Oh, god, I did. The delicious buzz against my young, tender clit drove me wild and I rubbed and rubbed the tip against that sweet nub. It was still slick from Shawn’s pussy and growing wetter as I worked it through my wet slit.

“Oh god, Shawnie, oh my god it’s so good. I can’t stand it. I can’t…”

“Come on,” she whispered, and I saw her through half-closed eyed, rubbing herself again as she watched me, her t-shirt up over her breasts now, her nipples poking straight out. “That’s it, come on, come on.” I couldn’t hold out anymore, although I wanted it to last forever. My hips pressed up as I came, my legs spreading wide, wider.

My climax shook me, the bed, Shawn, too, her fingers buried in the thick dark hair between her legs, working hard and fast as she rubbed herself as she watched me, both of us panting and crying out as we came.

Embarrassed now, I rolled to my belly and turned off the vibrator, pushing it away from me on the bed, as if it were possessed — or had it possessed me? Shawn collapsed next to me, breathing hard, her eyes closed, a small, satisfied smile on her face. We lay like that for a long time before we got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to get something to eat. We didn’t talk about it then. We didn’t even talk about it later, really. But we didn’t stop. It might have been the first time we used her mother’s vibrator together… but it was far from the last.

Confessions: Separated

I was separated from my first husband for about nine months in our fifth year of marriage. It's a long story, but suffice to say we were living in his parents' basement at the time, he was failing college classes left and right, and we had two small children to take care of. I graduated college that year and moved out. Took the kids with me and got a job. I was done waiting for him to grow up. I thought our marriage was over. We ended up back together for another three years… but I didn't know it was going to turn out that way at the time.