My hip pressed against the woman's thigh as four of us squeezed onto the too-short couch. My husband perched on the armrest on my other side, his knee hooked over mine, his hand on my shoulder. Her husband nudged her closer to me so he could shove in beside her, his hand between her legs, pushing the skirt of her little black dress an inch higher.
In the middle of the room, a friendly, easygoing man was setting up his equipment. An array of silicone dildos stood like sprouting flowers on the coffee table, which had been pushed to the side to make room for the star of this little exhibition, the Sybian, the fabled sex machine.
It seemed simple enough. A bit like a saddle mount, padded, with a cord coming out of it leading to the little control pad in the man's hand.
"Who's first?" he asked.
I exchanged glances with the woman beside me. "I'm not ready yet," she said. "In a bit."
"Is this your first time?" my husband asked.
She laughed. "No."
Her husband guffawed.
"I've been on it a few times. But I don't want to go first. Maybe later tonight. After some more vodka," she added.
"You should see her on it. A goddess!" her husband commented. "You should try it," he continued, to me this time. "Ever seen one?"
I shook my head. "Not in person. What is it, like a vibrator?"
The man in the middle of the room chuckled. "It's so much more than a vibrator," he said. "You want to try it?"
My eyes darted around the room. My red Solo cup of wine was only half-empty. "No. No, I don't think so." It was oddly pressuring, the idea of having all these people watch me come. What if I didn't? What if I didn't like it? What if I didn't want to get naked in front of these strangers?
But that's why we were here. "Maybe... I don't want to go first," I said.
The female half of the third couple in the room stood up. "I'll do it," she said. She shed her panties and hiked her blue skirt up over her hips. She was shaped like me, a little jiggly in the thighs and butt, somewhat pear-shaped. Very attractive, especially her hair. Auburn curls cascaded around her shoulders, and her dress only just contained her shapely breasts.
The man demoing the Sybian shook her hand. "I'm Matt," he said. "Which one?" He indicated the selection of attachments.
"I don't know. What do you recommend?"
He indicated two simple ones, straight, slightly textured, narrower than the average penis. "These are usually pretty successful," he said. "Unless you want to go wider. Or these stimulate the G-spot more directly." He indicated two others.
She chose one of the simple ones, and he attached it to the unassuming little machine on the floor. He rolled a condom onto it and added lubricant. "Go ahead," he said.
I wanted to giggle, but I held my breath as she straddled it, lowering herself and wiggling a bit to let the dildo slip into her, then settled, resting on her knees. Her boyfriend knelt in front of her and kissed her. Matt moved a lever on the control pad. The woman's eyes widened, then closed, an expression of pure bliss flitting across her face.
The whole floor started vibrating as he increased the power.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Her boyfriend lowered the straps of her dress and her breasts sprang free. He caressed them, then moved in to suck on her nipple.
The floor vibrated more.
I crossed my legs.
Matt watched her intently, and as her hips started to move, he upped the power again. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's shoulders.
Her smiled widened, her head tilted back, and she laughed. "Oh my God!" she cackled.
My husband put his mouth near my ear. "You should definitely try it," he said. I kind of really wanted to. But I wasn't sure about having an audience.
Laughs had turned to gasps and moans now. The vibrations increased. Matt's half-smile spoke volumes. He knew she was close.
Her moans were shouts now. "Oh! Oh! Oh my God yes!" Her fingers dug into her boyfriend's shoulders, her toes curled. Well, that hadn't taken long. A few minutes, five maybe. Less than 10. I was mesmerized.
"Okay," she panted. "Okay." The vibrations slowed and stopped.
"Just sit there a minute. Don't try to get up," Matt said.
She didn't take his advice and tried to get to her feet. She immediately flopped back down to the floor on her knees, laughing. "You weren't kidding."
"You should definitely try it," my husband said again.
I'd finished my wine. I watched the woman on the floor, saw the dampness on the disposable pad Matt had wisely placed under the Sybian. "Okay," I said.
The woman next to me patted my thigh. "You'll love it. I'm Megan, by the way," she said. "And this is my husband Rob."
"I'm Sam," I said. "And this is Gabe."
The woman on the floor was finally able to get up, and she hobbled over to the couch to put her panties back on. She fixed her dress. "Wow," she said.
"She'll go next," Gabe said, volunteering me.
"Sure. Just let me get this cleaned up. Five minutes," Matt said.
I was suddenly very self-conscious. Everyone in the room was watching me. But the mood wasn't judgmental, or competitive, or even expectant. They were excited for me. They wanted to share an awesome experience. And, probably, they wanted to see my boobs.
I do have pretty magnificent boobs.
Rob was studying me, eyes on my chest.
"She has the most amazing nipples," my husband said.
"What are you?" Rob asked. "38? 36D? Double D?"
I giggled nervously. "36 double D, yeah."
Matt returned from washing the equipment the previous woman had used. "Ready?" he said to me.
"Nope." But I stood up and pulled my thong off from under my dress. "I guess I'll use the regular one?"
"Okay. Hop on." He attached the dildo and added a condom and lubricant. He was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that he put me very much at ease.
