When my wife and I first started dating seriously, we were in bed one night and started having the ‘sex talk’, you know, the “Have you ever tried this or would you mind trying that” talk. It was going pretty well with mostly ‘maybe’ or ‘why not’ responses but then the subject of back door play came up. She actually mentioned it first.
“Before you go there, we’re not putting anything in my bum!” she declared. “What is it about men and sticking things in people’s backsides?”
I guess anal was off the table.
One of the topics that was on the table was toys. When I mentioned it she laughed a little and said that she already has a couple. I grabbed my laptop so she could show me what she had and what she might like to try. As we browsed, we came upon this ingenious little thing called a We-Vibe. We decided to get one and over the next couple of months, we figured out how to best use it. Her preference was to use it along with her favourite dildo, mine was to use it when we fucked. The vibrations along my shaft as it slid along it were incredible and we never had to worry about finding her G-Spot, it was like the thing was custom-made to fit her. Once, probably more than once now that I think about it, she wore it to work and used the remote to give herself a little daytime distraction.
Our relationship progressed and a year and a half later, we got married. In the interim, we expanded our sex lives, it was mostly just fantasy talk either before or after sex but there was this one party where I’m convinced she snuck off with a woman we had just met for a little fun. She denies it but I’m not buying her story on that one.
For our honeymoon, we decided to take a road trip to Florida to watch some spring training baseball, play a little golf, catch some sunshine on the beaches and have A LOT of hotel sex. On our first day on the road, we’re zipping down I-95, the humming of the wheels against the road could be felt in our seats and she starts to squirm.
Me; “You okay honey?”
Her: “Uh-huh. It’s just I can feel the tires humming right in my seat and it’s kinda, you know…”
Me: “What?”
Her: “Getting my motor running.”
Me: “Get out! Really?”
Her: “Really! Like I’m gonna cum!”
Me: “Hold on, I have an idea.”
She looked at me funny but shrugged her shoulders and went back to enjoying the feeling of the tires on the road. A few miles later, her hand went to her crotch and she buckled forward and moaned. So much for waiting.
About an hour later, we stopped for gas and a bite to eat. While I pumped the gas, she grabbed her hotel bag and went to the washroom, returning just as I was finished dressed in different clothes. Instead of the denim shorts and t-shirt she had been wearing, she came back in my favourite sun dress. She tossed the bag back into the back of our SUV before we went in for lunch, and reached out to take my hand. When I grasped it, she slipped the remote for the We-Vibe into my hand and whispered “Surprise me!”
I just looked at her and smiled as I slipped the remote into my pocket. Unlike my bride, I had bothered to read the instructions, (I know, guys don’t read instructions – this one does!) so I knew that the remote would remain connected for up to a half hour without being used. I steered the conversation away from sex and the toy, talking about how far we were going to go that day and how we were going to navigate around this city or that town, you know stuff guys worry about on long road trips.
She got up to use the washroom again before we hit the road and when she came back to the table, she whispered, “I’m not sure this thing is working.” That’s when I hit the button on the remote and her facial expression changed, “It’s working!” she rasped. I just smiled and turned it back off. I got up from the table and we kissed before walking out to our SUV, “Any time, sweetheart!” she purred as she buckled her seat belt.
We got back on the road heading south and noticed the traffic was picking up. I knew she’d be anxious when she saw the big trucks in front of us so I decided to ease her anxiety a little. I had hidden the remote in the little hollow for the door handle so she wouldn’t see me hit the button. Just as we came abreast of a big rig, I pressed it, her eyes rolled up and she gasped. I turned the vibration up full and she ran her hands up under her sundress. Glancing back and forth between her and the road, I could see she was pressing the toy against herself, she reached for the lever and laid the seat back.
I left her be for another mile or so then pressed the button to turn the toy off. She stopped for a second, not realizing what had happened then looked at me, “Did you just…?”