“We’re all about anal beads,” Cindy crowed on the phone to me.

She sounded so happy; I had to ask her to slow down, to back up, to explain everything. I knew that she and Bill had been having a difficult time lately. Like so many people, the two of them were overworked and overbooked. As Cindy had moaned to me over coffee the week before, sex had taken a backseat in their relationship, which was difficult for my best friend who has a libido that tends to work as hard as she does.

I’d suggested she go to my favorite store and buy a few items. Maybe if Bill saw how fun their sex life could be, he’d try to make more time in his schedule. Apparently, my idea had worked.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Cindy said. “I can’t wait to tell you everything!”

“Start at the start,” I said, getting comfortable on the sofa.

“I went into the store ahead of time,” she said. “I wanted to get the lay of the land, you know? See what was what. At first, I was kind of embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Well, there I was in my office clothes, and all the girls who work at the store had on these adorable little outfits. They were sex vixens or party elves or something, and I was in my pinstripes and loafers, looking as corporate as ever.”

I could see that. Cindy’s as hot as they come, but she keeps her passion bottled up, her long red hair piled high on her head, her pretty figure concealed by the men’s style suits she favors.

“But the place relaxed me somehow. That sensation of good sex was everywhere. Like you could almost breathe it in. In almost no time at all, I found a few items that I really wanted to try, and I made mental notes. Then I bought Bill a gift certificate. The next day, I slid it into his wallet. I knew he’d find it when he reached for cash at lunchtime, and I was right. He called me from the sandwich shop and told me to meet him at the store after work.”

For some reason, I realized I was getting wet as she was talking to me. I could imagine myself in Cindy’s place, squirming around at my desk for five hours waiting to go to a sex-toy store. I leaned back on the sofa, propped up by a few pillows, and got more comfortable. I had a glass of wine at my side, and I took sips while Cindy continued.

“It was like we were on a first date,” she said. “I mean, I was all nervous and jittery when I got there and Bill didn’t seem to know where to look first. He was totally overwhelmed.”

Bill is not the type of person to get overwhelmed. He’s a top-notch attorney, and I’ve seen him keep his head in heated situations. I liked the image of the six-foot blond feeling out of place.

“I took him to the wall of handcuffs first,” she said, “and he just stood there, kind of slack-jawed. Finally, he grabbed a pair of fuzzy red cuffs, and from then he was in motion. It was like he needed to take one step forward to begin.”

“So what else did you buy?” I couldn’t wait to hear.

“A vibrator.”

“You didn’t have one?” I was shocked. Who doesn’t own a vibrator?

“Not since my last one died. We bought a nicer one to replace my old, and a set of anal beads, lube and a blindfold. We went to town. And guess what?”

My “what?” was almost a whisper.

“We didn’t even make it home before we started to try out the toys. Bill put the cuffs on me in the car, and then he started to touch me. I was a wreck, moving all over the seat, begging him for more. He told me if I couldn’t keep my voice down, he’d have to go back into the store to buy me a gag, and I almost came right then.”

As Cindy was talking, I stood and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Cordless phones can be a blessing sometimes. I lay down on the bed while she told me how Bill had pinched her nipples through her bra and blouse before hurriedly undoing her shirt. How he licked and kissed her through her black satin bra before pulling down the cups so he could suck on her naked tits.

I swear,“ Cindy said, ”he was more turned on than he’d been since the start of our relationship. It wasn’t like we were newlyweds. It was like we’d just invented sex. He was intense, tipping the car seat all the way back so he could really have at me. I couldn’t do anything with my hands, but I could move my body, and Bill kept talking to me about how sexy I looked, how he couldn’t wait to get me home to fuck me, and then he stopped talking and just used his mouth.

“Where?”

“Everywhere. He pulled my skirt up to my waist and began to press his face against my pussy. I was in shock, I think, because I let him. I didn’t even worry that we might get caught. All I wanted was to feel his tongue on my clit, his lips on my split. He licked and sucked me through my panties, and then he helped me take them off and he pressed his face right against me and made me come.”

“In the parking lot?” I was flabbergasted. This was so unlike them!

“It was so romantic!”

I giggled. I couldn’t help myself. Cindy sounded so thrilled. “Did he fuck you in the car?”

“No,” she said. “He told me that he was going to take me home, cut my clothes off me with the utility scissors, and try out all the other toys we’d bought. He looked so sexy. I could see his hard-on through his slacks, and I knew he was that aroused by the thought of what he was going to do to me. I don’t even remember the ride home. It was a blur.”

As she was talking, I’d stripped out of my clothes. Then I surreptitiously reached into the bottom drawer of my nightstand.

“What happened when you got home?” I asked as I wrapped my fist around the base of my vibrator.

“Bill carried me into the house. Then he did just what he said. He cut my clothes off and then he put the blindfold on me. I’d never worn a blindfold before. Not even with boyfriends before Bill. I think I was afraid of giving up control. But with Bill it was different. Not scary, just sexy.”

I almost moaned, but I bit my lip to stifle the sound. Cindy was turning me on in a big way. Ever so slowly, I began to run the tip of the vibrator up and over my clit. I didn’t turn on the motor. Not yet. But I played with myself while listening to my best friend’s erotic story.

“He had the blindfold on me, and my wrists were still cuffed, and he led me carefully to our bedroom. I stood there, nervously, while he moved around the room. I couldn’t tell what he was doing at first, but then he helped me lay down on the bed, and I felt the towel beneath me. Good thing, too, because we went through a lot of lube.”

“How were you positioned on the bed?” I asked, wanting more of a visual. “On your back? Your stomach?”

“My stomach. Bill had been talking about the anal beads from the beginning, so I knew he couldn’t wait to try them out. He slicked me up and began to insert them one by one.”

“Have you guys played like that before?”

“Come on,” Cindy said, “you know we’ve done anal.” She was right. I remember the way she’d described the passion of their first night of butt sex. “Still, toys were brand-new for us. I don’t know why it took us this long to get creative.”

Speaking of creative, I began to fuck myself with the dildo, but now I turned on the power. This meant I had to use all my fine motor skills. I used my pinkie to mute and un-mute the phone when it was time for me to talk, and I used my other hand to work the controls of the motor. I didn’t want to go ramping up the vibrations until the toy was making its standard Harley-engine hum with Cindy listening. She’d guess what I was up to. So whenever Cindy paused in the conversation, I shut off the toy, un-muted the phone, and made the appropriate noises to urge her to continue. Then back I’d go to my wicked games, getting more excited by the instant.

I wasn’t surprised at the detail Cindy was giving me. We’ve been friends since college, and we’ve always shared the intimate details of our love lives. I have known what every one of Cindy’s beau’s looked like naked, the size of their dicks, their stamina in bed, and I’ve been equally passionate about sharing the closed-door details of my own love life.

I wasn’t, however, prepared to let her know that her story was turning me on.

“Once he had all the beads inside me, he flipped me over on the towel and began to lick my pussy again. I was in heaven. The blindfold kept me in the dark. My wrists were bound. And Bill was licking my pussy like it was going out of style.”

I started rocking my hips on the mattress. I could feel the juices coating my own pussy, and I imagined my boyfriend, Ian, doing to me exactly what Bill had done to Cindy.

“And then?” I tried not to pant.

“Bill moved off the bed and I heard the sounds of him getting undressed. Then he climbed back on and started to fuck me. I was out of my head, filled with the beads and Bill’s cock. He had me coming in no time, and he didn’t even stop, he just kept fucking me until I came again.”

There was a point when I realized I needed more. I listened carefully to every detail, and as she was talking, I lubed up a set of my own anal beads and slid them one by one into my asshole. This took a bit of finesse on my end. I had to cradle the phone carefully between my ear and my shoulder, and I got myself into a pretzel-like yoga position to insert the beads without disconnecting the call. But I managed to make it work.

“Bill kept telling me how sexy it was to find the certificate in his wallet. How he’d had to go to the men’s room at work and jack off at lunch. How he’d almost called me back to tell me to skip out early so we could start right away. As he fucked me, he rubbed my clit with his fingers, taking me to whole new realms.”

I continued to work myself with the vibrator while Cindy was talking. I could easily picture the situation: Cindy spread on the bed, her big man on top of her.

“He fucked me real hard until I came again, and then he said, ‘After I pull out all those beads, I’m going to replace them with my cock.’”

I whimpered. Thank God for the mute button.

“That took me over the edge, and as soon as the vibrations began to subside, Bill made good on his word. He rolled me on the mattress so my bound wrists were in front of me, and he positioned me up on my knees. I was trembling all over as he slid his cock back inside me, clearly wanting to feel my body respond as he pulled those beads out one by one.”

I got into as close a position as the one Cindy described as I could. Then I began to pull the beads out of my ass. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a man nearby to replace the beads. So as Cindy continued to give me the play-by-play, I pulled out my favorite butt plug and slid the toy deep into my ass. There! I was now as close to experiencing what Cindy had experienced as I could get without help.

I used the vibrator on my clit and squeezed the plug with my ass while Cindy completed the tawdry tale she was telling me.

“Bill was so turned on,” she said, “but he didn’t rush. First, he unlocked the handcuffs.”

“Why?” I wondered if she could tell how breathless I was.

“He wanted me to use the new vibrator on my clit while he fucked my ass.”

My “oh” was more of a moan than a word. I coughed to try to cover up. Cindy didn’t even seem to notice.

“I still had the blindfold on, but now I could use the new toy on my pussy. Bill took his position behind me, gripping my hips and pressing the head of his cock at my backdoor. I was making these sounds I’d never made before, kind of crying and begging at the same time. He fucked me like he never had. Deep and hard, pounding my ass until I was a quivering mess.”

Talk about a quivering mess, I was totally wrecked by the story. And, of course, that’s when Ian came into the bedroom and said, “What the hell’s going on here?”

I hadn’t even heard him enter the house, that’s how intent I’d been on listening to Cindy’s story. Quickly, I motioned for him to be quiet, and I undid the mute button and said, “Look, Cin, I have to go. Let’s meet for brunch tomorrow and you can tell me the rest.”

She agreed, and I got off the phone and tried to explain what was going on to Ian.

“You’re having phone sex with Cindy?” His eyebrows went up. The bed was strewn with sex toys, and I was all a jitter, right on the very verge of coming.

“No,” I said. “Well, yes, but she didn’t know that.”

“What do you mean?” he reached for my vibrator and turned the motor back on.

“She was telling me this story about her and Bill, and I couldn’t help myself.”

“It was that sexy? Why don’t you tell it to me? I could use a sexy story after my day.”

I looked at him. Was he serious? He pressed the tip of the toy to my clit. Yes, yes he was.

“See, they’d been in a slump,” I started, and Ian began to work the vibrator in circles around my swollen clit. I leaned back on the pillows and spread my legs wide apart to grant him the best access. He played with me exactly the way I love best, not zoning directly in on my clit at the start, but gently and slowly teasing me toward the brink.

“Yeah?” he prompted. “A slump?”

“So I suggested she take him to a sex-toy store. You know, to buy a few things.”

“And it worked?”

“Like a charm.” I was panting.

“Tell me.”

“She said he cuffed her wrists in the parking lot of the store and went down on her in the car.”

“Did she like that?”

I nodded.

“So Cindy’s a bad girl like you.” He set down the vibrator and reached into our toy drawer. In seconds, he had a pair of handcuffs dangling in front of me. I put my wrists together and listened to the satisfying click as he locked the cuffs in place.

“Roll over, baby. Put your ass in the air.”

My pussy spasmed as I did as he said, and Ian rocked the butt plug in my ass and then slowly pulled the toy almost all the way out before pushing it back in.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I told Ian. “I love it.”

He started to fuck me while the plug was in my ass, and I felt myself grow tense when he brought the vibrator back into play, rubbing the tip of the tool up and over my clit, really working me good. I was shivering all over when he said, “Tell me the rest of the story.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Don’t make me talk.”

“I’ll stop.”

Shit. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to take me where I needed to go. Ian always loves to force me to talk when I am in the heat of the moment. He knows my brain and my mouth seem to disconnect, so that speaking is very difficult for me. For some reason, the effort I have to make turns him on.

“She said that Bill took out the beads and fucked her asshole.”

Ian pulled out the butt plug and then I felt the head of his cock against my tight little opening. Slowly, he squeezed inside me. I groaned and spread my legs, trying to give him the best access possible.

“Oh, you dirty girl,” he said. “You want me in your ass, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“Fuck my asshole, Ian. Please,” I whispered.

“Louder.”

“Fuck my ass.” I was speaking at a normal tone now.

“Shout it, baby,” he said. “Really let me know you want it.”

“Please fuck my asshole!” I was shouting for real now. Ian took me seriously and plunged inside. I almost creamed right then, but I managed to hold it together, letting the sweetness of the ride take me higher and higher. I wanted to come with my man. Sometimes we are able to reach our peaks simultaneously and nothing makes me feel closer to him. Ian worked my clit with the vibrator while he fucked my ass in nice, steady strokes. Then he said, “I’m going to take you shopping tomorrow. Would you like that?”

“Where?” I asked, but I already knew.

“Same store Cindy and Bill went. We’re going to get a whole lot of new toys to use on you, pretty girl. Nipple clamps. A gag. Oh, and I think a paddle. A girl who gets off to her friend’s bedroom details is definitely a girl who could use a good ass-whooping. What do you think?”

What did I think?

I thought I was coming.

The orgasm triggered Ian’s, and he came with me, just as I’d hoped. We were connected in the haze of pure pleasure, the vibrations working through both of us so that we didn’t even have to talk to communicate. We were one.

And then we were done. I pulled away, turned around, and gazed up at my handsome man. Then I smiled.

“What’s that look for?” he asked, grinning at me.

“I was just thinking of the things I want to buy for you,” I said, and I thrust out my hands so he could undo the cuffs while I mentally made an x-rated shopping list in my mind.