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A quick story of four bored married mothers discovering a shared lover for lesbian sex through their new 'Clit Master Stimulator 9000.'
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I just finished the morning school run and was walking home when I saw three of the other mothers that I am friends with as they stood suspiciously in the alleyway between the hardware store and the corner shop where a lot of us get our packages delivered too. I waved to them, but the three of them were transfixed as they stood in a circle around an open package one of them must have just got. Although they were doing their best not to attract any attention, my mom radar was on full alert and my curiosity was peaked, so I snuck up on them.
"What's that?" I asked over my friend Emma's shoulder.
Emma--a plump, brunette, mother of three, who worked as a copy editor--jumped and let out a tiny scream. "Nothing!" cried Emma as she quickly spun around and shoved the cardboard box behind her.
Rachel--a tall, thin, stay at home mum to one who was slowly going mad from the isolation--quickly tried to look casual, while Anna--a blond, sporty mother of twins who recently broke her arm while skiing in France and was now in a full arm cast from her bicep down--swung her bound arm about wildly as she tried to run away, but in the process accidentally clipped the box that Emma was trying to hide behind her back. This sent the box and its contents flying through the air.
Whatever they were hiding, it was still wrapped in its plastic box as it hit the concrete and rattled down the alleyway to their collective horror. When it came to a stop, I elbowed Rachel out of the way and pushed passed Emma to see what it was. "Clit Master Stimulator 9000," I read out loud, not quite knowing what I was seeing.
Emma screamed again and then roughly pushed past me before she snatched the toy off the ground and stuffed it back in the cardboard box she was carrying.
"What is that?" I demanded as I wedged myself in between the other mothers to get a better look.
"It's a...." Emma paused to look around to make sure no one else was about to sneak up on them. "It's a clitoral stimulator," Emma said ever so quietly.
"I can read that," I said as I attempted to touch it only to have Emma pull the box away, "but what does it do?"
Five minutes later the four of us were sat around Emma's kitchen table as we waited for our steaming hot cups of tea to cool down, while Rachel nervously vaped. In the middle of the table sat the clitoral stimulator still in its packaging as the four of us stared at it as if it was about to speak.
"So, what does it do?" I asked again.
"It's a clitoral stimulator," Emma said nervously as she took a tiny sip of tea.
"I can read that," I said a little snarkier than I should have. "Sorry."
"It's a little vacuum that sucks on your...um...clit," Rachel said a little on edge as she blew out a great, bubble gum scented cloud of smoke across the table which momentarily hung and twisted around the device.
"My friend Claire from work," Emma started before she got distracted, "you know the one who came out with us for Christmas drinks back in December."
"I don't think I met her," I said. "Remember I couldn't come out that night because my husband was out of town for work, and I thought the kids had chicken pox."
The three other women nodded their heads to let me know that they emphasised with my pain.
Emma lowered her voice and leaned in, although she knew full well that her house was empty, "Claire from work and her husband were having some troubles in the bedroom. He couldn't make her orgasm at all, no matter what he tried. Things were so bad that they were on the verge of getting a divorce. Then, for a joke, a friend of Claire sent her an article from the Guardian in which they rated the best new sex toys on the market, and this one ranked number one." Emma said as she nervously pointed to the Clit Master Stimulator 9000 that sat in the middle of her kitchen table. "So, Claire bought one for herself, and the first time she used it, she said she came in three seconds!"
"No!" the whole table gasped in unison.
"Seriously," said Emma. "She absolutely swore that she did."
"Did it save her marriage?" I asked.
"Absolutely not," confirmed Emma. "They divorced a month later, but she is much happier now and her skin and hair looks fabulous."
"I could really use a good orgasm right about now," moaned Anna as she held up her broken arm. "It's so hard to get off while in a damn cast."
I staired down at the strange toy and I could feel a stirring down below in my panties that I hoped no one else would notice. "Should we open it?" I eventually asked cautiously.
The three other women looked at me in horror.
"I don't know," said Emma whose face suddenly was flushed.
"I can't," said Anna as she showed us her full arm cast and sling again.
I quickly exchanged a knowing glance with Rachel who instantly snatched the package off of the table and tore it open like she was a hungry animal. A second later she slammed the toy down in front of me. The other three women watched me with large eyes as I carefully reached down and picked up the stimulator.
It fit perfectly into the palm of my hand and had a soft black rubber nub, like mouth, on its head. With my thumb I reached over and thumbed the controls and instantly came alive in my hand as it began to vibrate and make a soft sucking noise. I looked up and all the women's eyes were on me which made me suddenly nervous, so I thrusted the stimulator over to Emma.
Emma let the stimulator hum on the table for a second before she carefully picked it up. She turned it over and around like it was a priceless ancient artifact and then gingerly she reached up and put her index finger over the little black mouth. "Oh!" exclaimed Emma as she pulled her finger off the nub with a pop.
"Let me see it," demanded Rachel who passed her vape off to Anna, who took a hit. Rachel had a hungry look in her eyes as she quickly thumbed through the device's settings and turned it up to max.
When Rachel looked up from the toy all of us staired at her wondering what she would do next.
"Should I try it?" Rachel eventually asked in her gravelly voice.
"Yes," said Emma a little breathless.
Rachel quickly reached under the table and undid her trousers and with a clank we heard the buckle of her belt hit the tiles on Emma's kitchen floor. With her free hand, Rachel then pulled her panties to the side. "Here we go," Rachel said as she reached and started to explore down between her thighs with Emma's new toy.
"Oh!" Rachel suddenly lurched forward like she had just been punched in the gut.
