Here’s a not so well-kept secret about suburban housewives, at least the pampered ones: We’ve got a lot of extra time to kill. Our little crew from the cul-de-sac had tried everything from kitchenware parties to book clubs to makeup pyramid schemes before we finally found the one product we could all get onboard with — top-of-the-line sex toys.

Our obsession started out innocently enough. One member of our group held a party at her home while our husbands were at work. The wine and bubbly were flowing, and before long we’d graduated from visually inspecting the toys to physically testing them right in the middle of Shannon’s living room.

At first, everyone stuck to using the toys on themselves. Then Rosie lost her grip on a vibrator and the next thing I knew, three other women were clustered around her, working together to get Rosie off.

After that wild afternoon, sex-toy parties became our thing. We each took turns hosting weekly demonstrations in our homes, wiling away hours in the pursuit of pleasure.

One day stands out in my mind. We were meeting in Susan’s living room this time. She held up a toy that I can best describe as one part strap-on and one part double-ended dildo. It was L-shaped, featuring one thick, stubby side that would sit inside the woman “wearing” the toy, and a longer, slightly thinner end meant to penetrate her partner.

Susan ran her hands over both ends of the toy as she looked at the rest of the women in the room, choosing her prey. Her eyes fell right on me.

“Erica, you look like you could use a good pounding.”

Because we were in Susan’s home, she hadn’t bothered getting fully dressed, since we all usually wound up naked anyway. Instead, she wore a short, thin silk robe that barely covered her recently acquired double-D breasts — a gift to herself on her last birthday.

“Get on the coffee table so I can stand behind you.”

Always eager to try out a new toy, I pulled my skimpy sundress over my head and climbed onto the sturdy table. Knowing that doggy was Susan’s favorite position when playing with a strap-on, I got on all fours and gave my ass a little wiggle.

“Very nice,” she murmured in appreciation.

Susan moved around to stand at my front, arranging her body so I enjoyed a bird’s-eye view of her cooch. She skimmed her hand over her belly and down her pelvis, slowly making her way to her pussy. Once her fingers settled on either side of her slit, she spread her lips wide so I could see her shiny pink center.

She dragged the short end of the dildo through her glossy folds, getting the silicone nice and wet. Once the sex toy was glistening, Susan eased it into her vagina and closed her thighs good and tight.

Now, all I could see was a long, pink dong jutting out from between Susan’s thighs. It bounced a little when she moved, seeming to be top-heavy — thanks to its thick, flared head.

Susan rocked her hips, making the tip of her new silicone cock tap at my lips. “Give it a kiss, Erica.”

I obliged, laying a soft peck on the crown.

“You can do better than that,” Susan insisted. She pushed her hips forward with more force.

Looking up at Susan from beneath lowered lids, I parted my lips and sucked the bright pink cock into my mouth. When I swirled my tongue around its bell-shaped head, the entire length of the toy wiggled between us. Judging by the way Susan groaned in response, it’s safe to say the end of the toy that was seated inside her pussy moved as well.

“Enough,” Susan shouted. She stepped away from the table, pulling the dildo from my mouth. A thin thread of my saliva remained attached to the toy. It stretched between us until she walked away far enough to break the connection.

Susan trailed her fingertips over my back as she moved behind me. Her nails lightly scraped along my skin, eliciting a chill that sent a shiver up my spine.

When Susan reached my backside, her hand settled atop one of my cheeks and gave it a squeeze. Her free hand skimmed over my other ass cheek and down into my crack, then she dipped a couple of fingers between my legs.

“Let’s get you wetter,” she said. “Someone toss me some lube!”

A tiny bottle flew over my head, followed immediately by the hollow sound of plastic connecting with Susan’s supple palm. Rather than squirt the lube right onto the toy, she kicked things off by drizzling some between my ass cheeks. The thick, slippery liquid dribbled down my crack and onto my pussy, cooling my skin along the way.

Susan murmured her appreciation, “Very nice.”

She twirled the tip of her rubber dick around the outside of my vagina, drawing out my natural secretions to mix with the sweet-smelling lube.

“All right, let’s see what this bad boy can do.”

Susan tightened her grip on my hip. The curved edges of her manicured nails bit into my skin, introducing a tiny amount of pain that drove me wild.

Using her hold on my hip to keep me steady, Susan prepared my pussy for entry. She circled the crown of her brand-new cock around my hole, coating it with moisture.

I tugged my lip between my teeth, preparing myself for the moment Susan would charge forward and fuck me senseless.

Still getting used to the feel of a strap-on that nestled inside her pussy instead of belting around her hips, Susan took her time entering me with the toy. But we both moaned when the shaft finally bumped to a stop. The extensive length was more than my body could accommodate. When the toy ran out of room to proceed, it bounced back on Susan, jolting the portion tucked inside her pussy.

Susan whimpered. Although her end of the toy was much shorter than my own, its generous girth seemed to provide all the stimulation she needed to get off. Once she found the right angle and rhythm, Susan became an unstoppable force. She fucked me harder, ramming the toy much deeper than I ever imagined it could go.

One thing’s for sure — Susan was absolutely right when she determined I needed a good pounding. Allowing my next-door neighbor to dominate me turned out to be all I needed to make every ounce of tension leave my body.

I lifted my ass and arched my back, angling my body so the dildo hit all the right spots. Its bumpy, textured exterior massaged my walls with every thrust. Deep ridges that circled its girth rubbed directly against my G-spot, driving me to the brink at breakneck speed.

Susan had found the perfect tempo and position for fucking. Every time that dildo stroked my G-spot, another moan fell from my lips. At this point, it wasn’t just my pussy spasming, but every single muscle in my body. I melted under Susan’s touch. Even her keeping a hold on my hips wasn’t enough to help me remain upright.

That’s when my moans turned into screams. My body was no longer under my command. I was so close to coming that I could taste my release, and yet something held me back, leaving me teetering on the edge.

Rosie stepped in front of me and said, “You’re getting loud, sweetie. Don’t worry. I know how to quiet you down.”

She dropped to her knees and scooted as close to the edge of the table as space would allow. Once Rosie stood close enough to block the other women from view, she rolled her tube top down, slowly exposing her heavy, teardrop-shaped breasts. They were at the perfect level for me to take into my mouth. That’s what she wanted, right? Her pert chocolate-chip nipples pointed right at me, urging me to suck them. I licked my lips, more than ready to taste those delectable tits.

Rosie combed her fingers through my hair and pulled my head down, directing me to her nipple. She sighed when I took the bud between my parted lips and drew it into my mouth.

When another moan threatened to escape, I sucked Rosie’s tit deeper into my mouth, using her softness to muffle the sounds of my excitement. She gasped when my teeth grazed the sensitive skin surrounding her areola.

Cutting through the haze clouding my oversexed mind, I recalled that Rosie’s breasts are extra-sensitive. She loves having her nipples sucked, pinched and nibbled. Seizing that bit of information, it became my mission to make Rosie scream louder than I ever have.

Pleasing Rosie was the perfect way to distract myself from my own impending orgasm. I used my tongue to flick her skin, and that drove Rosie wild. She arched her back, mashing her breast against my mouth.

Then Susan reached around to massage my clit, completely changing the game. Her skillful fingers quickly pushed me back to the precipice of pleasure. Strong contractions replaced the gentle pulse throbbing in my pussy.

My walls clenched hard around the dildo, but that didn’t stop Susan from delivering the pounding she’d promised. It didn’t matter that my pussy had grown impossibly tight. She fucked me harder and faster. Every time Susan drove that dildo into my hole, the end wedged inside her vagina no doubt moved, too. Meeting a bit of resistance meant the short, thick plug would shift with every thrust, stimulating her hot spot.

Now, Susan was the one screaming loud enough to alert the neighbors. Tremors rocked her body, obliterating the rhythm she’d so carefully set. Her movements became jerky and disjointed — a clear sign she’d lost control.

As much as my body loved the feeling of a hard-and-fast fuck, it was only after Susan slowed down that I finally reached my peak. All the tension coiled in my pelvis released, unleashing a wave of pure sensual pleasure.

When I came back down from my orgasmic high and opened my eyes, I found a line of friends eagerly awaiting their turn with our new toy.