Our First Vibrator Experience

Not too long after our oldest daughter was born, after my body parts were no longer so sore and all trace of post-partum bleeding was gone, and after several weeks of having to put up with my husband fighting for his share of my engorged boobs, I was definitely feeling the need for some intense physical attention.  We had already made love once or twice, a little uncomfortable for me, and mainly just so he could get some relief.  But on this particular evening I wanted it bad, and I wanted it now.  If you get my drift.

So there we were, making out on the living room floor of our tiny apartment, newborn in her crib in the bedroom, I’m starting to feel the nice moisture in my groin, clothes flying everywhere.  Soon he’s nursing at my bosom, each suckling motion causing a little tightening in my womb, not too unlike the spasms of a really really deep orgasm.  And then we’re naked on the rug, his hands roaming all over as he sucks my breasts, fingers getting closer and closer to my clitoris, which was extremely sensitive by this point.  Finally he’s there, tenderly lovingly touching my swollen clitoris, thoughtfully waiting for me to take my pleasure before going for his own.

And he’s rubbing and rubbing, and then I’m helping him rub my parts to get the rhythm just right, and after awhile I’m rubbing myself, and I’m panting and sweating and So Close, and after a good half-hour I’m still So Close, and fifteen minutes after that I’m still So Close and ready to pull my hair out.  So what’s a young Christian couple to do in a spot like this?  Start praying for a miracle?

And then I felt it.  Impossible to describe the sensation, almost a remarkably nice tickle at first, starting in my upper thighs and slowly working up to my outer lips.  Strange waves began to spread outward from my vulva, and the unidentified pleasant tickle was now distinguishable as a distinct humming and vibrating.  I had no idea what he was doing to me, or with what, but right then I didn’t care.  And this was all happening in like about thirty seconds time frame.

All I could think was This Thing–whatever it is–is about to touch my clitoris, and I don’t think I’m gonna like it.  And that was about that last conscious thought I remember, since at that moment the vibrations did indeed reach my clitoris, and the most intense longest mind-numbing orgasm I’d had yet in three years of marriage took over my body.  I mean in a single moment, and I mean over my whole body.  Earth shattering, rockets shooting off, fireworks.  Bells, whistles, earthquakes, whatever.  (My husband says I actually screamed then, which is rare for me (he loves it but–icky, who wants to be heard screaming) and that he counted at least six separate orgasms in a five minute span.  He’s a little prone to exaggeration, but hey, give credit where it’s due.)

Finally he mercifully removed whatever it was from my vulva, and entered me with what felt like twice his normal length and girth, and after just one or two strokes he was bucking like crazy, and then I felt has sperm splashing inside me, and I lost ant shred of remaining control and there I was coming another couple times.  Milk spurting everywhere.  Semen dripping down my thighs.  Glorious.

And then we were lying there side by side, kissing, stroking, enjoying the afterglow, trying to regain our cerebral functions.  And I could still hear the electric humming.  Was it just in my head? A recurring ecstatic memory?  Where had he learned to do something like this, anyway?  So he turned on the light and showed me.  The creative little genius who calls himself my husband had felt the vibrations from the air pump of our fish tank.  Which was sitting right next to our make-out spot on the living room floor.  And which he thought just might feel good to me but he’d been too shy to try before now.

So the little soft gasket around the bottom of a five-dollar aquarium pump happens to fit right into the soft sensitive groove where my clitoris lives.  I laughed my head off, and then of course we tried it again.  Worked like a charm.  Thunderous climax in under a minute.  I laughed myself to sleep that night.

So the next day we go to Right Aid to splurge on a “personal massager”, the best investment these penniless newlyweds had ever made.  And now after twenty years he still surprises me with new and different styles of vibrators.  We’ve got about a half dozen, and I’ve never yet bought my own.
I mean how embarrassing would that be?  I’m still not sure I like the idea of him going into some sleazy store to buy them.  But it’s nice to have stuff that’s meant for me, though, and not for our pets.  And sure is great to have handy for those occasions when there just isn’t enough time to take a whole hour to get warmed up, hot and heavy, and primed for orgasm.

Anyone reading this who hasn’t tried a vibrator yet, I say go for it.  There may be something in your house that would work as well as our little air pump for your first experiment.