“Have you ever thought about trying a sex machine?” asked my husband, Derek, one night, just as we were drifting off to sleep.
I laughed. But he wasn’t joking.
“It’s just that you’re kind of insatiable, and sometimes I need a break!”
That was true. The insatiable part. Don’t get me wrong, I am a fiercely monogamous woman, and have no interest in sleeping around. But with my lawfully wedded spouse? Well, yeah, I am kind of insatiable. Derek is good, he’s attentive, he’s loving, and he can firm when I want him to be, but stamina wise, it’s no contest. We’ve known that since the beginning and it doesn’t mean I love him any less. But it does mean that sometimes I need a little…more.
The next morning, while we were still lying in bed, he brought up a picture of a sex machine on his phone and showed it to me.
“You’re serious aren’t you!” I said, laughing.
“What do you think?”
I took a closer look. It was a strange contraption. The one Derek had found had a long leather bench and at one end a black box, from which extended a metal rod, at the end of which was an enormous dildo. It looked kind of weird, like something out of a science fiction story.
“We could set it up in the basement,” he said. I laughed again. The basement was a dingy, dark place, full of all the junk we didn’t want to keep but hadn’t yet thrown out.
“Yeah, sure,” I said and slid out of bed to get a coffee.
Around a month later, when I got home from work, Derek met me at the door.
“I have a surprise for you, honey,” he said, kissing me on the cheek.
“Really?” I said, reaching down and stroking his crotch. He laughed.
“A different kind of surprise,” he said.
“Are you fixing dinner?”
“Yes, of course.”
He did that sometimes, when he was off work and I had to go into the office. It was one of the many things that I loved about him, his thoughtfulness.
“But that’s not the surprise. Go take a shower and put out the outfit I left on our bed.”
Derek wasn’t usually the dominant type, but there was a note of firmness in his voice that made me tingle, so I smiled and obeyed. Resisting the temptation to check out what outfit he had chosen for me, I showered, running my fingers over my body, lightly teasing my clit. After a day in the office I was so horny I could barely contain myself.
Wrapping a robe around me I hurried into the bedroom. My eyes widened when I saw what Derek had chosen for me. Was this the surprise? It looked like a collection of leather straps, but when I held it up, I realised it was some type of bondage outfit. It took me a while to figure it out, but eventually I managed to squeeze into it, and then I stood in front of the mirror.
The outfit had a tight leather collar, straps that circled and lifted up my breasts, and more straps; down my butt, across my belly, thighs and calves. I turned and admired myself. Damn, I looked good! Vain, I know, but I didn’t care. Derek had chosen well. Tingling with anticipation, I slipped on a black silk robe and hurried down the stairs to see what he had in store for me.
He smiled when he saw me, then, without a word, stepped around behind me and slipped on a blindfold. He took my hand and guided me, along the hallway. I recognised the sound of the door to the basement opening, and then, with his help, felt my way down the steps. Cool air caressed my legs, but the usual musty basement smell was gone, replaced my something sweet and exotic.
At the bottom of the steps, Derek told me to stop. I heard him walk around behind me and then my blindfold was removed. What I saw made me gasp.
The whole basement had been cleared. All of our clutter; the boxes, the junk, the papers, everything completely cleaned out. There was a soft glow in the room, from dozens of candles that were burning a spicy, gorgeous scent. And there, in the middle of the room, was a machine, just like the one that he had shown me on his phone. I was speechless.
“Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded, lost for words.
He slipped the gown off my shoulders and it drifted into a pool of silk at my feet. Derek smiled. He caressed my breasts, and my already rock-hard nipples.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my neck. He took my hand and led me over to the machine, patting the surface of the leather bench.
I climbed on, feeling a little vulnerable on my hands and knees, and that feeling of vulnerability increased when Derek attached leather straps to my wrists and ankles, pulling each one tight; so tight that I nearly yelped. After he had secured each strap, he kissed me tenderly, and each kiss sent little waves of pleasure fluttering through my body.
I didn’t know what was coming next, but I didn’t have to wait long. I shivered as Derek touched me, dragging his nails along my body, causing tingles and flutters to fill my senses. I tensed a little in my bonds, and as he slid one finger down between my butt cheeks, I could feel my pussy twitching. My wetness was obvious when he started to caress my labia, my lips, my swelling clit. I groaned and tried to push my body back against his wonderful probing.
All too soon, it was over, and I was left feeling breathless, aware of how slutty I was being, with my pussy and ass on display, but not caring at all. I wanted this. I wanted him.
I heard the sound of scraping on the floor. I couldn’t see what he was doing but a few moments later I got my answer as the tip of something rubbery and smooth pressed against my pussy lips. I knew what it was. I knew this was part of the machine. And I knew that I couldn’t escape what was to come. Not that I wanted to. Sluttishly, I pushed back against the dildo and felt just the tip of it entering me. Waves of tingly pleasure washed through me and I sighed.
I heard a sharp click and I jumped. There was a humming sound from the machine.
“Ready?” said Derek.
“Mhmmhmm…” I muttered, barely able to utter a coherent word. Another click and then that dildo entered me. I opened my mouth wide as I felt it press into me, parting my lips. It didn’t go far, before pulling out, repeating the same slight penetration, just enough to send shivers of joy through me, and leave me craving a deeper fucking. I wanted more. And soon, I got more! The dildo began to thrust into me, a little deeper each time, with each thrust starting to come more quickly.
The dildo was pressing deeper into me, lubricated by my juices. Derek somehow made it fuck me with short slow stroke, then sometimes a fast, deep stroke, so I never knew what was coming. The short strokes made me purr with pleasure while the deeper strokes made me yelp and growl with animal abandon. Again and again the dildo thrust into me, spreading me, making my pussy wetter and wetter and I could already feel my first orgasm building deep in me.
It came, quick and hard. My body spasmed and I squealed out loud, shaking and rattling my straps, overcome by the ecstasy, the sheer bliss of it. Derek slowed the machine down and for several seconds, my pussy was so numb with pleasure I didn’t realise that it was still fucking me.
But then as I began to get my breath back, I felt new pleasures tingling in me, and I instinctively pushed myself back against the dildo.
“You want more?” said Derek.
“Fuck, yes,” I said, throwing my head back.
“Dirty girl,” he replied. I heard another click and suddenly the dildo began to thrust much deeper than before. It pounded me deeply, opening me up, pressing on my cervix. I was totally helpless, impaled by that relentless, powerful machine. My whole body began to shake, and I felt my pussy awash as I shivered into another orgasm. But this time the machine didn’t stop. Derek turned it up faster. I could hear the wet slapping sound of the dildo slamming into my lubricated pussy over and over and I could feel myself dripping but I didn’t care.
“Oh yes, yes, fuck me harder!” I screamed, eyes closed, head back, abandoning myself to the sheer bliss, the utter joy of it as that machine opened up my very soul, turning me over and over and over in utter ecstasy until I screamed sounds I have never screamed before, gushing, shaking and almost passing out in the white pleasure of utter bliss.
Some seconds later, as I began to come down from my orgasmic high, I felt Derek unfastening my straps. Taking my limp, drained body in his arms, he carried me out of the basement, up the stairs and into our bedroom, where we lay together, him cradling me in his arms and me, still lost in bliss, leaning against him, feeling safe, warm and joyful.
“Thank you,” I said, “I love it.”
“I knew you would,” he smiled, and kissed me.