It’s a Sweet Honeymoon for Lesbian Lovers and Their Luxury Sex Toys

They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but my wife and I would have to disagree. When we decided to get married, of course we bought each other beautiful diamond rings, but we also exchanged new sex toys. Throughout our relationship, we’ve always enjoyed trying new things and exploring new ways of sharing pleasure. It only made sense that we would continue once we got married.

The night of our wedding, we checked into a hotel uptown and exchanged gifts while naked and sitting on the bed. I’d agonized over what to get Liz, and I’d finally decided on a gold-plated vibrator that I’d read about in a magazine. The reviewer claimed the toy was elegant yet powerful, and it seemed like the perfect present. I knew she was going to love the vibe, and I couldn’t wait to see her face when she opened the package—or when the device helped her orgasm.

Liz was absolutely floored by her gift, and I was sure I’d found the most extravagant sex toy on the market. Then she gave me my present, and I had my turn to be shocked and awed. Inside a small black box was a long strand of pearls. But this wasn’t a necklace—it was a set of gorgeous pearl restraints. They were stunning! The white pearls glistened in the dim light of our hotel room, and the gold loops that allowed them to be tightened shined brightly.

I spent several minutes admiring the pearls, pulling the string of beads through my fingers and feeling how smooth they were. I was so lost in concentration that I jumped when Liz put her hand on my shoulder and quietly asked if I liked her gift. I didn’t say anything in response, instead turning and kissing her hard on the mouth, my tongue slipping between her lips to tangle with hers. I grabbed her head in my hands and held her close to me as we deepened our kiss, and I could practically feel the heat radiating off our bodies from our steamy lip-lock.

As our kiss continued, our hands wandered over each other’s bodies, and clothing was soon being tugged at, removed, and tossed to the floor. Liz’s hands moved to cup my ass while my hands caressed her sides, occasionally slipping over to grope her perky breasts. When we broke our kiss to catch our breath, Liz took a step back and grabbed the restraints, which I’d dropped on the bed when she’d startled me minutes earlier. She smiled devilishly as she started to wrap the strand of pearls around me, starting under my breasts and circling my body until only a few stray inches hung at my hips. She pushed the pearls through the gold rings and slid the resulting loops around my wrists, successfully locking my arms to my sides.

When she had me bound, Liz knelt on the floor in front of me and pushed her face between my legs. Her mouth went straight for my pussy, and she gently lapped my labia with her soft tongue. She licked up the dew that had started to gather, but her tongue made me even wetter, and soon I had juices flowing steadily out of my cunt and into her mouth.

Normally, I’d have my fingers threaded through her hair and I’d be guiding her as she ate me, moving her mouth exactly where I desired. But with the pearls holding my arms tight to my body, it was impossible. That didn’t stop me from straining against my bonds as I reached for her, and I was constantly held back. Each time I stretched my arms even the slightest bit, the pearls would roll up my wrist, sending shivers of excitement through my body as they held me fast. I suppose I could have told Liz what I wanted, but I was so busy moaning and sighing from the pleasure she was giving me that I didn’t really find speaking necessary.

She licked me to a spectacular orgasm—the first one she gave me as my wife—and I shuddered and cried out as waves of ecstasy washed through my body. The climax was incredibly intense, and I took a couple of minutes to recover. By the time I had, Liz had loosened the restraints and slipped them from my wrists, letting me move my arms again. I shook them out for a few seconds, then jumped into action. It was my turn to bring my wife to orgasm.

Liz climbed onto the bed with me, and I immediately picked up the vibrator I’d given her. I’d charged the toy before giving it to Liz, and as soon as she lay back, I turned the vibe on low and trailed it along her body. I let the sensations tease her arms and her stomach and then her thighs, giving her a full-body taste of what was to come. She sighed as the vibrator traced paths over her skin, gasping and sucking in her breath when it got close to her center. I teased her for a while, too, each time getting closer to her hot spot but stopping just short of giving her what she really wanted.

I continued to tease her as long as I could, but eventually I gave in to her pleas, pressing the tip of the vibrator against her mound and gradually moving it lower. She yelped when the toy made contact with her clit, but she quickly started to moan as I held the vibe against her. I kept it on the low setting at first, dragging it back and forth from her clit to her lips several times before increasing the speed. The more the shiny toy buzzed against her, the louder she moaned, and I knew she was going to climax sooner rather than later.

Even though I’d bought the vibrator specifically for this purpose, I didn’t want to miss out on the reward when my wife finally came. Before she could go over the edge, I lowered the speed and crawled between her knees. While holding the gold vibe against her clit, I leaned in and began to lick her pussy. The constant teasing had caused her juices to pool in her cunt. I pushed my tongue between her lips and savored the tanginess of her pussy for a minute, letting the juices slide over my tongue before I started to really eat her cunt.

I thrust my tongue into her repeatedly, and her hips rose from the bed as she pushed her pelvis against my face. I held the vibrator against her clit as I continued to tongue-fuck her, and I could almost feel the toy buzzing against my tongue through her pussy. I knew the combination of my mouth and the vibe were driving her crazy, and I smiled against her pussy as I licked her. She was getting closer and closer to climaxing, and I wanted to push her over the edge. I turned up the power on the vibrator until I could hear the small motor humming, and it pressed harder against her. Her hips bucked as the toy tickled her clit, and she started thrusting up against my face and hand, wordlessly asking for more.

She kept grinding against my face as my tongue worked into her, and I had to fight to hold the vibrator in place on her clit. I pushed it harder against her, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold it in place once she started to climax. After only a few more thrusts of her hips and a couple strokes of my tongue, she came, and when she did, copious amounts of her juice poured into my mouth. I dropped the vibrator when her hips thrust up, but I kept my mouth sealed to her slit and sucked down every drop she gave me.

When her climax was over, we curled up together to catch our breath before the next round. Later that night, we shared our gifts: Liz getting bound in my pearls and my pussy getting teased with her vibrator. Our wedding night was the best I could have asked for—and a perfect start to our marriage.

—Ms. Calista K., New York, New York