Kenny looked around, trying to remember where the lube was. They had put it somewhere so it wouldn’t prompt ribald jokes among the housekeeping staff. Oh, the end table. He walked over and retrieved it.
On the bed, Emma was breathing fast, then choked out an “Ooohhhh.”
“You look beautiful, baby. I love when you cum.” He flipped open the top of the lube bottle and poured a few drops onto the dildo. With the bottle closed, he spread the lube on the dildo with his hand. He reached underneath and found the switch on the bottom. It started humming busily.
“Emma? Try this, see how it feels.” He handed the dildo to her. She looked distracted, examined it, held it close in front of her.
When it had passed inspection, she lowered it carefully between her legs, still a little uncertain. She pointed the tip at her pussy and pushed in slowly, just an inch.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, that feels nice.”
“Jesus, Emma. That looks so hot. I’m having a little trouble breathing.”
She was so wrapped up in her sensations that he didn’t think she had heard him. She was pushing it in a little further now, with a bit of a twist in her wrist. She remembered the silver vibrator she was holding and applied it again to her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she said. “Oh, yes.” She had grasped the end of the dildo in her fist and was shoving it in and out fast. Her eyes were barely open and she was grunting, “Unh, unh.”
She was rolling the vibrator side to side over her clit, and the mantra changed to “Ohmigod, ohmigod.” She arched her back and cried out, “Oh, fuck! Yesyesyesyes!” She froze in that position for a moment, then pulled out the dildo and collapsed.
He was speechless for quite some time. Finally, he said, “Christ, baby, that was so hot that if you took that show to Broadway, it’d win a Tony Award for sure. My heart is pounding.”
He was breathing fast. He was surprised how hot that scene had gotten him and wondered why that had gotten his engine racing like that. He’d seen porn starlets using all kinds of sex toys on themselves and, while entertaining, they never got him as hot as he’d gotten just now. Was it just because it was more personal, connected to someone he loved? Was it that she was so sexy and that made it more intense?
He was interrupted by her shifting position on the bed. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Well. That was not quite what I expected. It was a different kind of an orgasm, I think, different from the ones you give me. But nice. A good substitute. In a pinch.” She smiled. He laughed.
“I should take video of you, getting off like that, and dare you to tell me with a straight face that it was just ‘nice’. In a pinch. That was… entertaining. You liked it, though?”
“Yes, I did. And did I remember right, those were the two… least powerful?”
“That’s what she told me anyway. Yes.”
“Okay, then. So maybe I’ll try one of the others. What time is it, anyway?” I told her.
“Right,” she said, “I’ve got time, then. I’ll need a while to recover. Oh, why don’t I tell you about the lunch? Where’d you go, anyway? I looked for you at lunchtime, wanted to introduce you.”
“I stopped at a Wendy’s on the way back, got a burger.”
“We’re going to have to review your culinary habits later. Anyway, four of us had lunch, all girls about my age, from different places. And they’re — we’re — all newlyweds. It was a mix, there was one like me, Amy, first time out in the world, very protective parents, and the other two maybe more party girl types, lots of boyfriends, lots of… experiences. Karen and Barbara.
“It took a while for the subject to come up, and a fair amount of alcohol — I had another margarita, I like those — and finally everyone started talking about expectations, those met and those unfulfilled. I’m talking about sex, if I wasn’t clear.”
He nodded to show he understood what she’d meant.
“It was funny. Well, maybe not so funny. Kinda sad, actually. The two party girls, Karen and Barbara, had clearly had some experience before, they had something to compare it to, and I’ve gotta say, they were both a little disappointed, because they’d both had better hookups — is that the word? — before they got married, and they were expecting something… more.
“Amy was more like me. She didn’t say explicitly, but I knew she’d gotten the same kind of talk from her mother, y’know, close your eyes, grit your teeth, and it’ll be over before you know it.
And in all their cases, it was like, the guys jump on top of them and stick it in, pump until they get off, then pull out and go to sleep. How come you’re not like that, Kenny?”
“Umm, you’re really putting me on the spot, aren’t you? I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with how they relate to the women they married. When I married you, it was because you were funny and smart and you were interested in what I wanted with life. And also because you were drop-dead gorgeous and make my heart palpitate. If you really like and respect someone, you want them to be happy, to make them feel good. Because it makes you feel good. You can’t be self-involved and make that happen.
“I don’t know these guys, so this is pure guesswork, but I’m guessing they all got married because it was time, maybe pressure from the family, maybe because they had to get married ’cause she got knocked up, or maybe because they just wanted to have someone they knew would fuck them because they had to, ’cause they were married. Again, just guesswork. Maybe I’ll meet one or two of them before we leave.”
She raised a finger. “Anyway, they all told their sob stories, feeling progressively more and more sorry for themselves, and finally one of them turned to me and asked, in so many words, how disappointing it had been for me.
“By this time, I was feeling really bad for all of them. These were supposed to be the happiest few days of their lives, and they got bupkis. So I couldn’t really tell them the truth, because it would have sounded like a fabricated story, so I tempered it, and said it hurt the first time, it was painful and I cried, but it got better each successive time, and by the last time it was pretty good. So if you do meet them, that’s what they think about us.”
“I don’t know,” he told her, “I think you should have told them the truth. How the earth moved, and now you’re planning on making up T-shirts with my picture and the legend ‘Do It Like Kenny’.
She grabbed a pillow from beside her and threw it at him. “I don’t know how I missed just now, considering how big your head is.”
She got settled again. “I think I’m ready to try another one now. Which one? Maybe the one that was less intimidating, the Bunny, was that it?”
“Probably the one I said was similar to The Rabbit. With the extension on it. Hold on, I’ll have to dig it out and put in batteries. Wait a mo.”
He pulled the correct one out of the bag on the second try. It took some time to separate it from its packaging, but he finally got it out and found the right batteries for it. He handed it and the bottle of lube to her.