Therapy and Hygiene

"So Matt and I are seeing a therapist now and it is just so strange."
"What! Why?"
"Well, it's embarrassing really."
Terri gave Emma a knowing look that demanded she elaborate.
"I still can't have orgasms."
"What do you mean you've still never had an orgasm?" Terri yelled it across the well lit parlor of she and Emma's favorite sandwich shop.
"Shhhh. I don't know. Matt and I have been married for five years now and I guess I just can't. I mean I love him and I love having sex with him, I just... can't. I mean it's not that I've never had one ever. It's just been years and years since the last time." Emma had a habit of rambling on past the point where she had said enough. And also skipping from one subject to another seemingly in the same sentence. Talking to her always required an extra few hours if you ever wanted to get to the point of anything. Terri always thought it was cute and school-girlishly sexy.
"A thirty five year old woman should have figured this out by now. What are you going to do about it?"
"I told you, Matt and I are seeing a therapist, his idea, and trying to work our way through it. You know like a sex therapist. It was miserable. Matt cried."
"What."
"Yea, he said he felt bad about it and self conscious and like there was something wrong with him and yadda yadda yadda and now I feel like I need to do something soon before this destroys our marriage."
"Well, hell. Ok."
"OK? That's all you have to say about that. Ok?"
"Fine. Have you tried anal?"
"My therapist thinks I should keep a sex journal and write down my feelings, likes and dislikes and then read over it with Matt and you suggest a dick in my ass? I should have known that we'd end up somewhere totally unhelpful."
"Are you done freaking out about this yet?"
"Well I mean couldn't you think of a better solution. I know I need to lighten up but this is just not helpful. I don't know if Matt would even do it, I don't think I would like it, and there's poop up there. It's gross."
"Ok Em, well here's the plan and keep with me here," Terri always like to make 'plans' and they usually had to do with sexual experimentation. She even convinced Emma to have a threesome with her and a friend in college as a part of some other 'plan' to loosen Emma up and give her orgasms. "When you go home tonight find an old toothbrush. An electric one would be better if you have one. Lube up the toothbrush, lube up your ass and then just slide it up there. Easy peasy."
"What! Not easy peasy. I don't want that up there."
"I can guarantee you that you have had shits bigger than a toothbrush. Just try it and if you don't like it then you throw away an old toothbrush you would have thrown out anyhow and nobody will ever be the wiser."
"I don't know." Emma had always been reserved and inhibited. She couldn't picture herself alone in her house with a toothbrush up her ass.
"Or I could buy you a dildo and you could try it out with that. I'm thinking something classy and tasteful ten inches long and eight around. Tasty."
"I think I'll take my chances with the toothbrush."

Emma decided on forgetting that conversation and went home after lunch, new journal in hand with every intention of putting the moves on Matt and then writing about it in her new journal. But she got home and found a note from Matt saying that he was headed out with some buddies for an early dinner and some late beers and for her to not wait up for him. She set the journal down next to the note and started cleaning the kitchen and making herself generally useful around the house, but every time she passed the journal thoughts about anal kept popping into her head. It couldn't hurt to try it. And Matt wouldn't be home for hours. She did have an old toothbrush that she hadn't thrown out yet. It was an old electric one that she had stopped buying replacement bristles for because she had gotten the thing as a gift and never really liked it.

She thought about taking it into the bedroom, but what if it were messy and Matt noticed, so she slowly undressed in front of the mirror with her bottle of 'his and hers' lubricant and her old toothbrush and turned on the shower. While the water heated up she bent over in front of the mirror and spread her ass apart to reveal her puckered asshole. She relaxed a little and so did her ass. It can't be that bad right? I mean a toothbrush is very small she thought. Steam started to fog the mirror and she got into the shower. She started by running her hands over her body lingering on the places she liked to be touched, her breasts, inner thigh, the curve of her hips and then slowly started touching her clit and ended up fingering herself for a while. After a few minutes of warming up she grabbed the lube though she hardly needed any she was so wet and slid the toothbrush slowly into her ass. At first the angle of her body was awkward but it didn't feel bad so she readjusted until she was relaxed and comfortable. It started to feel really good so she kept going. The longer she thrust it into her the more aroused she became and started rubbing her clit with her free hand. She could feel climax coming soon and her juices were mixing with water and flowing down her legs. She was wetter than she had ever been. She kept thrusting and rubbing her clit and then without thinking flipped the on switch with her thumb as the toothbrush came to life. The moment the vibrations began in her ass she came. Violently. And hard. Cum flowed rapidly out of her and she collapsed on the floor of the shower unable to control the muscles in her legs just laying there for who knows how long.

When Matt came home later that night she was still awake.
"Oh, you shouldn't have waited up for me. It's late." He walked over and kissed her on the forehead and smiled lovingly at her sweet face, cheeks still flushed from her shower. Emma gave him a devilish smirk and then looked at the counter top and her journal.
"I have something you should read."