Not a Remote Chance

Not a Remote Chance

No way, I thought. What a waste of money. A remote control vibrator? What was he thinking?

Maybe I'll let him play with me at home. But no way would I wear it anywhere else.

My response to his gift?

"No way."

Weeks passed.

He left for the day, sailing with an old friend of his.

First project. Cleaning out some bathroom drawers. They were jam packed with mostly forgotten junk.

Old soap that smelled like my grandmother's bathroom. In the trash.

Seven(!) used toothbrushes. In the trash.

A broken hair dryer. In the trash.

An empty toothpaste tube. Really?

Two bottles of dried up sanitizer. In the trash.

The bag of sex toys he had gotten for me over the years.

I dumped them out on the counter.

4 bottles of lube. I read the ingredients and immediately trashed two of them.

A massive pink penis shaped vibrator that wouldn't possibly fit inside me. I removed the batteries and tossed it.

Some weird thing with elastic straps that was a tangled mess. Outa here.

A fingertip vibrator that never worked. Trash.

Still in the box, the Lush3 he bought for me. Slightly curious, I opened the box. Inside was an odd shaped device. A bulb at one end that appeared to be the end I am supposed to insert. I pulled out the user's manual. The instructions were long, but not complicated. How to charge, clean, insert and how to get your phone to control it. What the heck. I downloaded the app and linked it to my phone. It showed that the charge was at 60%. I turned the thing on and played with the controls. Lots of settings and ways to control the vibration and intensity. I played around and heard the vibrator do its thing on the countertop. On a whim, I decided to add some lube and slip it in to my vagina. It was big, but not huge. Still, it didn't want to slide in easily. So I turned it up to medium and massaged my nether lips and clitoris. After a few minutes, I was lubricated and horny enough to try it again. It slipped in easier now. I pushed it all the way in while it was still vibrating. I had to admit that it felt nice, but not that big of a deal.

I read in the manual that it could make your housework more fun. So I put my panties and pants back on. Then I turned the vibrations down to zero and proceeded to finish cleaning out the drawers. I was quite aware that it was in, but it was neither uncomfortable of ready to fall out. I reached for my phone and put it on low vibration. Vacuuming the bedroom carpet was next.

I set the vibrator to low then went downstairs to get the vacuum cleaner. Going down and up the steps made the Lush move around inside me in a very pleasant way. Hmmm. I could get used to this.

I set Lush on medium and started vacuuming. Moving around, shifting my feet and bending over created ever shifting vibrations and sensations. This was getting better and better.

Before moving on to dusting, I played around with the settings. I discovered pulsating and decided to dust to the pulse. But first, feeling frisky, I removed my pants and undies. Then I removed my blouse and bra and replaced them with one of my husband's tank tops. It was large and loose. As I moved around, my boobs would threaten the succeed in falling out the sides. I spent half an hour dusting the house. Reaching up, down, over and up had my tits flopping all over the place.

Now I was getting really horny. I turned the pulse onto high and sat down on a chair, which I spun until I was facing a full length mirror. Looking at myself, I saw my boobs half exposed. I pulled the top between my tits, exposing them completely. Looking lower, I lifted the shirt to expose the pink Lush poking out from my very wet pussy. I began to massage my sensitive nipples which sent flashes of lust right down to my groin. The combination of watching, pinching and pulsations took me over the edge. I pinched my legs together and rode the storm. Watching my red and funny face in the mirror was a new experience. I had never seen my orgasm face before. The peak lasted longer than normal. Finally, I let go of my nipples, turned off the lush and relaxed.

Oh Dear. Looking down, I saw a rather large wet spot on the chair. At my age, my orgasms have gotten dryer. Not this time. I hurried to the laundry room to get a towel. It wasn't enough. It took a few soaks and a bit of soap to rid the cushion of my musk.

Mission accomplished. And just in time.

I ran upstairs to get dressed. Hubby was due home shortly. In my rush to get presentable, I had forgotten about Lush. Before I could do anything, the front door opened and I went down to greet my wind blown husband.

"How was sailing?" I asked.

"Great. I need to do that more often. The wind was steady so we could zip about the harbor easily. I'd forgotten how fun that is. How was your day?"

"Kinda boring. Did some cleaning and vacuuming."

"You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine."

He leaned over and kissed me chastely.

"How about we go out for a bite? Charlies Bistro okay with you?"

"Uh, sure."

"Great, grab your coat, I'm starving."

Before I knew it, I was in the car, riding to the nearby restaurant. With Lush nestled inside me. I should feel embarrassed, but I felt deliciously naughty instead.

We sat in our favorite booth, facing each other. We both ordered martinis. He ordered a steak and I got the fresh catch of the day.

The martinis came quickly and we toasted the day. I hadn't much lunch so the drink went straight to my head. I sat back to collect my muddled thoughts. The shift caused Lush to shift inside me and hit a very sensitive spot. I jerked a bit and he noticed.

"What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing."

"You flinched."

Without thinking, I said, "It's that Lush vibrator you got me."

Did I just say that? Damn martini!

"Say what?"

Time to confess.

"Remember that remote vibrator you got me months ago?"

"The one that you refused to use?"

"That's the one. I tried it today, just before you got home."

Now he was leaning forward, hanging on my every word.

"I used it while dusting and vacuuming."

"You're kidding. I thought I had gone too far with that gift. Ummmm, how was it?"

I looked at him, embarrassed and emboldened at the same time. Just then, the waiter came with our meals. I started eating while he just stared at me.

"Well?"

"Well, the dinner is hot and ready to eat, so that's what I'm going to do."

I took my time. He ate as fast as he could. The meal was excellent, as usual. I savored the black cod that truly melted in my mouth. He finished quickly and just stared at me. It was kind of fun to watch him squirm. The moment I put my put my fork down the waiter showed up.

"How was your meal?"

"Wonderful, as always," I replied.

"Would you care for dessert?"

"Yes please, I would like your chocolate souffle."

"Ahhh, my favorite. You do know that it will take about 20 minutes to prepare. I apologize for not asking earlier."

"No problem. It's worth the wait. Meanwhile, I would like a glass of cabernet to go with the dessert. There is no need to bring it before the dessert gets here."

"Will do."

"Thank you."

The waiter left and I turned to my husband.

"You were asking?"

He gave me an exasperated look. "What about the vibrator?"

"Oh, that." I winked at him. "Well, I read the manual and downloaded the app. Then I experimented with the controls." I took a sip of water. He was on the edge of his seat. "So I decided, what the hell, and lubed it up so it would slide in easily."

My husband's face reddened. It looked like like he had just worked out for 30 minutes. I took another sip of water.

"First I vacuumed the house with the setting on low. Then I got undressed and put on one of your tank tops. My boobs were bouncing all over the place when I dusted."

I looked at him. It appeared that he was hyperventilating.

"Do you have a hard on?" I asked him.

"Oh, yessss." he said shakily.

"Then I sat down and played with the settings some more and pinched my nipples. A huge orgasm hit me like a big wave. It was intense and lasted a long, long time."

"Oh my god!"

"Then I looked down at the cushion. It was soaking wet. I had just enough time to clean it up and get dressed before you got home."

"That, my dear, is the hottest thing I've ever heard. I'm glad I wore dark pants because here is a precum wet spot on them"

"There's more."

"Really? What do you mean?"

"It's still in me."

"You're kidding me."

I pulled out my phone, opened the app and handed it to him.

"It's pretty self explanatory. But start slow. We'll save the screams for the ride home."

Carefully, he turned the low setting on.

It felt amazing. I was already horny from my confession and his reaction. He fiddled with the finger control that changed intensity. I tried to remain calm, but he could see my reaction. My cheeks flushed and I let out a small moan. It felt so good. Unconsciously, I reached up and carressed my breasts. Now it was his turn to moan. A moan much louder than mine. We both looked around to see if anyone noticed. It appeared that no one did.

Just then, the waiter appeared with two spoons, the dessert and wine. We both dug in to our all time favorite dessert. The chocolate oozed out of the flourless cake. The vanilla ice cream and the raspberry coulis matched perfectly. We also shared the wine - a perfect counterpoint for the dark, dark chocolate. Our eyes were locked onto each other. We shared a divine moment of exquisite food and ecstasy.

The check came and he paid quickly.

Slowly we rose from the table, both a little shaky. He carried his coat in his hand. The fresh air outside helped us calm down. He opened the car door for me. I raised my skirt and spread my legs when I got in, exposing my bare, neatly trimmed pussy with the pink probe hanging out. He groaned again.

He got into the driver's seat and put his coat in the back seat.

"Why no coat?" I asked.

"I needed it to cover my mess. I came in my pants."