Even now I can't believe I'm in the situation I willingly, no compellingly, put
myself into. How long has it been? 15 minutes? 30 minutes? An hour? How much longer will I
have to wait before I can cum? Will she show up to help me or was she just teasing me? Who
is she? What does she want from me? Why is my body so out of control?
My name is Tina. I am 26 years old. I have been married for three years to Jim,
also 26 and a salesman at the same company I work for in marketing. We live in an upper
middle-class neighborhood in suburban Denver. Unfortunately we bought our house at the end
of the housing bubble and just as the easy mortgage money was disappearing. We are not
late on our mortgage, but the inflated payments make it a struggle with our other bills.
Because Jim's income varies, some months are good and some are very tight.
Jim and I both ended up taking part-time jobs to make ends meet. The result is we
don't see each other that often. Our schedules are taking a toll on our marriage. It's not
so much the companionship I miss, but the quality sex. I've always been a very sexual
person. In college I took to the freedom of being away from home with vigor. I went
through boyfriends on a regular basis. I kept the ones who really knew how to fuck around
longer, but eventually I tired of them and moved on to a new conquest.
After I graduated I took my current job. I had a small apartment and was determined
to concentrate on launching my career. My string of boyfriends continued until I met Jim.
He was the most complete fit that I had ever met. He seemed to have an unquenchable thirst
for sex. Although I had a rule to never bed a new man on the first date, with Jim I just
fell into his arms and we have been together ever since.
Unfortunately as the money got tight and our schedules diverged, lack of time and
energy meant our sex lives took a hit. We went from twice a day, once in the morning
before work and once at night before going to bed, to just the mornings, to every couple
of mornings to every couple of weekends. Worse yet, the quality of our lovemaking was also
taking a hit. Jim, while generous, was treating our sex life as a chore to be endured
instead of our previous celebrations of life. To say I was frustrated is an
understatement. My dildo could give me a workout when I found the time and energy, but I
needed a man's touch.
Of course I knew I could find a replacement for Jim easily. But I didn't want to
cheat on him, and, as a husband, he was a good man. I kept thinking that if we could just
hang on, the economy would improve and things would be like they had been in the past.
Fortunately when I was at my wit's end, Jim had a huge sales month, and his commission
afforded us the opportunity for a getaway vacation. We were able to rent a small house
just outside Rocky Mountain National Park for five nights. After the first couple of days
of hiking and recharging our batteries, Jim and I were both like our old selves. We didn't
leave the house for the next three days except to shop for food. Our romance was
definitely rekindled.
Unfortunately the next month Jim's sales were down and we were back to struggling
to make ends meet. Even worse, our sex life was non-existent. One night while I was home
alone (Jim was at his second job) my neighbor Judy invited me over, an invitation I gladly
accepted. Judy and Ron, her husband, were a couple of years older than Jim and me. They
seemed to have an ideal marriage. We didn't know them that well, but we always got along
with them when we interacted.
Judy said Ron was out of town, and she was feeling lonely. She had a bottle of wine
open and poured me a glass.
"I hate to drink alone," she said.
For the next couple of hours we drank and chatted like old friends. As the alcohol
lowered our inhibitions, conversation turned more sexual in nature. Eventually I spilled
the beans about my lack of sex problem. Judy just laughed.
"That's no problem. I can solve that," she commented.
My mind was a little cloudy, I wondered if I'd heard right.
"Listen, Tina. Every woman needs a little help in the bedroom. Ron is great, but I
still need to supplement him."
"What kind of supplement?" I asked, hoping she wasn't talking about me.
"Sex toys silly. What did you think I meant?"
I stammered an answer that didn't make me sound like I thought she was cheating on
Ron. She sounded like she didn't believe me. I was quick to change the subject and she was
quick to open another bottle of wine. By the end of bottle two, my head was spinning. I
told Judy I needed to head home. I knew Jim would be home in just over an hour, and I
wanted to get in bed so he wouldn't find me drunk. I stood on wobbly legs and started
walking toward the door. As we were passing the stairs to the second floor, Judy not so
subtlety pushed me toward the stairs.
"Before you leave, I want to show you something."
In my wine-fueled haze I was reluctant, but she was insistent and I found myself
clutching the banister as she directed me to her bedroom. It was tastefully appointed and
had a big walk-in closet. There were three dressers, clothes racks and a large
cloth-covered recliner. I was getting nervous, and I'm sure it showed. Judy commented on
my obvious discomfort and told me to relax.
"Here, look at this," she said. "This is how we keep our bed fresh, and I keep my
pussy satisfied."
Even drunk I was shocked that she mentioned her pussy. I watched as Judy slid open
the bottom drawer of the dresser. She pulled out a beautiful piece of lace lingerie.
"This is for when I'm sweet."
Then she shut that drawer and opened the next. It was filled with lingerie also,
but it looked like leather and maybe even vinyl. She pulled out a stiff bra with holes cut
out of the center.
"This is for when I'm naughty."
Shutting that drawer she moved onto the next. It was filled with all manner of
dildos, vibrators and a short cylinder with nubs on the end a little bigger than an AA
battery.
"This is for when Ron isn't home or can't get it up. I'll be in this drawer later
tonight."
Finally, moving onto the fourth drawer she showed me a collection of cuffs,
blindfolds, a paddle, a crop and a thick black strap-on dildo.
"And this is for when I'm feeling extra kinky."
I just nodded my head, not sure of what to say.
"All I'm saying is that I'd rather have Ron's dick, but that isn't always possible.
Even when he is home, I cum much better with the aid of these."
She picked up the short cylinder and held it up for me to look at. Go ahead and
take it silly. She turned the base and it sprung to life. I held it in my hands. Its
vibrations were powerful for its small size.
"You hold it perpendicular to your clit when your man is taking care of you. He'll
feel the vibrations and it will drive you wild. I guarantee it. The only problem is it
eats batteries. I had to buy rechargeables for it."
I turned off the devilish little toy and tried to give it back to her but she
wouldn't take it.
"Keep it. Try it when Jim gets home and tell me what you think tomorrow. I've got
plenty of options for tonight."
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