Husband with Testing Device

Oh, shit, that felt goooooood! I whimpered, trying to keep quiet as I tried to match the positions of the woman that Tiffany was having sex with, imagining that I was that woman. It was a little awkward imitating her riding Tiffany but I figured it out. Damn! I came just from that and my legs were shaking so much I couldn't maintain the position any more. But I was still ready for more.

Fortunately, they moved so that I was on my back and it would be Tiffany pounding me just like Jess had earlier. I must have bumped the controller for the vibrator by accident because it felt even better all of a sudden and I groaned again, a little louder this time. I was well on my way to the seventh orgasm of the day when they switched to Tiffany being on the bottom again and I knew that if I tried that I'd just fall over so I stayed on my back and grunted through it.

I was sweating and trembling but I still wanted more. On the screen Tiffany pushed back into the girl who was once again on her back and so I just kept going, raising my legs up to bent at a right angle and spread wide, working the dildo into my twat at the same pace that I saw on the screen. I saw that there were only a few minutes left, so I left the vibrating latex inside me and cranked the vibe motor all the way up. I gasped as it rubbed over what I think was my g-spot, rematching the thrusts I saw. The transwoman threw her head back just as if she was about to get off herself just as I was entering my own home stretch and I went faster, feeling like I was going to come extra hard this time.

And did I ever! It took a lot to not scream and drop the phone as I watched her face screw up in ecstasy, pumping her sperm into the woman. My legs were shaking violently and clamped together while my hips jerked involuntarily, my tunnel clenching down on the vibrating intruder as hard as I had felt so far (a whopping seven other orgasms), only lengthening and enhancing my pleasure. I gasped as I realized that I hadn't been breathing for at least twenty seconds, trying like hell to keep quiet and mostly managing to pull it off.

My ecstasy began to subside just as the video ended. I fumbled around and barely managed to turn the vibrator off, my chest heaving as if I had just run a foot race. Holy shit! That was at least as hard as I had come when Jess was fucking me. My puss was still spasming around the dildo that I hadn't been able to remove yet at the same time that my abdomen was still twitching, just like my hips were.

I laid there for several minutes just coming down and catching my breath. The light sheen of sweat helped to cool me off in the process, and the aftershocks slowly subsided. My legs were still trembling as I sat up and attempted to put my clothes back on. Wow. I was so come-drunk that I was grinning like an idiot and I fell back onto the couch the first two times that I tried to stand, finally getting them back on on the third try.

It was about the normal time for me to go to bed so I put away my toy after cleaning it off and making sure that I had everything ready for work in the morning and it hit me. I'd better hope for both of our sakes that Jess's ignorance of the swap held true for everyone else. Otherwise I'd have some uncomfortable questions about why I was only using the stalls at work and not the urinals in the bathroom. I was nervous as I laid down to go to sleep but the eight orgasms (eight!) I'd had that day had me a little sore, highly satisfied, and thoroughly exhausted. My last thought as I drifted off was that maybe I could try a swap or two with one of the women at work.