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in place, she lifted the box with her other hand and gave a tentative push to the button. Nothing happened so she squeezed harder and the hard plastic edges dug in hard. Honey let go of the suction cup, and it stayed in place.
    She flicked the switch from low to medium. Heat gathered in her pubic region. Not like normal arousal, like when Mack stroked her or rubbed her clit. Almost a burning. A little concerned, she turned it on high, determined to get maximum benefit from her purchase. What would she look like when she finished? Irresistible, as the website claimed? Guaranteed to drive her lover crazy with passion? It rather reminded her of those collagen injections women got to make their mouths look “bee stung.” All the fashion magazines at the grocery checkout called the effect super-sexy, but she had her doubts.
    Focused on the intriguing sensations between her legs, she let the pump run for several minutes. A tingling followed the warmth, her captive pussy reacting to the pressure in a most positive way. A dull thrum of arousal responded to the cleverly built-in vibrator buzzing over her clit. The next best thing to hands-free eroticism. Honey’s lower belly tightened and she flicked the switch, turning the device off. She’d never intended to orgasm with the thing, not without Mack. She’d bought it for the sole purpose of adding excitement and another level of intimacy to their marriage. Maybe even a little fun. But not for solo fun.
    She set the box on the bed, expecting the plastic cup to fall away, but the mighty pump with its powerful suction had created some kind of hermetic seal. The dang thing refused to come loose.
    Honey pried at the edges with her fingernails, trying to get it off without gouging her skin, but the evil torture device still stayed, stuck. Cursing under her breath, she slipped off the bed and waddled, spraddle-legged to the kitchen, the black box dangling down her thigh, to paw through the carton. Perhaps she’d missed some sort of instruction sheet in her hurry to grab the prize.
    No way would Mack find her sexy like this. He couldn’t even see if her lips were swollen and sensual. Instead of a romantic interlude, she’d created a situation likely to end in a trip to the emergency room. How humiliating. Even if she got it off, the whole process of lying on the bed while a suction cup stuck to her pussy and a small machine hummed might not be the solution to her marital blahs. Unless it gave Mack other ideas…
    The deep purple tissue went flying as she dug to the bottom, but no helpful paperwork surfaced. In a burst of frustration, she tossed the container to the floor. Maybe she should call a plumber to get the evil device off her pubic area, which throbbed in a less pleasant way. Panic sent tingles of adrenalin through her arms and legs.
    Without warning, for reasons of its own, the suction cup released and fell to the floor between her feet. Panting with relief, she picked it up and turned the cardboard box upright. Honey scooped up the fallen tissue paper and shoved it back where it came from. To the trash with you. I’ll have to run to the store and get something special to prepare for our candlelight dinner. Heading for the back door, she kicked an object on the floor. What on Earth? When she scooped it up, she found a lavender plastic bag marked “Free with Purchase.”
    Despite her disenchantment with the pump—and the irritated, still warm sensation in her labia—Honey’s curiosity rose. A freebie…. She left the box on the floor and returned to the counter where she unzipped the bag and dumped the contents into her palm.
    Oh, shit no. She held either her worst nightmare or the answer to her prayers. Shifting from foot to foot as her still-puffy lips made their presence known, Honey closed her fist around what her research taught her was a butt plug. Made of blue plastic, a few inches long and with a teardrop shape, the device narrowed to a blunted top, then narrowed