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The box had been sitting on the porch all morning. Rae was halfway through her lukewarm coffee when she spotted it through the blinds. A jolt of excitement surged through her chest. It was here. The harness. The dildo. The teal toy she’d picked out so carefully with Peter—intentionally not black, not pink, not “flesh-colored.” Something different. Something that didn’t scream “male,” but whispered power. Feminine power.
She practically skipped to the door, snatching it up before any neighbor could catch her giggling like a teenager hiding something deliciously naughty. Her fingers trembled as she slit open the box, peeling back the cardboard like it was treasure. And it was. There it was, tucked neatly in its packaging. The harness—sleek and adjustable—and the teal dildo. Modest. Almost the same size as Peter’s. That was intentional too. She wanted to match him, not overshadow him. Not yet, anyway.
Rae stripped down to her underwear and stepped into the harness. She cinched the straps and adjusted the buckles until the shaft stood proud from her hips. The weight of it was…weird. Distracting. Kind of annoying when it bumped the kitchen counter while she loaded the dishwasher. But she liked it. No, loved it. Not because it made her feel like a man—because it didn’t. It made her feel like herself. A version of herself she hadn’t felt in years.
Powerful.
Confident.
Electric.
She walked past the hallway mirror and paused, glancing sideways. She looked hot. Absurd. Unapologetic. She bent over to pick up Bella’s dog bowl and the toy bounced forward, nudging her inner thigh. “Well, excuse me,” she muttered with a laugh. Even the annoyance turned her on. It made her aware of her body in a way she hadn’t been in ages.
By the time Peter’s car pulled into the garage, Rae had the toy wiped clean, disassembled, and tucked neatly back in the box—hidden in the nightstand drawer like a secret waiting to be whispered.
Dinner was chili from the Crockpot and a green salad—Peter’s favorite. She let the anticipation simmer like the beans and spices. He was relaxed, unsuspecting, and she couldn’t help smiling every time she looked at him.
After the dishes were stacked and the lights turned low, Rae took his hand. “I have a surprise.”
Peter followed her into the bedroom, and she shut the door behind them. No candles yet, just quiet excitement. She pulled the box from the drawer and held it out to him.
He raised an eyebrow but took it from her with curiosity. As he pulled out the harness and dildo, his expression shifted. A mix of awe, fear, and something even more vulnerable—intrigue.
“This is the one we picked,” she whispered. “Teal. Like we said.”
He rotated the dildo in his hands. “It’s… it’s nice.” His voice cracked, making them both laugh.
“Soft enough for comfort, firm enough to make a statement.” Rae teased, slipping beside him on the bed.
Peter still looked like he needed reassurance. Rae pulled a small box out from under the bed and handed it to him. “You’ll need this too.”
He opened it. “An enema?”
“Mmmhmm.” She kissed him softly on the cheek. “Clean up your bum for me, sweetie. I’ve been thinking all day about what it will feel like to take you. To be inside you. I want this so badly.”
That kind of forwardness wasn’t Rae’s usual lane. But that wasn’t Rae anymore, was it? Not just the boring stay-at-home mom who lived in yoga pants and packed lunches. No, this Rae was awake.
Peter looked stunned but… warm. Blushing. He nodded and took the box to the bathroom without a word.
Inside, he filled the little bulb with warm water, just like the instructions Rae had printed out for him. He smiled at her thoughtfulness. The printouts had little pink hearts drawn in the margins. She had really thought this through.
He did the routine—three rinses until the water came out clear. It wasn’t… bad. Actually, it was kind of fascinating. He’d never done this before, and while it was certainly not erotic to him in the traditional sense, it felt intimate. Purposeful. Like prepping for something meaningful. Something sacred.
He dried off and found the outfit Rae had laid out for him—his old basketball shorts and a snug white t-shirt. Casual. Soft. Comfortable. He pulled it on and padded barefoot back to their room.
The lights were low. Two candles flickered gently on the dresser. Rae sat on the bed wearing yoga pants and a sports bra—if not for the teal strapon buckled tight against her hips, he’d have assumed she was headed to her pilates class. The thought made him laugh. “That would definitely make yoga awkward.”
Rae looked up and smirked. “You noticed the strapon, huh?”
“I tried not to,” he chuckled. “But it’s hard to miss.”
She stood and stepped closer, the dildo bobbing playfully with each stride. “Thank you for doing this with me,” she said, pressing her palm to his chest. “I’ve never been so turned on about something. Not in years. I feel like my passion is on fire, Peter. I can’t wait, but I also need to make sure you’re still okay. We can stop anytime. I mean it.”
Peter took a breath. She was so earnest. So blazing with want. It was impossible not to be drawn in.
“I love how passionate you are, Rae,” he said honestly. “This is… incredible. I’ve never felt so desired in my entire life. I’m anxious, sure. But I want to do this. For you. With you. I love you so much.”
They kissed.
Not a peck. Not a married-for-years kiss. A real kiss. Open, melting, devouring. Not him kissing her. Not her kissing him. Just them. Colliding, blending, belonging.
Peter felt her shift against him, her hips pressing the strap-on into his thigh. He shuddered. She was ready. Really ready.
She rolled him gently onto his back, eyes locked to his. She wasn’t in a rush, but she wasn’t unsure either. Rae poured lube into her hand and massaged it generously between his cheeks, letting a slick finger circle and gently press inward. He tensed, then exhaled, letting it happen.
It didn’t hurt. It was weird, sure—but not painful. There was a warmth to it. A vulnerability. He’d touched himself before… but this wasn’t that. This wasn’t about pleasure—it was about surrender. Emotional surrender.
Rae applied more lube to the dildo, and her voice dropped into a soft whisper. “Just breathe, love. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
She positioned herself between his legs, guiding the tip to his entrance.
Peter’s breath caught in his throat.
And then—
To be continued.
