A Trip to the (Sex) Toy Store

“Are you sure about this?” Jack asked.

“Honey, what are you so worried about?” Willow said as she brushed a few stray hairs out of her eyes and looked at her husband with a smile on her face.

Jack nervously adjusted his glasses – an absentminded habit that cropped up more when he was feeling anxious – and scanned the storefront of the sex shop they’d just pulled up to.

“I honestly don’t know,” he said. “This just feels weird to me. Is it weird that it feels weird to me?”

“Honestly?” Willow said as she took his hand in hers. “A little. I mean, I feel like most men would be excited that their wives wanted to go to a novelty shop and buy a sex toy, and yet you seem like you’re freaking out.”

Jack adjusted his glasses again. His wife was right. He was freaking out, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Jack, honey, look at me,” Willow said.

Jack pulled his gaze from the storefront and looked at his wife. He stared into her pretty blue eyes and at her cute little nose. He admired her freckles and the way her soft red hair framed her face. He knew she was better looking than him, that he likely married a little bit above his number. Maybe that had something to do with his nervousness.

“You have nothing to worry about,” Willow said. “We’re going to go inside. We’re going to look at some of the sex toys. We’re probably going to go home with one and then we’re going to play with it. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“It does,” Jack said. “It really does.”

“Good,” Willow said before she leaned close and gave him a kiss that included a surprise visit from her tongue. It left Jack feeling a little bit aroused, which he suspected was the purpose.

Jack watched his wife get out of the car and got a great look at her ass when a strong breeze blew her loose, lovely sundress up around her waist. She giggled while struggling to push the dress down and scampered towards the front door as Jack joined her.

“Are you ready?” Willow said as she grabbed the door handle.

Jack nodded and his wife pulled the door open and walked into the store. He followed close behind and was surprised that the inside was far less seedy than he expected. The store was brightly-lit with well-organized shelves, signs directing customers to the department of their choice, and a soundtrack of pleasing classic rock setting the mood for it all.

“Let me know if I can help you with anything,” a voice said.

Jack turned and saw an exceptionally good-looking guy standing behind the register with his phone in front of him.

“Oh, thank you,” Willow said as she gently tugged at the hem of her dress.

The guy smiled and Jack was quite certain his wife blushed a little. His insecurity flared up as there was no question the man behind the register was better looking and in far better shape than Jack.

“Actually, could you direct us to the toys?” Willow asked.

“Sure,” the guy said as he came out from behind the register. “I’m Oliver, by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Oliver. I’m Willow and this is my husband Jack,” Willow said.

“Good to meet you both,” Oliver said as he led them towards their destination. “It’s nice to see a couple my age in the store, to be honest. Most of the time it’s older couples. People our age tend to go online to find what they’re looking for these days.”

“We considered that,” Willow said. “I don’t know why, but I wanted to do it in person. I feel like we’d end up having to order half a dozen different toys to get the right one if we were ordering them online.”

Oliver laughed. “I think you’re right. We get a surprising amount of people that come in trying to return a toy they ordered online, like we’re some kind of clearing house for when you fuck up your Amazon order and don’t want to go through the hassle of shipping it back.”

“See, honey?” Willow said. “We made the right decision.”

“So, these two aisles here encompass our toy selection. You can find almost anything you could possibly want, so it really comes down to what you’re looking for. There are vibrators of all kinds, dildos designed for penetration, anal toys for guys and girls…”

“What makes an anal toy different for guys than for girls?” Willow asked.

“Good question,” Oliver said. “The ones designed for guys are made to stimulate the prostate and help offer a different kind of pleasure.”

“How interesting,” Willow said.

Jack marveled at the confidence and ease with which his wife was talking about sex toys. He couldn’t quite get over his sense of shyness at the idea of buying an aid to improve their sex life, but she seemed fully on board and was even indulging in conversation with Oliver.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, who are we shopping for?” Oliver asked.

“Oh, I don’t…” Jack began.

“For me,” Willow said, cutting her husband off. “We didn’t really come with anything specific in mind, other than we were looking for something to add a little flavor in the bedroom.”

“Okay,” Oliver said. “I don’t mean to pry and you can stop me if I’m getting too personal, but have you watched any videos that feature toys you really like, or even videos that inspire a certain kind of desire in you?”

“A certain kind of desire?” Willow asked with a flirty kind of curiosity in her voice that flared up Jack’s insecurity.

“Again, stop me if I’m crossing a line here, but just as a for instance we have a fair number of couples who come in here looking for a toy like this,” Oliver said as he pulled a package with a rather large black dildo inside from the shelf. “They’ve generally watched interracial videos online – Blacked.com is a very popular provider of that kind of content – and they come looking for a way to recreate that kind of lust without actually introducing another man into their marriage.”

“Wow,” Willow said as she reached out and ran her fingers over the packaging. “There are women that can take something this size? That thing is huge.”

“There are women that find great pleasure in taking something this size,” Oliver said. “And there are women with husbands that find even more pleasure in watching their wives take something this size.”

Jack stared at the toy and felt a kind of insecurity he knew was ridiculous. No one had a cock that big. Almost no one, at least. That didn’t stop him from feeling a little bad about the decidedly average size of his cock, though.

“We haven’t watched any videos,” Jack said.

“Actually,” Willow interjected, “I’ve watched some.”

For a few moments the most awkward silence Jack had ever experienced hung in the air. He looked at Oliver and at his wife, both of whom steadfastly refused to meet his gaze.

“Oh, well, okay then,” Jack said. “What kind of videos?”

Willow smiled at Jack and said, “I’m sorry. I really should have told you before.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” he said. “Like you said in the car, most men would be thrilled that their wife wanted to come to a sex toy shop and buy something for them to play with. Most men would also be thrilled to know their wives had watched any kind of porn, let alone enjoyed it.”

“He’s right,” Oliver said. “If you found something that turns you on there’s no reason you should be apologizing for it.”

Jack was a little annoyed that the stranger they’d just met was trying to finish his thought, but Oliver happened to be right.

“Well, I keep coming back to videos with girls enjoying, well, men of a certain size,” Willow said.

Jack knew the sense of insecurity that filled him wasn’t misplaced. His wife had just confessed to watching big cock porn videos. She’d seemingly confessed to getting turned on by them and he figured there was a good chance she was masturbating to those videos too.

“Is that what you’d like, then?” Oliver asked.

“I would,” Willow said as she directed her gaze towards the floor and tugged at her dress. She seemed a little embarrassed to be asking for such a thing.

“It’s okay,” Jack said as he took his wife’s hand. He felt a little embarrassed that she was basically asking Oliver to find her a bigger cock to fuck, but he loved her desperately and he wanted Willow to have what she needed. “You don’t have to feel bad about this, honey. You deserve to have what you want.”

Willow looked up at him and smiled as a wave of emotion swept across her face. “Thank you,” she said.

She turned to Oliver and said, “I’d like a big toy, and I don’t mean to sound racist or anything, but I don’t really like the black ones.”

Oliver laughed and said, “It’s not racist. You’re free to like whatever you want.”

He moved down the aisle and stopped in front of a selection of toys that seemed to be what Willow was looking for.

“Do any of these seem appealing to you?” Oliver asked.

Willow stepped in front of the selection of toys and bent over. Her dress rode up and her soft, smooth thighs were exposed. Jack stared and then looked up at Oliver and saw the other man doing the same thing.

“It’s okay if you want one that’s more lifelike,” Oliver said.

Willow turned back and looked at him. “Why do you say that?”

Oliver smiled and said, “Because you keep staring at them. You wouldn’t be the first woman that’s come in here looking for something to satisfy her needs, Willow. It’s perfectly understandable that you’d want a more lifelike dildo to better simulate a big cock sliding in and out of you.”

Jack’s eyes went wide as the tone in Oliver’s voice changed from professional to borderline pornographic. What he’d said seemed entirely over the line, too. He was basically talking dirty to Willow, which was beyond unacceptable.

Jack was going to say something, but his wife’s reaction tempered his anger. Willow didn’t seem the slightest bit offended. In fact, it seemed like Oliver’s words had the opposite effect.

She stood up and turned to Oliver before saying, “How do you know that’s what I want?”

“I’ve worked here for a little more than a year now, Willow. I’ve seen a few thousand couples come in. I’ve seen hundreds of women like you searching for something that will give them what they need, what their husbands can’t give them.”

Neither Oliver nor Willow looked at Jack. They acted like he wasn’t there, though they were very clearly talking about him.

“In your experience, is a toy enough to satisfy those women?” Willow asked.

“Not in my experience, no,” Oliver said.

“How do you know that?” Willow asked.

Oliver finally glanced at Jack. A confident smile crossed his face and he reached out, grasped Willow by the waist, and pulled her a little closer.

“Because a toy can’t replace the feeling of a big cock fucking you. It can’t replace the feeling of a man between your legs. It can’t replace the feeling of offering yourself to someone who knows how to use his big cock to give you the kind of pleasure every woman craves,” Oliver said.

Jack adjusted his glasses and clenched his fists as he tried to contain the fury building inside him. He wasn’t sure if he was more annoyed with his wife or with Oliver, but they were both subjects of his ire. Why was Willow letting Oliver touch her? Why was he hitting on Jack’s wife right in front of him?

“How do you know that, Oliver?” Willow asked. “How do you know that a toy can’t satisfy a woman the same way a cock can?”

“Because a lot of the women that come in here with their husbands come back. Only they come back alone. They come back seeking something other than a toy,” he said.

“What are they seeking?” Willow asked as she reached up and rested her hand on Oliver’s chest.

“They come here for me, Willow. They want me to fuck them. They want me to give them what their husbands can’t. They want me to show them what it feels like when someone with a big cock fills them,” Oliver said.

“And what do you do?” Willow asked as her hand slowly moved down Oliver’s chest and over his stomach.

“I fuck them,” he answered.

Jack’s fury had quickly transformed to confusion centered on himself. Why wasn’t he doing anything? Why was he standing there watching his wife throw herself at another man? Why was he standing there as Oliver openly tried to seduce Willow?

“Does your husband satisfy you, Willow?” Oliver asked as he slowly lifted the hem of her dress.

“No, he doesn’t,” she answered.

“Is that why you’re here?” Oliver asked as he exposed Willow’s panties. “Are you looking for the kind of satisfaction your husband can’t give you?”

Willow nodded as Oliver pushed his fingers into her panties.

“Would you like to pick one of these toys and take it home?” Oliver asked. “Would you like to pick out a nice big cock and fuck it as your husband watches?”

Willow moaned as Oliver played with her pussy, all while Jack stood there watching and doing nothing to stop any of it.

“No? That’s not what you want?” Oliver said as Willow let her fingers drift between the other man’s legs. “What is it you want, Willow?”

Willow turned and looked at Jack, giving him a perfect view of Oliver’s fingers working in her panties. He saw that his wife was groping the other man’s rather large cock through his jeans, too. She was basically already cheating on him and he still wasn’t doing anything.

Then Willow glanced at Jack’s crotch. He looked down and saw a bulge there. He’d been so consumed by his anger and confusion that he hadn’t noticed he’d gotten hard.

Willow turned back to Oliver and said, “I want you to fuck me. And I want my husband to watch.”

Oliver took Willow’s hand in his and led her towards the register. He walked past it, pushed open the door that said “Employees Only” and pulled her into a deep, sensual kiss as Jack followed close behind.

Oliver worked Willow’s panties off and she managed to get his pants off with surprising ease. He picked her up, set her on the desk, and rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy.

“Tell me what you want,” Oliver said.

“Fuck me,” Willow answered. “I want you to fuck me. Please. Please give me your cock. I need it. I need it so badly.”

Jack stood by the door and watched as Oliver slid his cock into Willow’s pussy. He watched another man fuck his wife and he did nothing. He saw her legs wrap around the other man and he did nothing. He saw Oliver thrust into his wife’s pussy over and over and he did nothing.

“Take your cock out,” Willow said as she turned to Jack. “Jerk off while he fucks me. Don’t be scared of it, baby. I can see how hard you are. I can see that you like this. Just have some fun with it.”

Oliver fucked her harder and faster as Willow looked back at the man inside her. She pulled his shirt off and ran her fingers over his muscular arms and chest.

“You’re so fucking hot and your cock feels so fucking good inside me,” Willow said between lusty moans.

Oliver pulled Willow’s dress over her head and she swiftly unhooked her bra and tossed it at Jack. It fell at his feet.

Jack had never fucked his wife like Oliver was fucking her. He’d never fucked her with such aggression and power. He’d never taken her on a desk. He’d never fucked her in such a desperate, wild, unhinged manner. He’d never made her moan like she was moaning with Oliver inside her. She’d never wrapped her legs around him like that. She’d never seemed so intent on having him inside her.

Jack unzipped his pants and pushed them to his ankles. He spit in his hand and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He masturbated as he watched something far hotter than a porn unfold in front of him. He separated himself from the anxiety and humiliation he was feeling and simply enjoyed the sight of his wife having truly great sex.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Willow said. “Make me cum, Oliver. Make me fucking cum!”

Oliver found another gear and fucked her harder and faster. He pounded Willow’s pussy and the room filled with the sounds of his body slamming into hers.

“Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” Willow screamed.

Oliver fucked her right through the orgasm and then buried his cock inside her. They kissed as she kept her legs wrapped tightly around him.

“That was exactly what I needed,” she said. “I can’t believe how good that felt.”

They kissed again and Oliver began to move his cock in and out of her.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

Willow nodded and pulled her legs back, opening as wide as possible to accommodate him. Oliver rested his hands on the desk and began to pump his cock in and out of her slippery pussy with great power.

Willow turned to Jack and asked, “Are you going to cum, honey?”

Jack nodded at his wife as he stood there and stroked his cock.

“I want you to cum when he cums inside me, okay?” she said.

Jack nodded again and Willow turned her attention to Oliver.

“Cum inside me when you’re ready,” she said. “It’s the least I can do for you after the orgasm you gave me.”

Oliver looked at her and smiled before indulging in a passionate kiss.

“You like that, don’t you?” Willow asked. “I’ll bet you like cumming in another man’s wife. I’ll bet you like it even more while he’s watching.”

Oliver smiled, looked over at Jack, and buried his cock in Willow’s pussy. His face contorted with pleasure.

“Fuck yes. Give it to me. Cum inside me,” Willow said.

Jack spurted on the floor. Pleasure rushed through his body and he felt a sensation of the purest bliss as he spilled his cum while someone else climaxed inside his wife.

Oliver pulled out and some of his cum followed as Willow stayed on the desk with her legs spread.

“Can I come back next week?” Willow asked.

“Absolutely,” Oliver said as he pulled his pants up and put his cock away. “Bring your husband, too. You’re right, it’s more fun with him watching.”

“I will,” Willow said as she looked at Jack. “Isn’t that right, honey? You’re coming back with me, right?”

Jack looked at the cum he’d sprayed all over the floor and at his wife and her messy, leaking pussy.

“Yes, I’m coming back,” he said.

They wouldn’t be going home with a sex toy, but Willow had certainly found what she was looking for.