I wasn't too upset that my wife, Nina, was heading off to a conference over Valentine's Day. I have never been the mushiest of romantics or anything, but it is a bit of a bummer when you lose a day that has a high probability of wild, uninhibited sex. I wondered if there was something we could do that might make the day interesting, despite the geographic separation.
For years, I have been trying to get my wife to masturbate. She insists that she prefers "the real thing." When she was a teenager she thought about it, but felt guilty enough that she never tried. Now that she is older, she has lost the guilt, but claims to lack the desire. After years of trying to get her to start, I am actually starting to believe her. It is possible that she is a "closet masturbator," but she is generally comfortable with sex. She is vocal in bed, far more than I. When we are making love and I am inside her, she is more than willing to play with herself and that often gets us both off. I love both the feeling of her hand and the changes it makes to the feel of her pussy. I also love the fact that it heightens her feeling. In short, if she were masturbating at other times, I think she would be willing to tell me.
Nevertheless, I find myself obsessed with the idea of watching her masturbate. I have made the request many times with very limited success. We once tried sitting on opposite sides of the bed, watching one another. I loved it. That made one of us. I think the appeal to me is that I really like the notion of watching a beautiful woman orgasm. She certainly qualifies. She's 35, but when she tries to buy wine she still gets carded. (Lord knows I never do. I am only in my late thirties, but my wavy brown hair is getting the first hints of grey. My deep brown eyes may help me look youthful, but no one would think I was under 30 for a second.) Undoubtedly some of that is a cashier being flattering, but the years have been kind to her. She has shoulder-length brown hair that is quite wavy. Her eyes are a very interesting mix of green and brown. Finally, her love of working out keeps her fit. She has small breasts, a personal favorite, and an increasing confidence in her appearance. She also has three very important non-physical characteristics; she's smart, funny and thoughtful. All three make her a better lover.
I wanted to do something interesting for Valentine's Day. I travel frequently and often encourage her to play with herself while I am gone. She says she would rather sleep; I find that choice incomprehensible. In any event, the best I could come up with was to poke around on the web until I found an interesting vibrator. Then, I snuck it into her luggage. (I was hoping that she would check her bag so she wouldn't discover the surprise in an embarrassing fashion at airport security!) After that, I just had to wait.
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Valentine's Day, 930 pm.
The phone rang. As expected, it was Nina.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" she cheerfully exclaimed.
"Hey. So, what are you up to?" I replied.
"Well, I just got back from dinner and I figured I would check in and go to bed pretty soon." She sounded alert.
"I really wish you were here. I am horny as hell." I cut right to the point. Normally, in both conversation and sex, I think of foreplay as the way to go. Tonight, however, I was going to dive straight in.
"I wish I was there too."
"What would we be doing?" I asked coyly.
"This seems like a relatively transparent plan to get me to play with myself." Having been married this long, it's not like I was going to pull the wool over her eyes, especially when I was using all the subtlety of a Mack truck.
"Some of the most effective plans are transparent. Why should I use trickery to get you to do something that seems so good?" I knew I had to walk a fine line. I could tease, but I knew I didn't want to shut her down. "Have you unpacked?"
"Of course, why?" She sounded a tad wary now.
"I left you a surprise." I knew I sounded impish.
"Where?" She wasn't sure whether to be excited or cautious.
"Stuffed in some socks stashed in the side pocket."
"Of course, right where I would first look...." I could hear fumbling as she dug through the bag.
"Humm, this looks, uh, int-er-resting." They way she drew out "interesting" made it clear that she was more than a little skeptical.
The vibrator was long and skinny, and bent like a dental instrument. (In general, the dental instrument look may not be the best marketing for a sex toy.) It claimed that it was particularly good at stimulating the g-spot and could induce hours of orgasms. My philosophy when buying it was more "what the hell" than "caveat emptor." What do I know about vibrators anyway? I figured I would give it a shot. I wasn't even sure she would want to use it. If worst came to worst, I wasted a little cash for a lesson learned.
"Ok, here is what I propose. I will tell you a story. You should just sit back and enjoy. If the story puts you in the mood, play with yourself. You don't have to say a word. In fact, if you want, put me on speaker phone, so you have your hands free. And you can mute the phone. When I am done, I will hang up. You never have to tell me what you did. Of course, I'd be thrilled to here if you want to tell me, but it is totally up to you."
She was staying at the Sheraton in Chicago. We had stayed their once and had a great time looking out the window. One night, we were watching a thunderstorm when a fireworks display began. While we were watching that, we noticed that in a nearby window (the hotel had wings shaped like a "U") a couple was undressing. We watched together, and it made our sex that night very not, but that is a story for another day. With that episode in mind, I asked her to turn off the lights and open the curtains. She always liked a little bit of danger, and with the lights off, I figured she might feel a bit naughty while still being uninhibited. And perhaps she would see something interesting.
"Now I want you to get the vibrator out and turn it on. You don't need to use it. Just put it on the bed, close your eyes and listen." I began the story....
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"I want you to go back to the Halloween party in college where you were snowed in. I know you were not super-thrilled by your boyfriend then. So instead, I want you to picture the sexiest person you knew in college. Take a second and think. Have you got a good picture in your mind?"
She always claimed that she never thought of anyone but me during sex. While I believed her when she denied masturbation, this fish story that was tougher to swallow. I was comfortable enough with her that I didn't care if her mind wandered periodically, and this seemed like a chance to make that clear. I wanted to know what she really thought, and I wanted her to be comfortable enough to be willing to share.
I continued, "You'd been going out for a while, but you were still in the early stages of the relationship. You'd made out a few times, but you'd always stopped things after a little while. Tonight, about 20 people were over at one of your friend's houses. It was snowing when you arrived. Snow in October was strange, even for Minnesota. It made the atmosphere particularly festive. People were having snowball fights in the front yard and playfully tackling one another. Inside, the alcohol was flowing freely. Ethan, your date, brought you a drink.
It was typical college party chatter, with people getting increasingly tipsy. It wasn't until about 11 when someone yelled "look outside." The snow was coming down so hard that you could hardly see half a block. Since you arrived, almost a foot of snow had fallen and it was blowing around. Getting home wouldn't be fun.
Lisa, your host, invited everyone to stay for the night. In the living room, someone had put on a movie. You didn't feel like talking too much at the moment, so you took Ethan by the hand and led him to the room.
What you didn't know was that the movie was the uncut version of Basic Instinct. You were not entirely prepared for this development, but you settled in to watch. Ethan was nuzzling up against you. At first, you were a bit put-off, but as the movie progressed, you were getting quite turned on. He was stroking your hair and lightly tickling the back of your neck. You felt yourself get wet. After a while, he slid his hand up your shirt. You felt quite self-conscious because so many people were around. You had made out in a car before, but this was brazen. But then you looked around the room. There were six or seven other couples in the room, and each couple was intertwined.
Over on the couch, Susan, who had curly black hair, seemed the most care-free. She had her shirt unbuttoned. She wasn't wearing a bra and you could see her boyfriend Bob playing with her thick, dark red nipples. She had unbuttoned Bob's pants and his cock was sticking straight up. It was quite thick, and from where you were it appeared to be uncircumcised. You weren't sure if it was your imagination or if you could see it pulsing. You had never been in a scene quite like this. Initially, you were uncomfortable, but the discomfort soon morphed into a rush of sorts. You could feel a weird butterfly form in your stomach.
In a nearby chair, there was a couple you didn't recognize. The guy had dark, curly hair and very dark eyes. The woman had brown hair and freckles. She was sitting on his lap, facing him, and grinding her pussy up against him. They were both fully dressed, but you had the feeling that was soon to change. They were kissing loudly, but soon that was punctuated by his promise to "fuck her hard." He asked suggested that they move upstairs. The woman refused, saying that she wanted to stay. You heard her say something about wanting to "watch them get off."
Your biggest surprise was to your right. Your friend Laura was lying on the floor, her head propped up by a pillow purloined from the couch, with her golden-blonde hair splayed around her. She was generally rather reserved sexually, but tonight she had her hair down, both literally and figuratively. Her boyfriend Jeff was sitting near her stomach, his right hand slowly stroking her left thigh. She was wearing a blue dress, but it was somewhat hiked up and you could see Jeff's hand as it worked toward her crotch. You suddenly realized her underwear was gone.
You felt as if Rod Serling's voice was going to boom out of the ceiling. You were tipsy enough, and the scene was odd enough, that the line between reality and fiction seemed to be blurring. You didn't think you were dreaming, but you were almost unsure. You felt like you were floating. You closed your eyes and focused on the feeling as Ethan lifted your shirt and began sucking on your breasts. He kept at this for a while. You kept your eyes tightly closed, but you could hear the sexual activity in the room increase. Your nipples were tingling from the sucking. Behind you, a zipper was undone. To your left were the unmistakable slurping sounds of oral sex. To your right, you weren't sure, but you thought you heard Laura sharply inhale. You kept your eyes closed, letting your imagination wander.
You were so focused on Ethan's tongue on your nipple that when his palm pushed up against your mons, you startled. He ground his palm into you for a few minutes and you pushed back hard. You always liked the friction against your pussy.
