One night not long ago, I walked into my husband’s den and saw him jacking off in front of his computer. I smiled to myself from catching him with his pants down and said, “Whatever you are looking at must be pretty interesting, Jack.”
Jack looked up from his computer and said, “Come here, Susan, you have got to see this.”
I walked around his desk and pulled up a chair alongside his and saw that his cock was hard as a rock and nearly purple in color from being so highly aroused. Then I sat and set my eyes on the screen.
Oh, my God, I suddenly realized what got my husband so aroused, and two hours later, after watching more than a dozen videos, I was thoroughly versed in this particular subculture of perversion. I watched alongside my husband with my hand stroking his cock, video after video of naked women being fucked by motorized machines. Strapped down, bent over, squatting on top, and seemingly having incredibly intense experiences. Many of the scenes involved BDSM, which made the whole thing that much more intense.
We went to bed after watching the videos, and we fucked for nearly an hour to relieve our pent-up arousal. After we settled, Jack told me that he would love to see me getting fucked by a machine. From what I saw, I was pretty excited by it, and I told my husband if he could find a way to get me one, I would be open to it.
Jack went on a search, and about a week later, he ran across an ad in a local adult swingers forum from a man in Weirton, West Virginia, about forty miles north from our home in Wheeling.
The ad read: “Mature man with sex machine willing to share with couples or single females. No physical contact. I will set it up and watch the results.”
The ad showed a picture of a steel frame supporting an electric motor sitting in the middle. A long metal rod with a rubber cock on the far end was attached to a turn wheel on the side of the motor. There were just a few wires attached to this and that and nothing more.
I stared at the picture and said to my husband, “Well, this is different. It looks homemade.
“Jack replied, “Yes, pretty simple. What do you think, Sue?”
“Well, I’m intrigued. Are you going to get in touch with the man?” I replied.
“Do you want me to?”
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to the guy,” I said.
Jack smiled and said, “You horny little slut, you want this more than I do.”
We both laughed and the following morning, Jack replied to the ad.
“Dear Sir, my name is Jack. My wife, Susan, and I are interested in your sex machine ad. We enjoy new experiences and might be interested in trying your machine. You can contact us at this email address or my cell phone.” Jack added his email address and cell phone number at the end of his message.
The man called Jack’s phone the following day. They had a man-to-man discussion and agreed to meet face-to-face for coffee on Saturday morning for further discussion.
We were up before 7:00 AM on Saturday. I pinned my hair back, wore very little makeup, and dressed in casual jeans, a cotton blouse, and sandals. Jack wore his casuals as well, and he brought along his camera. We drove up Route 2 through Wellsburg and Follansbee to Weirton and met at a coffee shop along the main drag at 9:30 AM.
The coffee shop was somewhat busy, and Jack spotted an older man sitting alone at a window table, waving in our direction. Jack greeted the man while I ordered our coffee. Jack likes his black, and I prefer a shot of cream in mine.
I approached the table with two cups of coffee in my hands. Jack introduced me to Baxter, the elderly gentleman we were there to meet.
“Hello, Susan. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Baxter said, standing up to greet me with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Hello, Baxter, a pleasure as well,” I said before I placed the coffees on the table and sat kitty-corner between Jack and Baxter.
As the conversation ensued, Baxter was very kind, eager, and fun to talk to, and soon, the conversation moved freely into a discussion of his hobby. He was a retired mechanical engineer, widowed, and living alone. Baxter told us about surfing porn sites for a bit of amusement and stumbled across sex machine porn. Between his fascination with watching women getting fucked by self-propelled mechanical devices and needing something to do with his time, he decided to design and build his version of sex machines.
We listened to Baxter telling us how he had designed his first machines and even managed to sell a few of them online. He also admitted that his family jewels no longer functioned and that he had no desire to use drugs to rectify his erectile dysfunction. Instead, he placed ads like the one we answered so that he could at least have the pleasure of watching women using his machines.
As he put it, “I may not be able to get it up, but I still enjoy watching beautiful women getting off.”
We shared some information about our lifestyle, and my husband admitted that through his voyeuristic desires, he enjoyed sharing me with other men.
“So, how would you two like to come to my house and allow me to show you my setup,” Baxter asked after an hour of conversation.
“What do you think, Susan?” Jack turned to me and asked.
“Well, husband, since we drove up here and met this fine gentleman and have nothing else planned for the day, I’d say…yes,” I replied and got happy smiles from both men.
We left the coffee shop, and before we even made it back to our car, I had stiff nipples and a wet pussy. We followed Baxter to a lovely little neighbor not far from downtown Weirton. Pulling into the driveway of a modest single-story house, we parked next to Baxter’s car. I glanced around after we stepped out of our car. Everything from the landscaping to the upkeep of his house was nicely cared for.
Baxter led us into the house, down a hall, and into the kitchen. We crossed the room to a door that led down a steep pair of wooden steps into a large basement that ran the width and length of the house.
The basement was dimly illuminated by the yellow glow of a single light bulb that hung from the wooden beam ceiling. The furnace and water heater stood on one side of the basement. The other side had an assortment of shelving, cabinets, and a wooden workbench. And to the far end of the basement was a large wooden table and Baxter’s mechanical marvel resting on a small stand at the foot of the table.
The table was large and stood on four sturdy legs. The tabletop was 4-by-6 feet, made of blonde, smooth, varnished wood. Jack stood silent, staring at the table and the machine.
“So. How does this…” I stammered as the color began to rise in my cheeks, “…well…work exactly?”
Baxter smiled warmly at me and my husband. “Well, you will be lying on the table with your rear on this end. The machine will be here. Then, I will get everything positioned and turn the machine on. I will show your husband how to work the controls and let you two have fun while I stand nearby and watch.”
We watched as he pranced around the table, indicating where the machine would be and where I would be. I bit my bottom lip as my heart skipped a beat before starting to beat a little faster. I was getting more aroused the more he talked excitedly about the setup.
“Go on, tell us more,” I said as my excitement increased.
“We would start slow so I can adjust the angle, the depth, and the speed. Then, I will give the control box to your husband and allow the two of you to work it out. Oh, I nearly forgot. The business end of the rod can be varied,” he said, pointing to an open cabinet where six brightly colored dildos of different sizes sat on a shelf.”
“Well, you certainly have everything adequately arranged,” my husband said.
“Oh, one more thing,” Baxter added, “there is another metal rod that can be attached to the opposite end of the turn wheel for double penetration if your wife so desires.”
I nearly choked on my spit when I heard that. Baxter had thought of everything. I stood silent as I considered what size dildo to use. My nipples were clearly on board, and I could feel increasing wetness between my legs as Baxter turned his attention to the machine.
“This is the Beast,” Baxter said. He flipped a switch, and the long horizontal metal rod started moving back and forth. “Come here, Jack, let me show you how to work the controls.”
My husband paid attention to Baxter’s instructions as he said, “I can adjust the depth and speed with these two turn knobs.”
I shuddered when Baxter cranked up the machine to demonstrate.
“That is pretty much all you need to know,” Baxter said.
Then he turned to me and said, “Well, young lady?”
My voice, when I was able to speak, was dripping with barely concealed lust. “Well…um…okay.”
“Okay…as in?” His eyes twinkled.
“I think I would like to try it,” I whispered. “So…um, when and how do we start?”
Baxter was practically jumping for joy. “How about now? No time like the present. Pick out the dildo that you want.”
I moved to the cabinet and considered the dildos ranging in various thicknesses and lengths from four to twelve inches long. I picked the six-inch fluorescent pink dildo to start with. I handed it to Baxter. He attached it to the business end of the rod and covered it with lube.
“You can undress now, Susan,” Baxter said.
“Sure…uh…where?” I asked.
“Right here is fine. Just toss your things on that chair,” Baxter said, pointing to the chair next to the wall.
I have undressed in front of strangers before, so this was no biggie for me. I kicked off my sandals, undid my jeans, and wiggled them down my legs to my ankles. I glanced over at Baxter as I shed my clothes and saw him staring at me intently, with a mixed look of amusement and undeniable lust on his face. I smiled at him and kicked my pants to the side with my sandals.
Next, I took off my blouse and lay it over the back of the chair. I stood there in my bra and panties. I took off my bra first, baring my tits and hard nipples to Baxter and my husband. Letting my bra drop to the floor, I slipped my panties over my hips and down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I picked up my clothes bundled on the floor and put them on the chair while Baxter’s eyes roamed over every inch of my naked body. The lustful way Baxter stared at me made my pussy wet, and my arousal was evident from my swollen nipples.
“Okay, I think I’m ready,” I said aloud.
“Yes, you certainly are, my dear,” Baxter said as he patted the end of the table where he wanted me. I walked over and sat up on the cold surface. The air in the basement was cold and damp as well. I never realized it until I removed my clothes, and goosebumps formed all over my body.
Scooting back a bit under Baxter’s guidance, I then lay flat on my back with my arms splayed out and the back of my hands resting on the upper corners of the table while Baxter gazed appreciatively at my naked body.
“Very good,” Baxter muttered as he tentatively touched me briefly to coax me into the correct position. I quivered with every touch, and the wetness of my pussy began to spread between my thighs with every passing second. My nipples were already rock hard, yearning to be pulled, pinched, and sucked. Baxter looked me up and down, finally satisfied with my position.
“Doing okay, Susan?” He asked cheerfully.
I took a deep breath that caused my breast to rise sexily and answered, “Yes.”
“You doing okay, Jack?” Baxter asked as he turned his attention to my husband.
“Hell yes,” my husband answered.
“Excellent!” Baxter responded and turned his attention back to me.
“Restraints?” Baxter inquired mischievously while watching my reaction. His question caused my pussy to twitch and my heart to speed up a notch.
“Yes, I don’t mind,” I answered.
He pulled some clothesline out of a cabinet drawer and quickly bound my wrists and ankles to each corner of the table. Then, he wrapped three rows of clothesline around my mid-section to keep me from moving. Then he checked all the knots to make sure they were all secure and not too tight.
“Are you good?” He asked as he tugged on the ropes around my mid-section.
“Yes, I’m good,” I whispered as my anticipation and nervousness began to hit new levels. I was beyond turned on. The mixture of fear, longing, excitement, anticipation, and anxiety was exquisite! My juices were leaking from my pussy from being tied down, and thinking about that machine at the foot of the table will shortly be invading my body.
I jerked as Baxter positioned the head of the rubber cock at the entrance to my pussy, and I softly moaned as he slid the head of the dildo slowly up and down my wet slit. He made some minor adjustments, and I sighed as I felt the head of the rubber phallus snuggle just inside the entrance of my cunt.
Baxter refreshed my husband’s memory of the control box, telling him not to turn the knobs too fast, that he had to start slow for me to get used to it, and to increase the speed and depth as the process continued.
I gasped when Baxter turned the machine on as I heard the low electric hum of the motor and felt a slight vibration running through the rubber dildo snuggled between my folds.
“Go ahead, Jack, feed it a little juice,” Baxter instructed my husband as he stood beside him.
Jack turned the knob that started the shaft moving forward, and both men stared at my cunt as they watched the pink dildo slowly penetrate my vagina. They heard me gasp and then moan as they watched me arch against the ropes when I felt the dildo slowly penetrating my cunt. It scared me at first, but then I felt a calm flow over me when the dildo stopped three inches inside me and then slowly retreated at the same slow speed.
I raised my head and watched the long metal shaft slowly retreat and push forward at a slow-level speed. Then I lay my head back and closed my eyes to enjoy the slow teasing fuck.
“Look at your wife, Jack,” Baxter said. “She likes it. Go ahead and increase the depth a little.”
My husband followed Baxter’s instruction and turned the depth knob, and instantly, the rubber cock slid deeper into me, all six inches of it into my aching pussy. Over and over and over and over, the same slow, steady rhythm consistently without variation. It was heaven, and I moaned my appreciation.
“There! That looks about right, Jack!” Baxter chuckled as he walked around the table, staring at my naked body responding to his incredible machine.
“How does that feel, honey?” My husband asked as he watched the machine slowly fuck my pussy.
“Mmm, it feels nice,” I purred.
Wonderful feelings washed all through me. My breathing was becoming shallow, and I began arching my chest as I could feel my tits begging to be touched and sucked and pulled and pinched. I wiggled in frustration, desperately feeling the need for some attention up top.
Baxter was standing at the head of the table, looking down at me. He seemed to sense my need but made no move to intervene.
“Baxter…my tits…I need…” I begged, and my plea was cut short by a deep moan as the pleasurable feelings in my pussy began to ramp up, indicating an impending orgasm was closing in.
Baxter shook his head and said, “A little frustration makes the whole thing more intense.”
I glanced down at my husband. “Jack, tell Baxter it’s okay for him to pinch my nipples,” I begged.
“Baxter is right, baby…let it play out,” responded Jack, who seemingly couldn’t take his eyes off of the dildo slowly sliding in and out of my dripping, hot cunt.
I glared at my husband and struggled against the restraints as the slow, deep, consistent fucking began to send me over the edge. Arching upward until the ropes felt like they were cutting into my belly, I rode out the first wave of my initial orgasm. “Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh,” my moans blended with the humming machine.
My climax was gentle but insistent, and it washed over me like warm water while the machine kept up its relentless in-and-out reciprocation. My chest heaved as I took several deep breaths while my orgasm began to fade. I glanced up at Baxter, who looked delighted and proud of his machine’s accomplishment. His eyes appeared to be glazed over with little beads of sweat on his forehead as he stared at my heaving chest.
Closing my eyes, I let myself sink into the incredible sensations as his machine continued to gently fuck me. I heard Baxter step away for a second. I opened my eyes to see him hand a Magic Wand vibrator to my husband in trade for the control box.
“You know what to do with that,” Baxter told my husband.
Jack smiled in return and turned the Wand on and began to rub my clit with it. I was again overwhelmed by the physical sensations caused by the unending fucking, with the added pleasure of the Wand massaging my clit. I gasped and tensed as my body responded to the vibrations against my swollen clit. The feeling went beyond intense, and I squirmed and shuddered as my husband knew exactly how to move the Wand.
I have always had phenomenal orgasms, even when I first began having sex. They were never the elusive creatures some women seem to have trouble experiencing. As sexual fantasy, dirty thoughts, and erotic experiences piled one on top of another over me, it became easier for me to hit that awesome peak.
Within minutes of the Magic Wand doing its thing, I sucked in a huge breath as my whole body tensed and shuddered, my back arched off the table as the climax took me by storm. I strained against the ropes securing me to the table as I tilted my head back and howled. Convulsions and spasms wracked my quivering body. My fingers and toes curled as the sensations spread to the ends of my limbs.
Overlapping the first, I felt the wave of a second massive climax rising and washing through my body. I felt as if I was getting zapped by lightning. My whole body was tingling and twitching and straining and trembling.
The machine continued its slow, steady pace as I screamed and thrashed back and forth. The Magic Wand continued to vibrate and pulse against my sensitive clit as Jack moved it slowly back and forth and up and down. I could barely catch my breath before another orgasm pounded through my body right on the heels of the two before it.
My body was shiny with sweat, and my damp hair clung to my face. Tears streamed from my eyes as my body tensed, and I slipped into another violent climax. Jack pressed the Wand down a bit harder on my clit. I screamed again as the orgasms began to pile one on top of the other with no relief in between.
Baxter turned the knob on the control box to increase the speed of the machine. I heard the motor begin to whine, and I felt the dildo move faster in and out of my hot juicy cunt. Everyone could hear the slushing sounds of my pussy as the machine relentlessly attacked my body.
Unable to tell when one orgasm ended and another started, I moaned, groaned, begged, and pleaded as my quivering body was getting wracked with convulsions. The feelings were incredibly intense, walking that fine line between mind-numbing pleasure and barely concealed pain.
I tugged and pulled at my restraints, my hands clenching tight, as Baxter turned the machine up another notch. I heard Baxter tell my husband that the machine was running at 320 RPM, or five reciprocations a second.
Baxter didn’t give me any time to get used to the pounding I was getting as he cranked the speed to “INSANE,” causing me to scream and howl as wave after wave of violent tremors, spasms, and convulsions wracked my mind, body, and soul. My chest heaved, my muscles tensed, and my pussy pissed orgasmic juice as I was getting plummeted by the machine.
Jack continued to torture my clit with the Magic Wand, as Baxter kept the machine ramming me relentlessly. I was incoherent. My belly tensed under the ropes holding me down. My breathing turned into pathetic, ragged gasps. My nipples were so painfully stiff, sensitive, and sore.
It got to the point of me passing out. When my eyes opened, I saw my husband and Baxter staring at me with concerned expressions, asking me if I was okay.
“Oh, yes, I’ve never been better!” I exclaimed. I explained my experience as they untied the ropes that bound me. I’ve never had that many consistent orgasms in my life.
I finally managed to sit up. I was too weak to stand. My husband helped me get dressed.
“Shall I pencil you both in for another session?” Baxter asked after I explained my experience to both men.
I gave my husband a look of glee, and he told Baxter to pencil us in for the following Tuesday evening.
When we got home, I was too sore to fuck, so I gave my husband a much-needed release by giving him a well-deserved blowjob. He came like a fountain, and I swallowed every drop of his delicious semen. We slept lovingly in each other’s arms, dreaming about going another round with Baxter’s sex machine a week from now.
