Amber the Babysitter 16 - Last Chap

By now, you've come to know each of us in detail. I wish I could post pictures here so you can see what we look like, how we live, and how we enjoy each other's company, both in and out of the bedroom. But unfortunately, that will never happen. As much as I write these very erotic, seductive, and descriptive tales for you, I would never expose us more than we already have been.

I can tell you that I am a lesbian. Whether I never knew it deep inside, or suddenly discovered it. Or, I learned it through my relationships, I am. I let go of the fears and apprehension a long time ago. I realized I had better success with someone who has the same equipment than with those who didn't. I will truthfully say, that as much as I do miss dick, because I do on occasion, there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be than slurping on a sexy, wet pussy. And, I believe Amber feels the same as well.

Life has gone by fast. My children are now grown, and the two we have between us are growing faster than I could ever imagine. Everyone has finally come to accept us. At least the people who count have. We couldn't be happier. I am now well into my fifties, and Amber is well into her thirties. We still make love when we can. I think we lost some of our fire after the kids were born and after we reached the five-year mark. They call it the seven-year itch, but ours hit at five. Stresses of life, work, schedules, childrearing, menopause, and many other significant factors kept us from the fire and passion we once had. But I believe that happens in all relationships.

I have been completely honest with you about us from the beginning. There were times when life was stressful, tiring, and monotonous. But we held steadfast in our dedication. There was a point during our relationship when Amber met and befriended a new teacher she was working with, who was curious about our lifestyle. That curiosity led to a friendship, and Amber (and I) seduced her. That woman's name is Jennifer. And, for a short time, Jennifer was our 3rd leg, the "throuple" of our relationship, if you know what I mean.

To briefly describe the situation, Jennifer was starting her career as a teacher, and while working with Amber, she discovered that Amber was married to a woman. Clearly, her interests were piqued because she always felt she was curious and wanted to try lesbian sex. So, without too much hesitation, we seduced her and had loads of fun doing it. I explained part of that in my last story.

It was a magical time for us, and in some ways, it reignited a spark that had been fading. It was amazing to see the amount of excitement Amber had for Jennifer, and I got to watch firsthand when she ate Jennifer out for the first time. And later that night, when Jennifer took her first steps into lesbian sex by eating Amber out, while I masturbated watching it. Unfortunately, as many times as we both slept with Jen, we had to let that go before someone got hurt. Such situations rarely work out well.

Those experiences put back our sexual desires for each other for a while, but like every time you hear tales about relationships trying to recapture that spark, we fizzled out again. Such is life. We are still committed to one another, and we still have sex as often as we can. However, just like every relationship I know of, that non-stop physicality eventually stops. Honestly, and very embarrassingly I tell you that after all the shit I rammed into my pussy, all the dick I got, birthing children and years of Amber ramming fingers and dildos into me, has me as wide as they come. The old expression, "it's like throwing a hot dog down the hallway," comes to mind. And since she has given birth, she isn't much better. I bet if her hand was lubed up enough, she could slide her whole fist into me. I know I feel her tongue deep inside of me when she's eating me out. And truthfully, my ass isn't tight anymore either. It comes with the territory, I guess. Perhaps I should be grateful that I was getting banged, not begging for it.

But we are happy. We have grown, and hopefully, we will continue to grow, enchant each other, and keep our intimacy going until we can no longer do so. There are nights of romance and passion, and there are nights when one of us will finger the other to orgasm, roll over, and go to sleep. Guess that happens after years of marriage. But I still love her and wouldn't know where I'd be without her.

Amber has watched over me as I wrote these stories. At times, she has asked me to tone down the verbiage or make it more romantic than it is. But as much as she seems shy about sharing some of our deepest erotic moments, I have caught her with her hand in her panties while she's reading the rough drafts. She knows as well as I do that this site and these tales are meant for this type of language. This type of heated, non-stop, erotic deep hard sex, and that is what I have tried to deliver.

In chapter 15, I promised you one last story. So, before I go off topic and write 4000 words about getting older, lack of lust, our age difference, and crazy offspring, let me take you back to our one-year anniversary. The time we bought and used a toy I never even knew they made.

About a month before our anniversary, one late night when everyone was asleep Amber put on the pay-for-view porn channels. We were both perched up against the headboard watching the lesbian movie she put on, and were getting aroused by the sex scene we were viewing. Her hand slid between my legs and mine between hers, and by the time the scene ended, we had both gotten off. As the next one started, the two actresses were hanging out, flirting, half-dressed (as usual), and ended up in the bedroom. On the bed sat this rather large, leather hump saddle looking thing. It was the best way I could describe it to you, not knowing what it was at that moment. Of course, the girls started playing with it, but when the thing started humming and buzzing, Amber shot up in bed to get a better look.

"What is that thing?" She asked me.

I rose up, pulled my glasses down over my eyes to see better. I stared at the screen, shaking my head side to side, and replied to her, "I have no idea."

It wasn't seconds later that we both had our cell phones in our hands searching for sex toys for women. Sex toys for lesbians. Sex machines for women. I was thumbing through the pages of sales items faster than my phone could keep up with until I heard Amber say, "Ah ha. Got it. It's called a Sybian.

"A what?" I replied.

"I think it's pronounced Sy-be-an," she said, as she spelled it out for me, leaning towards me to show it to me.

We watched the promotional video and then began browsing several sales sites. We saw the additional attachments you could buy, but we didn't see the price at the time. When we reached the end of the sales page with all the attachments, we realized the item was listed for almost $1,000.00. As fun as it looked, the price concerned me. We were still paying for part of our wedding and honeymoon expenses, and were thinking about buying a bigger house. So, $1000.00 plus shipping was a bit more than I wanted to spend. However, as always, Amber gave me her sad, pouty eyes, talked, and acted like a begging child. When that didn't work, she slid her hand up between my legs squeezing my pussy erotically begging me to let her put it on her credit card. Of course, I gave in minutes later when her mouth was sucking my nipple and her fingers were deep inside of me. And my further reward for saying "Yes," was her tongue swirling in and out of my slit. But hey, if she wanted to buy it and have fun, then by all means, go ahead.

The thing arrived about ten days later. Thankfully, I was the first to discover this gigantic, 30-pound box on my front porch. I wrestled the thing inside and down the hallway, and into our bedroom. As soon as Amber got home, I told her it had arrived and was in the bedroom. She immediately went to see the box it was in, but couldn't take it out to use it, or at least see how it worked. Unfortunately, due to previous plans and scheduling, children and life, it sat in the back of our closet, under a mound of clothes, so no one else would find it, for another couple of weeks until our anniversary.

We were a year in, completely and utterly (still) falling in love. Hormonal, passionate, and trying everything we could to make our love life as sexy and erotic as we could. That night, when we were finally alone, we decided to order in, pop some champagne, put on our sexiest lingerie, and were planning on ravaging each other to complete exhaustion. Minutes into kissing and touching, we were both beyond aroused. Her pussy, wet and slippery as it always was, allowed me easy access for my finger(s) and she always had at least two inside of me. We both knew we were going to get this new sexual apparatus out, but I think we both wanted to ensure we had some time together first, before jumping right in. Or in this case, jumping right on the machine. Shortly into our lovemaking, we both agreed that we wanted to try our new toy, so we left the bed, opened the closet, pulled clothes from the box, and lifted the bulky item onto our bed. We unboxed our new toy, opened each plastic-wrapped dildo, and felt how smooth and leathery the saddle part was.

We washed the toys in the bathroom sink and had kinky, impromptu fun sticking the dildos in each other's mouths, or rubbing them across each other's tits, and around our naked pussies. The cord wasn't long enough to reach the outlet, so I had to dig around the garage to find an extension cord. When I returned and plugged it in, Amber turned the machine on to full blast. The Sybian hummed and rattled like an outdoor electric generator, and looking down on top of it, where the dildo attached, I could see a little piece inside that shook and vibrated like nothing I had ever seen before. As fun as this would be, we would both be in trouble if we overused this.

When we figured out how to attach the toys, I hooked on the smallest one, climbed over the toy like I was saddling a horse, and felt the attachment slide inside me. I looked at Amber, holding the remote control for it, and said, "Slowly at first."

Amber looked down, and I saw her hand twist a bit until the machine clicked on. I felt it vibrating and humming inside of me. The motion and intensity were unlike anything I had ever felt before. I started slowly rocking back and forth, almost grinding on top of it. I could see the look of excitement and intrigue in Amber's eyes as she turned the machine up another notch.

I chirped aloud as its intensity increased, and my mouth was now open with moans of pleasure emanating from it. I reached down and was rubbing my clit, starting to bounce up and down slowly. The vibrating inside of me made me feel like everything inside was going to explode out. I moaned, I groaned, I rocked, and I bounced. It was as if I had found heaven in a bottle as I sat upon the little 3-inch dildo, which was vibrating hard enough that it felt like my pussy lips were slapping together. The little raised rubber nipples along the mounting clamp were grinding across my clit every time I moved forward and backwards enhancing my pleasure.

"Holy fuck! You've gotta try this baby," I said to her as I looked up and saw Amber's gigantic smile while she gazed at me riding our new toy.

She turned it up even more, and now I felt like I was being hurled into space by my pussy and everything I had ever stuck in it, was not even in comparison. I came quickly after she tuned it up more, huffing, screaming, and being overly vocal. I felt like my orgasms were coming from deep under my tits. My whole body was trembling, my legs were shaking, trying not to lock up, and as much as I wanted her to try it, I didn't want to get off.

As Amber lowered the speed, eventually shutting it off. I was breathing as hard as if I had just run a mile. My pussy was numb, my legs were trembling and I seriously mean, I had trouble climbing off of the thing.

When Amber climbed on top of it and I grabbed the remote, I started slowly, just as she had. She whimpered and gasped for air as the little dildo vibrated deep inside of her. I watched her bounce up and down so hard that at times I think the machine froze for a second because she was pushing it inside of her so hard. "I want the bigger one," she yapped out after she came for the first time.

Amber climbed off, and we switched out the 3-inch for the 5-inch, more significant, thicker dildo, and she slid right back on top of it. I knelt in front of her and leaned over trying to lick her clit as the vibration rattled her pussy. But it was so intense on my lips and my jaw, I had to stop. I lifted Amber off it just as she was about to come the second time, and slid my tongue so far up into her that she squirted all over my face, while her body froze up, locking every muscle.

She pushed my face outward, leaned down, kissed me, and rolled me onto my knees. She stuck her tongue deep inside my pussy, and was licking me like she had never licked me before. From the top of my slit all the way around and up across my asshole.

After I let her eat me, I wanted to get back on the machine. I wanted to try the bigger dildo. I climbed on, remote in my hand, slid the dildo inside of me, and cranked it up. I felt as if my body had been extinguished of all the sexual experiences I had ever known, by giving something I had never felt before. All I knew, all I felt, all I wanted was to cum all over that little toy.

"In your ass!" Amber demanded loudly, telling me to ride it anally.

Now, I'll be the first to admit I have rammed numerous items in my ass. Some might even surprise you, but I had never had anything with such force of speed inside that hole. I got up, grabbed some lube, lubed up the dildo, slid my fingers into my ass to lube up my entrance and I climbed back onto the machine.

It took some wiggling and getting the right angle, but when I felt it slide in and Amber knew it was in, she turned the machine back on. OH BOY! Let me tell you, I have never felt such a feeling as that fast, constant, relentless vibrating in my ass, EVER! It was beyond arousing and taboo. I came in seconds. I wasn't even touching myself. As soon as she turned it up a bit more, I felt it pulsing inside a hole that usually doesn't pulsate, and it sent me over the edge.

I bounced and begged her to turn it up. "Do not stop! To make it go faster," I cried out. I didn't care about my pussy anymore, my ass needed this. Amber was standing next to me naked, remote in one hand, her other hand rubbing her clit as she watched me cumming hard from anal vibration.

Amber pulled me off the machine after my second fierce orgasm and licked me dry. And I mean dry. I wasn't wet anymore. I had fucked myself in the ass so hard, my pussy was dry. And she was loving every minute of it.

Before long, the 8 inch massively thick dildo was strapped to the machine and deep inside Amber's pussy, while I had the machine on full blast. She came time and again, begging me for more.

Then the 8-inch dildo was in my pussy and my ass, until I squirted for the first and only time in my Ife, literally peeing all over Ambers fingers because she was finger fucking me as that large thick dildo vibrated deep inside my ass. I genuinely think I shit myself. I am not kidding, when I climbed off, it felt like some of my insides went with it. At least it felt like they did. Even though I was absolutely spent and beyond conscious thought, Amber lay me on my back and inserted three fingers deep inside each hole until I couldn't take any more and begged her to stop.

She climbed on top of my face and made me eat her until she came again. I don't know where I got the energy to swirl my togue around her pussy from, but hearing her moaning out my name until she came, must have given me the boost I needed.

In describing this, you might say it thinks this was a ten-minute operation. No, my friends, this was well over an hour of constant, fast-paced, deep feeling, hard vibrating, ravishing sex between two women who just struck gold with this toy.

Needless to say, the machine ended up on the floor, as we both fell asleep naked, uncovered, worn out, and still feeling the vibration deep inside of us, long after the vibration stopped.

I awoke in the morning to find Amber riding the 8-inch dildo without the machine on. I rubbed my clit trying to get off, but I was still so worn out and sore that I couldn't even get myself to orgasm. Before the weekend was out, Amber had the 8-inch dildo in her ass, while my fingers were in her pussy as I sucked on her tits, until she came hard.

I think we were both sick for a week because of the turmoil that things caused our bodies. I know I had difficulty sitting and walking for the first few days after.

All in all, it was and continues to be the best sex toy we have ever purchased. We have used it several times, and we still have it. It's hidden away from snooping eyes, but it's well within reach if we ever desire to have a night like that again.

But that brings us to the end of these tales. An end to the erotic visions in your head, while your fingers are in your pussy or your hand is wrapped around your dick. And I don't blame you if they got you to that point, because I've had my hand deep in my panties too, as I wrote them.

What started for me seeking a babysitter so I could go out, meet people, maybe (and secretly at that time) meet women and have lesbian sex, ended up with me finding the love of my life. Like I said above, I am a lesbian. Whether you like it or not. Believe it or not. Care or not. It's her pussy I will always want. Even as we have gotten older, settled, and light years away from our first kiss, our first intimate night. The first time she ate pussy and the first time we used a big expensive toy to vibrate each other into oblivion, we made it. Some don't.

One day, I may get the gall to sit down and write about our threesomes with Jennifer. But they wouldn't be as loving, emotional, heartfelt, or thorough as this story was. Just know I still get excited seeing a naked woman. If given the chance, I would sleep with other women. Not because I don't love Amber or don't want her, it's just my desires. Just as I am sure she would, too. If I could cheat, it would be with a woman. If I were a man, and experienced gay sex, then perhaps I'd want to suck someone else's dick too. I don't know. I can't say for sure. I'm not in those shoes.

All I do know is that writing these stories, re-living my fantasies, my experiences before her, our sex life, our marriage, all while knowing she is watching over my shoulder, reading along, has given me a new lease on my sexuality. I get wet writing these. I rub my clit often while typing. I see her reading them, biting her lip, knowing she's getting turned on too. At the end of the day, when I shut off the computer, I get to fuck her. I still get to suck her tits, lick her pussy and ram my fingers into any hole I want to. Maybe if things had turned out different, I'd be sucking dick again, or would have dated another woman. But I am not single. I am with her and do everything I can to keep her happy and satisfied.

Occasionally, I think back to the night I slid her panties off for the first time. How seductively and slowly I kissed up her inner thighs until my tongue slid across her tight slit. How her eyes were affixed to mine as my mouth made giant, sloppy slurping noises as I brought her to her first female/female orgasm. How she shyly and inexperiencedly returned the favor. How in those coming days, weeks and months she realized she liked pussy, more than dick. How she wanted mine, and how eventually I dropped my guard and decided I wanted hers, permanently. Accepted I'd rather have pussy than dick and entered into a lesbian relationship, where I was more than willing to stay in it, and not run away from fear.

I couldn't even begin to tell you how much I'm in love with Amber. How she changed my life and how I changed hers. How unexpected and wild our time together has been. How one night of her honesty and my deep curiosity led to this. How deeply and utterly I have grown into who I have become. It still amazes some of my old friends, who knew me as the girl who was always chasing boys, are still in disbelief that I am married to a woman. I had a deep, heated text argument with one old schoolmate who was very Christian and very conservative some years back. In the end, my final words were, I lick pussy, I love a woman and you can go fuck yourself if you don't like it.

And that's precisely where I am and what my life has become. I love pussy. I love her, and even if I had the chance to change, I don't think I would. I would continue living as I do. Call me a lesbian, call me a sinner, call me whatever you like. At the end of the day, my tongue will always be slurping up and down a wet pussy, not gagging on some guy's dick. Ladies, if you are curious, try it. You might like it. Guys, same advice. Do what makes you happy. Live, enjoy, and take some chances. We only get one life, live it the best you can.

I hope Amber and I continue spending our lives together. Even as I approach turning 60, I hope she still finds me attractive and wants to be with me, just as I want to be with her. So far, that's the way it has always been. I hope it continues.

I hope you enjoyed all of this and think of us often.

Goodbye for now, love, Jill & Amber.