This post contains strong language (L).
I was doing some grocery shopping for our home when I received a text message from my wife, Lucy, with the following words: “There is a new sex shop at the following address. They have a special on toys, and I want you to stop there to see if you can find something new and exciting…”
The address that she gave was very strange, and only later in this story will you understand why I mentioned that. I stopped my shopping immediately and rushed to the address.
I have been looking for a way to spice things up in the bedroom and had the feeling that this was going to be a key to open many locks and secret chests filled with treasure.
But I never expected to find what I did.
I arrived at the address that Lucy mentioned and walked up to the front door. It was a private home and not the normal ‘shop’ that you would expect. There was a handwritten notice on the door reading, “SEX TOYS – SPECIAL VIEWING BY ARRANGEMENT.” What did that mean? I had no idea but was going to find out very soon. The door was open and I walked in. I was greeted by a woman with a very short “Schoolgirl” dress, including a low-cut blouse, and her pointed nipples showed clearly that there was no bra over those titties.
Her plush rosy lips curled into a smile. Long, dark brown, curly hair fell down her arched back as she turned her head to me and asked, “How can I serve you?”
“My wife asked me to come and see if I could find something new for her to use.”
“Well, let me see how I can help you. Tell me a little about your wife. Does she like clitoral stimulation or deep penetration, or does she like both?”
I tried to sound very calm as I said, “My wife is a super cummer. She can orgasm from every type of stimulation. She just loves to have her pussy attacked from all positions. What can you suggest?”
I blinked a few times, swallowing hard and trying to ignore my hard cock pressing into my pants. She was holding a small pink toy that looked like an alien to me.
How about this one?”
“What does it do?” I asked, clearing my throat and nearly swallowing my tongue.
“It’s a perfect toy for clitoral stimulation,” she explained with a pleasant smile. “You see this small tiny hole right here?” She brushed a finger over the curving top where the hole was. “You press this to your wife’s clitoris; turn it on, and voila! Sonic wave technology promises a mind-blowing orgasm within minutes.”
I walked closer to her, smelling the aroma of a sexually excited woman. I put out my hand and started inspecting the little alien resting in her palm. Would my wife like that? I wasn’t sure…
“Would you like to see me demonstrate it for you so that you can see how it works?” she asked, her face still pleasant and warm, but I didn’t miss the way she looked down at the bulge in my pants.
“Are you serious!? Is that even a possibility?”
She smiled once more. “Absolutely. Have a seat, and I’ll be with you in a minute or two.”
I walked over to the small lounge area in the middle of the ‘shop’, making myself comfortable on one of the armchairs, and laced my fingers together. My cock twitched with anticipation; it was as if I was in a movie. My heart was beating like a jackhammer in my chest.
A few moments later, the shopping assistant came back. I wasn’t sure where she went, but I hoped it was to lock the door and turn off the cameras. I glanced around, searching for them, but I couldn’t see any in the corners by the ceiling. Maybe, they didn’t have any here.
She planted her round little ass on the sofa in front of me, and we locked gazes. Her hands traveled to her thighs, lifting her short schoolgirl skirt up all the way to her waist, revealing a daring hot pink thong that left nothing to the imagination.
I swallowed hard.
Once the skirt was out of her way, she sprawled on the couch, leaning her back against the cushions with one leg bent over the sofa to give me the best view of her beautiful pussy. Slowly, she ran her fingers up and down her inner thighs and touched her pussy every time she passed from one to the other. I couldn’t look away. My stare was fixed on her movements and on the expression on her face. It was so clear that she was burning with passion and unadulterated lust.
“You see, here is the button that turns the toy on and off,” she said, holding the toy for me to see. I could barely focus with her legs spread out in front of me. “And here, you can also choose the intensity of vibrations.”
All I could do was nod. I wanted to scream at her, “Turn that thing on!”
She gave me a seductive smile, pressed the button, and the toy awoke. It buzzed with a silent vibration. Slowly, she slipped one finger under her underwear, pushing it aside and giving me a lovely unobstructed view of her clitoris and the folds.
She was pretty and pink, and I wanted to bury my face into her. But I made no moves. I just stared at her and could hear my own heavy breathing. I was watching her intently.
As she brought the tip of the toy to her clit, a gasp escaped her lips, and she arched her back, throwing her head back.
Shit, was it that effective?
Her hips bucked forward as the toy continued buzzing over her, and I had to adjust myself because my pants were suddenly too tight. She moaned louder, pressing the toy closer to her clit, and soon her hips were rolling, chasing after her pleasure.
Fascinating. I have always found pleasure in watching Lucy pleasure herself, but this was a massive turn-on.
I wet my lips, and then her gaze found mine.
“You see, it’s very effective,” she said, breathless.
I flashed her a half-grin. “I can see that. My wife enjoys her G-spot stimulation. Do you have anything for that?”
The shopping assistant removed the toy from herself, breathing heavily. Even from where I sat, I could already see the wetness gathered between her legs. Her pink panty had a very dark patch where her pussy juices had flowed out.
She was close, oh so close. But I didn’t let her finish. Not yet.
After a moment of thinking, she rose to her feet. “I think I know a perfect option. I’ll be right back.”
She swung her ass in my direction and disappeared for a moment. When she came back, there was another toy in her hand, a wand with a flattened nub at the end. It was quite thick and I immediately saw that she was going to have to stretch that pussy a lot to get that thing inside her.
“This bad boy is perfect for G-spot stimulation,” she said, waving the toy in her hand.
“I would like to see it in action if that’s possible.”
She grinned, eyeing me once more. “Of course. It will only be my pleasure to show you what it can do for your wife.”
She returned to her seat on the sofa, taking the same position and spreading her legs wide for me. Once again, she pushed the hot pink thong aside and pressed the toy to her entrance.
“It also has buttons here at the end that let you control the vibrations,” she said before pushing the toy inside. “If your wife is not yet ready for penetration, she can always press it on her clit for some warm-up before trying to get it inside. I think it might be better for you to come and sit on this chair right in front of me. I hope your wife will be able to accommodate such a thick dildo?”
As I sat down on the chair, I could clearly smell her wet pussy, and I was so hard that I was scared that I might cum in my pants.
She slid the toy to her clit and back.
“I think she might be able to handle that thick thing in her pussy as long as she is very wet,” was all I could muster.
Clearly pleased with leaving me near-speechless, she started pushing the toy inside, it gliding easily because of how wet she already was. She had to push it in and take it out a little at a time because it was truly a thick shaft that was entering her. Another moan escaped her, and a few moments later, she was back to arching her back and rolling her hips.
Her gentle, soft moans and whimpers and the way her body moved, so free and hungry for pleasure, were driving me mad. I wanted to shove my hand into my pants and free my cock, diving for my own pleasure after her.
But I couldn’t. There was some sort of satisfaction in watching her without touching myself. Not yet.
Her breathing got more shallow and heavy, and her head rolled on the back of the couch from one side to another. When she bit her lip, her muscles tensing, I knew she was very close to her orgasm.
“And would it work with both of them at the same time?” I questioned, bringing her back to the present.
Her eyes blinked slow and lazily, hands stilling. She licked her lips and then said, “I am not sure what it will do, but let’s find out.”
Without any further directions from me, she found the first toy by her side on the couch and turned it on. Leaning back again, her eyes locked with mine, she brought the vibrating toy to her clit and gasped. “Oh, fuck.”
Her hips were once more rolling, neck and face flushed.
“Does that feel good?”
She bit her lip, nodding frantically. Her movements had become fast and erratic, chasing pleasure. I smiled to myself, rubbing my chin.
And then, her whole body tensed. Her legs trembled and her eyes rolled back in her head as she came with a loud moan. She could not stop. She was on a roll and just kept on cumming—very loudly! The words and sounds coming out of her pretty little mouth were not very ladylike. Once wave after wave of pleasure had passed, she sighed heavily, opening her eyes and removing the toys from her sensitive flesh. The next moment, she took off her wet panty and threw it at me. “Are you satisfied? Would you like to buy one of these for your wife?”
“I think you convinced me,” I said, rising to my feet. “I’ll take them both.”
“Thanks, Maxx, for playing “sex-shop” with me,” Lucy said. “Now take off your pants and come and fuck me with that hard cock. Just get the butt-plug on the table first because I need that while you are hammering my pussy doggy-style.”
I will visit that address again any time that I am invited.
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