The box was open between us on the bed. We perused through the offerings like kids in a candy store.
I held up a single-use masturbator. “You said you’d be willing to try this one. Is today the day?”
He laughed. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I? Sure, hand it over.”
I forgot about my own pursuit of pleasure as I watched him read the instructions and open the canister.
“Feel this.” I stuck my finger inside the opening. It felt cool and slick, but spongy.
“Does a pussy feel like this?” Clearly I haven’t had my own fingers inside of my body in quite a while.
“No!” He chuckled a bit. “What do you have?”
I held up a mini-vibe. It was small, and I wondered, if after all this time of only using the Hitachi on occasion, if it would do anything. “I’ve got this.”
“Well, let’s go.”
I stopped everything to gather up towels. My beautiful purple comforter was not going to be sacrificed to this masturbatory experiment. The Hitachi makes me gush like a geyser. While I knew the mini-vibe was going to be much less powerful, I wasn’t taking any chances.
I giggled as we laid back against the pillows. Our pleasure often comes from the other. Side by side in bed with our own toys felt a little clinical. But I really wanted a few orgasms, too, and this kind of mutual masturbation allowed me to have as many as I wanted without needing permission for each one. It felt a little like the old days.
I turned on the vibe and slowly introduced it to my clit. Experience with the wand makes me leery of any vibrator. I should have known better. The vibrations ran down through my pussy and up through my hand. I moved it around my slit and lips to adjust to the sensation. It felt good, but it was nowhere near enough stimulation. I pressed the tip into my clit.
My hips began to move. I placed my hand on his thigh – for support? reassurance? I don’t know – and as the sensations mounted, my nails dug into his flesh. Over the buzz, I heard him gasp. I also heard the squelching from his own toy. It might not feel like a pussy, but it sure sounded like a wet one being fucked. The noise turned me on.
I closed my eyes and moved the vibe slightly. The first orgasm hit in a small wave. The second was only a few seconds behind. Instead of lightning streaking through my limbs, each climax was a wave crashing over me.
More. I needed more.
Pressing the vibrator harder into my body, each orgasm hit on top of the one before it. My thighs clamped down over my hand in a futile attempt to decrease the pressure. I forced another orgasm from my body.
Gasping for air, I pulled the toy away and listened to the wet sounds of his toy combined with his own groans of pleasure. I was turned on and wanted more. One last time, I set the vibe against my sensitive body.
My toes curled and my back arched. I screamed as spasms wracked my body. Through my own haze of pleasure, I heard his own growls as he found his own release. Throwing the vibe to one side, I shuddered and shook as aftershocks rolled through my body.
Once we’d both caught our breath, and he’d removed the toy from his cock (breaking the toy in the process – oops!), we grinned at each other.
“That was fun!”
He chuckled. “Yes, it was.”
“We should do that again!”
“Yes babygirl, but maybe another day.”
We settled into post-orgasmic bliss, each thinking our own thoughts. I was already plotting how we could have more playtime like this in the future.
O is for orgasm! You didn’t think I would miss an opportunity on Masturbation Monday to share orgasms and masturbation, did you? Ha! Never! I have a review coming for the box where these two toys came from – and so many others, holy hell. Be on the lookout for it! Okay, now go forth and read other smutty goodness on this, the best of all days.