Felicia

Shedding our clothes and moving back to the Tantra Chair, the thought of him not wanting to have kids suddenly pops into my mind. We haven’t talked about it, but I thought he was simply opposed to the idea of having a child with Jessica. Obviously, it runs deeper than that. I can’t imagine going through life without any children. If anything, I want several children to make up for my lack of immediate family. “I didn’t realize that you were so against having children,” I state, wanting to clear the air instead of dealing with the distraction.

“I knew you heard that.” He slips in behind me and pulls me back against him. “I honestly didn’t think I would ever meet someone I would want to raise kids with. Now that I’ve been forced into having a baby boy, I obviously won’t be able to leave him alone in this crazy world.”

“So, you’re open to having more kids?” I ask, feeling an immediate sense of relief.

“How many do you want?” he asks in a leery tone.

“It’s funny you ask, because I’ve given it a lot of thought,” I reply, looking back at him. “I think everyone should have at least one brother and one sister, so two boys and two girls would be perfect.”

“That makes sense. But what if we end up with four boys?” He rustles uncomfortably behind me.

“Then we’ll have all boys. But if the fourth one is a girl, we would have to try for another girl,” I tell him. “I hate not having a sister. It would be nice to have someone to confide in.”

“You’ve got your mom,” he says, running his warm hands up and down the length of my arms. “You two seem to have a great relationship.”

“We do, but her heart attack was a wake-up call.” I feel a lump immediately forming in my throat. “She’s not going to be around one day.”

“You can always talk to me,” he whispers in my ear, kissing the back of my neck.

“Not if I want to talk about you.” I giggle. “I’m sure there will be times when I will need to vent.”

“Eh, I doubt it,” he replies confidently. “I’m whipped, so I don’t think I’ll stray too far off course.” He cups my breasts and continues to kiss the back of my neck. “If we ever fight, we just have to spend a little time in this chair to make up.”

“Yeah, you can just kiss me like that and I’m pretty sure I’ll forget why I was even mad.” I reach back and grab hold of his growing cock, which is pressing into my lower back. “That’s a pretty impressive hard-on considering we were just talking about babies.”

“Shh.” He continues to caress my breasts. “Let’s focus on what I’m doing right now.”

“Good idea.” I lean forward, lifting my ass just slightly, knowing exactly what I want him to do. This position hits me in just the right spot. Without saying a word, he slips the tip inside and begins to rhythmically move my hips. “God, I love this.” I lean forward on my elbows and lift my ass just a bit more, letting him know that I’m craving some serious penetration. It’s kind of amazing how we’ve learned to pick up on each other’s signals. He grasps my hips tightly and begins to deliver full-length strokes. The idea of having kids with him once again filters into my thoughts and only enhances the experience. In addition to being a great lover, I know he’s going to be a great father. He has both the temperament and a good heart, two things that every guy needs to be a good role model for his children. He also has a sense of humor, which is often necessary when you might be tempted to strangle them.

“I love how your pussy snugs around me,” he says, slowing his pace but continuing to thrust as deeply as possible within me. “This feels amazing.”

“It’s perfect,” I mutter, feeling a wave of pleasure flooding through me. “God, I love you,” I add, feeling a fullness in my heart that has always alluded me in the past.

“I love you too,” he whispers, pulling my hair to the side and kissing me between the shoulder blades. “I never thought I could feel this way about anyone. I absolutely adore you.” He places his hands on my hips and lifts me up before increasing the intensity and pace of his strokes. Primal sounds emanate from his lips as he drives me to my first orgasm of the day.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah.” I pant, my legs shaking violently beneath me. “Don’t stop!” I cry, wanting him to drive me past this initial climax to see if I can have another orgasm before he reaches his. “My God!” The sensations are more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. He’s pounding me more intensely than ever, so I need to rest my inner thighs on the chair because my legs won’t stop their violent trembling. My thoughts are quickly overtaken by sheer ecstasy.

Rex

Over the past three months, we’ve had lots of sex, played with lots of toys, and tried a number of different things, but the feelings that are dwelling within me at this moment are far more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. I never imagined I could have this depth of feeling for anyone. Somehow, I thought this type of thing would never happen for me. The strangest thing is how it came from out of the blue and struck with such force that I didn’t stand a chance. Now, when she talks about having four kids, it almost makes sense. It’s something I never would’ve imagined a few months ago. I thrust deeply into her, expressing physically the feelings I’m harboring within me. I don’t think it’s possible to convey what I’m feeling, but I’m determined to make an effort.

“Oh, God,” she cries out as her legs continue to tremble beneath her. I squeeze her hips tightly and give her several more solid thrusts before sending myself into oblivion. “That was amazing,” she gasps as I wrap my arms around her from behind and hold her tight.

“I think we’re made for each other,” I reply, knowing that I have definitely found the one.

“Yeah, it blows me away every time you do that to me,” she replies, turning her head and kissing me on the lips. “I just hope you never get tired of doing that to me.”

“I do too.” I think back to something someone told me about putting a gumball into a jar every time you have sex before you’re married and taking one out each time you have sex after you’re married. Apparently, most people never run out of gumballs. I can’t imagine ever growing tired of making love to this woman. She’s not only my idea of physical perfection, but I’m convinced she’s also my soulmate. I don’t think many people find that combination. Maybe that’s why they never run out of gumballs.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she says, turning to face me in the chair.

“I was just thinking about how lucky I am that you fished my catalog out of your mother’s garbage can that day.” I lean in and give her another kiss.

“Yeah, and came up with that brilliant idea to put sex toys in a fashion catalog,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “I wonder how many old ladies we terrified with that first mailing?”

“Hey, you never know what’s going to work,” I reassure her once again. “That’s why they call it test marketing. The women at the trade show loved the idea. I think the list broker just sold us a bad mailing list.”

“I’m just glad Barb took all of those phone calls instead of me,” she adds with a flustered expression. “I probably would’ve cried. I can’t believe how mean some of those people were.”

“Yeah, but in hindsight, I should’ve known better. Like the lady who was sitting on the couch with her kids thumbing through what she thought was a clothes catalog. I’m sure she was a little shocked to turn the page and see the RH Signature Collection. That’s something those kids won’t be able to unsee, if you know what I mean.” I still laugh thinking about how that scene probably went down.

“I felt horrible just hearing about it. I can’t imagine the look on those kids’ faces.” She closes her eyes and hangs her head.

“Hey, we learned our lesson and moved on,” I tell her, lifting her chin with my finger. “You’ve done a great job with all of those marketing pieces. Our sales are through the roof since you came onboard, so cut yourself some slack.”

“Yeah, my special talent is trying out sex toys and writing a piece that convinces other women to do the same.” She continues to shake her head with a conflicted look in her eyes. “My grandparents would be so proud.”

“Whether you realize it or not, we’re providing a valuable service for thousands of women each month. Just think how much your life has blossomed since your first orgasm.” I lower my chin and stare into her pitiful eyes.

“Yeah, my life is amazing now compared to how it used to be.” Her expression lightens a bit.

“So, you don’t think the same thing is happening for some of the women who read about your experience and try it for themselves?” I sit silently, waiting for her answer.

“I know. You’re right,” she relents, getting up from the chair. “I guess I always thought I would make a bigger contribution to society than sharing my experiences with sex toys.”

“Relax, babe. You’re young and this is your very first job. You’re doing great so far.” I stand up and slip my arms around her waist, looking deep into her eyes. “I’m sure you will do great things, but it probably won’t be until after you’re done raising all those babies.”

“After we’re done raising all those babies, you mean?” Her eyes shift into glare mode as she waits for my response.

“I’ve gone from not wanting children, to having one on the way, to your telling me you want two boys and two girls, so you might have to give me a little time to adjust.” My mind clutters with images of baby diapers and toys strewn all over the living room floor. I can picture Felicia and me collapsed on the couch, looking disheveled and utterly exhausted. “Of course, I’m going to help out as much as I can. But someone’s going to have to run the business.”

She gives me a knowing smirk. “I’ve seen firsthand how you can manage almost everything on your iPhone. The days of men hiding out at the office are fading fast, my love,” she says, patting me on the shoulder. “I’m going to go get my sun now before it clouds over.” I know she’s right, so I slip my sweats back on and retrieve my phone to see who called a few minutes earlier.

The name Brix Turner pops up as a missed call. I click to listen to the voicemail he left. “Hey, Rex, that deal you referred with the new sex club just came through. They’re putting in two dozen Tantra Chairs! That’s the biggest single order I’ve ever gotten, so I’ll be happy to split the commissions fifty-fifty with you. I’m going to be flying into Seattle tomorrow with my new girlfriend. I thought the four of us could drive up to Vancouver to check out the place firsthand. It sounds pretty kinky and fun.” I click to send him a text message.

Me: I’ll talk to Felicia about it. I don’t think we have anything going on tomorrow night. Sounds like fun.

Brix: Cool man! I’ll hit you up when I land. It’ll be around 4.

Me: Sounds good!

My thoughts immediately turn to what Felicia’s reaction will be when I ask her if she wants to go to a sex club. I’ve been to a couple in the past, one in Amsterdam and one in Copenhagen, and they were both pretty intense. Both times, I was with someone I didn’t know all that well. It might actually be fun now that I’m in a monogamous relationship. It will definitely be a unique experience for both of us. I like the idea of it being a few hours away as it reduces the odds of running into anyone that either of us knows. I glance out the patio door to see Felicia tanning in nothing but her bikini bottom. She’s come a long, long way, so she might actually be into it. I’ll mention it later. For now, I need to get cleaned up so I can get a few things done before my one o’clock meeting.