Chapter 1

"Hey babe! What the hell is this thing?" John asked his girlfriend. He was getting ready to put a new floor in the bedroom, one of those fake wood floors that snap together. When he started to clean out the closet he found it. It was a small saddle like contraption with a, well... a thing sticking out of the top. It was heavy and had a plug where it plugged into an outlet.

"What thing, John?"

"This thing, in the closet, this saddle thing" John asked. He had moved it out into the middle of the floor and was looking at it, his head turning from side to side.

When he looked up at Beth, as she walked in the room, her face was red, her eyes were down and she had half a smile on her face. "It's not mine... uh, it's Sharon's."

"Sharon's? What the hell is it, what does it do? Why do you have it?" John still had no clue.

"It's for... umm, women John, just put it back and leave it alone. I have to get it back to Sharon." The unreasonable level of irritation in her voice was apparent even to John.

"What do you mean it's for women? What does it do?" Beth's face turned an even darker shade of red, she wouldn't look John in the eye. "Just put it back!" she turned and walked out of the room. John, like an inquisitive terrier, followed her down the hall.

"No really Beth! What is it? What does it do? Whaddya mean it's for women?"

"It's a massager John! It massages women... Just drop it and put it back, I'll get rid of it tomorrow!" John could tell something was going on, brilliant guy that he is. Beth always got angry when she was trying to hide something.

Beth was mortified. She couldn't believe John had found it. Her girlfriend Sharon told her how great the thing felt. She said Beth had to give it a try, it would give orgasms that would drain you. Beth's love life with John wasn't the hot experience it was when they first started dating and a draining orgasm was probably just what Beth needed. They still had the desire but they just never seemed to have the time and work kept them so busy that the energy just wasn't there. Beth loved John intensely and, when they actually got the chance, the sex was still great. Not quite as passionate perhaps, definitely lacking a little of the urgency of the early days, but still in the top 10%.

Sharon and Beth had been talking about life and relationships and Sharon asked Beth if she had any toys. Beth had played with vibrators before and the orgasms came but seemed to be lacking in intensity. Beth would rise to orgasm quickly but the orgasms were more... surface, is the best way to phrase it, nice but not the world shaking orgasms she had when John was in a playful mood. When she told this to Sharon, Sharon explained the Sybian. "oh baby! You have to try this thing, it's a veritable orgasm machine. It vibrates and the attachments caress your G spot and you'll cum and cum until you can't cum anymore. Go ahead! Try it out!"

"Here? Now? You've GOT to be kidding!" Beth was mortified at the thought, but at the same time she could feel some tension begin to radiate from her pussy.

"Come on Beth, don't be so uptight."

"There is absolutely NO way this will happen, Sharon."

"oh, okay you scaredy cat. Let me show you how it works and you can take it home and try it out alone." Sharon plugged it in and Beth looked on doubtfully as Sharon started the vibration. Beth couldn't help but laugh as Sharon attached the 'large penis attachment' and started it rotating. It looked so ridiculous. But Beth also noticed that Sharon's nipples had come to attention and that her own pussy was getting wet.

Sharon had carried the thing out of the house and put it in the back of the SUV. She convinced Beth to give it a try, Beth grudgingly allowed it to stay there thinking that she'd keep it for a week and then return it. She had never really considered trying the infernal thing. It had been put in the closet and left there, not quite forgotten but not on the top of Beth's todo list. Of course Beth couldn't stop thinking about it and couldn't quite bring herself to take it back.

"A massager for women?" John's voice was almost incredulous. "You mean like a vibrator?" his voice rising towards the end of the question.

"Yes! Like a vibrator, it's a machine that fucks you! Ok?" Beth was definitely pissed off now and John knew it was from embarrassment. Beth collapsed on the couch with her feet up next to her in the infinitely feminine manner, she picked up a throw pillow and held it to her chest. "Don't be a shit about this John..." and as she looked at John expecting to see him laughing at her she was surprised to see his expression of concern.

John's emotions were a mixture of what he knew he should do and what he wanted to do. He knew he should drop it and let Beth off the hook gently, he loved her very much too, but at the same time he was intensely intrigued. The one thought that rolled around his head was that the one thing he loved more than anything in the world was to watch Beth cum. He could never get enough of it, the expressions on her face, the sounds that she made, the way her body shuddered as the pleasure swept through her body.

He had always wanted to try out vibrators with Beth, it was something that was always in his masturbatory dreams. And now! He had the queen vibrator sitting right here!

He loved giving Beth pleasure, he loved to make love with Beth. He knew how to make her feel good, he enjoyed making her feel good, and it always seemed almost like a competition to see who could make who feel good. He knew it had been awhile and all the excuses coursed through his head, been working too hard, not enough time, been too tired to really do it right. The honest answer kept coming to the surface. He'd been taking Beth for granted. He felt horrible.

He understood that Beth probably masturbated too. He did, when his schedule looked as if he was going to be busy, or if he knew he'd probably be too tired, or if he thought perhaps Beth would be too tired, sure, he stroked one off. He thought she probably did the same thing... probably. She was a woman, which to John, as women are to all men, was a foreign creature, but she did seem to enjoy sex at least as much as he did. He realized that if she was bringing machines home to fuck that he had been neglecting her more than he could ever imagine. He felt even more horrible.

"Beth, I'm really sorry, I wasn't snooping, and I'm really sorry you think you needed that. I know we've been... busy, honey, god, I'm so sorry."

That was the perfectly wrong thing to say. Beth was prepared for anger, for cruel humor, to be the brunt of some super sarcastic comment, the last thing she was prepared for was the sensitive, emotion filled sound of John's voice. A tear slowly dropped from her eye and rolled slowly down her cheek. Beth felt incredibly guilty, that she even wanted this thing, that she hadn't told John that she needed more.

John looked at Beth sitting on the couch, her smooth skin on her firm calves had always been a favorite target for his caresses while they sat on the couch and watched TV together. She was relatively tall and trim, her long dark hair cascaded down her back, she used it to hide behind when she was particularly insecure and impatiently brushed it from her face when they had, what John considered, intellectual conversations. He loved it when she concentrated on something, the way her nose crinkled, her brows furrowed in concentration, the slight smile lines at the corners of her mouth and the corners of her eyes. They gave her such character. He particularly loved it when she tucked her hair behind her ear. John was head over heels in love with Beth.

"Have you tried it yet?" it was now John's turn to lower his eyes.

"No!" Beth said in that what-do-you-think-stupid incensed tone of voice.

"Do you want to?"

Beth's hesitation before answering gave John his answer. "I don't know... Not really..."

"Come on babe, we'll try it together."

"What do you mean try it together?" Her head down, hair in her face Beth was trying to hide the sudden rush of thrill that ran through her body. She felt the fluids beginning to pool in her nether regions, and she desperately hoped John wouldn't see that her nipples were getting hard. She hated not having control of the damn things sometimes.

"We'll try it together, I'll tell you what, I'll guarantee you a wonderful orgasm if it works or not."

"You mean I try it out and you get to watch? Gee now that sounds like fun..." It did actually sound like fun to Beth. She wondered, in that instant, if she was truly an exhibitionist. That was something she'd never shown to John, and truly didn't want to show to John. She knew her thrill of exhibitionism was something that was for fantasy only, she was much too shy to ever be an exhibitionist.

John got up and crossed the room, kneeling on the floor in front of Beth, pulling her down closer to him he put his forehead against hers. "I was kind of thinking that I could... perhaps... well, help, ya know? take care of the parts that thing leaves out..." He reached up and took her chin in his hand, tilting her head so he could kiss her.

Beth kissed him back her mouth opening, her tongue wrestling with his, it had been so long since they'd taken the time to show each other how much they loved one another. It had been even longer since they'd made love during the day, spontaneously or planned.

"No, John, I'm gonna take it back today. I never should've brought that stupid thing home."

"Come on Beth, it'll be fun, really."

"John, No! I don't want to try it, and absolutely not if you're here."

John saw the opening and Beth knew it as soon as she said it. "You'd try it alone?"

"No, John I'm not trying it." John slid onto the couch next to Beth and was holding her. Beth's head leaning on John's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, holding her possessively. Beth didn't want to move, it felt so good to be held by John. God she wanted him to shut up about the stupid machine. She just wanted to lay there and be held, but he wouldn't let up.

"Come on baby doll, please... for me?"

"I won't like it"

"Try it, please?"

"Damn it John, if I try it will you leave me alone?"

"I promise I'll never mention it again."

"oh fuck! Fine! I'll try it, but I won't like it" a blatant lie, Beth could feel the wet, distended lips of her pussy rub together as she stood up. She couldn't believe that she was going to do this, this exhibitionism, in front of John. This was several fantasies coming true all at once, and so unexpectedly. She was so afraid of John's reaction if she showed him she liked this. She was afraid he'd think less of her. She couldn't understand what was in it for John, why he'd want to just sit there and watch her, 'guess it's just a guy thing' she thought.

John and Beth got up from the couch and walked down the hall and back into the room. The sybian machine was sitting there in the middle of the floor. Beth looked at John and John looked at the machine. "You know I'm going to hate this."

"Beth, you have to give it a try, have you figured out how it works?"

"No I haven't even looked at it." She lied.

John found the controls and plugged the thing into the wall. As he began to play with the controls it started to hum quietly. The other knob controlled the plastic thing that stuck out of it, making it rotate slightly.

"Sharon gave me a bag of attachments with it but I haven't looked at them either."

John dug in the bag and found that it had several vibrator shaped things, one of them a relatively realistic looking penis. John pulled it out of the bag and quickly figured out that it attached to the saddle if you unscrewed the plastic thing sticking out of the saddle. "Do you want to try this one?

"God John, I can't believe you're making me do this... you have to get naked too"

John was naked before Beth was. His enraged cock looked almost painful in the dim daylight filtering through the curtains.

Beth pulled her shorts and panties down as one unit. As she stepped out of them John marveled at this beautiful woman that he shared his life with. Hair cascading over her shoulder, silky, fine textured but tame. It always looked smooth as silk, although it was dark, when the sun shone on her hair it took on almost a light shade of brown, a textured silk. Her breasts were on the smallish side but they were so expressive. Her nipples were a soft pink, but long. John knew how much she enjoyed it when he touched them. She didn't like when he twisted them like knobs on a radio, but she loved it when he rubbed his palms over them, lightly, barely touching the skin.

The thing that always struck him the hardest was her shoulders. She liked to wear tops that had large neck openings. He thought her shoulders were the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He loved how her shoulders looked when she wore off the shoulder blouses and dresses. Her arms were long and tanned and trim, leading to slim hands with long trim and tapered fingers. He found her hands so erotic, and couldn't help imagining them wrapping around his cock as she stroked him lovingly like she always used to. He again realized how long it had been since he really looked at her, since he noticed just how beautiful she truly was, since he realized just how strong his feelings for her were.