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Tinker Toys

This is not a fuck story. Just an accounting of what can go on in the everyday life of an adult male.

I imagine that all of us Dads have some unique stories to tell. They may be about classic cars we once owned to how I met your mother. Everyone has it's own little twist.

Well, after being married for a number of years some stories can become quite interesting. I could tell about some of the swinging times my wife and I had, what happened at the X-rated theatre we went to, the events that took place at the nudist park, etc.

This is a story about my private cache of movies, DVD's, old 8mm x-rated films, pictures, mags, etc. Ithinkmost of us have a secret hiding place for this stuff. We think it's safe and secure where we've put the old box that they're in. Think again friend. Wives, sons, daughters, and even grandchildren have a way of snooping and finding this stuff.

I have my room where my PC is set up, a nice Lowrey organ that I play once in a while, a nice desk, and a nice cupboard that I keep all kinds of stuff in, some that I'll probably never use. Or if I need something, can't remember where I put it.

One day I got my box down from behind some other crap on the top shelf of my room's closet. In going thru it it seemed to me that it was sort of messed up. Not at all like I would have left it. Oh, oh, I think someone has been in here. So I put it back a certain way and put a couple of small pieces of paper on top with fictitous phone no.'s on them..

Later, maybe a month or so, I stand on a chair to reach the top shelf, get my old box with the hustler and penthouse mags in it, and sure as hell someone has been in here. My son is 18, my daughter 17, my wife, oh forget it. I think it's time rig things so I know who it is. I have a shelf in here with my collection of die-cast old Ford and Chevy cars, trucks, busses, etc. I go down to Best Buy and get a mini cam and system to record this on the TV and VCR system I have on my desk. I check it on a daily basis and so far nothing has happened. I see my wife dusting, vacuuming, and even picking and pecking a tune on the organ. Nobody yet on the top shelf.

One day I get thru the mail a little sex toy I sent for. It's called a silver bullet. A small vibrator in a shiny oblong metal case rounded and smooth on both ends, about 1" in diameter and about 2" long, attached to a battery case with about 3' of cord The battery case holds two small batteries, has an on and off switch and a little know to turn. I load it up and turn it on. The small knob increases and decreases the intensity of the vibes. Wow, one of these days I'm going get this out and use it on Momma..I get on a chair, reach my box on the top shelf and put it with the rest of my.....".SECRET".......stuff.

One day I checked by electronics and lo and behold, it's my son. I figured a long time ago it was him pulling his pud looking at the hustlers , playboys, and penthouse mags. This time something else caught his curiosity. The small box with the silver bullet. He gets down, sits at the desk, gets it out. The directions are in the small box, he reads this, and figures out what this is. He turns it on and gets a bit shit=eating grin on his face. He holds it in his hand, touches it to his cheek, tongue, and his crotch. It's really not a man's toy. He's smiling and I can imagine what's going thru his head. Puts it all back carefully up on the top shelf. Well, at least I know who one of the culprits is.

A couple of weeks go by. My wife is again in the room cleaning. When she's just around the house she wears very little but a loose fitting house dress, no bra, and slipper-like footwear. I'm waiting for her to plunk out a tune on the organ. No, she gets a chair to stand on and gets down my cache.. She sits at my desk and looks inside. I could tell by the look on her face she's thinking, HEY, WHAT'S THIS. She opens the small box, gets it out, and just smiles from ear to ear. She don't need directions, she know right off the bat what it is. When my son put it away he left the small knob wide open. She had the silver bullet in one hand when she tookd the batter case in the other and turned it on. I startled her and she dropped it on the carpeting. She picked it up by the wire, looked at the battery case and turned it off. Then she figured out what the little know was for. She turned it back on, adjusted the vibe and touched it to her titties. Wow, her nips stood at attention right now. She apparently liked it, held it there for a while from one titty to the other and started rubbing her crotch. I heard the phone ring, she shut it off and answered the desk phone. She chatted for a minute or so, put everything back in the box and back on the top shelf.

Wheen I came home that day she told me her sister had called and they were going shopping that evening, thus no more silver bullet action. I figured she'd get back to it sometime later. A week or so later, maybe two weeks, I again checked the VCR. Hey, look who's got the nosies. It's my daughter, almost 18 yrs. old and living in the body of a beautiful young woman. Up on the chair to the top shelf and down comes my cache. She get's that look on her face of NOW WHAT CAN THIS BE. At least my son suspected what it was, my wife knew immediately what it was. She is looking bewildered and really has no idea. It's dormant. She has it in her left hand and the case in her right. Instead of turning on the switch first, she rotates the little know all the way. Nothing happens. She sees the on-off swith and turns it on. It's on full blast and scares the shit out of her. She drops it on the desk top and now it is rattling all over the place.

She takes the control box and shuts it off. She has that look of relief and starts to examine everything carefully. I think she is now getting an idea what this little monster is for. She turns the knob off, and then turns the switch back on. Then she slowly turns the knob and sees it come to life. Now she has a small smile on her face. She's no dumb-bell and has this baby all figured out.

There's no one home and not likely to be for a while. She feels pretty safe with what she has in mind. I have an overstuffed chair in there and she sits in it and gets comfortable. She puts this toys to her titties as mom did. I see her turn the know to speed it up. Then on the other titty. She opens her blouse an exposes her bra which has a front clip. She opens it, and this is the first time I have seen her breast since she was about 12yrs. old. She has developed into an outstanding woman.

I shouldn't be, but this is beginning to excite me. Her nipples are standing to a grand attention and she is getting expressions on her face of a woman in ecstacy. She stands up, takes off her panties, sits back in that over-stuffed chair, and spread her legs and puts one on each arm of the chair. She takes her bare hand and rubs her crotch, looks at her wet hand which is visible to me also. She takes the silver bullet and places it against her pussy and immediately starts trembling. I don't know if it's wide open or not but it is lighting her fire. What she's doing with it in her hand I don't know, but I soon realize she has put it inside her. Now she has both hands on her titties and has that indescribable look on her face with her eyes closed. Suddenly she bucking, twisting, her legs have come down and are tight together. Her hands on her breasts are now flat against them and mashing them to her chest. It's obvious she just had a gigantic orgasm. I can hardly believe what I just witnessed. I have a boner to brag about. I feel ashamed of myself.

She pulls that little demon out, resnaps her bran and buttons up. She left the room with it and I assume she took it into the bath to clean it up. She comes back in puts everything away, looks the place over to make sure it is as was, and leaves. That evening I saw her and she hugged me. At the supper table she just had a different look on her face. I knew now that I no longer had a baby girl as a daughter. Even my wife has been a little different lately.

Now, should I get that little devil and put it in the drawer in the nightstand by the bed, or leave it where it is to let my women have a good time from time to time.

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