As my wife rattles off the list of errands she has to run - she implies something clearly. She's giving me a three hour window.
About a year ago, I came clean about my collection of anal toys that I keep in a pillow case at the bottom of my laundry basket. A large collection of Mr. Hankey dildos, some modeled after the cocks of actual porn stars - and some from their "fantasy" line of dragons, sea monsters, and demons. Despite her initial discomfort, she allowed me to work some of these dildos and plugs into our very irregular sexual routine. This allowed her to accommodate me without being penetrated herself, since menopause had turned sex into a painful activity.
But I still had one big secret left, that I felt was a bridge too far to share. During a prolonged dry spell the previous summer, I had squirreled away enough secret cash in my PayPal account to purchase a Hismith fucking machine. I rarely got to use it, since I was never in the house alone, but on those rare occasions when it did come out, I learned how to relax into the machine's relentless fucking. Accompanied by a little weed and poppers, I could ride that thing for hours, face up or down, enjoying countless anal and prostate orgasms before finally spurting cum all over my body.
One night, emboldened by a couple of cocktails, as we were lying in bed, I finally confessed - and her reaction was not a positive one. I spent the next day in a state of dread and horror - wondering if this lapse in judgement was going to cost me my marriage.
But later that night, as we crawled into bed, she asked to see it. To watch me get fucked by it. I spent five minutes wondering if it was a trap before fetching the case from the garage and assembling the machine. She looked on as I attached a slim six inch dildo to it and got in position, sliding my lubed ass down on it to let the silicone balls rest against my taint.
The Hismith runs off a phone app where you can access preset routines programmed by other users, but it also comes with a handheld control to dial the intensity up or down. I handed this to her - and she dialed it up to the lowest setting - one out of a hundred.
The rubber cock slowly moved in and out of me, my prostate immediately responding to the repeated pressure.
"How's that?" She asked timidly.
"You can go faster." And she turned the dial up to four. Still the speed was more of a tease than anything else. She stared into my vacant face as the sensation of being fucked began to build. She scooted down the bed, putting herself into a position to watch the cock piston in and out of my asshole. For a second it looked like she was going to get up and leave - but then she surprised me by taking my cock into her hot, wet mouth.
It was an overwhelming sensation, probably the closest I'll ever be to experiencing a threesome. She gripped my dick in her tight fist. Pulling the skin taut as she tongued my piss slit. It was almost too much. As my cock convulsed, a trickle of pre-cum oozed down my shaft. She made her tongue flat, starting at the base and dragged it up to my frenulum. As I moaned, she moved back up the bed, settling in to blow hot breath in my ear as she pulled and pinched my sensitive nipples. I felt my prostate swell as she dialed the machine up to ten.
"Is that too much?"
"No, I can take a lot more." She didn't get the hint, only bumping it another couple points, but it was still enough. I frantically jacked off, forcing a massive spray of cum out of my dick, shooting up my chest and neck.
I quickly reached down and shut the machine off. Leaving us in silence. Usually when she helps me cum, she finishes herself, frigging her clit while pulling one of her heavy breasts close enough to her mouth to tease her own nipple with her tongue. This time she just sat in silence, taking it in. Immediately, I doubted whether I had made the right choice in sharing my perversion with her.
I slid off the cock and quickly cleaned up and put the machine away. Sliding back under the covers to face the consequences of my decision. Finally she spoke:
"I feel bad that I can't give you what you need."
"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't about you. Prostate stimulation just feels really amazing. If you tell me you're repulsed by this, we never need to bring it up or use it ever again. You're all that's important to me. And if I just grossed you out, you need to tell me."
"I don't know. Let me think about it."
Since that night, we have never used the machine together again, but she knows that I still use it when she's out of town, or if she leaves me a window in the house alone. We refer to it as "The Appliance."
Today was one of those days. Before leaving she rattled off her itinerary, being very specific about the window of time I had.
Within fifteen minutes of her leaving the house, I had my ass cleaned out, my cock caged, and the machine assembled and ready on the bedroom floor. I had recently ordered a new attachment off of Amazon, an eight-inch rigid steel rod with beads of varied sizes up and down the shaft. I used a small paintbrush to slather its length with X-Lube and slowly slid myself down its length. Giving it a minute before switching the machine on.
I had forgotten that the last time I used "The Appliance," I had left the stroke length on its deepest setting, so the first long, deep dicking took my breath away. I let it hammer away at me for a good minute before I had to pause. It was too much - but that didn't stop me from opening up the phone app and making a selection from "MODE SETTINGS" called "4 Load Gangbang".
Immediately, the rod pistoned in and out of my ass, simulating the first of four cocks. I took a sniff of my Double Scorpion poppers and did my best to relax into the sensation as it picked up speed. My dick twitched in its cobra cage - trying in vain to fill with blood, but only managing to leak pre-cum onto my heavy balls.
The sequence sped up, simulating the sense that my first anonymous cock was racing towards an orgasm. Small squeals escaped from my mouth, gritting my teeth as I started hissing "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me harder!"
The sequence slowed, simulating the last thrusts after orgasm, before pausing and being "replaced" by a second dick. The sequence repeated itself, building to a crescendo - as I felt a dry anal orgasm building. My whole body started to shake, my hole clenching around the metal rod, escalating the sensation of each rounded orb shafting my prostate. As the second cycle ended, I had to pause the routine. I realized I was filling the empty house with actual screams of bliss.
I cycled through several other routines, before deciding to switch out the attachment for the six inch cock. I am always surprised that a toy so comparatively small can work me over so well, but the results are hard to argue with. I adjusted the stroke length by about a quarter and eased down onto it. Flexing my asshole to clench down on the toy.
For the next hour, I let the machine fuck my hole. Tensing and relaxing as squirts of pre-cum, diluted by what could only be piss, trickled down onto the towel beneath me. Finally I forced my hole to relax completely as I gripped my legs under my knees lifting them to open myself completely. My body immediately shaking with a prostate orgasm that almost made me cum hands free.
