The soft tickling on her clit was almost too much.

This would have been only the appetizer, but Billy was the jealous type. Jealous of other men, and also jealous of a glass vibrator that’s not even as big as his dick. Okay, if that’s the way it had to be, fine! She let the evil, buzzing tool glide over her slippery pussy lips, then rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and began plunging it into her slit.

She fucked herself slowly, loving the way the bone remained rigid, the steady buzz assuring her that the rod would keep pleasuring her pussy no matter how long it took her to come. She moved the prong upward, letting it vibrate closer to her clit. She couldn’t take it much longer; she had to come! She eased the glass tip around and around, traced the vibrator along her groove, and plunged it in once again, almost all the way, her grip loosening as her lubrication covered her fingers. The vibrator’s hum became more muffled, and as she tightened her grip, the toy’s sounds changed, becoming much more high-pitched, like a hornet. The sound was matched now by low, guttural growls. She forced her drooping eyelids open and saw two glinting eyes a distance away. Marie sighed and said, “Stop staring, Champion, ain’t a bee in my honey pot!”

Champion, a German Shepherd, stood up as if he had been called to duty. She ordered him to lie still, and he hunkered down. She was relieved to not see the dog’s two shimmering eyes looking toward her. She didn’t want to be observed in this intimate moment, not by Champion and especially not by — The door suddenly slammed. Her thoughts were in a panic: What? What’s Billy doing here? Did he forget his lunch on the kitchen counter again? Damn! I can’t stop what I’m doing now! Maybe he’ll just take his lunch and get back to work. He’s always ruinin’ my escape, my pleasure … She managed to pull herself out from the tangle of bed sheets and padded barefoot to the bedroom door.

She locked it and waited. It seemed like Billy was just going to run in and dash back out. Good! She quietly crept back to bed. She willed her husband back to work, then she went back to hers: six inches of beautiful glass shuttling her into orgasmic orbit. What noontime nirvana! She eased it in and out, in and out, and then let it stay in for a while, her pussy muscles hugging the shaft as buzzed inside her. She turned up the speed and lay the tip against her plump pussy lips. She put it right on her hooded clit next and just let it stimulate her.

She moaned, shuddered, and went into a convulsion of excitement. She twitched and arched her back. She let out a groan, and then, spent, let the vibrator drop from her hands, its noise muffled by the moist tangle of sheets.

She was jolted almost out of bed by Billy angrily pounding at the bedroom door. “Hey!” he cried. “Hey, why’s this door locked?” She felt around for the vibrator, eyes wide with terror. He knew about the secret love weapon and had “ordered” her to throw it in the trash and never use it again. “Hey!” Billy pounded at the door again, and Champion began to bark. In a rage now because her dreamy release had become a nightmare, she cried, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Well, actually, she already had. Finally, she pulled open the bedroom door and let her husband in.

“Fuckin’ with that vibrator, huh?” he shouted, acting like he was going to freak out.

When he hit 40 a few months back, he discovered that he couldn’t get it up as fast — or as often. That was no problem for his wife’s glass cock, though. He tore the room apart as he searched for it, but he couldn’t find it. He was sweaty by the time he went to the window, which overlooked the driveway and the house next door. He climbed out and dropped to the ground. He knew she couldn’t have tossed it more than 20 or 30 feet in either direction. No sign of it. He hoisted himself back into the bedroom. “You scared me half to death,” she said, “and the dog, too. He bolted out the window as soon as you started pounding on the door.” “Why you got it locked?”

“Why not? Some burglar comes through the front door, I’d like to have some time to call the cops or just jump out the damn window.” Billy grunted. “Burglar didn’t take that vibrator. Where’d ya hide it?” The missing vibrator only made matters worse. Billy would keep searching the bedroom at odd times. He tried and failed with her on several nights, upsetting him more, and his muttering and frustration seemed to center on her “vibrator games.” Mrs. Bennett needed her orgasms, though, and continued to use her vibrator in secret, knowing that at some point her needs and Billy’s timing would collide. It happened on a Saturday night. She was sure he and his idiot friends were watching a baseball game down at the bar, but after a few innings, the game was rained out. Billy came home early and, deciding that he wanted to catch his wife in the act, crept quietly toward the bedroom.

While Champion was curled up on the floor dozing, Mrs. Bennett lay in bed. She felt safe and secure and knew this was her chance to pleasure herself just the way she wanted. All her cares were gone as she felt the gentle buzz of the vibrator warming her mons. To make the fun last, she kept on her microfiber panties, which dulled the sensations so she could have the vibrator on at a high speed and still not come too soon. Legs lolling apart, she lazily traced the blunt tip up and down her panty-covered crotch. She wriggled and stretched, and her boobs jiggled. She naughtily tweaked her nipples with her fingers and felt them stiffen in response.

She loved the way the vibrator got her so wet, making her panties slick with her arousal. It was almost embarrassing how wet she got. Finally she peeled off her panties and kicked them to the floor. She could almost smell her lust. She shivered at the wet crackling noise as the vibrator made contact with her moist and ready labia. She eased the glass dick slowly between her fleshy folds, and as it was stuffed more snugly inside, it became less noisy. Then she pulled it out to tease her clit, and the buzzing grew to full volume. Billy had his ear pressed against the door. He heard the drone of that foreign object up his wife’s pussy. Every time Mrs. Bennett let out a groan of pleasure, his fists clenched. Which was she going to wear out first, he wondered, her cunt or her toy’s battery?

She let out a series of high-pitched cries as she jammed the prong against her crotch and summoned the last orgasms from between her legs. Billy pounded on the door, and Champion began to bark loudly in the corner. “Shit!” Mrs. Bennett cried. A moment later, she obediently opened the door, and Billy was once more tearing around the room, flinging the sheets and pillows around, upending the mattress, looking under the bed. He was like a mad man, ignoring his wife — who stood naked up against the wall, white as the sheet she clutched in front of herself — not noticing if the dog was cowering somewhere or not. “Damn,” he shouted, “I don’t see no vibrator.” And then he lunged forward, pulled the sheet from her, and flung her onto the bed. He lifted her legs. She felt his large hands spread her ass cheeks, and then he leaned close to her vagina, pawing and sniffing. “Is it up your snatch?”

He pounded the mattress in frustration. He rushed to the window. Once again, he looked around the alley and at the blank wall of the house next door. No glass vibrator laying in the dirt or tire tracks. “You’re drivin’ me nuts, woman,” he said. The sight of his wife naked, startled, her nipples hard and her body sweaty, made his cock twitch. But after looking her up and down a few times, he sulked off into the living room. He vowed that he’d soon catch her in the act and solve the mystery of the missing vibrator.

There was tension in the house every day. He would announce he was going to a movie or running some errands, then come sneaking back an hour later. She’d be in the kitchen, or watching TV, and he’d give her the skunk-eye and storm off. He searched the bedroom several times, still not finding the vibrator anywhere. She wasn’t asking him for sex. He figured it was because of the vibrator, not her fear of making him angrier or more frustrated by putting pressure on him to perform during this weird time in their marriage.

When he got a call from his boss ordering him to pull an extra shift, he raged about it. But when he was able to get a sub for the last few hours, he raced home, snuck along the driveway, and spied on his wife through the open bedroom window.

Mrs. Bennett, her eyes closed, her legs open, was naked on her back, moaning softly, touching herself with the vibrator. She began to slide it in and out as she cupped a breast with her free hand, then switched to run her trembling fingers along her inner thigh. She groaned as she shifted her weight and flipped onto her stomach, making herself as vulnerable as possible, reaching around and keeping the vibrating dong up against her clit. Then she squatted and lewdly shuttled the prong in and out of her pussy. Shivering with her approaching orgasm, she began to cry out.

Billy’s cock began to push against his jeans, growing harder and thicker. His wife looked so incredibly hot, so amazingly aroused. The expression on her face, the way she moved her body, the way she slid the vibrator between her legs and then pressed it hard against her pussy lips … He began to jerk off faster and faster. But that’s not what he really wanted to do. Grunting with the effort, he managed to push his hard cock back inside his pants, then clambered onto the windowsill and dropped into the bedroom.

She turned in surprise. Champion, lying near the foot of the bed, let out a low, threatening growl, but upon seeing it was just Billy, he shuffled off to lay down in the corner. Mrs. Bennett was too far gone to stop what she was doing. She shut her eyes and pressed the vibrator against her clit as she crouched on the bed.

Billy kicked off his shoes, stripped off his pants, then pointed his tool toward Mrs. Bennett. He got on the bed with her, bent her over doggie-style, and slid his cock into her pussy. At the same time, he felt the strange sensations from the vibrator below. She worked her clit with it while he banged her box. He kind of liked the way he could feel the vibrator’s buzzing, and the way her pussy seemed to be sucking on his cock at the same time, and how that little gadget was right on her button, which let him concentrate on his thrusts. “Oh, this feels real good,” he sighed.

She came twice as the vibrator buzzed against her clit, and her pussy tightly gripped his cock. Billy kept his bone in there, and when she stopped gasping, he began to ride her some more, leaning over her and holding her tits as they fucked. Soon he realized that his dick was harder and he was lasting longer than usual. Then he finally started to come, pumping load after load inside his wife. She jammed the vibrator against her clit and had herself another shattering orgasm, then both of them collapsed on the bed. Billy rolled off her, breathing hard. “Well,” he said at last, “that thing’s kind of handy, I guess.”

She said, “I love you, Billy. Having you with me is the best part.” A little while later, he said, “Okay, there’s just one thing that’s driving me crazy. Those times you were using that thing behind the locked door and I came in and couldn’t find it? What the hell did you do with it?” She lowered her eyes. “It went to the dog.” She showed him. She whispered, “Here, Champion! Take it!” The lazy dog suddenly jumped up and caught the vibrator in his teeth. “Go!” The animal gracefully jumped out the window and ran down the driveway to the backyard.  “He just buried it like a bone. I dug it up after a while and stowed it down in the basement. I brought it up when I wanted to use it.”

Billy shook his head. “And they call ’em man’s best friend. This dog is a woman’s best friend. And I guess that vibrator’s a woman’s best friend, too. “You’re my best friend, Billy,” she said. She ran her hand along his body and found his cock big and hard yet again. “Let’s have another round,” she said. “We’ll let Champion bury that thing and we’ll dig it up tomorrow. Right now, you’re all the buzz I need, ya son of a bee…”

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