by David Cain

“No,” she said. “No vibrators.”

“They just seem …”

“No, I don’t like them. I just don’t.”

“But you like dildos?”

“I love them.”

“What if you had a vibrator but kept it turned off.”

“That would be fine. The buzzing isn’t good.”

“Weird. I mean, that’s cool. I just wouldn’t have imagined that.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely weird.”

Something perverse in him made him go against her wishes. He did some research and found a highly recommended vibrator. He knew her well enough, sexually, to feel good about his choice. If she was ever going to enjoy a vibrator, this one might be the one.

“What’s that?”

“I bought you something.”

“Ooh, let me see.”

He held up the vibrator with a lusty look in his eyes. She smiled and reached for the phallus. He turned it on. He turned her on.

She melted before his eyes, stopped in midmotion before taking hold of the vibrator, paused a second and then collapsed on the bed with a moan. One hand sought her pussy while the other squeezed a tit.

He turned the vibrator off. She cooled down with a laugh and sat up on the bed.

“What happened?”

“Vibrators turn me on.”

“I thought you didn’t like them.”

“They make me lose control. I can’t help myself. I get so aroused that I will do anything to get off, anyhow, anywhere, with anyone. It’s like a hypnotic trance. And the effect lingers for hours. Kiss me.”

He kissed her but his mind was on the vibrator in his hand. He turned it on. She fell back on the bed, masturbating with both hands, growling and begging him to help. So he did. The vibrator kept buzzing and she went at him like a ferocious feline in heat. He touched her cunt with the vibrator and thought she was dying, she screamed so loudly, but tearing the vibrator from his hand, she plunged it hard into her pussy, over and over until he worried she would pass out. He managed to turn the vibrator off and she calmed down, somewhat. He fucked with her for hours.

“You have to promise,” she said. “You have to promise not to use that vibrator against me.”

“I would never do that.”

“See that you don’t. I’m trusting you more than I’m comfortable with. No one has ever known what vibrators do to me.”

“I promise,” he said. “I’ll only use it for fun.”

At first it was simply fun, an easy way to get things started, an easy way to get things super hot. He’d just show her the vibrating vibrator and she’d melt into a lascivious sex demon. She felt a sting of excited mistrust when he started turning her on in public, at restaurants, dance floors, sporting events, crowded bars. Nothing ever went too far, only a few seconds of vibration would suffice to render her lusty and lewd. She feared the day when he left it on, leaving her a rutting nymphomaniac guilty of exhibitionist crimes. But he didn’t and she enjoyed the fear.

Soon he’d gathered a bunch of poker buddies, young studs from the gym who didn’t mind him routinely losing money. He threw away fifty bucks a week and they begged to be included in his game. One night, he bet his wife. They won.

So he took them to the bedroom where she was watching television. He turned on the vibrator and she went completely wild, immodest and carnivorous in her unfettered lust. One stud after another rubbed his dick in her places, squeezing her boobs, pinching her nips, draining their orgasms in her hungry maw.

“That was fun,” she said, lying back to relax.

“We can do that again, if you want..”

“I do,” she said. “I do.”

So once a week, the poker studs came over although cards stayed in the drawer. A few drinks were shared while she did her final freshening. The vibrator turned on. The party went round and round.

They sat at a bar.

“What about her?” he said.

“Mmm. She looks nice.”


About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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