Chapter 5

He slept, completely oblivious to anything that went on around him during the night, strange bed, odd sounds from the hotel, the air conditioner kicking on periodically – he heard none of it. When he woke, trying to remember where he was, he had the fragments of erotic dreams fleetingly drift away. He tried to recall them but couldn’t.

He became aware that there was someone sleeping next to him, and when he opened an eye it hit him full on, the past day coming back to him in a flash, all the details, and he suddenly had a full erection.

He mentally shook himself. For a moment he couldn’t believe his good fortune, that he and this amazing woman were now a unit. People would no longer think of him as ‘Kenny Walsh’; it would now be ‘the Walshes’. “Let’s have the Walshes over for a barbeque.” “Do the Walshes play bridge?”

The thought came to him, I’ll need to watch more porn, get some ideas for new things to try with her. She seems to be up for almost anything, taking to them with great enthusiasm, trying on new ideas. He started making a mental list of things to try, while Emma slept soundly beside him.

He realized that he had to pee, and while he was in there he probably ought to take a shower, too, brush his teeth. He got up quietly, so as not to wake her, and stepped barefoot into the bathroom.

He closed the door halfway so the light wouldn’t hit her, relieved his bladder and flushed.

He still had a stiffy, but shower and teeth first. He ran his fingers through his rumpled hair, debating whether to wash it. Ahh, it was probably okay till tomorrow. He put some toothpaste on the brush and started on his molars.

The door opened and Emma walked in naked, a little bleary eyed. “Morning,” she said. He mumbled a reply around his toothbrush, and she started the same task, leaning over the sink, her boobs swaying. His dick was pointing straight out. How could she not have noticed it?

“I’m going to take a shower,” he tried to enunciate as clearly as possible around the toothbrush in his mouth. “Mmmph unhh,” she replied around hers.

He spit into the sink and rinsed out with some water from the cup, and she did the same. He reached into the shower and turned on the water. He turned around to say something to her and immediately forgot what it was.

She was bent over the sink at her waist, leaning in close to the mirror to pluck at an eyelash, her legs slightly apart. Her pussy lips were exposed and he thought that was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. He wanted to step behind her and pound his dick into her pussy until he filled her with cum.

He made half a step towards her before he thought better of it. Maybe wait till they knew each other better. He didn’t know whether she was a morning person, or if she had to have coffee before she had sex.

Kenny and his stiffy stepped into the shower and adjusted the water temperature. She poked her head around the shower curtain and asked, “Room for two?”

“For you? Always.”

“I forgot my shower cap, so I’ll have to be careful not to get my hair wet. I’ll stay at this end, away from the shower head.”

He passed her the soap and she ran it over her body. He felt his stiffy straining uncomfortably as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Then she reached between her legs and soaped her pussy and he felt his knees start to shake.

She chose that moment to glance back over her shoulder and caught the look on his face. He might as well have had his feelings tattooed on his forehead, it was that clear.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Emma. Death by exhaustion. Turn around and bend over, put your hands on the wall of the shower.”

She looked like she was going to object, then thought better of it. She replaced the soap in the dish, then faced the wall and bent at the waist, bracing herself with her hands.

“Christ, baby, you have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen. I can’t get enough of it.” He fell to his knees, the water streaming down his back, and buried his face in her pussy, kissing and tonguing. He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and forced his tongue inside. Emma moaned, “Oh, Jesus.”

Enough, he thought, I need to do this now. He scrambled to his feet, grabbed the soap long enough to get some on his hand, and stroked the tip of his dick to get it slippery. He took it in his hand, aimed it at her cunt, and leaned forward. It slipped right in.

They both groaned and said, “Oh, God” at the same moment. He pushed in and felt like he was only moments away from cumming, so urgent did it feel.

“Christ, Emma, you have the most perfect pussy in the world, like it’s made especially for my dick alone. This feels so extraordinary, I don’t know how long I can last. I’ve got to do this now.”

He set up a quick rhythm, lost in the feel of her body, feeling his release getting closer and closer. “Oh, baby, so close now, almost there.” He could see that she had taken one hand from the wall and placed it between her legs, rubbing her pussy and her clit hard, making small grunts timed to his thrusts.

Now it was right on the horizon, coming closer. He pounded her pussy harder, more for his need than for hers, and in moments it was on him.

“Oh, Jesus, Emma, I’m cumming, yesyesyes!” he shouted. He hoped the people in the next room hadn’t heard him, but right now he didn’t much care. His orgasm rolled over him, and he could feel his legs shaking. Emma’s hand was still rubbing her clit as if she was trying to erase a mistake.

As it wound down, he heard himself whispering, “Oh, yes, oh, yes.” He slowed until his dick was motionless inside her.

“Oh, my God, baby. I came so hard I’m afraid to move because I might fall down. Give me a minute, please.”

When he finally did pull out of her, slowly, he could see the cum dripping out of her cunt. He placed one hand on the wall turned slowly until the water splashed over his chest and now-limp dick. He felt her arms close around his waist.

“Are you supporting me to keep me from falling down? Thanks.”

“Just part of the service. That was a first. Another fantasy.”

“Really?” He removed the spray shower-head from its clip and passed it to her. She placed it between her legs and sprayed her pussy to wash off the cum.

“Yeah, another one of those scenes from one of the porn flicks, some hot young thing in the shower and her “step-dad” who looks like he’s only two years older than she is, comes into the bathroom naked and does one of those Oh-I-didn’t-know-you-were-in-here things and before you know it they’re screwing in the shower.

“Anyway, even if it was stupid there’s something about sex in the shower that I found hot. Though I never told anyone. You’re the first.” She found the soap and lathered her hand, then scrubbed out the inside of her pussy with her fingers. Kenny thought another erection might not be far off.

“It hadn’t been one of my fantasies, but I think it might become one now. I’ll be the step-dad.”

“I’ll make a note. I think I’m done. Let’s find some breakfast, okay?”

By the time he stepped out of the shower after washing his cock and balls, she was wrapped in a towel, brushing her hair. He toweled quickly and they both dressed. Her comment about breakfast made him aware that he was suddenly hungry.

They found the special hotel restaurant that was devoted solely to breakfast – and why they would need a special room just for breakfast was beyond him – and found a breakfast buffet already prepared. He loaded a plate with more than he usually ate, a bit of everything. She had scrambled eggs and bacon.

“So, we should see what’s available to do here, and make a plan. We can’t spend all of our time in the room.”

He was going to ask why not, then decided not to. She was right, they should spend some time together doing things other than sex.

She went on. “I haven’t looked at all the brochures, but the first one I picked up says they have a spa here, steam baths, mud baths, facials, pedicures, massages, the works. Something I’ve always wanted to try. My mother didn’t approve of those kinds of things, thought it was hedonistic and led to inappropriate behavior. Anyway, this is my chance. You’re welcome to tag along, but it’s probably going to be all women.”

“Uh, that’s fine. I’m sure there are plenty of things for discarded husbands to do here. The hotel’s been at this for a long time, they know the score.” She smiled and threw a piece of blueberry muffin at him.

“When we go back to the room,” she said, “I’ll call and make an appointment for later, and the two of us can look at the other options and make a plan.”

They finished and headed back upstairs. He was suddenly aware of how tired he was. He wouldn’t have traded that tired feeling for anything, considering how it had been earned, but it made him think about pacing. He loved that she was so into learning about her body and about sex, but he didn’t think he could keep up with her in the long run. Eventually they would find an equilibrium, but two more days like yesterday and he was going to have to check into a rest home.

Emma found that the spa had an opening in an hour, so they looked at the other amenities.

There was a pool, of course, and golf, horseback riding, volleyball, sailing or canoeing on the little lake, archery – it was like summer camp for adults. In the evening there were stage shows, a room for dancing, and so on. They picked a few that they thought sounded promising.

“Okay,” she said, “I should probably head down there. I’m guessing it’ll take about three hours, and I might want to get lunch after. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I might take a walk. I might take a nap. I might find a pharmacy where they can give me multivitamins and blood plasma.”

“If I’d known you were so out of shape, I would have enrolled you in an exercise program before we got married. Okay, I’m off. See you later.”

The door clicked shut. He sat in the chair and put his arms behind his head. He was tired, but damn, he felt good. He thought about the past couple of days and wondered if it could get any better. He closed his eyes and when he woke he realized he’d been out for better than thirty minutes.

There was a knock on the door with the call “Maid service”, and he told them to come in. The middle-aged housekeeper nodded to him and proceeded to clean the bathroom and make the bed.

He thanked her as she left and made a mental note to leave a tip for them at the end of their stay.

While the cleaning had been going on, he had started thinking again about finding a pace that the two of them could live with. Emma was enthusiastic, eager, making up for lost time, wanting to try everything. He was a happy participant, but her ability to do return bouts far outpaced his. He would not be able to keep up with her, and he didn’t want her to become frustrated.

As the housekeeper closed the door behind her, he had an idea. I wonder if she’d like that, he thought. He got up and found the local phone directory in the credenza, and skimmed through it until he found a place not far away. He called the parking attendant from the list beside the phone and asked him to bring his rental car around.

When he returned and used his keycard, he found her lying on the bed, reading.

“Have you been ‘spa-ed’?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, it was fabulous. I’m thinking I should buy a gift certificate for my mother. If she does it, it’ll loosen her right up. I did the mud bath, then a shower and a little time in the steam room. Then I got a manicure and a pedicure, and finally a real massage. By a Russian woman named Olga. So she told me. I wasn’t really sure. It could’ve been a Russian man named Pyotr, he or she was that big and muscular, huge hands and a deep voice. Anyway, by the time I got through, I was loose as a goose. The people from the bank will be here soon to arrange a loan to pay for the afternoon. Very competitive rates. Don’t look like that, I’m joking.

“Anyway, it was real nice, and there were a lot of other women there, some my age, and a lot of them newlyweds, as it turns out. So we got to talking and we wound up having lunch afterwards. Fun girls. I’ll tell you more later. What’d you do?”

“I took a trip. I went and bought you some presents.”

“For me? Presents? Where? What’d you get me?” He thought she looked like a child at her birthday party, that same kind of eagerness.

He held up the plastic bag. “It occurred to me that I may not always be around when you get in the mood.”

“What do you mean? Show me.”

“This wound up costing me more than I’d thought it was going to, but consider it an experiment.” He upended the bag over the bed and the contents spilled out onto the duvet.

She stared. In a quiet voice, she said, “Oh. My. God.”

“Like I said, Emma, it’s an experiment, maybe you won’t like all of them, but some of them could be fun. I wasn’t sure. Do you have any of your own?”

She shook her head. “My mother is like the world’s greatest detective. In her own mind, that is. I always called it nosiness. It’s why I never kept a diary, even when I was ten. She’d have been looking through it, checking for anything that was inappropriate. Periodically, she’d even go through my closet and my dresser, ostensibly to find old clothes that had to be retired.”

“So no dildos, no vibrators?”

“Uh-uh. My girlfriends had them, so I’ve seen them, but it’s not the kind of thing you share with your friends. This one looks like something from Cape Canaveral.” She picked up the plastic display package.

“Yeah, I actually had a long conversation with the saleswoman” – Emma’s head shot up suspiciously – “who was a very pleasant, middle-aged lady who knew a lot about women’s bodies, so these are mostly her suggestions. That one you’re holding is like the one they call The Rabbit. It has a main shaft that vibrates and rotates, and the tip twists, and the smaller extension hits your clit and has its own vibrator. She says it’s one of her favorites.

“The long, silver one is just a vibrator, usually used on your clit if you don’t want something big inside. It has a bunch of different vibration patterns.

“Oh, and this one? This is like the mother of all vibrators, the Magic Wand. If a woman has never had an orgasm, this will get her off, guaranteed. You’ll be shouting hallelujah.

“This pink one that looks like an alien dick, well, it’s a vibrator that you push in and out yourself. Some women prefer them, she said, better control, but make up your own mind.

“This one here – well, I didn’t see it working, but she says it vibrates and has a kind of sinusoidal motion than makes it feel like it’s moving inside you. I thought it might be too big, but she said to use some lube and it goes right in and you get right off.”

She swallowed. “That one looks even bigger than you. And it’s got that big mushroom head. It might be a tight fit. And these? They don’t look like dildos.”

“Umm, no, they’re not. You’ll have to make up your own mind about these. They’re butt plugs. They come in different sizes. These are small, to start with. This one here is just a plain, no-frills plastic butt plug that you lube up and it slides into your ass. It has that bulbous tip so it doesn’t accidentally slip out of your butt. You have to intentionally pull it out. And it’s got that flange at the end so it doesn’t go too far into your butt. It’s very similar to the one your great-aunt Tilly used.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“This one,” he said, picking it up, “is the same thing, a butt plug, but it has a vibrator built in – that’s the little switch on the end. I’m told by the experts that once you flick that on you can achieve orbit easily.”

She paused, taking it all in, then gulped. “And that one?” she said, pointing to a plain cardboard box.

“That’s for another time, after you get used to these. A special surprise.”

She picked up the bottle. “You got more lube, too?”

“Yeah. Just in case you run out.”

“I’m ... This is a little scary, Ken. These look so ... industrial. They’re phallic, but all those buttons and appendages...”

“I’ll bet half the women in America have a couple of these hidden in their closet or underwear drawer. They’re tools, with a single purpose – to get women off. A lot of women, you must know this, a lot of women have a difficult time cumming from a guy’s dick inside them. And most guys don’t really spend a lot of time on foreplay, oral sex, caressing, those kinds of things. So for most women, if they want an orgasm, they use a tool designed for the purpose. Like these.

“I dunno, maybe you won’t like them at all, and we’ll have to sell them at our next garage sale.”

She looked shocked, then realized he was making a joke to lighten the mood.

“So, do these plug in to the wall outlet or what?”

“Oh, right, I forgot. Here.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a handful of batteries. “These should work. I stopped at a dollar store on the way back and bought a bunch. The Magic Wand plugs in to the wall, though.”

She looked overwhelmed. “I don’t know why I’m feeling so embarrassed. All the stuff we’ve done since yesterday. This feels like a different thing, these kinds of toys. Maybe because they’re intended just for my use. You’re like an afterthought.”

“Actually, I think it’d be really hot to watch you play with some of these. I’d probably wind up cumming on the rug. That’s not a conversation I’d like to have with the housekeeping staff. Though now that I think about it, it must have happened many times before, given the number of newlyweds who stay here.”

She smiled at that, agreeing with him. “I don’t know where to start,” she said quietly.

“Yeah, it does seem overwhelming. Maybe I overdid it. But I kept imagining you playing with this one or that one, and that image was so hot that I had to add just one more to the mix. I think the saleslady would suggest starting with something simple, see how it feels. Maybe that pink one, and the silver vibrator. Fewer buttons and appendages.”

She nodded, not yet sure. She looked up at him. “Now?”