Sarah held the small device in her palm, heart racing. Marcus had nervously given her the box three days ago—a last-ditch effort to revive their marriage of polite distance and passionless kisses.

She adjusted her black dress. The toy was already in place, barely noticeable, yet she felt it with every movement.

"Ready?" Marcus asked when she descended the stairs.

She nodded. His hand found the small of her back—a touch that sent electricity through her.

The drive started innocently. Then at a red light, Marcus glanced at his phone and tapped the app.

The sensation made her inhale sharply.

"Too much?" he asked with that mischievous grin she'd fallen in love with.

"Not enough," she whispered.

He increased the intensity on the highway. Sarah gripped the door handle, breath coming faster. Wetness pooled between her legs as vibrations built. She looked over and saw the obvious bulge straining against his pants.

"Marcus," she moaned. "Oh god—"

He cranked it higher. She cried out, hips lifting off the seat.

"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned. "The sounds you're making..."

"Pull over. Now."

Marcus veered onto an exit, stopping in an empty parking lot. Sarah was unbuckling before he'd even shifted to park.

"I need your cock in my mouth right now," she breathed, frantically working his belt.

"Jesus—" His words dissolved as she freed him, hard and thick.

She didn't hesitate. Bending over the console, she took him deep, moaning at the taste. The vibrator still pulsed inside her, driving her wild.

"Fuck, yes," Marcus hissed, hand tangling in her hair. "God, I've missed this."

Sarah sucked harder, taking him deeper, lost in overwhelming sensation. She felt possessed—desperate, insatiable.

"I'm close," he warned, but she didn't pull away. She looked up with lust-darkened eyes and sucked harder, faster.

When he came with a shout, she swallowed every drop, moaning.

"What's gotten into you?" he panted.

"Not enough yet," she said. "Take me home. I want to be your dirty little cum slut again."

His eyes darkened. "Say that again."

"I want to be your cum slut. I want you to use me. Fill me. Make me remember who I belong to."

Marcus grabbed her face and kissed her hard. "We're not going to make it home."

They ended up in the backseat, her dress hiked up, the vibrator still buzzing as Marcus pounded into her with years of pent-up desire. She came twice before he pulled out and finished on her breasts, marking her.

"Yes," she moaned, rubbing his cum into her skin. "More."

They barely made it through their front door before they were at it again—on the stairs, against the wall, finally in their bed.

Later, sticky with sweat and cum, Sarah traced patterns on Marcus's chest.

"I already made plans for next week," he said. "Just us. And maybe some new toys."

Sarah grinned, her hand sliding down his body. "Or maybe we don't wait."

For the first time in years, she fell asleep thoroughly satisfied.