I parked outside the drug store and said, “Now, you are to go in there and buy a home enema kit.”
Marilyn’s eyes widened to the point of panic. “I can’t go in there dressed this way!”
“You can and you will! Give me a break. Nobody here knows you or cares. You could wander in there in a string bikini with a sign around your neck saying ‘Rent me!’ and nobody would care. Now, get out of the car and do it. Do you have any money in your purse?”
Marilyn groaned and rolled her eyes. “Yes!”
“Then go, and don’t think you can cheat. I’ll be watching!”
I did, too. I got out of the 380 about a minute after Marilyn went into the store, and followed her surreptitiously through the store, and watched her find an enema kit and take it up to the counter. As I told her, nobody cared or noticed. I followed her out to the car, and let her back in. The bag went into the back, and I ordered her to undo her skirt again.
I think some of Marilyn’s nervousness was about what the enema kit signified to her. Anal sex was something we did on occasion, and while Marilyn certainly enjoyed it, it was also something terribly taboo to her.
From the drug store, we drove to Harrisburg, with me alternating allowing her to touch herself with not touching herself, and I drove to an industrial part of town, and pulled into the parking lot of an adult video store. “Now, we are going in together,” I told her. “Only button the top two buttons on the skirt.”
“Just two?” she asked weakly.
I gave her a big grin. “Don’t complain or I might make it just one!”
It was late, but the store was still open. I led her inside, and Marilyn was very nervous. I expect she thought that white slavers were about to descend upon us and whisk her off to parts unknown. She clung to my arm as we went inside. I had been here once before, to buy a vibrator for her. It was about what you would expect, simple industrial concrete block construction (cheap), no windows (nothing to break when the natives rioted), and nondescript. Inside were several aisles with various toys, videos, and magazines, all sexual in nature.
Marilyn had never been in an adult store before, and it was all I could do not to laugh at her. From behind her, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Your custom tailored Carl Buckman Experience involves you leaving your comfort zone and exploring what you are capable of. I’ll bet you’ve never seen a place like this before.” Marilyn couldn’t even answer, but simply shook her head. I prodded her and we started going down the aisles.
Marilyn’s eyes were as wide as a five-year-old’s on Christmas morning. There were things in that store she had never heard of before. I kept up the torment, asking her what she thought of different vibrators, did she want a large one or a small one, long or wide. I had already determined to simply have her pick a vibrator and a movie, and then have her go to the counter and pay for them herself.
The movie I had her pick was called Anal Island, about a group of tourists who visit a Caribbean island where everybody mysteriously ends up having anal sex with each other. She selected a fairly average sized vibrator on her own, but we had frequently used toys before. Remembering a few times we had gotten playful, when we went through a section with bondage equipment, I had her select a pair of fur padded handcuffs, and by the way her breath caught in her throat and her nipples crinkled, I knew that was a hit. Then at the counter, I whispered into her ear to select a couple of tubes of flavored lubricant. Her face was red but her nipples were standing at attention when she finally opened her purse to pay for everything.
Outside, the first thing she said to me was, “I can’t believe the things you get me to do!”
“We at the Buckman Group pride ourselves on the Carl Buckman Experience, and work hard to make sure it is memorable.” I stepped up behind her and rubbed against her rump. I knew she could feel me stiff inside my pants. “We work very hard.”
Marilyn whimpered. “Okay, you win! Please, can we go home and fuck! Just take me home and fuck me! Please?”
“Oh, but the Buckman Group has an entire evening of enjoyment planned out for you!” No we didn’t, I didn’t have a clue actually, but I wanted to keep her guessing. Certainly, seeing her frustrated like this was quite interesting.
Still, we had to get home and get Becky back to her family. Once in the car, I allowed Marilyn to put the batteries in the vibrator and give it a test. We got back on the highway and I drove south, back towards York, and through, towards the Maryland line. A few miles north of Maryland I pulled off the highway and drove to a small Italian restaurant. I teased her that I was going to make her sit half naked at the bar, but they didn’t have a bar, and we were seated at a booth towards the back. It was dark enough that I had my wife undo all but the top button of her skirt, and when the waiter wasn’t around I slid closer and slipped my hand between her thighs under the table cloth. It was like a sauna there, she was so hot and moist.
When I touched her there, Marilyn almost jumped out of her skin. “Please, let’s go home and go to bed! I need you so bad! Please, let’s go!”
I shook my head, and we had a quick dinner and a glass of wine. I wanted to get to bed, too, but it was almost as much fun teasing her as screwing her would be. Almost.
On the way home, as the sun sank in the west, Marilyn used the vibrator on herself, and I stopped teasing her and allowed her to come repeatedly. It was less than a half hour drive, and she got herself off at least three times. Finally, as we neared the house, on a small bend on Mount Carmel Road around the corner from the house, I pulled over. “You’ll probably want to get decent, unless you really want to shock Becky.”
“I don’t think that would be such a good idea!” Marilyn giggled, and tossed the vibrator in the bag with the other purchases, and reached behind her and grabbed her clothing. The panties went into the bag, but she managed to pull her camisole back on and not look so much like a wanton harlot out for a good time.
“Not unless you want to get burned as a witch! The rest of the Carl Buckman Experience will have to wait for later.”
“There’s more?” she asked, eagerly.
“The best part!”
I waited for her to finish getting dressed, and then put the car back in gear. We drove around the corner and looked up at the house. Flashing red lights were in the driveway.
Chapter 79: Trouble
“What in the hell?” I said, half to myself and half to Marilyn. Suddenly I was glad we had gotten our clothing back together. I turned up and into the driveway, and parked behind the Baltimore County Police cruiser with the lights flashing. When I had laid out the grounds, we put in a large circular driveway, able to hold more than just the two cars we had at the time. At least we weren’t blocking him in.
I climbed out of my side of the car and looked around. At the front door a policeman was talking to Becky, who was holding Charlie in her arms, and Dum-Dum was on her leash, straining to get loose. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but what was going on? Everybody had turned towards us when I pulled into the driveway. I limped over as Marilyn ran towards her baby. Charlie didn’t seem all that bothered, but simply held his arms out towards his mother, who took him from Becky. Dum-Dum tried to climb up Marilyn’s leg to play.
“What’s going on?” I asked. Both Becky and the officer tried to talk at once, with Dum-Dum barking and Charlie talking up a storm to Marilyn. I made the time out signal. “One at a time.”