Ginia and me.

Ginia, wanted everything, first, ditch the flat, ditched. Move everything to her place, I got rid of more, I didn't need it, to tell the truth I was feeling better owning less which was a strange way to feel. However Ginia had lots of things at her place, nice things, but a lot, so adding clutter wasn't on my mind. Paul was funny, he couldn't stop staring at me, at one stage I asked him whether it bothered him, me invading his space and he said he was just enjoying having me around. Cool actually I felt the same and valued his company, that he was trotting out my daughter, to me I guess I saw it as a bit of a bonus.

God, our sex life was unbelievable, seeing my partner, soon maybe wife, performing on video did all kinds of things to my wanger, I found I could get a hard-on watching Gin peel potatoes, or bent over cleaning the toilet, or polishing the damn coffee table, One day she took to washing the car in her Daisey Dukes with flip-flops and low-cut tee-shirt. – Wow just wow, unfortunately she takes the car to the car wash now, I guess it was a bit much for the neighbours to comprehend but hey, I don't remember hearing any of them complaining about the visuals at the time. At least they still talk to us.

But Ginia had a dark side, still. Don't get me wrong – it was a good dark side, I'd seen it in the video, and we had kinda joked about it, but a dark side none the less. I realised that when I was putting my shirts and pants in a spare cupboard in the walk-in closet she just insisted I should share. I opened the door and froze. It was like discovering your partner is a spy of some kind and you accidentally find their hidden armory. My first thought was whether you need to register any of this stuff, my second thought was they probably just do a background check on the owner before purchase.

“See anything you like?” She was stood in the doorway leant up against the doorframe, one eye raised and with that adorable smile she has when she wants to be noticed, looking at me. Barefooted, long legs, those Dukes had found their way back around her supple ass and she finished it off with a sleeveless tee and definitely no bra.

“Where's Paul Hun?”

“Your ex's, with Leigh. All day.”

“Why?” She said as she walked in, slamming the closet door behind her.

“Uh,huh!, this was a setup wasn't it? I was meant to find this, wasn't I Gin?”

“One way or another you woulda' found it, I just helped it along some, besides M, this way is funner.” She said that as she reached under my teeshirt, found and tweaked my nipples. She grabbed the bottom of my tee in her mouth and proceeded to stretch it so she could dive her head underneath it.

Why? I found out when I felt a wet tounge encircle first one nipple then the other she hadn't stopped tweaking them mind you, and because of that the next thing I felt was, yep, twang! She remarked as she felt it too, “Ohhlll, Did I do that?”

“Nup, you initiated it, physic's did the rest.” Well that was the last stupid remark that came out of my mouth for an hour. Or so.

It was relaxed sex, we never rushed and she kept scampering away to her toy cupboard to pull something out to show me what you did with them. Some of the things were self explanatory, it didn't stop me wincing when she demonstrated them on herself and one of the butt plugs she was going to show me how to insert in her ass, I grabbed out of her hands, loudly said “NO!!” and hurled it against the closet door. She looked at me surprised but I gently told her, she wasn't gonna risk damage putting that up there, she must have had another dozen various things if she wanted variety – just not that one. She still had nipple clamps on and some type of clamp designed for clit action, dildo's of varying shapes and sizes littered the floor, cuffs and bars with chains and things, duster thingy's, miniature cattle prods that tickled more than stung (but I noticed it was multi adjustable and it was on the lowest setting.) The sensory oils and cremes were pretty cool as were the massage oils and stuff, I could use them on her no sweat. The whips and birch thingy's – yeah, don't know, she never pulled them out and I never asked along with other things that I hoped she hadn't lost the operating manuals for, one thing made me curious, I'd never seen anything like it before. It looked like a mini-saddle mounted on a box, It sat on the floor of the cupboard, I pointed at it, “What's that for Gin?”

“Ahhhuurr, thats called a Sybian, Ummmmm, I don't think I need it now, I've got you.”

Closer inspection, yeah I could see roughly how it worked, “God Gin I don't know whether to be happy or insulted. I've never had my wife have her lover stuck in the bottom of her closet before.”

“RIGHT! It's gone, I'll get rid of all of it! I knew it was a bad idea keeping it! I'm sorry Mike, I don't know what I was thinking, I ...” She noticed the grin on my face. Her face dropped all expression at the realisation.

“You're an asshole Mike. Did I ever tell you that?”

“Yeah, you've said it before.”

“So, are we good?”

“Of course, Gin. Better than good, I was just hoping for a demonstration.”

I got a bit of a grin back from her as I pulled 'Sly' (yeah, I gave it a name, eventually) out of It's cupboard, plugged it in to the wall socket, she found the attachment's and hand-held controller with a speed dial on it and the lube, I got to apply it and watched in fascination as she readied herself, she sat astride it lifted up on one of her dainty feet to raise up above the 'tool' she was planning to spear herself with and then lowered herself down on to it with a sigh. Her eye's were closed as she settled into a comfortable position, then with her eye's still closed she reached across and grabbed my hand willing me to come closer, she seperated two of my fingers with her hands and drew them down to her clit then she moved them to a raised area, “Feel.” Was all she said.

Reaching around she found the controller lead and pulled it to her, making sure I still had my fingers where she'd left them she turned 'Sly' on and rotated the speed controller, initially faster than what she intended, she jumped and then dialed it down till it was at a comfortable speed

“Oh I see, awwwesommee,” I felt the raised area beginning to buzz beneath my fingers. I moved them out of the way, placed my hand on her lower back and guided her to move forward. She shuffled till her whole vee was resting on her machine and then she concentrated on the sensations, all the time her eye's remained closed.

I moved my hand away, lay lengthwise next to her one hand holding my head up so I could take her all in. I placed my other hand on her leg stroking her thigh. I looked at Ginia, watched as her gorgeous body started to slowly move, her lower half undulated and you could hear the machine load up as she bought her body down to bear on the moving parts, then as she raised up just enough that it could rev up before she lowered again. It just had to be the sexiest fucking site on the planet. In regular intervals she dialed up more speed and as she did so her intensity to move with it increased. When it happened, it caught me by surprise, she virtually from the kneeling position she was in jumped her whole body off the machine and falling sideways fell on top of me. It never worried me in the least other than I gathered her in my arms so she didn't hit the floor, one of her legs hung drunkenly over the machine as it completely unloaded and went berserk, holding her in mid orgasm as she struggled to recover, I moved my hand around found the control and turned it off. She was still lying partially on top of me and I moved to gently lower her onto the floor beside me, I pushed the straggle of hair that hung over her beautiful face away and softly kissed her neck and cheek. I pulled her into me and cuddled up to her.

I was dozing, I think she was too. After a half hour or so in absolute silence, she rolled over in my arms and looked at me, “You called me your Wife.”