My husband, Charlie, and I were in a department store on the day of its grand opening. There were a lot of public displays and demonstrations going on in the store that day. As we walked up and down the aisles, we noticed a man at the end of the aisle, with his little table set up, and on top of the table, there was a device that looked somewhat like a hair dryer. Upon closer inspection, we found out that it was a "massager" --- a fancy name for a vibrator. He smiled as we approached, and began his spiel, telling us how it massages the neck, the legs, the back, and "other parts." To my surprise, Charlie actually decided to buy one.
"Does it have an attachment to do the dishes?" I asked jokingly.
"No, but it does come with a lot of little extras," he said.
I could just imagine what those "extras" entailed. Actually, I couldn't wait to find out what all the attachments did.
That night, I lay in bed on my back, with Charlie trying different attachments on the vibrator on my back. It did, indeed, feel stimulating and relaxing. There was one particular attachment that I liked. It was a large, flat sucker that sucked at the skin of my back as he moved it around, up and down.
"Turn over," he said.
I turned over, and he placed the sucking attachment on my breast. And wow, I liked that a lot. I had never felt such a strange, delicious sensation as having my nipples sucked on by a piece of machinery.
Then, he turned the vibrator off, the gentle buzzing suddenly replaced by utter silence. He removed the attachment and put on a new one.
It was long and narrow, and he placed it close to my pussy as he turned the vibrator on again. Moving downward, he probed gently at my pussy, rubbing it at times up and down the length of my pussy lips.
"Oh God, Charlie," I moaned. "That's amazing."
He continued, inserting the long tip into my pussy, moving it in and out gently.
"Faster!" I said, nearly breathless.
He began moving the thing in and out of me faster and faster, and he moved his other hand over and adjusted the vibrating speed. Suddenly, the machine was moving in and out of its own accord, moving back and forth, actually twisting inside me! I had never felt such a thing in my life, had never felt the thrill of actually being screwed, really screwed, by a screwing thing inside me. It was absolutely awesome, the most thrilling thing I had ever felt. I came, then came again and again as he turned up the speed, the vibrations increasing to an intensity that caused me to scream. I came one final time, and he pulled the machine out of me, and turned it off.
"Interesting," he said, sounding as if he were far away. It wasn't him that was far away; it was me. I was in heaven.
"Yes," I said weakly.
"I guess this puts me out of a job," he said with a weak smile.
I laughed. "Jealous of a piece of machinery, hun?" I asked. I sat up, and pushed him gently down on the bed. I fumbled through the attachments, and found what I was looking for. I wrapped a rubber tube around his erect penis, placed the other end on the vibrator, and went to work on his hard cock.
He came within a minute! His body jerked all over the bed, and he moaned and groaned, making noises I had never heard come from anyone. The machine was, indeed, amazing.
"I don't think this will replace either one of us," I said. "But, it can be a nice addition."
And, that's what we do...we begin our lovemaking sessions with a nice "massage."
--- Nancy P., Los Angeles, CA
