A tale of love between woman and machine.
I have to admit something. I cheated on my husband. There is nothing I can say that will make what happened not have happened, but at least if I just tell someone it may ease the guilt. I hope you won’t judge me too harshly. It was, after all, a first offence, and it’s not as though Noel will ever find out… unless you tell him.
I was stuck at home one day last week not knowing what to do with myself, on the verge of boredom, feeling I must make something happen. I had stuck a load in the washing machine and was nonchalantly watching the bubbles form and then get washed away, reappear and so on when I thought I might just sidle up to the machine and lean against it. The fill cycle started and the machine began to vibrate, not violently like some do but gently swaying on its bearings.
I thought that there’d be no harm in resting myself against it and pressed myself gently against the corner of the vibrating machine. It did feel, er… different, I have to admit. Don’t get me wrong, I like the feel of a hard penis penetrating my vagina and I really appreciate a hot willing tongue being run around its edge and over my clitoris. But this felt, well… different. The vibrations ran right through me and I edged further onto the corner of the machine to get more of that feeling running over me. God! That felt good.
The machine advanced its cycle and jerked to a halt before switching direction. It was getting decidedly warm in the laundry room and no one was about, so I decided to strip down and really get down to this.
What is it about being naked in a place that you wouldn’t normally be naked in? I know this was my own home, but what would I have said to Noel if he’d come through that door? Or what about another caller? They’d see me, and wonder.
God! They would see me!
I was getting really horny now. The thought that I might get caught just made it more exciting. There I’d be, with my legs wide open, my juicy snatch ready for a large firm cock and in would walk a stranger. He would stare at my breasts, my firm nipples and then hover down to my fanny, all wide open and ready for his stiff cock.
My clit was stiffening at this thought and I rubbed myself harder against my new lover. I pinched my nipples pretending it was this stranger biting them. He’d be sucking and biting to stir me to perfection before running his tongue around my love lips. Around and around he would add a trail of his saliva to my love juices and then use both hands to open me up like a ripe orange before his tongue disappeared into my soft pink opening.
The machine went on to fast spin and really began to fuck me. I held on to the edge of the work surface as best I could, my nails digging into the soft chipboard as my passion rose to a climax. I pushed harder against the machine so as to get the full effect of its movements on my fanny.
I needed to change position, that would do it! I gently manoeuvred one foot on top of the work surface with the other still firmly planted on a pile of dirty washing. This was perfect. My lips parted even wider to reveal my clitoris and inner labia. At this position I could move my hips on and off the machine as if I was fucking it.
So there I was mounting a washing machine, naked and just about to climax. And boy, did I climax!
The machine went into very fast spin, almost mega overdrive, while my vagina sprawled over the corner of it and I played with my stiff little clit. With my hips working overtime I must have looked like one of those dogs on heat shagging the nearest leg.
I moved my finger over my clit stirring it around and around the base and moved it downwards across my c**t – ooh I used the ‘c’ word, another turn on – and up to my bottom.
I had never been anally penetrated but at this point I became fascinated with how it would feel, so that is just what I did. My finger was juicy from my free flowing love juices and entered painlessly into my rear hole.
Now, that was good!
I was getting near to that climax my new lover had promised back in rinse mode and I was relishing every minute. I could hold back no longer and with a lightning jolt which ran though my entire body I came, and came, and came. I pushed hard against the machine, I caressed its plastic curves, my finger fucked me from behind and I came like I’d never come before.
Sometime afterwards and having got dressed, I sat musing and drinking a cup of tea. What had my life come to that I could get more turned on by washing Noel’s pants than by what was in them?
So will you tell? Will you keep my secret? I repeat, please don’t judge me too harshly. I’m only human. I’m thinking about buying a new washing machine; there’s one here that has a triple spin speed and an extra long wash cycle. Now, that does sound appealing.
