(Thanks to Slave for the idea. MH for helping me and the usual suspects for reading it for me.)
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It wasn't supposed to happen. I was a guest at my friend's place for a few days while my own apartment was getting painted and the unthinkable happened. I awoke in the morning to the sounds of buzzing and moaning. The buzzing had me thinking alarm clock, but the moaning was the most sensual sound I had heard in a long time. Not only was my apartment getting painted, but it had been a long time since I heard a woman moan. I thought I was able to sleep in from my night shift at the factory since both my friend and his wife worked.
I stealthily rose out of bed and tried to tip toe to the guest room door in an effort to see what the sound was. Maybe my buddy was looking at some porn before he went to work. I could understand that. His wife always seemed to be an ice queen and such. She even looked like an ice queen with her porcelain skin and dark black hair. She always kept trim based on the fact that she had a small chest and a small ass to match. She wasn't the nicely stacked woman I would have thought about fucking in a heartbeat. She was even dead set against letting me stay for a few days and it took my friend to coerce her into it.
As I walked towards the sound, I thought I heard it coming from the room next to mine. I did my best to keep as quiet as possible as I took a peek into the room. The vision there caught me by surprise. The buzzing came from a vibrator. It was purple with white accents and about seven inches long from what I could tell. The moaning came from the ice queen. The glimpse I caught was right before she started inserting the vibrator between a pair of engorged pussy lips that were already wet. Her pussy was devoid of hair and her legs were bent in the classic pose as if someone was about to enter her.
"I shouldn't be doing this," I thought to myself as I stole another glance at my friend's wife. A light reflected off of something silver. I thought wedding ring at first, but another glance showed me it was a chain that seemed to be around her chest. I looked again, knowing in my head I was going to be in deep shit. Her other hand seemed to be grabbing the chain and it made her scream in a high pitched squeal. I looked again and saw some sort of metal thing attached to her left breast.
I know lesser men would have been stiff as a lead pipe at that sight. A typical story would have them undoing their pants and sliding into that pussy. At that moment I was hard, but I was also scared. I was about to walk back to my room and shoot one off when the phone rang. The problem was it wasn't their house phone. It was my cell phone in my room. Her head rose up just as I tried to sneak one more glance and I was caught.
"Get in here, now," she yelled. Like a naughty puppy with eyes to match, I walked in trying to spit out an apology. As I walked in, her vibrator fell from between her legs as she sat up on her knees. I could see the matching metal item also on her right breast also. They both seemed to bite into her nipples, but I didn't see blood. What I did see was the anger in her eyes.