Orgasm after orgasm, thanks to a new toy in the bedroom [FM] | 2016

It’s only been 20 days or so since I came into a sexual awakening. Since then, my husband and I have had some fun each night he’s home. Sex dominates our late night discussions once the little one goes to bed. The night before last, I had a special package come in the mail, a new vibrator. As long as my hand, pink and ribbed. I tried it out the night before and couldn’t wait to incorporate it into our next evening of fun.

Last night, we started chatting about threesomes - it’s next on our bucket list to try. I started drinking some wine, which tends to make me dangerously flirty. No one is safe around me when I’m tipsy. I slipped into a cute dress so we could take photos for our swingers profiles. We started perusing some of the sites we joined, and I sent some flirty messages to folks who matched our criteria.

Seeing me get excited about this must have made him a bit excited. Sitting in our respective spots on the couch, he leaned over and started running his finger up my thigh and to my back. At this point, it takes a mere touch to get me revving. I didn’t need much more encouragement to straddle him on the couch and start making out. He smacked my ass, a favorite thing of his to do. I started grinding against him; he was already rock hard and groaning.

One of my favorite things to do is suck him off. We got his pants off, and I started to suck and lick gently, slowly, then pulled him into my mouth and lowered my head down on him. As I bobbed my head, he groaned. Encouraged, I took him deep in my throat. A few minutes later, I remembered: I have a new toy! Taking him so deep made me wet and excited, and I needed to play with my new toy while I played with him. I pulled my mouth off him, and like a kid at Christmas with bright wide eyes, I told him to follow me upstairs for a new trick.

We ran upstairs, my dress already thrown off on the floor. I quickly and excitedly bounced across the bed to my nightstand to open our basket of toys and pull out my new cute pink little friend. He got on his back, I hovered over him on my knees, one hand teasing myself with the vibrator and the other on his erection, while I continued sucking and licking. I kept this up until I could hear my wetness as I ran the vibrator all along between my legs. Normally I would lubricate my toy properly, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t need it.

I didn’t. I was dripping and the vibrator slid in with little effort. The further in I pushed the toy, the further in he went in my mouth. And then the urge to have my husband inside me, pumping away, became too great to continue. Out slipped the toy, off popped my mouth, and I jumped on him. I bounced only a few times before catching the toy from the corner of my eye. I’m obsessed. There’s another position we can try with this toy! I immediately climb off my husband and told him to sit up with his back to the headboard.

I situated myself in between his legs where my legs rested on either side of him, my back on the bed, and I hovered just over his erection. He helped slide himself into me, and then I turned on the vibrator. Immediately, shocks of pleasure started coursing through my body. My husband chuckled, a good chuckle, in amusement at the intensity of the orgasm that was building and my surprised reaction to it. I assume he was enjoying the view and my excitement, but I couldn’t focus on anything but what I was feeling between my legs.

I came quickly, and he took action right away, tossing the toy and aggressively but perfectly thrusting himself into me. He fucked me so good, and he started to groan, and I thought about how wonderful it feels when he cums— My train of thought stopped right there. “CONDOMS!”, I shouted.

He pulled out and rushed for a condom on the nightstand. With his back turned to me as he quickly opened the package and slipped on the condom, I turned around and got on all fours to present my backside to him. When he turned around, he got behind me and teased me with his throbbing cock. At this point, I felt so empty and needed to be filled, so I told him to get in. “Say it”, he said.

“Fuck me”.

“Fuck you where?”, he demanded.

“Fuck me from behind”, I said, breathless.

“I can’t hear you”. He was making me beg.

“Fuck me from behind!” I pleaded.

He finally gave me what I needed and must have found the toy nearby. As he pounded me, he turned on the vibrator on my clit. The sensations were so good, and I was giving as good as I got. He finally groaned out loud as he came. He stayed inside me while still providing vibrations until I came a moment later.

Exhausted, I collapsed on my stomach while he pulled off his condom and cleaned up. I hadn’t moved an inch, and he returned and collapsed behind me. We laid there for a few moments while we caught our breath. As part of our post coital routine, he slowly ran his fingers along my side and back. Down my back to my thighs. And then back up, over my arm, to my neck. Every time he went over my back, it caused me to shiver.

He should have known better.

His fingers traced along my neck and towards my chest. But before he reached my breast, his finger ran back up to my neck.

And back down just above my breast.

I couldn’t take it. I needed to be pinched.

The next time his finger ran down my neck, I lifted my chest as if to say “here, touch here”. And so he did.

He pinched one nipple. I yelped. It felt so good.

He circled his finger around my chest. I reached my arm behind me to find something not-so-soft, despite being spent just moments ago. With every twitch of my body, I felt him grow a little more in my hand. I needed to be pinched again. And so he did. My hips started lifting and shifting, I was squirming. I was become aroused again.

I turned around to kiss him. Just a few pecks. But my lips needed to taste him. Our tongues met and I exhaled heavily. He continued playing with my nipples, and I began to kiss him ever more deeply. He chuckled, “you need to get to bed”.

“I don’t wanna” I said quietly. I kept kissing him. I couldn’t stop.

And then I heard a small buzz and suddenly my new friend was between my legs while my husband took my nipple in his mouth. He teased me and pleased me with the pink toy while I squirmed and twitched and moaned. I was dripping wet again, and he had no problem sliding in the little toy.

I don’t quite remember what happened at this point. I don’t even know how far in that toy got. What I do know is the next few minutes provided me with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, as if I really needed to top myself again.

I remember the intensity. The writhing. The biting. The warmth and sensations I’ve never felt before. I was whimpering and moaning, crying out.

Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod.

I couldn’t say anything else. And I couldn’t stop saying it.

Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod, I groaned.

Suddenly his hand was clasped over my mouth. I had started yelling.

Finally, the moment I was waiting for. I was practically in tears. I kept crying, “ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod”. I thought, if I were to ever experience squirting, it would have been this moment. The feeling was so overwhelming, my hands shot between my legs, as if I needed to find a way to contain the sensations.

It ended and he slid out the toy. I couldn’t move, and just laid on my back experiencing the subtle aftershocks of orgasm. He hovered over me and we kissed. He chuckled and said, “you really need to go to bed”. I laughed while kissing him and said “okay”, maneuvering myself so I was just underneath him. I pulled him down into me, wrapped my legs around his back, our lips still locked. He thrust a few times, it felt so nice and warm and familiar. I had one final small orgasm. And then, finally, I felt satisfied.

He playfully smacked my boob and told me to go to bed. I pulled his face to mine, kissed him, and smiled. I passed out naked in bed after that.

EDIT: Because I’ve been asked so much, the toy is a Little Paul from the Fun Factory ;)