After fucking myself senseless with my new toy, my lust was sated for the time being. After a quick lunch, I showered, dressed for the day and after a quick lunch, and headed out to my appointment at the museum. The tour was very sobering and took my mind off my carnal activities but as I rode in the back seat of the taxi back to my hotel, I began to think about how I was going to broach the subject of me fucking a well-endowed man with my husband’s blessing. There was no way I would ever do such a thing without it.
I arrived back at the room and texted hubby to inquire about our plans for the evening. He suggested dinner and perhaps a movie. I agreed for the time being and set about searching for something a little more exciting, we could go to a movie at home any time. It wasn’t long before I discovered that the Empire State Building was open for tours in the evening.
I met him in the lobby and we went to the hotel restaurant for dinner. It was as good as any I had ever enjoyed and I decided to treat myself to desert. As we waited for the bill, I suggested that we skip the movie and go see one of the city’s most famous landmarks. He thought that was a fine idea so, after going back up to our room and retrieving our coats, we hailed another cab and headed out.
The view was everything I had been told it would be and we held hands and cuddled as we took in the sights. It was all very romantic and I thought that if ever I was going to suggest to add something to our bedroom activities, tonight might be as good a chance as any.
We cuddled and kissed all the way back to the hotel in the cab causing the driver to remark that we looked like newlyweds. We corrected him but I added that this was our first visit to the Big Apple and it felt a bit like a honeymoon. He laughed and wished us well as hubby paid the fare with a generous tip.
We were in the elevator and I snuggled into him. “I have something I want to talk to you about,” I whispered.
“Oh? What might that be?” he replied.
“Wait until we get to the room!” I said and I kissed him seductively.
“You are such a tease!” he laughed. We exited the lift and made our way down the hall to our room. I excused myself to the washroom to get myself ready. Ten minutes later I emerged dressed in my other new lingerie set and nicely made up. The dark red lip stain that he liked completed the look.
“My God, you are so beautiful!” he gasped.
“Thank you, sweetie,” I replied as I moved to kiss him. “Perhaps you could take a quick shower and then we’ll talk?”
“I’m not sure talking is what I want to do!” he leered.
“Well, if you want to do that, we need to talk first!” I confirmed. I saw a look cross his face, “Don’t worry, I think you’ll like what I have in mind!”
He might have set a world speed record for showering and when he emerged, he was wrapped in the robe that had been hanging on the back of the washroom door. He came to me and we kissed softly but passionately. “So, you wanted to talk about something?”
“I have a confession to make,” I said lowering my eyes. A dark look crossed his face and I began to worry. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” I thought but I decided to press forward. The worst he could say was no.
“Remember on our honeymoon, when we saw that guy on the beach and you were teasing me about him?” He nodded so I continued. “I said at the time that I wasn’t fantasizing about him and I wasn’t. But then, yesterday I saw another man who looked a bit like him and it all came back to me.”
“What are you telling me?” he asked as he took my hand.
“I’m saying that last night I had a dream, and it wasn’t about us.” I looked at his face trying to read it.
“A dream about what exactly?” He asked. “Or can I guess?”
“You can probably guess,” I said. “But I would never act on it, you have to believe me!” I hoped the panic in my voice was convincing.
“So you want to fuck another man, is that it?” His voice became stern, “I don’t like that idea, at all.”
“No, baby, I don’t. But I’m just wondering how it would feel to be filled up that way.” I squeezed his hand. “So I have an idea.”
“And what idea would that be?” he asked, still not sure where I was going with this. I reached and picked up my iPad and tapped it a few times to show him.
“Perhaps we could buy a couple of substitutes,” I suggested as I showed him the webpage of the shop I had visited the previous day. “You know, something we could play with in bed?”
He took the iPad from me and flipped through the site, his eyes opening wide as he saw the array of toys in various lengths and thicknesses.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Am I not enough for you?”
“You are plenty for me!” I protested. I racked my brain trying to come up with a comparison that a man would understand but I couldn’t. “Never mind,” I said dejectedly. I would just have to hide my secret from him.
“Wait, sweetie, wait!” he soothed as he held me tighter. “I’m not saying no, I’m just saying I don’t understand!” He kissed me softly and continued, “You say I’m enough for you but you want more. Don’t you see why I’m confused?”
“I get it,” I said. “I’m sorry, but I can’t get it out of my head!”
“It’s okay,” he said as he hugged me tightly. “You can’t help what goes on in your head. As long as you don’t act on it, it’s fine!” We started kissing and soon his hands were caressing my body over my lingerie. “This is new,” he whispered.
“I got it for you, I know you like it when I dress all sexy!” I replied. “And it makes me feel sexy too!”
“You would look sexy to me if you were wearing a flour sack!” he whispered. We continued kissing as his hands roamed over my chest stopping to gently squeeze them. I moaned my approval and let my hand drift down to cup his growing package. A moment later I was on my knees in front of him kissing and licking the head of his rock-hard manhood.
I looked up at him and smiled, nodding my consent to him. His hands found the hair at either side of my head and he guided my mouth onto him, sliding himself into my throat and not stopping until his balls settled against my chin. The groan that escaped his body told me I had him exactly where I wanted him.
He relented long enough for me to catch a fresh breath of air before pulling my face onto him and starting to move my head so his cock was fucking my face. I felt him tense so I got back to my feet and pulled him toward the bed. My hands guided his to the straps at the sides of my thong and he got the hint. He slid it down my thighs and I lifted one foot then the other so he could unhook from around my feet.
He tried to urge me onto my back but I had other ideas. I bent down retrieved the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, and handed it to him before getting up onto the bed on my hands and knees. Bending down so my shoulders touched the bed, I looked back over my shoulder and winked at him. I reached back and pulled one ass cheek to the side, exposing my little rosebud back door to him to use as he pleased.
A wide grin split his face as he flipped up the cap and drizzled the clear slick fluid onto my hole. I felt the cool as it hit me but I knew that the cool would soon be replaced with all-enveloping heat as he slid his hardness into my bum.
And so it was as he slid himself inside me. His hips bumped against my ass cheeks and his hands gripped my hips to pull me back onto him. In just a few strokes he was driving himself into me, our bodies slapping together as they made contact. His grunts were timed with my moans and squeals as he pounded into me and before long he was close.
I felt his grip pressure increase and I knew there would be fresh bruises the next morning. He would apologize when he saw them and I would assure him that it was all right and we would make love gently and tenderly.
As we cuddled afterward, he whispered, “What’s it worth to you?” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant so I asked him to clarify. “What’s it worth to you for me to let you be with a man with a bigger cock?”
“Oh,” was my response. I wouldn’t have thought for a million years that he would actually even entertain such an idea. “I don’t know,” I said after a few moments of contemplation. Then I realized he already had something in mind. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh nothing,” he replied. I knew he was lying but I played along. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re serious about it or not.”
“It’s just a fantasy!” I objected. “I would never dream of acting on it!”
“I know you wouldn’t. But just for fun, say you did want to act on it. What’s in it for me?” He kissed me and looked into my eyes. That’s when I knew he had a price, I just had to figure out what it was.
“No, Sweetie, I’m not doing this!” I stated. “Just forget about I said anything!”
“Gonna be hard to do that knowing that any time we’re not together you’re fantasizing about having ten inches of cock in your pussy!” As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew he was right about that. What he didn’t know was that I had already come up with a solution. I just had to figure out how to tell him about it.
This being our last evening in the city, I took advantage of the downtime after he left the hotel for work to have a nap and then tried out my other new toy. It was every bit as much fun as the thick 12-incher as it massaged my clit and G-spot simultaneously. The orgasms it gave me were quite different than those I had with either my husband or my other toy, these were longer in building and much longer-lasting and they left me an exhausted mass of sweat and cum. After I caught my breath I had a long warm shower and cleaned my new best friends before packing them securely away in my suitcase knowing that there would be many, many more fun times ahead. As I was in the shower I got an idea that might work to bring my husband on board.
We went out for dinner again that night, meeting a couple of his colleagues at a restaurant near our hotel. Dinner was good and I’m not sure if it was me or my hubby who was more pleased by the compliments the two other men gave me as we dined and chatted. As we waited for our cab back to the hotel, I spied an adult shop only about a block or so away so I made the excuse that the wine had gone to my head during dinner and I needed some fresh air before returning to our room.