The Vibrator

Through a series of unlikely events, I wound up as the pastor of a prominent church in a medium sized Canadian city. The truth is, we were so broke there wasn’t much to do but play with the kids and enjoy each other’s bodies as often as we could. Weekends were always nice, but Monday was special. That was my day off. 

It was cold in Canada.

I would take the kids to school then come home and put massage oil into a pan of hot water as she showered. Then, she would join me in the bed, naked, and lie beneath the covers from the waist down as I massaged her back.

I always took my time. There was no hurry. We knew where things were going, and we were experienced enough to relax and let it flow. She loved being massaged. I loved putting my hands on her naked body.

We found a massage tool at a store in the mall. It was opaque, pinkish, and had four round prongs on each end. Two were small, two were larger, and it glided over her back when she was well oiled. I worked on her shoulders and her lower back, the spots that were always sore, and could feel her relax as I slowly, gently, methodically worked the kinks out of her muscles.

I still remember the smell of the oil. We had found a health store in town that mixed their own essential oils and bought one that was lightly scented and smooth to the touch. I worked her back, then slowly moved down to her ass, peeling the blanket off of her a bit at a time. She wasn’t the same sex machine I had fallen in love with as a kid, but her body was perfect for me. 

After four babies she had an ongoing battle with her weight, but I didn’t care if she was a bit more round and her once perky tits were now a little more well-worn. Her hair was still light brown and soft, her eyes were still green, and her dimples were still as cute as ever. And although it might sound blasphemous, her naked body was an altar where I worshipped in ecstatic and Divine surrender.

The massage tool in one hand and the other resting on her skin, I rubbed her ass thoroughly. I loved her firm round ass and caressed it gently with fingers and kisses. Then, I massaged her legs.

I slipped one hand in between her legs and rested it on her pussy as I pushed the massage tool up and down her hamstrings and calves. She lifted one leg up at the knee so that I could massage her foot. I placed the massager between her thighs, rubbed oil on her foot, and dug my thumbs into her arch as I nibbled her toes. I sucked her big toe and flicked my tongue in between the others as I put my hard cock against her shin.

I reached down and slid the massage tool up the inside of her thigh as I licked and kissed one foot, then the other. She pulled away and rolled over on her back, her legs spread wide. Her eyes were closed, and her nipples were hard. I began kissing the lips of her pussy gently, then flicked her clit with my tongue. All the time I was rubbing the massage tool up and down her inner thigh. 

I don’t know what made me do it, but I slowly ran the massage tool up to her dripping pussy and began rubbing one of the large balls around the swollen folds. She moaned and began gently rocking her hips. When I slipped the hard, smooth plastic tool into her, she gasped and grabbed my head.

She pulled me closer, and I began licking her clit as I moved the tool in and out of her with slow deliberate motion. I had never been so aroused. The way she was trembling and thrusting her pelvis up and down with the plastic massager inside of her and my mouth sucking, licking, and nibbling on her told me that she was also in a new place.

“Fuck me.”

It was a demand. It was a desire. She was pleading. She was ordering. I slipped up and put the head of my hard dick into the waiting opening of her pussy. I held back, just barely penetrating her and rolling my hips in a circular motion. She grabbed my ass with both hands and forced me into her, wrapping her legs around me as she shook with a massive orgasm.

We kissed deeply as I slowly stroked her with my hard cock. In and out, in and hold, then with my pelvis on her clit, I rocked furiously. She came a second time as I exploded inside of her. I felt the spasm in my balls and back.

We lay there, pulling the blanket over our naked bodies and holding each other close. We kissed and I saw her eyes softly glistening with tears.

“I love you.” I said it because it was true. She owned my heart.

“I know.” It was her usual response. She kissed me again and held me tightly.

We looked forward to next Monday. 

~~~

As a pastor, I felt a bit conspicuous as I ambled through the mall and slipped into Spencer’s to buy a vibrator. 

It was ten inches of smooth purple plastic with a tapered end and a speed control on the base. The thrill of the massage tool had lasted for a few weeks, but I thought something new, something more appropriate was in order. So, I made the furtive dive into the only store I knew of that carried them. The nice young woman who took my money kindly reminded me to get batteries as well and even told me what size I needed. That’s customer service. 

I took it home and hid it in my sock drawer, waiting impatiently for the weekend to be over. I took the kids to school, and as usual she was in the shower when I got home. I heated the massage oil in a pan of hot water and slid the purple vibrator under the edge of the bed. I turned on the vaporizer to add moisture into the air and casually shifted the throbbing hard on in my underwear as she walked in and laid down for her rub down. 

As usual, I started with my hands working on her neck and shoulders, most of her body covered with a blanket for warmth. As I worked lower towards the base of her spine, I pulled out the old massage tool and dug it into her tense muscles, all the time thinking about the vibrator and wondering how she would react to it. 

I added more oil to her back and started running my hands up her spine and into her shoulders. I then started pressing my thumbs into the base of her neck and felt her relax as the tension released. I paused and reached down for the new device, turned it on, and started using it to massage her tension point where her neck and shoulders met. 

“What is that?” 

She was lying face down with her eyes closed and had no idea what I was using. I pressed it deeper into her muscles and asked, “Does it feel good?”

“Yes. It’s nice. But what is it?”

I smiled as I placed the tapered tip on her skin and slowly moved it down her back, across her ass, and in between her legs. She spread her legs a little and let me rub the lips of her pussy from behind for a few minutes, then decided to roll over. 

“I want to see it.” Her voice was husky, the way it got when she was very turned on. I snuggled up beside her and placed it in her hand. She looked at it, then played with the speed control before handing it back to me. I started rubbing it up and down her clit and labia, and she reached down and stopped me. 

“It makes me feel a little numb,” she said. 

I wasn’t expecting that, but undeterred I turned off the vibration and lowered myself down to put my head between her spreading legs. She was incredibly hot and wet, and as I began caressing her clit with my tongue, I began slowly, ever so slowly, easing the purple pleasure device into her vagina. 

I looked up and her eyes were closed as she moaned. One inch, two inches, I began sliding it in and out of her as I sucked and licked her pussy with increasing intensity. Three inches, four, she was rocking her hips, and I was rubbing her clit with my mouth, moving my head from side to side as she grabbed my hair and pulled. 

“I don’t want to cum yet!” she said. 

I had never been so hard. The anticipation of the past few days was nothing compared to the reality of the moment. I slid up behind her, and she gasped as I put my dick into her dripping cunt. I went in as far as I could and just held her close as I placed the vibrator into her hand. 

When I heard it turn on, I smiled. When I felt the tip of it rubbing against my balls as she began stroking herself, I closed my eyes and began rocking my hips to create internal friction. 

“Oh God, oh God, oooh,” she moaned. 

She was panting as she began to hold the vibrator tightly against her pussy and rock in rhythm with me. I reached around and began squeezing her hard nipple between two fingers. Gently at first, but harder as she responded and increased her movements with urgency, her ass slamming into my pelvis as I fought to keep my cock entrenched inside of her. I could see her arm moving up and down as she worked the vibrator against her clit and felt the muscles in her neck beginning to bulge. Her breathing became shallow and her entire body was writhing, lost in a pleasure she had never felt before. 

I heard her moaning, softly then more loudly, and saw her face turned up towards the ceiling, her eyes clenched, her nostrils flaring and her dimples dancing up and down as she shook with each thrusts and her hand clenching the vibrator tightly against her steaming pussy. I began to tremble in time with her as the intensity grew to a fevered pitch. We were lost, together, in an earthshaking experience. 

“Oh, God!” It was a prayer. It was a declaration. It was love, pure and holy, and incredibly sensual and filled with lust and satisfaction.

She erupted with an incredible spasm. I came at the same time, having been fighting to control it for minutes. We lay there panting, entwined and covered with the juice of our love making. I pulled the blanket up without pulling out of her, and we drifted off to sleep together, satisfied, and satiated for the moment. 

~~~

I can still smell the sex in the air and feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I still have the vibrator. I pull it out of my sock drawer where it has stayed hidden for thirty years and hold it reverently. It makes me smile.

Someday my kids will find our little orgasm enhancement device. Over the years we used it a lot. I even had to replace the batteries a few times. By then, I will have joined her in the Divine Realm and I promise, I won’t care what they think.