Waterproof Toys Are Perfect for These Swim Fans

My husband and I are both avid swimmers. In fact, sometimes Neil and I joke that we prefer to be underwater than above it. So when I discovered waterproof sex toys, I was thrilled. This way we could splash around and get off, because whenever we’re able, we love to get it on in the shower, pool, or even the ocean.

I ordered a few items—I had a hunch that with our love of water, we’d have plenty of opportunities to play with them. We’re the kind of couple that likes to laugh during sex, and we always have so much fun together.

I kept my stash a secret until I happened upon the perfect moment; I wanted to make sure that Neil was as into this adventure as I was.

I timed it so that one Friday night we were relaxing in a hot bath after a leisurely dinner. We’d spent enough time in the tub that we were suitably mellowed out. So I presented the first toy to my husband—a slightly silly one to get us started, a vibrating yellow duck designed for adults. At first, Neil burst out laughing when he saw it, but I told him to close his eyes and put his hands on the toy. I turned it on as he lowered it into the water and then I slid the toy along his cock. Well, let me tell you, pretty soon he’d stopped laughing and his mouth was hanging open as I used the vibrating toy to perfection.

“And just wait until you see what else I have here!” I said, grinning as he took the duck out of my hands and began rubbing it against my cunt. The combination of the warm water surrounding me and the firm plastic toy nuzzling my cunt was delightful. He turned on the jets, adding even more heat to our tub, and pressed the toy harder against me. I laughed as I struggled to stay above the waterline as my body lost control. I surrendered to the sensation of the duck, which had looked so innocent but was now sending my body into convulsions.

As the duck wiggled against my clit, I shut my eyes and lifted handfuls of water from the tub over my breasts. My husband took that as a sign to keep going, and as the duck continued to rumble merrily against my clit, he slipped two fingers inside me. I rocked against him, lulled by the vibrations until I came, the ripples of pleasure washing over me like an ocean wave.

I knew we couldn’t stay in the tub forever, but that didn’t mean that our fun was over. Neil shut off the jets and let much of the water out, and the shallower depth meant that I could lie down and still have my head above water. I turned over onto my stomach, my ass rising into the air. Neil smacked it once, the wet, loud slap making me flop against the tub. I maneuvered so my hand, still clutching the ducky, was underneath me. The toy rubbed against me while he poured water down onto my back. Everything he did somehow took on an erotic element; there was nothing innocent about the way the water tickled my back, or the way he rubbed a sponge against my shoulder blades. Neil knew just how to touch me, and soon the sponge had replaced the duck between my legs and I was rocking back against it.

Not surprisingly, Neil selected our next playthings, rummaging through the mound of toys I’d piled on the bath mat and selecting a stretchy cockring and a vibrating bullet—something for him and something for me. I was now on my hands and knees, and glanced over my shoulder as he fit the ring over his hard dick. He teased me then by gliding the bullet along my slit and having it vibrate against me. Neil turned the water back on, and I turned over onto my back, splashing and watching as he stroked his cock lightly. I was amazed that such a little device could have such power; his dick was half submerged under the water and rose up proudly, like a statue, stiff and mighty.

I reached down between my thighs, my fingers curling around his as I slipped the little metal nugget from his hand. He’d been holding it against my slit, but I wanted more. I pushed the toy inside me, feeling it rumble against the walls of my cunt. I touched myself like that as the water swirled around us and Neil played with his cock. We were both gradually building up our arousal level, waiting until we were on the edge.

I fucked myself with the bullet, pushing it in and out of my pussy and wishing for something bigger to fill me up. Well, pretty soon I got my wish! Neil turned me over again onto my hands and knees. I maneuvered the buzzing metal toy against my clit and spread my legs as much as I could within the confines of the tub. With the cockring still securely in place, Neil positioned his dick against my entrance. Then he just held his dick, rubbing the round head against my pussy lips until I thought I would scream. Instead, I remained silent, knowing that the more I begged, the longer the wait would be.

I clamped my mouth shut, focusing on shifting against the little toy so it would have the greatest impact on my clit. Then, finally, it was time for Neil’s cock. That first shove was enough to send me shuddering, and my free hand had to grip the tub’s edge as Neil pushed his entire dick inside me. He has a fairly large cock to begin with, but bolstered by the ring, it was stretching my cunt in the most amazing way. He moved easily in and out as I tightened around him, grinding against his thrusting cock.

Neil groaned in my ear, and I brought my legs as close together as I could, forming a very narrow passage for his cock to enter. Each time he moved, I heard not only our bodies slapping together but the water as well. It threatened to slosh over the side of the tub as we got more and more animated. “Angie, you are a goddess,” he said, as his cock slammed against my core, sending my head spinning. I was overcome by a fast, exciting orgasm that made me gasp. I shut my eyes as he offered me a few final thrusts of his hips. The ring had kept him perfectly hard, but I knew he must have wanted to come.

Neil pulled out, then lifted me out of the water. He took off the ring, placing it in my hand, and then began finger-fucking my slick cunt while he jerked off. His fingers were moving quickly inside me, and when he came, he also gave me another magnificent climax.

We took our time drying off with big, fluffy towels and stashed the clean toys in the medicine cabinet for easy access. I have a feeling our skin’s going to be permanently wrinkled, at least for the next few months, while we spend lots more hours underwater.

—Ms. Angela G., Los Angeles, California