Times Square Store Gives These First-Timers a Taste of the Fun Sex Toys Can Offer

It was a perfectly lovely night. My husband and I were on our way to a Broadway play. We’d gone out for a nice dinner beforehand and shared a bottle of wine. We still had some time to kill before curtain time, so we walked through Times Square, hand in hand. We had fallen into this pattern where things were cordial all the time. Pleasant, but not that exciting.

We were walking along, looking in store windows, when we came across a sex shop. I stared at the movie posters, which all had pictures of gorgeous girls wearing skimpy outfits. “Want to go in?” my husband joked, probably thinking I would never go for it. But that night was different. I was tired of being the pleasant, dependable girl, and decided right then and there that I needed to shake things up.

“Let’s do it,” I said, and pulled Kenny toward the door. He stopped in his tracks and looked at me like I was crazy. “Come on. Live a little,” I said with a wink. I’ve never seen a bigger smile on his face. We hurried into the store, both of us giggling the entire time. You might be thinking: What’s the big deal? I mean, big whoop, they went into a sex shop. But if you knew us, you’d have known what a huge step it was for us.

I was nervous when we first entered. I kept expecting to see seedy people hanging around, but everyone looked like normal folks, just like us. I had never seen anything like the stuff that was on display. I’d never even owned a vibrator before, yet there I was, looking at dozens of them hanging in plain sight! I couldn’t believe how many colors and sizes they came in. As I admired the phalluses, I felt a tingle of arousal spark inside my cunt. Some dildos were out of their boxes and laid out on a table for display purposes, and I worked up the nerve to pick one up. I jiggled the heavy silicone back and forth and thought about what it might feel like in my pussy. My heart fluttered with excitement. “Are we actually going to buy something?” I asked Kenny.

“Anything your heart or pussy desires,” was how my husband responded. I couldn’t believe he’d said the word pussy to me in a public place, and I suddenly felt very naughty and incredibly daring.

I scanned the shelves. The first thing that really caught my eye was a triangular pillow that seemed to be some sort of positioning ramp. The pictures on the box were intriguing, illustrating how it could be used to achieve and hold positions that were not normally comfortable. I could picture Kenny bending me over this thing, my ass up in the air like the girl’s in the picture, as he did me doggie-style. “I want that!” I announced. “I want you to do me like this,” I said, pointing to a picture on the box.

Kenny just smiled and asked what else I wanted. Next I picked up these unusual-looking thong panties. I call them panties, but they really were more of a toy. They had strips of beads positioned in the crotch that were intended to stimulate your labia. There was enough room for a cock to slip through, allowing the beads to massage both partners at the same time. And as an added bonus, there was a small vibrator that was strategically placed over where your clit would be. “Can you imagine how good this would feel?” I said to Kenny.

He examined the box and smiled. “Your wish is my command. Anything else?” I didn’t want to get too crazy. “That’s it for tonight,” I said, and he paid for our toys.

When we walked out of the store, Kenny looked at his watch. “Shit!” he said. “The play’s about to start. We’ll never make it.”

I was so happy to hear him say that. “I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the show anyway. Can we skip it? I want to go home and play.”

We couldn’t get home fast enough. I was clutching the brown bag with my new thong in it the whole time, while Kenny lugged the pillow. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other on the train. He kept rubbing my thighs, and I grabbed his ass every chance I could.

By the time we arrived at our apartment, we were ripping off each other’s clothes. Kenny was kissing me harder than he ever had before. I couldn’t remember the last time we were so hot for each other, but I managed to pull myself away. “Wait,” I demanded. “I’m going into the bathroom to put on the panties. You get the cushion ready.” We parted after a deep tongue kiss, and then I skipped off to the bathroom to get ready.

They felt like nothing I’d ever worn before. The beads rested against my pussy lips, and the thong’s strap was nestled enticingly between my ass cheeks. I entered our bedroom wearing only the thong, my breasts bare and my nipples as hard as two little pebbles. Kenny was waiting, already stripped down to his boxers. He gasped when he saw me. “You look so hot,” he said. That was the first time he’d ever described me as “hot,” and I loved it.

He led me over to the pillow, which was positioned in the middle of the bed. I sat back against it, so that I was propped up a little. Then he spread my legs and started using his tongue to flick at the beads covering my pussy. It felt awesome as he spun the little beads against my aroused sex. But the best part was looking over in the mirror above my dresser and seeing my husband in action. The ramp had placed me in the perfect position so I could enjoy our reflection, and I found that it really turned me on. Although his pussy licking felt great, I wanted to taste his cock and told him so. He took off his shorts and then turned on the little vibrator in my panties. The whole time I sucked his cock, the vibe was buzzing away and making me crazier and crazier.

Once I got his cock to maximum hardness, I told him to stick it in me. I flipped myself over on the pillow so that my ass was up in the air, in the perfect position for Kenny to enter me from behind. As he thrust into me, the beads rolled against my pussy and his cock. The sensation caused us both to moan. “This feels so fucking incredible,” Kenny said as the beads massaged his shaft. My vibe was still humming right along, teasing my clit as the spinning beads continued to stimulate my labia with each thrust. It was so different. I never thought sex could be this good!

Positioned as I was, Kenny was able to pound me deeper than ever. That, combined with the toys, was all too much, and I came hard. Until that night, I was satisfied as soon as I climaxed, but on this night, I was nowhere close to being sated. That first orgasm barely took the edge off, and I was desperate for more.

Kenny was only too happy to oblige. At my request, we turned the pillow so I could be bent over the ramp and still catch our reflection in the mirror. Kenny switched off the vibe and slid my panties down my legs, tossing them aside. We were done with those for the moment. He knelt behind me and slid his shaft back into my cunt. As he fucked me, I fixated on our reflection. We looked just like the couple pictured on the box. I felt like such a porn star. I was clutching at the sides of the ramp as I felt another orgasm quickly swelling inside me. I could tell Kenny was on the edge, too. He was picking up speed, thrusting into me harder and faster. He was about to erupt, and I was right there with him. My second orgasm was even more intense than my first. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, not caring if the neighbors heard me. I wanted everyone to know how good I was getting fucked and how good Kenny’s cream felt shooting inside me.

That incredible night happened many years ago, and our sex life has only gotten better since. A simple trip to the sex shop saved our marriage from becoming stale and boring. Since then, we take regular trips to all sorts of adult-toy shops. We now take turns picking out stuff we want to try and then run home to see who can make the other come first. I even discovered that I love porn movies. When Kenny goes on business trips, I’ll pop in a DVD and use my vibrator to get myself off while he listens in on the phone. He loves it and always jerks off on the other end of the line. And before we get off the phone, I make him promise to bring me home a present—and he always makes sure it’s something dirty.

—Ms. Jody P., New York, New York