I Cheated on My Husband with a Light Switch: He Really Knows How to Turn me On! - Full Story

I couldn’t say the exact moment that I became attracted to my light switch. It all started so harmlessly, as most affairs do. My husband was a good man and a good provider, but after the accident, he just couldn’t satisfy me like he used to. It was a construction accident. He hurt his back. Then, he started taking painkillers. He eventually had to leave construction and take on a job he hated. He started drinking more, and his behavior sort of changed. He never abused me or anything like that, but he had definitely become less caring. He often ignored me and took me for granted.

I didn’t work. He didn’t want me to. My job was to stay at home and keep the house clean and cook him his meals. We didn’t have kids either. He didn’t want any kids either. He just wanted to live a simple life with a simple wife. That worked when he was still happy, but once he started always being in pain, neither of us were happy.

Our relationship was on the decline, and so was our sex life. He always wore a condom. even though I was taking the pill. He also came early, definitely before I had an orgasm. In those cases, I usually told him I finished too so I didn’t hurt his feelings. Then, once he rolled over and went to sleep, I would try to finish quietly with my fingers. Sometimes, it’d work, and sometimes I’d just go to sleep frustrated. I just couldn’t do it by myself. I needed more stimulation than that, and I wasn’t the kind of girl to look at porn.

I didn’t own a vibrator or any other sex toy. I could never go into a sex shop. It’d make me too nervous. As for buying one online, I feel like people would know. As a result, I had only my hands. I had been using just that for our entire marriage, so why would I want to change now? Nothing was going to change. I didn’t want it to change. I was comfortable with my life, even if I couldn’t say I was happy with it.

As for the offending light switch, it was the light switch in my bedroom. It was just a typical pole toggle switch like you might see in any house. It wasn’t located directly at the door leading out of the bedroom. Actually, there was a small hallway alcove with a door to the bathroom on one side. At the end of the four-foot alcove was the door exiting into our family room. The light switch was on the outside of the hallway, just across from the foot of our bed.

The covering was white, and I had walked by it and flipped it more times than I cared to count. I had never even noticed that light switch all that much. One could say that I ignored it and took it for granted. Weirdly, that light switch was a lot like me. It was left at home with nothing to do. Only once in a while would someone touch it, and only when they wanted something. Otherwise, it lived a lonely existence.

I should also note that the house we lived in was built for a woman in a wheelchair. She needed everything much lower than normal. The light switches were lower, the outlets were higher, and the bathtub was handicapped.

“God damn it, Jeanine!” My husband cursed.

“What is it?” I asked worriedly.

I wasn’t that caught off guard. I was pretty sure that’s just how my husband addressed me. My name was ‘God damn it, Jeanine’. Whether my name was shorter than that at one point no longer mattered.

“You forgot to buy the whipped cream. How can I have coffee without my whipped cream?”

No, you heard right. My husband liked to put whipped cream on his coffee. I guess it wasn’t that weird. Certain coffee shops had all kinds of coffee drinks with whipped cream on them. However, he used it in place of creamer.

“I thought I had bought some,” I responded thoughtfully.

“Well, it’s not here!” he slammed the refrigerator door and shoved past me as I tried to enter the kitchen.

“I’m sure it’ll turn up.”

“What good does that do me?” He demanded angrily as he pulled on his flip-flops and threw on a coat.

“You’re going?”

“Yeah, I’m going!” He responded before walking out and slamming the door.

I sighed. Although it seemed like he was going to the store to get some whipped cream, he almost certainly was going to end up at the bar after. He stumbled home at three in the morning, and then flopped down on the bed, waking me in the process. This had happened too many times to count. I didn’t feel angry or taken aback. I just felt tired.

I took off my clothing and then turned on the shower. I would have preferred a bath, but the handicapped bathtub was designed to sit in, and I couldn’t lie down and relax in it at all. Thus, the only relief I could get was with the shower. I made sure to shave my legs as I showered. Then, I looked down below and considered shaving that. Then I thought, why bother?

At this point, I had been having a dry spell. The last time we had sex was two weeks ago, and I hadn’t climaxed. I also struggled to even get off with my fingers. I wasn’t feeling it. The last time I orgasmed was… I can’t even remember. As I washed my body, my fingers found their way down there. I had never done it in the shower before. If I could finish here, there would be no mess, and my time would be a lot more relaxed.

Thinking like that, I started to touch myself. Five minutes later, I gave up. It just wasn’t happening. I needed something physical, something that wasn’t me. I just had to get used to a sexless life of mediocrity. After drying myself with a towel, I walked out into my bedroom to grab my clothing. I flipped up the light switch and then grabbed socks and pajamas. The socks were long compression socks. I wore them at night because I read they’d keep your legs looking nice. My legs were one of my nicest features, so it was one of the few things I liked to take care of.

Throwing the socks and pajamas onto the bed, I grabbed one of the socks and started trying to put it on. With one foot up on the bed, I yanked. Suddenly, I lost my balance. My legs slipped off the bed and while my head fell forward, my legs stumbled back. Suddenly, my bare ass hit the wall, and something hard and small slid into me. I let out a gasp as an explosion of feelings erupted through me. Alarmed and scared, I stood up, the hard thing sliding out.

I spun around and then looked down. “The… light switch?”

It was now slightly shiny, having gotten a bit moist from my body. I laughed it off and waved my hands.

“Sorry, Mr. Switch, I didn’t mean to come on to you.” I joked out loud to myself, just to try to feel less embarrassed.

I walked back to the bed and started to put my other sock on. As I did so though, I felt something warm run down my thigh. Frowning, I took the towel out of my hair and wiped. I just hadn’t dried up all the way, right? That was from the shower? I didn’t get so excited from being touched by a light switch that I was wet? I recalled that explosion of pleasure when it penetrated me. It was just for a moment, but it felt better than anything my husband had ever done.

I touched myself with a finger. I was really wet, and it was more than the shower. My husband wouldn’t be home tonight, and I was quite horny. I finished dressing and then I lay down in bed. I started touching myself once again. Another five minutes, and I felt nothing exciting. I just couldn’t climax. However, I kept recalling that sensation. There was a brief moment of excitement when the light switch touched me. I felt frustrated.

Making an annoyed tsk, I decided there was no point. I’d just go to bed. I had been a bit too eager to try getting off though, and I had left the light on. With a sigh, I got up and walked to the light switch. As I went to turn it off, a sudden inclination hit me. I mean, was it just a fluke? I was completely alone. We didn’t even have pets. After a few moments of biting my lip, I decided I might as well give it a try.

Turning around, I brought my pajama pants down to my knees. Just what was I doing?

“Well… Mr. Switch, if you’ll excuse me…” This both felt extremely embarrassing and flat out silly.

I was just going to push it against the wall, feel nothing, and realize the whole thing was dumb. I bent over and then pushed back. My body seemed to be the perfect height, as the little toggle slipped right into my womanhood once again. I let out a gasp.

“N-no way…”

My husband wasn’t very large, but he was bigger than this little toggle. Even though it was a hard, cold thing, it somehow excited me more than he ever had. Before I could even think of stopping, my butt pressed up against the wall as hard as I could. I pushed back each time, letting the toggle push in and out of me.

“Ahhh… yes… yes…. Ahhh.” I began to climax, my body shaking and my legs going wobbly.

When I fell to the floor, the lights turned out. I collapsed to my knees, breathing hard for several minutes. Just what had I done? I had sex with a light switch. I finally came. My head felt light. I reached up and flipped the switch back on. I could see liquid leaking down the white wall. The switch was naturally wet. Turning red, I grabbed my towel and dried it off. The last thing I needed was my ass print on the wall. After cleaning up the mess, I looked at the light switch one last time and then flicked it off.

That night, my husband came home after drinking. When he flipped the switch, my eyes popped open and I started to feel a bit of fear. He touched the light switch. Could he tell? Was he going to get angry at me? None of that happened. He collapsed on the bed next to mine, and then fell asleep, snoring loudly as he did. He left the light on as he slept. With a sigh, I got up and walked to the light switch. Looking back at my sleeping husband, I leaned close to the light switch.

“It’ll be our little secret, okay?” I whispered, and then blushed.

I had lost it. I was talking to a light switch. With a sigh, I finally went to bed.

It was only three days later when I started feeling raunchy again. My husband was at work, but that strangely caused me to be more aroused. I was happy when he left since that would give me some alone time. Thinking about my last orgasm, my hand went back down to my pants. I stopped before my hand reached it and then turned to look at the switch.

“It was just that one time, right?” I asked.

The light switch didn’t say anything. It was a light switch.

“I mean, in a way, it kind of strengthens our marriage. If I’m sexually satisfied, then I’d be happier and more energetic. So, in a way, it’d be good for our marriage.” I explained things to the light switch. “Plus, you’re an inanimate object, so it’s not like you care.”

The light suddenly snapped out, causing me to jump.

“Ah! Did I offend you?”

As soon as I asked, I knew I was being an idiot. It was a blackout. All the devices in the room had gone off. The little bit of light through my closed curtains was the only light in the room now. I stood up to go to the living room, but as I went to pass the light switch, I stopped. This would be as good of a time as any to do this, right? I mean, it was a light switch with power, so right now there was none. I found myself wondering if it felt any different toggle down.

“I’m nuts,” I muttered to myself as I pulled down my jeans and underwear.

I flipped the switch down, and this time I reached behind myself and spread open my cheeks. I carefully lined myself up, and then pushed my butt against the wall. The familiar toggle slid right in. Actually, it got a bit deeper.

“Damn… you still feel good.” I let out a breath.

I started to rub my womanhood against the switch, my ass pushing back and forth. If anyone saw me doing this, I would die, but it felt so good. This time wasn’t as quick as the previous time. I let myself built up a bit. I started moving faster and faster, pushing back against the wall before leaning forward and pushing back again. My ass never left contact with the wall. The dongle just wasn’t that big. However, it did bounce against the wall as the toggle slid in and out.

“Ahh… Ahhh… Ahhh… yes… yes… please… Mr. Switch… yes… do me… fuck me… fuck me Mr. Switch. Fuck…” I moaned, letting myself say vulgar words I usually didn’t around my husband.

I realized that I was often self-conscious around him. I kept my mouth silent and didn’t allow myself to moan. Something about being with Mr. Switch caused my inhibitions to drop. I was just so free with him. I could say whatever I wanted, make any faces and noises, and he’d never judge me. No, that was a weird way of thinking. I was alone! It was the fact I was alone that allowed me to be myself.

“Ah… I’m going to cum… just a little more. Mr. Switch, do me… do me…” I gritted my teeth.

At that moment, there was a click, and all the electronics turned back on. It was like the entire house came alive. As I climaxed, my toes pushed up. I ended up flipping the switch turning it on. My body started convulsing with my switch in me, causing my butt to shake up and down with my knees not quite supporting me. This left the switch right on the cusp of being off and on. The result was that the lights flickered as I orgasmed. Somewhere, in my warped fantasies, it was like Mr. Switch had come alive, and was now cumming too. The pair of us came together in unison, which only served to make it more powerful.

As I finished cumming, I took a few steps forward and then collapsed on the bed. That was probably one of the best orgasms I had ever had. A few nights before, it had been some time and I had been a bit desperate, but this time I legitimately came. The walls weren’t just wet but soaked with my lust. There really was an imprint of my ass on it, with Mr. Switch in the middle, ready to take my pussy any time.

“You were wonderful.” I breathed, trying to regain my breath. “It looks like you’re just as good up or down. I’m glad I was able to turn you on in the end though.”

I was still talking to the light switch, but it seemed to make me feel a bit less awkward, so I kept doing it. He listened without saying anything so I talked.

“What’s that? Are you interested in trying it from the front?” I asked.

Of course, those were my desires, but why couldn’t I impose them on this light switch? I had already had more intimacy with him than most people I knew. That was probably a good thing. Besides, personification was all about giving things human characteristics. If it made me happy, how was it a problem? I decided to just roll with this fantasy. Technically, it was just bedroom play. What happened in the bedroom, stayed in the bedroom. It was just bedroom play that didn’t include my husband.

After pulling my pants off the rest of the way, I walked up to the wall. “Okay… big boy… how are we going to do this…”

The way the light switch was located, the bathroom was directly behind the wall with the light switch on it and the door was just around the corner. If I opened the door to the bathroom, I could grab onto the frame. This gave me something to hold onto. Wrapping my arm around the corner and grabbing the door with one hand, and spreading myself open with the other, I pushed my body against the wall.

The light switch pressed against my womanhood, but due to the angle, it didn’t quite enter me. Pushing my entire body against the wall, I could only just get it to pop in.

“Come on…” I said, feeling slightly frustrated.

I smashed my lower half against the wall, trying to get the switch to penetrate me. As I did so, I rubbed up, and then down. The switch ended up hitting my clit.

“Ah! Y-you… naughty boy, Mr. Switch.” I giggled as I felt a thrill from my clit being touched by the toggle.

I started to rub my clit up and down on the toggle. It felt really good. My husband was always a one and done kind of guy. I had never actually gone two times in a row. My pussy was still sensitive from our first go, and here I was going a second time. It made my clit slightly swollen and sensitive, and each rub only caused the heat in my body to intensify.

I started to move faster and faster, using my grip on the door frame to leverage myself as I humped harder and harder. I eventually grew too animated, and the switch flipped off, turning out the lights. It felt kind of weird when the switch flipped right over my clit. I kind of liked it. I pushed up, flipping the switch back to on. Then, I started to hump the switch in long, wide strokes, flipping the light on and off.

The visual stimulation of the lights turning on and off, the subtle click every time the switch suddenly crossed the threshold, and the feel of that hard nub pressed against my clit felt too good. I began to hump faster and faster, flicking the switch. I felt like I wasn’t just fucking Mr. Switch, but he was fucking me back. The light was the only way he could let me know he was getting off too. I wanted Mr. Switch to get off. I wanted to get off together.

“Cum with me. Yeah… cum…” I moaned.

Anyone who looked at my bedroom light seeing it flick on and off would think there were ghosts in here or something. It was like a strobe light was in the room. However, I didn’t care. Mr. Switch and I were having a moment, and as his flashes increased in speed, I grew closer and closer to climax. It reached a point where the clicking was nearly nonstop and the lights were flickering when I finally came. I let out a cry of pure pleasure. My mind and body exploded with euphoria. I hugged the wall, keeping myself pressed against Mr. Switch. I wanted his toggle against me as the pair of us finished.

When I finally finished, I got a towel and started cleaning up the wall and switch. I made sure to use some cleaning spray. I didn’t want Mr. Switch to be dirty. Then again, leaving him smelling like me, I kind of wanted that. I noticed as I was cleaning the switch that there were a lot of coarse black hairs marring his white surface. I did the best I could to clean them off.

Later that night, I took out my razor again and shaved myself clean. The hair got caught on Mr. Switch a few times, and it was a little rough on my skin. I decided to be clean-shaven for him. As I did it, I started getting excited once again. When my husband was home, I eagerly waited for him to take off to the bar. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. Once he left, I went into the bathroom and put on makeup as well as a dress he never wanted to see me in.

I came out into the bedroom and then spun around. As I spun, the dress lifted, revealing I wasn’t wearing any panties. I pushed it back down teasingly.

“Why, Mr. Switch, what do you think?” I asked. “How do I look?”

I lifted my skirt, flashing my wet womanhood toward him. Then, I lowered it again and blushed. The shave job wasn’t perfect and I had a few bumps.

“Well, if you liked it perfectly smooth, then you might as well like children. No, you like a woman’s sex, right?” I giggled.

I wasn’t completely nuts. I was just bored and having fun. This was the most fun I had in a long time. Not only did I feel relaxed, but I also felt sexy. This fantasy I had concocted just felt good. I wasn’t ready to pop it with a reality check. I would have to, eventually, but that was something I would worry about some other time. For the moment, I was just going to keep having fun.

That night, we went three times before I finally let him go. It did feel better with me shaven. Mr. Switch was satisfied as well. He clicked happily as I came around his toggle.

“What’s that?” I asked. “You want to be a bit more adventurous? Oh… I mean… we couldn’t.”

I blushed, looking away shyly.

“Do you… really think I’m beautiful in this dress? All the time? Are you trying to make me fall in love with you? What? Ah… f-fine. I’ll do it.”

I slowly dropped down to my knees. “I’ve only done this once or twice. I hope you don’t get any teeth.”

I put the dongle in my mouth. I slowly licked the tip, and then brought my tongue down the shaft. Gradually, I wrapped my lips around the base. I let my lips move up and down the light switch. With my knees bent and my legs spread, my dress sprawling open, and showing my nether regions without underwear, I began to suck the switch.

“Yeah, you like that?” I asked teasingly and then pushed up with my tongue, flicking the light on, and then flicked down again, flicking it off. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I began to suck it harder and harder, growing excited about it. Suddenly, the front door burst open.

“Jeanine, are you home?” a voice called out.

I let out a cry, jumping up. I was completely panicked. I was giving Mr. Switch head and my husband just came home. As I stood, looking left and right like a deer in headlights, the door to my bedroom opened and my husband walked in. When he looked at me, he frowned.

“God damn it, Jeanine. Do you listen?”

“A-ahh… sorry…”

“What are you dressed up for?” he asked suspiciously.

“Y-you… you!” I declared, trying to smile. “I really have missed you.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I do…” I lifted my skirt, showing him my nether regions.

Strangely, I felt guilty, like I was cheating on Mr. Switch. I was even showing this man something I had done just for him.

“Jeanine? Did you shave? God damn it, all of that hair is going to clog the shower drain!”

“S-sorry…” I blushed, dropping my dress.

“Well, if you want to do it, get that stupid dress off. I should be able to get hard before the whisky kicks in.”

“Why are you home, anyway?” I asked.

“Ah… dumb shit. They’re closing early to do renovations.”

“Oh, I see…” I took off my dress and lay on his side of the bed.

I looked over at the light switch. My husband had grabbed it while he was pulling his boots off. Well, he was holding the wall, he just happened to have his hand on Mr. Switch. I really didn’t like him touching it. I couldn’t say anything though.

“Now, get ready for me to rock your world…” He threw his weight on top of me and kissed me a few times and then made a face. “Ugh, get that makeup off your face.”

“Y-yes… husband.”

I tried to get up, but he didn’t move. “Never mind, I just won’t kiss you.”

He shoved it in me and then started to thrust. The little toggle was a tenth his size, maybe smaller, but it felt a hundred times more gratifying. It was done before I even felt like it was started. He just thrust into me and on top of me for a few minutes.

“Ah, shit, no condom… well, catch.” He pulled his dick out and then shot it all over my stomach. “Go clean that up. Ah, and get that damn makeup off. I don’t want it all over the sheets and pillows.”

I stood up and did as he said, washing myself. As I had the sink running, I felt water drip down my cheek. As I lifted my head, I realized I was crying. I let out a small sob and began to cry. I did so for several minutes, but I washed all the tears away, and I kept it quieter than the sound of the sink. Once I was cleaned up and there were no signs of me crying, I left the bathroom. My husband was already asleep.

The next day, I waited until he went to work, and then I went over to Mr. Switch. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you had to see that. I just… I didn’t want us to be caught. Can you forgive me? You… what? Is that… you’ll forgive me if I do that? O-okay, I’ll do it for you.”

An hour later, I was dressed in an overcoat and put a mask on to cover my face. I kept my hood up too. I looked slightly suspicious. Leaving the house, I headed to a place I swore I’d never go. If Mr. Switch hadn’t asked, I never would do such a thing.

That place was the sex shop. I wandered inside; my eyes as wide as teacups as I looked around at all the imagery around me. If anyone I knew saw me there, what would I do? It’d be the most embarrassing thing ever.

“Are you looking for something?” A man behind the counter asked, causing me to nearly jump.

“Ah… um… light… switches?” I don’t know why those words came out, but I immediately regretted them.

This guy was going to think I was a freak! I banged light switches! I was a filthy, crazy woman!

“Aisle three, party favors.” He responded in a disinterested voice.

“Oh…”

I quickly went to the aisle he mentioned. There, I found what he must have thought I was talking about. Party favors was filled with various items that happened to look like penises. There were penis straws, penis coasters, and penis cups. My eyes fell on penis light switches. They were a cover that popped over a normal light switch, making them look like a penis. It was both bigger and longer than Mr. Switch. It’d probably penetrate me from the front, not to mention no rough edges.

I grabbed the pack. As I turned to leave, my eyes fell on some sticker decals too. They were pictures of attractive men, but the switch was cut out where their penis was. You’d stick it to the switch plate, and it’d look like a little guy whose dick you flipped. If I was going to upgrade his penis, I might as well upgrade everything. I looked for a guy who I thought might make a good Mr. Switch. I settled on a man who seemed to be wearing nothing but a tie. Mr. Switch was definitely a businessman.

I also found a clit vibrator, and I bought all three items before I fled the store. Before I went home, I also bought some reusable window clings. The outlet cover was a permanent sticker. I couldn’t have our outlet permanently be Mr. Switch, so I stuck it to a window cling and then cut that out to size. Soon, I had a perfect cutout. Once I finished, I excitedly went into Mr. Switch’s room and put on all the accessories. There was now a muscular, naked man on the wall the size of a switch plate and he had a massive long dong sticking from between his legs. Right below that, I had also tapped the clit stimulator. I could pull the whole thing off in a minute if I really wanted.

“You’re looking pretty hot, Mr. Switch.” I purred. “How about it? Am I forgiven? What’s that? You want to test it out first? You naughty boy. Fine.”

I winked at him and licked my lips, then turned around and pulled my pants down. I spread my cheeks wide open, and then pushed my butt against the wall. It definitely went in deeper. The feel was really hot.

“Fuck.” I purred. “You dick is so big now. Fuck me, Mr. Switch, fuck me with you big, fat cock.”

I never spoke so vulgarly, but something about setting all of this up brought it out of me. I began to ride Mr. Switch’s new and improved cock. Although the old cock had a certain charm, the new cock was better. At some point, I reached between my legs and then I clicked the vibrator on.

“Oh… shit!” I cried out.

Every time I pushed my butt back against it, the vibrator just touched my clit. The feeling was amazing. I rode Mr. Switch for ten minutes, and when I came, I dripped badly enough I felt I had to clean the carpet floor. As I turned around and gave Mr. Switch a kiss, I noticed something wrong with his penis. That was to say, it was just his original dongle. Where was his enhancement?

“Oh… shit.”

It took two hours of digging before I recovered it from inside me. That’s why enhancements were never good. Actually, I liked the enhancement, so I looked around and found a solution, using rubber bands around the base so it stayed in place, and riding it less vigorously. As long as I followed these rules, I could fuck Mr. Switch as much as he wanted.

Another week passed, and whenever my husband was out, I’d fuck Mr. Switch. We were up to three times a day. I felt like a teenager. I started working out in the mornings, and I kept myself clean and fit. I ended up losing ten pounds too. I felt amazing. Even my husband noticed, although it didn’t seem to fix his grumpy mood.

I went back to the sex shop too. I realized the sticker wasn’t meant for my kind of treatment. My butt and the moisture from my climaxing had rubbed the man right off of Mr. Switch. I ended up buying a new sticker, but this time I laminated it. I also got a little bolder. I bought a second clit vibrator large enough for me to hold, and I even got a porn for us to watch together.

With Mr. Switch vibrating from the back, and me vibrating from the front, it was out of this world. We also watched the porno while doing it. It was a total turn-on and I came three times before Mr. Switch finished inside me. Well, at least I said he finished.

I then one day moved the bed, flipping our bed to the other side of the room, right next to the hallway. My husband had complained about it, but he was too lazy to move it back. This actually ended up putting me right next to Mr. Switch. Not only could I use the bedframe to support myself on the other side while we were doing things from the front, but I could also rest an arm on the bed while he bent me over.

We were now watching our second porno, and I was lying in bed with popcorn. Occasionally, I reached over and stroked his firm, muscular body with my finger. I had already given him fellatio today, so now we were just cuddling in between sessions. That’s when he proposed something I wasn’t sure about. I had grown much more adventurous since we had started our thing together. After thinking about it, I nodded.

“Okay, we’ll do it.

I needed to prepare before we tried it. Specifically, I returned to the sex store and bought lubricant. Usually, I was plenty horny and we hadn’t needed any, but for this, we would. I also bought another cleaning device. I felt embarrassed, but I managed somehow. The next time we were alone, I went into the bathroom and cleaned up thoroughly. Then, strengthening my resolve, I came out into the bedroom. I was completely naked now. I didn’t really want anything between the two of us, so I often took off all my clothing.

Cautiously bending over, I squirted some lubricant into my hand. It was a gel type that was a bit thicker than I expected. I reached behind, spreading my cheeks with one hand while rubbing the lubricant on my butthole with the other. I had told my husband when we married that I’d never put anything in my butt. It looked like times changed, but it wasn’t what either of us had in mind.

“I love you, Light.” I breathed.

We were on first name basis now. Light Switch… or Mr. Switch, was his whole name. His first name was Light, I decided. I still liked to call him Mr. Switch sometimes, but Light just came easier to my mouth. I carefully stuck a finger of lube into my butt. It definitely puckered.

“Okay… Light… just be gentle. You’ll be my teacher.” I said, leaning back and shoving his expanded dick into my ass.

It went in without too much trouble. He wasn’t that big, so it wasn’t like it hurt. Slowly, I began to push my ass back against the switch, letting him penetrate me. Eventually, I added my own clit stimulator to it. With the feel of his dick in my ass and the stimulator on my clit, I eventually climaxed. It felt weird climaxing, since my ass squeezed on his dick. It felt good though. I managed to cum two times from anal. Actually, it was probably the clit massager, but Mr. Switch liked putting it in my ass, so I wouldn’t rule it out for future play.

More time passed, and it had been a few months since we started our affair. I was lying on the bed reading a book. Mr. Switch was lying next to me. I always felt good lying next to him, whether my husband was in the room or not. That was until my husband went up to the switch and flicked it a bunch of times. It only seemed to go on and off a few times.

“Does this switch feel like it’s getting loose to you?” my husband asked.

“Ah? I don’t know. It’s probably fine.”

“No, it doesn’t click half the times I flip it. It’s useless.”

“Leave him alone, he’s fine!”

“What? Him? Jeanine, are you alright?”

I blushed. “I’m fine.”

“You’ve been acting differently recently. Are you having an affair on me?”

“I’m not!” the words sounded hollow in my ears.

Was I? I might as well be. Mr. Switch’s body and his dick attachment along with our toys were sitting in my drawer, hidden under a book.

“Then, why have you refused to have sex lately?”

“Ah… I-I’m on my period.”

“That’s the excuse you used last week!”

“Periods last a week… I’m still bleeding a bit.”

“I provide everything for you. I pay all the bills. I work my ass off. I even have a big life insurance policy so if I die, you’ll be taken care of. I’ve given everything to you. The least you can do is put out when I want it. If you aren’t hiding anything, then let’s have sex right now!”

My eyes widened, but then I shrugged. “Fine.”

My husband grabbed me and began ripping off my clothing.

“Don’t be so rough…”

He didn’t stop being rough. He ripped off my clothing and then started to thrust into me. I gasped as those feelings that had felt numb for years suddenly felt erotic. I could feel his dick, and it was so much bigger than Mr. Switch. I mean, how could it not be? Mr. Switch was like an inch long and a half an inch wide. My husband was at least 4 inches. The way he was acting so roughly just caused me to feel hot.

“Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhhn…” Before I realized it, I was cumming.

My legs wrapped around him, and he even kissed me. He was softer, warmer, and more tangible than my pretend friend. I ended up cumming a second time as he thrust into me.

“Okay… Okay… you need your condom…” I began.

“Ahh… shit!” He thrust one last time in me, and I gasped as I felt something hot shoot inside me.

“Y—you… I might get pregnant!”

“Huh? You’re on the pill.”

“I stopped taking it two months ago.” I slapped his arm.

“Oh, really.” He didn’t look pissed, chuckling instead. “Oops.”

“What will you do if I get pregnant?” I demanded.

“Relax. Just take the morning after pill.”

“I won’t!”

“Then, have my baby.” He laughed.

I looked at him leaning back and laughing. Two months ago, this would have been my dream. Close intimate sex where we came together. Him cumming inside me and getting me pregnant. Him not minding us having a baby together. However, that was two months ago. Watching him now, I only felt anger and disgust. I turned away from him.

“Ah… come on, don’t act that way.” He noticed me turning away. “Ugh, fine, whatever.”

The next morning, after my husband left for work, I stumbled into my bedroom with a bottle of wine in my hand. I was bawling my eyes out. I walked over to Light Switch and I put my hand on him.

“I’m sorry, baby.” I sniffled. “He just… it all happened so fast. He wasn’t better than you, I promise.”

I took another swig of alcohol. “Please… forgive me. I love you.”

I leaned close, my lips brushing against his body. “Don’t give me the cold shoulder. Please. I love you, not him.”

I was drunk at this point. I didn’t know why last night screwed me up so much. I rarely drank, so this was a first for me. I had just felt horrible. It wasn’t that we had sex. We had sex many times since I started my relationship with Mr. Switch. It was the fact that I enjoyed it. I had felt like his dick was better than Mr. Switch. I could kiss him, and he held me, and he did some of the work, and his cock was bigger.

“Please… just give me a sign.” I reached out and flipped his switch up.

The light didn’t turn on. As my husband had said, the switch was growing worn after so many usages. However, to the current drunk me, it felt like rejection. I ended up running into the bathroom and spending the next two hours throwing up. Once I felt like I had vomited everything I had ever consumed, I lay on the floor in a semi-crippled state, staring at the ceiling for who knows how long. It was definitely to the point sobriety took over and I started to feel angry again.

Why did my husband have to go ahead and make things confusing? Everything was going perfectly between me and Light Switch, and then he had to go and ruin it by showing me what a real man could do to me. If he wasn’t bigger than Mr. Switch, this wouldn’t have been a problem!

With that thought, an idea struck me. I sat up.

“That’s it!”

I grew excited, standing up. I quickly cleaned myself up, and then ran to put on some fresh clothing. As I ran out of the bedroom, I stopped and touched Mr. Switch.

“I can fix this.”

I went back to the sex shop. At this point, I was probably a regular. The familiar man nodded as I entered. He didn’t even check my card at this point. This time, I didn’t go to party favors, but I went straight to the dildo section. I looked around for a specific type of dildo. Did they all need to be so big? I wanted it bigger than my husband, but not that much bigger.

In the end, the smallest one that met the criteria I had was still twice as big as my husband. Looking down at it, my eyes widened. Mr. Switch was getting a big upgrade. I bought a full body wall cling that they sold, and I also got a male head with a mouth. It was supposed to be a gay oral sex device, but I didn’t care. The price of everything ended up being quite a lot, but I just charged it to our card.

Then, I ran home and set up Mr. Switch, mark III. The full wall cling was five feet tall. He was still a bit short for me, but tall enough that he looked like a real man. I hung the BJ head right about where his head was supposed to be, using a suction plunger. Finally, I carefully cut out a toggle sized hole into the back of the giant dildo, and then suctioned it to the wall plate. It was made of a soft, skin-like texture, and it had a suction cup at the end so you could attach it to surfaces. With room for the toggle in it, Mr. Switch now was a full-sized man.

“There.” I said when I was finished. “Now, you’re better than him. Will that suffice, Mr. Switch?”

I pulled his dick up, and the lights turned on. As soon as I let go, the dick flopped back down, turning the lights off. Although the switch had grown sensitive, if you pushed it hard enough, it’d work either way. By adding the penis, it just made it easier to push the toggle up so it clicked.

“I’m glad you’re happy.” I smiled, caressing the cheek of the head. “I really love you. You know that? You’re the perfect man. You’re the light of my life. I-if I do get pregnant, I want you to be the father, is that okay?”

I lifted his dick again, causing another flicker of the light. I lifted my mouth to his head and kissed. My tongue explored his rubbery mouth. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best I could come up with. As I kissed him, I felt his hard thing poke my dress between the legs.

“My, my… Mr. Switch, are you just happy to see me?”

I pulled my panties off and lifted my skirt, and then guided his cock to it. It had enough size and flexibility now that we could bang standing up. I slid it into me, and after a little bit, I went into my drawer and added lube.

“Maybe I’m not as wet as I thought, I just depended on smaller sizes.” I blushed.

I had realized after buying this big dick that it was only an average size, seven inches. It felt enormous sliding into me.

With my relationship with Light Switch repaired, the two of us made love all day. Sometimes, he’d take me bent over. Sometimes, we’d do it facing each other. I had even tried to get him to do me over a chair, but it wasn’t the most successful. When we finished, I sucked his cock, tasting our combined lust as I licked him up.

Once I got used to his size, I started to take it harder and faster. I really started to love his dick. It was the best. Weeks passed by, and my relationship with Light only grew stronger. We talked about everything, but mostly we just had a lot of sex. Every day, my husband would come home and complain about this or that. He complained about the light switch a few times. I mostly just ignored him. I was in my own little world, and I loved every moment of it.

However, as our relationship grew longer, we also grew bolder. Sometimes, I’d set him up even though I knew my husband was coming home soon. I once even fucked him while my husband was sleeping in the bed next to us. Unfortunately, the more comfortable you are doing something, the more likely you are to make a mistake. One day, I accidentally left my drawer open.

“What the hell is this!” A roar came from the bedroom.

I was in the kitchen preparing a meal. This was a day that my husband was home, so unless he went out drinking, Mr. Switch and I wouldn’t have any time together. Regrettably, money had been tight lately, so he couldn’t afford to go drinking.

Just when I was going to go investigating, to my horror my husband came walking into the room with the head, penis, and body of Mr. Switch. He chucked the items on the floor in front of me.

“What are these?” He demanded.

“Ah… it’s just… I mean…”

“You don’t really need to say. I saw the bill. I know you’ve been going to that sex shop down the street. You know I see everything on that bill right? You’re the reason we’re struggling this month! God Damn it, Jeanine, you charged up $500 from that sex shop! All for… what? Some sex game?”

I was already growing teary eyed. It was our card, and he made all the money, so how could he not see the bills. I hadn’t really thought about it. He didn’t know about Light though, so that was something.

“I… I…”

“I’ve seen you go there several times recently. That’s why I thought you were cheating on me. I even called off work one day, but you never left the house. Now I know why. You were just fucking giant dildos! Is my dick not big enough, Jeanine?” He yelled, picking it up and tossing it at me.

I finally had enough. With a quivering lip, I glared at him.

“No! You’re not enough! You’re never enough! You haven’t satisfied me in years! If you were a better man, then I wouldn’t need to get it from a light swi-“ I stopped as soon as I realized what I had said.

“A light…” He looked at me, and then raised a finger before turning to the bedroom. “I’m going to rip that fucking thing out the wall.”

“Nooo!” I screamed out and grabbed him.

To my shock, he spun and slapped me with the back of his hand. I fell back to the floor, grabbing my cheek in surprise. He looked just as startled. However, that only lasted a moment before his anger returned. He went to the kitchen, pulled out a screwdriver, and then headed into our bedroom. I could only stay on the ground, my cheek stinging, tears running down my face.

I listened as he went into the bedroom, tearing out the light fixture, and my last feeling of happiness. Just as I felt the height of despair, there was a scream, a buzzing sound, and then the lights all went out as one.

An hour later, I sat in a chair. The police and ambulance were in my apartment. They pulled a white sheet up over my husband before pulling him out into a hearse. There was no need for an ambulance. He was already dead. A cop walked up to me and knelt down.

“It looks like it was just a common accident. A guy in construction, you’d think he’d remember to cut the power before working with electrical circuits.” The cop said. “Ah, I mean, I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am.”

“No, it’s fine.” I said, feeling somewhat numb.

I didn’t know how I felt about it. At the time, I called 911, but I didn’t even think to try anything myself. By the time the ambulance arrived, they were unable to resuscitate him. My husband had tried to get rid of Light Switch… so Light Switch removed my husband. It was surreal. He was looking out for my happiness all this time.

An electrician walked out of the bedroom. In his hand was the light switch, but it was charred black, and there was still a bit of melted plastic. The shock had been extremely strong.

“What’s the diagnosis?” The cop turned and asked him.

“Ah… faulty wiring, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, I mean, the switch had faced a lot of abuse. Someone must have yanked the hell out of it. I’ve found switches seventy years old that were in better shape.”

“You don’t think…” The cop frowned.

“No… no… the wear and tear might have contributed to his death, but ultimately, he’s the one who jammed a screwdriver into a live wire, right? It’ll need to be replaced though.”

“Ah, can you leave it…” I asked as he started to walk away with Light Switch in his hand. “It’s just, I want to make sure I have the right size.”

“Okay miss, but definitely hire an electrician. Don’t try to do it yourself, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” I smiled.

As the electrician walked away, the policeman smiled at me. “Sorry about that. We just have to be thorough. Do you realize how much life insurance your husband had?”

“Hmm?” I blinked. “He mentioned it a few times, but he handled all the finances, so I never thought about it much.”

This was actually the first time I remembered it since he had passed.

“A million-dollar policy.” He responded. “That’s why we had to make sure you weren’t involved in his death. Oh, well, as I said, I’m sorry for your loss.”

Not involved? Hadn’t I been involved? I had been the one to put wear and tear on that switch. I had driven him to the point he acted recklessly. In the end, Light Switch and I ended up working together to kill my husband. The police didn’t expect any of that. Even if I told them the truth, they would likely laugh it off. It was still an accident, any way you looked at it.

The police finally left, and I was alone in my empty house. Sitting on the table where the electrician had placed it was the light switch. I gently reached out and touched the thing. It was such a simple thing. It was a hunk of plastic, really. Yet, it had completely changed my life. I would have been in a loveless marriage for the rest of my life.

Instead, I was able to experience many things. I felt sad that my light switch was broken, but I also came to a realization. I didn’t need him anymore. I didn’t need my husband anymore either. I had remained in this house all of these years, avoiding starting my life. I had used my husband as the perfect excuse. I let him do everything, while I did nothing. Light Switch showed me there was much more to life than that, even in something as simple as a wall toggle.

I went to the bathroom and I cleaned myself up and got dressed. When I left, I was holding a small plastic stick in my hand. Looking down at it, I could only shake my head and chuckle. As I went to grab my purse sitting on the table, my eyes fell on the remains of Light Switch lying next to it. I placed my hand on him and I gently stroked him.

“I really did love you for everything you are and everything you’ve done for me. You’ve truly freed me. Thank you for everything.” I put the stick down next to him, revealing the plus sign on the pregnancy test. “I’ll raise our baby good. I promise. Goodbye, my love.”

With that, I turned out the lights, locked up, and left the crappy little house. It was time that I started my life anew. This time, I would experience it to the fullest. This didn’t feel like an end. This felt like a new beginning.