Look at Me One More Time

Mad About You

Ben just bought something for me, delivered by Amazon.

Didn't expect he would spend money on things like this, but here it is, a G-spot vibrator.

It may look like I have become a pervert since I got pregnant, but my raging hormones are unbelievably unstable and Ben can't keep up at times. So he was thinking maybe a toy could come in handy.

I don't know, but this is definitely way better than having to cheat on him because I can't control my sex drive. I'm happy at least all this time I've been completely transparent with him, hence issues like this can easily be fixed together.

It's been long, too, that he last bothered me about tweeting arousing posts. I'm guessing now he prefers knowing everything I do rather than having to hide my stuff from him. In fact, my Twitter account is still actively public and still filled with porn clips.

Carefully, I unpacked the box and checked inside. The feels will never be similar to grabbing my husband's dick, but this thing comes with several pulses settings.

I just had to try, so I got myself comfortable in the bathtub just in case I'd squirt like mad. I played it around my clit and after a few minutes my head felt like spinning, could be that I had an orgasm.

I wasn't too sure. But one thing I was very sure of is that I couldn't finish again for the second time. It just kept simulating me inside and outside, but rather than providing me the explosive climax, it only drove me insane with wild thoughts of sex. Similar to being fucked gently by a long-lasting man for forty to fifty minutes, with no intention of ejaculating at all. It got boring and repetitive, making me long for Ben even more.

Don't get me wrong, vibrators are awesome for single girls. I was once lonely, spent nights with a vibrator, treating it like my boyfriend until I actually had a boyfriend to fuck me for real. Maybe my hormones just turned me into a picky person at the moment. Or that, I'm just so used with Ben that no toys can replace him ever.

No rough hands on my body, for sure. No tickling sensation around my nipples as he grazes his teeth across them.

Or maybe because Ben is not as gentle as that vibrator.

So, later that night, I explained my opinions regarding that item. He didn't seem surprised, but he did feel like he kind of wasted some money on something I might never use again.

In the end, we found the solution by using it together. Why not?

He always likes the idea of inserting objects into my vagina while I'm being tied up and helpless. He likes watching me roll around to get that thing off me but at the same time, begging for more. He, after all, as far as I know him, he's pretty much into violent sex even though he has been more careful with me since we got married.

"So which one is next?" He taunted by holding the vibrator and another hand on his erection.

Still dazed from pussy play with the vibrator, I muttered to myself, hoping he'd unbind me. My hands were stuck to the bed frame, I couldn't move and it frustrated me. How much I wanted to grab that cock.

He saw that look on my face and began climbing on me. My legs could be strapped but that didn't stop him from pulling my body closer towards his and penetrating me until I screamed.

I don't understand how he can manage to store this much of energy for fucking after a long hard day at work.

His moans started to sound deeper and harder as his dick grew bigger inside of me. It must have been really difficult to resist fucking a girl who is unable to fight back.

And suddenly, there it was, he hit the deepest of me and my body trembled as I came. I could hear the sounds of my juices each time he slammed himself back right in.

He pulled out almost completely, though sometimes it got out, but he pushed in the hardest he could and I saw the reactions on his face as he tried to maintain the speed without shooting his cum.

It's definitely better than any vibrators when you've got a husband to fuck you like this every day, any time of the day.

"Ohhhhh," his body shook as his dick filled me up with his cream. As usual, he didn't pull out yet. After letting his meat rest for a while in me, he started moving again.

"Aren't you tired?" I asked, for I honestly had no more energy left.

But there he was, fucking me for a few minutes more until his dick began to gradually shrink to its usual size.

My pussy felt hot and thankful. It was still throbbing, letting out some of his semen down to the sheets and Ben had his two fingers there, massaging my moist clit in between of them.

And he inserted the vibrator again, turning the settings to stimulate my G-spot. I felt like I was going to pee, but nothing came other than clear juices gushing out making his hand all wet. Then, he flicked my clit with his thumb, with an expression like telling me I did a good job.

I was panting. My bones felt like they were loose and floating in the air. My whole self stayed laying down there, drenched in my own sweat and probably some of our love-making juices got there too. Messy, but we didn't care.

We both slept so soundly that night, snuggling to each other.