My name is John. I'm a recent university graduate. I'm back in the family home, at least for the next few months. I have a job lined up but it start for a while. I have no problem with that. It is nice to have a bit of a break. In the meantime, I'm working part time at a local coffee shop as a barista. This is something I'm used to, as I relied on this during my university studies, to provide a bit of extra cash.
I had a few relationships at uni but nothing serious. The sex was fine, as a young man, any sex is good. Nothing special the usual mutual masturbation, oral and fucking. As far as I knew, this was what you were meant to expect.
Fast forward to my current routine. I'm working three days a week. A pretty standard routine. You get used to the regular customers who come in all of the time. After a while, you get to know them and strike up conversations, when they come in. One of these would lead in an unexpected direction.
Marie is maybe forty years old. She is a fairly average looking brunette, about 5' 4" tall, nice looking but not what you would call classically beautiful. She has been coming in, most days, for a couple of weeks. I had a feeling that I had seen her somewhere else. As we chatted, it turns out that she had recently moved into the same road, where my parents live. I'm guessing I saw her walking about in the area.
It turns out that she was recently divorced and moved here, as part of a clean break from her previous life. A fresh start, somewhere with no reminders of her marriage. She said that she was grateful, that she had no kids, as she'd seen the impact on some of her friends.
Marie would come in, first thing in the morning and pick up a latte, on her way to work, in a local office block. I didn't ask what she did. I'm guessing if she wanted to let on, she would tell me. She would sometimes pop in for a snack after work.
As time went on, she let on that she could do with a hand around the house. She was working relatively long hours and hadn't had time to fully unpack all of the boxes from her move. I agreed to help, having a fair bit of time on my hands. I agreed to visit her house on Sunday, to give her a hand.
I had a reasonable idea of what to expect, as all of the houses in the street were roughly the same. They are semi detached three bedroomed houses with average sized gardens. I arrived at about 9am, wearing a pair of jeans and sweatshirt. I presumed I'd be lifting boxes and shifting things. It turns out, that I was correct. Not much in the house was sorted out. Only the kitchen and bathroom appeared to be as you would expect. The main bedroom had a double bed and wardrobe in place. The rest of the furniture and loads of boxes were piled up in the lounge. This was going to be a long day. Luckily, the boxes had all been labelled, so we set about relocating them.
By the middle of the afternoon, at least all of the boxes where where they should be. Marie said that she would sort them out over time. Next up was the furniture. I'm sure she would have struggled shifting this on her own, some of it was quite heavy and awkward. With the boxes gone, it didn't take long to sort out the sofa and chairs. All that remained was a chest of draws and a bedside cabinet. We took the draws from the chest and carried them to the bedroom. We then lifted the carcass between us, up the stairs and into place. The bedside cabinet although not particularly heavy was awkward. A draw at the top and a cupboard underneath. I stood below, taking most of the weight, whilst Marie guided it up the stairs. Halfway up, the stairs turn 90 degrees. This is where things took a turn. The cupboard handle caught the handrail on the stairs and popped open. Marie's face turned bright red and her mouth gaped open. Tumbling down to my feet was a substantial collection of sex toys. I told her not to worry, we should carry on up and sort things out in a bit.
After installing the cupboard in place, we went and picked up her night time items.
I obviously knew about dildos and vibrators. I never considered that one woman would ever have or need so many. The dildos ranged from about 6 to 10 inches, similar to the vibrators. There were numerous butt plugs in various sizes, a couple of which made the mind boggle. Not to mention a few sets of anal beads.
Marie apologised profusely. I told her not to worry, it wasn't a problem. After returning her "friends" to the cupboard, we went down to the lounge, for a rest and a drink. Her face was still red and she was apparently still rather embarrassed. She poured herself a large gin and tonic. I opted for the same but requested a rather smaller measure of the spirit. After a few minutes of silence she wanted to provide an explanation. Here began the sort of education you can't get in a classroom.
She said that she had an extremely high sex drive and that this had been one of the topics of friction in her marriage. Although her husband was handsome, had a fit body and a rather girthy penis, his interest in sex was sporadic at best and non existent at worse. Not wishing to be unfaithful, she resorted to a rabbit vibrator to fulfil her needs. Once she started, the habit grew, to include her current collection toys. Marie said that she would often masturbate herself furiously to multiple orgasms, whilst her husband slept next to her, or at least appeared to. He never mentioned anything about her nightly routine. She went on to mention, that not only did she need or want frequent sex, whatever format that took, she also had some tastes which some may find peculiar or odd. I was curious and told her that my sex life although not prolific had been reasonable. I told her that I had masturbate a few girls, given them oral orgasms and had plenty of intercourse. I asked what she meant by peculiar or odd.
She said that after a while, clitoral and vaginal stimulation didn't entirely do the trick. She began searching for more stimulation, by rubbing her anus, whilst using the rabbit and said that the orgasms became more intense. Becoming bolder, she bought some lubricant and began penetrating herself. Marie said that she started just with fingers but soon graduated to a small butt plug, progressing in size over time. On the odd occasion he had sex with her husband, she asked him to play with her ass, which he did grudgingly. She also suggested that she would like to play with his ass which he declined instantly. I'd never even considered something like this, probably denoting a sheltered background.
Marie said that she hadn't had sex with anyone for a couple of years, the last year of the marriage and about a year since. Although, she continued to have prolonged masturbation sessions, on most days. She started to calm down a bit, from the embarrassment. Talking about this, she said, had got her rather worked up. She continued, "I hesitate to ask but as a thank you for your help today, would like to come to bed with me?" I was taken aback but had to admit that the conversation had resulted in a erection straining against my jeans. Who was I, to turn down the opportunity to help out the lady. I nodded and she took my hand and led me upstairs.