My eyes sprang open, I groaned and looked at the clock. It was three in the morning and there was Larry standing next to our bed. I was annoyed, we had not been having a very good relationship lately, and like all wives I suspected another woman. Larry liked money and believed he had married it when he married me. He was wrong, he should have married my father. My father hated his guts and cut me off. My marriage went downhill after that day. Like I said, Larry liked money.
Now he looked so anxious that it was almost comical, the way he pinched his legs together like he needed to take a piss. Larry wanted me to see his latest invention and would not take no for an answer. Larry had his moments, I had to admit. As it turned out this was a turning point, this day was the beginning and the end, as you will see in a minute.
Larry was basically a lazy asshole, but he was also a mechanical genius in his own way. He could find more ways to fix things, or more ways to use things, than anybody I ever knew. Larry could take an ordinary electrical sander and use it to mix paint, scramble an egg while it was still in the shell, separate oil from water, and give me a good orgasm. Unfortunately, Larry could not use an electric sander to sand. This led to a lot of disappointment and unemployment. It also led to me trying to figure out how to feed us, with no money. Who am I? I'm Colleen, his wife.
The grocery problem is why there is a story to tell. Larry came up with a new invention, and as usual he wanted to test it on me first. He dreamed of selling his invention for millions. He dreamed that way a lot, but he is about 999,999,99 dollars short.
Don't mind me, I'm pissed because half the things that make life worth living, are gone, or so it seems. I haven't seen my vibrator or hair dryer in over a week. Ok, on with the story.
"Colleen, you've got to try this," Larry insisted, full of enthusiasm and disregarding the fact that the clock said 3:00 o'clock in the morning.
"Whatever it is, it can wait," I complained and rolled back over. I rolled over so he was facing my back. I knew he wouldn't go away, he never did. I was hoping my firm, softly scented ass would distract him. He always liked the little blue teddy I was wearing. I would have woken up for sex, hell what women wouldn't? It worked somewhat, he sat on the bed beside me and ran his hand over my bare leg, then massaged my firm ass for a moment.
"Colleen, please," he pleaded. I had almost fallen asleep again, his pleading voice annoyed the shit out of me.
"What, Larry, what is so fucking important that I have to get up at 3 in the morning to see it?" I yelled, mad enough to start hitting him with any heavy, handy object I could lay my hands on. "I... I can't tell you, you have to experience it for yourself. I promise it's the most fantastic thing you have ever seen.
"Shit, it better be or you'll be talking to my lawyer. I've had enough of this early morning shit to last a lifetime." "I do my best work at night," he whined. "And we starve because of it," I growled as I threw on my bath robe. "Come on," he pulled my hand and I was jerked along behind him. In a moment I was startled by the cold of outside, sneaking up under my knee length bathrobe. "What the hell, Larry?" "It's in the garage."
"You could have warned me. I could have dressed warmer." "It doesn't matter, everything has to come off anyway," he said, still tugging on my hand. Before I could object I found myself in the garage. The car had long since refused to fit in the crowded garage, but there had been an open area in the middle of all the junk, where more junk could be put. Now even that was full. The garage was packed with stuff from wall to wall. The center of the floor was now filled with a metal corrugated coffin, of some sort.
"Oh, you've invented a coffin," I said sarcastically. "Huh? No, it's something better, you'll see," Larry said as he tried to strip me. He flipped a switch on the side of the coffin. I heard a familiar sound and shook off his hands as he tried to strip me. I followed the source of the sound until I found my hair dryer mounted on the bottom of the coffin. There were also several motors, tubes, wires, and a sander under there. "Larry, you fucking asshole. You know I've been looking for that hair dryer for over a week. Why didn't you tell me you had it?"
"I wanted to surprise you," he said lamely as he undid the tie on my teddy and pulled it open. My firm ample breasts felt the cooler air and the nipples hardened immediately. Larry either didn't see, or didn't care. In a moment I stood totally naked and completely furious. I was making divorce plans in my head as I stood there naked and shivering in our garage.
Larry yanked open the coffin... ok it was probably a missile storage box, he picked up stuff like that at the government auctions, but it looked like a coffin. Anyway, Larry yanked open the lid of the coffin and I found the top and bottom lined with the heavy rubber used to line ponds. The outline inside was the shape of a human body, it was a woman's body, but I had not been the model. I reminded myself to ask him who the model had been, once I got over the shock of the moment.
I moved closer to the coffin, curious despite myself. I almost jerked away and ran, but I was intrigued by what I saw inside. It looked like I had found my butt plug vibrator. The top of the lid had a hole where my pussy would be. I found the tip of my vibrator inside the dark hole.
Larry pulled out the huge bottle of cooking oil I had been searching for and with a large paintbrush he began painting the interior of the coffin. Every womanly curve of the interior was soon oily, especially the butt plug and dildo. Larry went around to the lid, unsnapped an area near the head, and pulled the rubber head off the woman's image. IF I got inside, my face would be out in the open now. Without asking, Larry tried to push me into the coffin. I reluctantly neared it and climbed the stool.
"When you get inside, slide your ass over the butt plug," he said enthusiastically. I noticed that he had a raging hard-on. If I had a prick I would have had a raging hard-on too.
With a great deal of work I got inside of the slippery rubber image without killing myself. I slowly eased my ass down over the butt plug and sighed in satisfaction when it slid up inside me. The hair dryer had warmed the rubber and the butt plug. I suddenly realized what the hair dryer was for, but I still didn't forgive him for taking it.
"Now I'll close the lid," Larry said as he lowered the lid over my body. The upper impression had slightly larger breasts than I did. I started reviewing possible candidates in my head. My eyes bugged out when I felt something trying to push it's way inside my pussy.
"Relax," Larry said belatedly. "It will slide up inside you. Tell me when it's in far enough and I'll stop," he said. I looked down and saw his hands on a small lever near my right arm. If he had cut a slot in the side I could have operated it myself. It was the lever off the lazy boy chair, something else that had been missing for a while.
"I had to admit, Larry had a fantastic invention. The oily rubber lining felt wonderful on my body. The butt plug and dildo would feel wonderful too, then he turned them on. "Ready?" he asked with a smile. "Sure, let her rip," I said in a bored voice the belayed my excitement.
"Ok, I'll start it on the lowest setting," he said enthusiastically. I waited a minute and all hell broke lose. The butt plug and dildo came to life, as I had expected, but much more was happening too. I was feeling vibrations in all the sensitive areas of my body, especially on my neck, near my ribs, on my ass, and in the pelvic region. But that was just four of many. My nipples were being stimulated by both vibration and something that seemed to be going back and forth, strumming my nipples like a finger waving back and forth. It was incredible! "Faster?" Larry asked mischievously, "Oh yeah," I said in a dreamy voice.
He looked a little surprised, but he kicked it up a notch. I melted inside his invention as I felt even more areas being stimulated by vibrations. The dildo vibrated inside my wet pussy, trying to match it's rhythm with that being produced by the butt plug and other vibrations around my body. They made a humming tune as they aroused a hundred sleeping areas of my body, places that had never been stimulated before. As far as I knew Larry only knew of two sensitive areas on a woman's body, other than the tits and pussy, those were the neck and the crease in my thigh. But the less obvious areas were being stimulate too, like the lower sides of my body, the inner thighs, and the area under my tits that loved to be licked and kissed. It seemed like every erotic point on my body was being stimulated, and Larry was too stupid to know where they were. He'd had lots of help setting up that machine, and not just on the impression inside the machine.
It could have been seconds, or hours, but I began feeling an incredible warmth in my ass and pussy. As the warmth built my eyes opened in horror, wondering if Larry was smart enough to turn off the machine when my body grew sensitive. Too late, my orgasm struck. I opened my mouth wide in a silent scream and tried to hump my pussy against the vibrator. But the butt plug and confinement inside the coffin stopped me. I wanted to mash my tits in my hands, but I couldn't reach them. Over and over I let out screaming gasps, afraid the neighbors would hear if I didn't control myself.
"Turn... turn it off!" I gasped. Larry reached down and turned a dial, slowly lowering it to zero. I lay gasping for breath, not believing what I had just felt. When he pushed the lever and the dildo slid out of me, I pushed up the lid and sat up, with Larry's hand behind my back for support. With an effort, I climbed out and almost fell on my face when the oil on my feet slid on the cement floor. Larry grabbed me and held me up. I looked at the satisfied smile on his face and for some reason I hated him. Maybe it was the fact that he could manipulate me like that, or maybe it was knowing that he had been out in the garage with some naked woman, working on this project while I bagged groceries so we could survive.
"You need to make the controls so I can reach them from inside," I said breathlessly. "I'm already working on that, it's a simple change," he said with an assurance that he had not shown for years. "So how did you like it?" he asked needlessly. "Oh, it's ok," I said blandly. With a disappointed look, Larry locked in the rest of the lid and started the automatic wash cycle in the coffin. I smiled when my back was turned and began making plans for my next sexual adventure in the machine. I also walked out of the garage making future plans in my head.
You may wonder why this fantastic machine is not on the market, after all it's been over a year since Larry invented it. There's not much doubt that every woman would like one. Well, that's my fault. You see it will never come out on the market, I was given the device in my divorce decree.
Instead of going to work the next morning I went down to the local coffee shop and had coffee, then I circled around and parked a block from home. When I arrived at the garage what to my wondering eyes should appear? Peggy, the next door neighbor bitch dressed in a bathrobe. Larry greeted her eagerly with a kiss and hurried her inside. My last thought, before I turned around and called my lawyer, was that Peggy's tits didn't look much bigger than mine, but her ass certainly did.