My Church Wife Goes Shopping With a Friend. [Masturbation]

I sat on the edge of our bed, trying to look casual. Emily had told me to “wait,” and waiting had never been my strength. I kept glancing at the bathroom door like it might open if I stared hard enough.

It was strange, feeling this kind of sexual anticipation. We’d grown up in the same church, gone through the same youth retreats, listened to the same sermons about modesty and purity. We’d been virgins when we married, proud of it, certain it was the right thing. Only recently had we found the courage to explore who we were beyond all that. I’d told Emily my deepest desire and she’d granted it. She’d fucked my best friend, David, while I watched. It had been amazing. And now, Emily always seemed to glow with an inner light.

“Emily?” I called, trying not to sound like a kid waiting for Christmas.

The door opened, and Emily stepped out.

“Wow,” I said, because my brain had abandoned me.

She wore a white lace camisole, soft, delicate, almost old‑fashioned in its sweetness. The lace traced her shoulders and neckline, her wedding ring flashing as she brushed a strand of hair away.

She laughed, shy but bright. “It’s… different, right?”

“Different good,” I said immediately. “Really good.”

She walked toward me, smoothing the lace at her shoulder. “Jenna picked it out.”

“Jenna? Seriously?”

Emily nodded, cheeks warm. “I was trying on this beige blouse, and Jenna staged an intervention. She shoved this over the curtain and told me to stop being boring.”

My chest tightened in the best way. “Emily… you look beautiful.”

She nudged me with her shoulder, playful. “You haven’t even seen the other things yet.”

I stared at the boutique bags. “There are other things?”

“Oh yes, Jenna got very enthusiastic.” She laughed and slipped back into the bathroom.

The door closed, and I sat there feeling like my heart had been unplugged and plugged back in at a higher voltage. Then the door opened again.

Emily stepped out in a blue satin camisole‑and‑shorts set, glossy and soft, trimmed with black lace and tiny bows. She stood with her hands behind her back, suddenly shy.

“I. Wow. Emily. You look… incredible.”

She laughed, embarrassed but glowing. “It’s different again, right?”

“Different amazing. Where did this one come from?”

“Jenna took me to a lingerie boutique.” She sat beside me. “After the camisole, I asked her to pick something bolder. She marched me two blocks down and walked straight in.”

“Jenna makes amazing choices!”

She nudged my knee, smiling. “You haven’t even seen the last thing.”

She disappeared into the bathroom again, leaving me alone with my racing heart. Fabric rustled. A soft thump.

“Everything okay?” I called.

“Yes! Just, hold on.”

Silence. Then a tiny laugh.

The doorknob turned. I sat up straight.

Emily stepped out in a blue lace corset set.  Structured but delicate, intricate lace and sheer panels showing skin in all the right spots, garter straps neat and elegant. She stood with her hands at her sides, cheeks warm, eyes bright with nerves and excitement. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever worn. The sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

I swallowed. “Emily… wow.”

Emily stood in front of me. smoothing the lace at her hip. “After the satin set, Jenna just handed me this. I got tangled in the straps trying to put it in. Had to call Jenna in.”

I laughed. “She helped you?”

“Oh yes. It was a bit too complicated for me. She fixed it,” Emily said softly. “Afterwards, she said I looked powerful.”

She looked down at the corset, brushing the lace lightly. She looked up at me again with a blush. “I asked Jenna what the wildest thing she’d ever done was.”

“You did?”

Emily nodded. “I wanted to tell her about fucking David. About how good he was and about how powerful I felt as you watched me. But I didn’t. I kept our secret. Instead I asked her. She told me a story about the church camping trip. Apparently she had a moment with one of the girls.”

I stared. “The devotionals-and-marshmallows trip?”

“She wouldn’t tell me who it was with.” Emily said. “She just said I was adorable when I got scandalized.”

“That sounds like her.”

Emily hesitated, then added, “She teased me. Said she’d do me if she thought I’d be into it.”

I blinked. “She said that?”

Emily covered her face. “Yes! Then she laughed and said she was joking.”

Emily leaned over and pulled a black box with a bow tied on in from one of the bags. 

“This is from Jenna. She gave it to me on the way home.” she said, sitting beside me. She loosened the ribbon and lifted the lid. We both froze.

Inside was a small, sleek, delicate vibrator.

Emily’s jaw dropped. “Oh my gosh.”

I stared. “Jenna gave you that?”

“I can’t believe Jenna bought me a vibrator,” Emily whispered.

“I can’t believe she tied a ribbon on it.”

Emily groaned. “She told me to text her when I opened it.” She flopped onto the bed, grabbed her phone and typed out a quick message. 

Emily: "What the hell?"

Her phone buzzed instantly.

Emily read aloud: “Oh, good. You opened it already. You looked so proud of yourself today I wanted to commemorate the moment." Emily looked at me, flushed with embarrassment. Or with excitement. It was hard to tell. She looked at me for a long moment. Not blinking. Then she smiled. 

"I want to feel powerful," she whispered. She lay back. "Watch me, Scott. Watch me." 

She didn't need to say it. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She started to caress herself sensuously, running her hands over the corset, caressing from her breasts to the tops of her thighs. When she moved her hands between her legs, she pushed herself further up on the bed and spread her knees. She stroked her pussy over top the fabric of her panties, then went back to caressing her body. She moved between actions, getting herself worked up, until she was panting and her hips where thrusting every time she moved between her legs. 

When she was ready, she looked up shyly at me, then pulled her panties to one side. She picked up the vibrator and turned it on. It buzzed softly. She stroked her thighs with it, the slid it between her lips. She stroked her clit, then slowly slid it deep inside her. She signed in contentment as it entered her. Her face slowly shifted from a shy, demur look to a satisfied smile. She started to slowly move in and out of her pussy, using the fingers of her other hand to lightly stroke her clit. 

"It's perfect." She gasped.  She fell silent to enjoy the feeling of the silver sliding in and out of her wet pussy. The pace, both of the vibrator and her fingers around her clit, slowly picked up, getting faster and faster. Her hips raised to meet her thrusts and she moaned in time to her actions. I leaned in close, watching her, hearing her, smelling the delightful faint scent of her pussy. 

She pulled the vibrator out and touched it to her clit. Softly, gently. Then harder. Every muscle in her body tensed. Her hips raised and she started to pant. She grabbed the pillow, pulled it over her face and screamed into it. Her body convulsed wildly, her legs spamming as she came. It was beautiful.

She lay against the bed, exhausted. 

Suddenly she sat up and grabbed her phone. Her face was flushed, her hair wild. She had me take a picture of her holding the vibrator. It glinted, noticeably wet. Before she could think about it, before she could regret it, she sent the picture to Jenna.

A message came back almost immediately. Emily let me watch as she opened it.

Jenna. Holding up an identical vibrator. Glistening with moisture. 

Jenna: Twinsies