It Was For Science! - Sex Stories

It Was For Science!

... hobby. Slow circles worked well, and she lifted a tit out for a loving squeeze. After a few minutes, a quick check with her fingers confirmed she was moist and the cucumber slowly went in.

"Oh yes," she sighed. "I like you. Good thing I didn't plant little gherkins this year."

Hattie slowly pushed and rotated the cucumber with one hand, the other moving between her exposed breast and clitoris. This wasn't completely satisfactory, but still enjoyable. She closed her eyes and lay back, thinking about the change since the change. A clank of metal next door disturbed her daydream, and she opened her eyes.

"Hi Ray, how are you? Did your son kick his ball into the tree again?" she asked as her boob was quickly tucked away, and her legs closed to hide the natural dildo.

"Oh, hi Hattie. You look very relaxed. It's a nice day to be out in the garden." He nodded towards the tree he had set a ladder under. "Yeah, Toby shanked the kick and up it went. I hoped it would drop, but no."

"I'm sure he'll get better. He is only six," Hattie said as she pushed herself up on her elbows. "Oh dear. I forgot about that. That's embarrassing."

Ray's eyebrows went skyward as Hattie sat up. The cucumber slurped out of her grasp onto the ground as she wriggled, and it was very obvious where it had been. "Umm, it is a very nice day to play in the garden, but I'd better go. I'll, umm, leave you to your business."

"No, you don't need to go. It was a spur of the moment thing, and it ...

... doesn't worry me that you're watching. Could I ask for your opinion on something?"

"Yeah, sure," Ray answered, wondering what had happened to the very demure and proper lady that lived next door. That woman would only be seen in a long dress and a cardigan, not braless in a halter top and a short skirt.

"So, to explain about the cucumber. For various reasons, I've decided to take up a new hobby, and that's masturbation and orgasming. I know it may seem an odd choice for me, but I'm finding it very entertaining, and Harold doesn't mind at all. He's been very supportive, in fact. I've looked at a lot of porn to learn things, and this week I found that some women love stuffing their... well, to be rude, cunts with just about anything they can find."

"That's great Hattie, but I don't see where I come into it."

Hattie giggled and blushed. This wasn't something she would have ever considered a month ago. "That's close, but come in me," she stammered.

"Pardon?"

"Could you please have sex with me? See, the cucumber was nice, but it didn't feel as good as Howard's penis or my fingers. And Howard always comes so quickly, I have to give myself my own orgasm. A friend said I had to try and find what I need to cum, and I think I need a cock in me while I do other things."

"Oh. Ah. It's a nice offer, but you know, we're both married and what would Harold think?"

Hattie walked up to the fence and looked up at Ray, who tried not to stare down at her cleavage. "I'm not ...