize what had just happened, and immediately, she gently touched her lips as her face painted bright red a second time.

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I barged into the kitchen and sprinted past the dinning area towards our bedroom. When I pushed the bedroom door open, my wife squealed and sat up in bed, her hand tightly clutching the sheet and her eyes wide.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before she finally managed to ask me what was going on.

'Why are you banging doors in the middle of the night Kevin?! What's going on?!'

I closed the bedroom door and rushed to her side of the bed, frantically searching for God knows what.

'Where is he?!'

My wife clutched the sheet even tighter and narrowed her eyes at me. 'Where's who? Kevin what is going on?!'

I honestly did not have the slightest idea what was going on, but my mind kept telling me my wife was hiding something, or someone. Had Norman been here? Was he still here? Maybe under the bed?

I got to my knees and peeped under the bed, and then quickly got up and threw open the closet doors, but I did not find a single trace of a man.

But if my wife was not hiding anything, why was her face flushed and sweaty?

'Why are you holding the sheets so tightly to your chest?' I asked in a rather shaky tone. I feared the answer she would give me, I feared how I would react to it.

'Kevin will you calm down, what's gotten into you?'

'Tell me about the sheets!'

She drew in a deep breath and lowered she sheets, revealing her naked body underneath. My heart started pounding, but not out of excitement.

I watched her hand reach into the sheets and pull something out, and I had to swear to myself I would not grab a baseball bat if she pulled Norman out of there.

When my blurred vision cleared and fully realized what she was holding in her hand, my eyes circled and my face immediately flushed red.

'Wow… that's umm… it's umm… it has a really interesting color.' The shame, embarrassment and awkwardness in my tone could not be masked as I stared at the toy in her hand.

With a blush twice as intense as mine, she quickly shoved it under the pillow. 'You were out with your friends and I... ' her voice cracked a little as she fought hard to hide the shame that was painted all over her face. 'I needed a little release… I ordered it online a few days ago.'

I was honestly at loss for words, I didn't know what to say or do, but her words made me feel incredibly guilty. Had I been neglecting my wife so much that she would resort to pleasuring herself?

I slowly sat down by her and took her hand in mine. 'Just tell me one thing,' I mumbled, 'is it bigger?'

She rose her head and stared at me for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter. I immediately joined her, thankful that my little perverse joke had lightened the mood.

After five good minutes of hearty laughter, she wiped away a stray tear and smiled at me in a way she hadn't done in a very long time, and it aroused in me the urge to kiss her.

'Thank you for not judging me', she whispered with a light blush on her pretty face.

I took both her hands in mine and stroked them softly. 'I'm sorry for not being there when you need me, I'm your husband, I should have known.'

She immediately threw herself in my arms, and I happily embraced her. Her skin was a little damp and warm, but I didn't mind, I had not held my wife this way in years, I was going to savour every second.

'By the way,' she mumbled, 'who were you looking for when you barged in earlier?'

Thank goodness she could not see the expression on my face, as she was tucked into my chest.

'Oh right.. about that.' I broke the hug and stared at her beautiful face. 'I got a bunch of emergency notifications from your phone. I was worried you were hurt or worse… being… raped?'

There was that pause again. I chuckled nervously hoping she wouldn't see through my lie. I couldn't tell her that I was expecting to find Norman hiding under our bed after pleasuring her while I was away.

'Oh, I must have leaned on my phone screen or something,' she responded, 'I hope I didn't pull you away from your friends.'

'No, just from a possible hanky panky session but that's alright', I thought to myself and chuckled.

'Don't worry about it, I was already on my way home.'

She nodded with a smile that automatically tugged the corners of my mouth as well. The night might not have gone great, but it had not gone as bad as it could potentially have, so I was content.

'Let me shower quickly,' my wife mumbled and slipped out the bed. She paused at our bathroom door and gave me an extremely amorous smile. 'Would like to join me? I bet you've had a long night yourself?'

She didn't need to ask me twice, I was already throwing off my shoes in preparation to release all the pent up stress of the evening.

As she disappeared into the bathroom, I continued fidgeting with my garments and in the process, knocked her pillow and toy to the floor.

I completed my undressing and picked the pillow up, but as I reached for the toy, I paused and gulped.

My hand retracted and my throat went dry as I stared at my wife's toy on the floor. 'Why the fuck is it so big?'