ATHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy containing scenes of unprotected sex and extramarital sex. If these subjects are not for you, please feel free to move on to another story.
"I feel like I need to go for a walk," Linda said.
"A walk?"
"Yeah," she looked at each of us, settled on my wife. "I think if I don't go get some air and walk now, I'll regret it," she said. "Like I'm too drunk."
"Let me go to the Ladies room first," my wife said, and she got up and hurried off. Linda sat and looked at me and Ron as we split the bill and calculated the tip. She didn't say much, she just kind of had that glazed look. Not a 'totally out of it fucked up' look. Just a little glazed over. She was probably right, the walk would do her good.
We'd had each had a couple of drinks waiting for the table, and another during dinner, and we were all OK, I thought; a little loose, but Linda apparently got hit a little harder. So when Elaine got back we got up and headed for the door.
After about a half a block Linda heaved a huge sigh, and started apologizing for rushing us all out, but explaining that she just felt like she was way too drunk, didn't know why, needed the air, and the walk; honestly, we were all fine. It's not like she'd announced it in the middle of dinner; we were done eating, no one wanted coffee or dessert, and it was a great night to be out in the city.
The streets were remarkably busy and looked like they'd be that way for hours. We weren't familiar with this part of the city, so we wandered block to block, turning when the sights and sounds stopped being interesting, talking and watching the local characters. The restaurants and cafes mixed with art shops, book stores and stylish, trendy tattoo parlors, all open. We talked and laughed, looked in the tattoo windows, walked into some of the stores. Elaine hooked her arm in mine; our buzz seemed enhanced by the fresh air, where Linda had seemed to settle her buzz a little, although she still was clearly the most drunk of us all. She wasn't talking a lot, but she seemed to notice all the funny and interesting sights, and would just point or motion at it to get our attention. Or she'd say, "Look," or "over there. That guy," or something like that. Her pickings kept us amused as we strolled, and the warm night carried an air of expectation.
Several times while walking Linda would see a shop and turn and walk in. The first couple of times we followed just to make sure she didn't hurt herself or break anything, but we saw she wasn't fall-down drunk, and then followed just for the amusement. We found the fun in every one we entered.
A few blocks later she stopped, hesitated, and turned into another store, and we followed, joking, and were halfway through the door when we realized it was an adult toy store. Ron followed Linda, and Elaine and I followed them. We had no idea if Ron and Linda ever shopped in one of these stores, or if they had any toys. Elaine and I had, and did, and we used them pretty frequently. This could get awkward, I thought. Sometimes when Elaine has a couple of drinks, she can get chatty, and blurt out details that afterwards feel like they should have remained hidden. But we were friends, and we were pretty loose, so I wasn't too concerned.
Well, we wandered into the store that had a surprising number of people in it, I thought. We started looking at the toys. Linda, who was still enunciation-challenged, would just point, or pick something up, and then look at us, and manage a syllable or two. "Wow," or "look", or "what's this." Ron stuck close by her, and Elaine stayed next to me, and we moved as a group. We were the only foursome in the place, and the girls were the only women, but it was either comfortable and welcoming in the store, or we were too self-absorbed to be aware that we didn't blend in. We were looking at vibrators, joking about them, when Linda pointed to one, and Elaine pointed to the one next to it, and announced that "that's our favorite." Linda's faced formed a question, and Elaine snuggled into my arm as she explained without much detail how we had a few toys, and this one really does the trick. Linda's eyes widened, and switched between Ron and Elaine a few times.
After some additional musings in the vibrators, we moved to the dildo section. After Linda said "nice," to a realistic one, Elaine found another, slightly longer, and said "I like this one better", and then they one-upped each other, Linda grinning and one-wording, Elaine over-explaining. Fatter shaft. Suction cup with balls. Longer. Giant head. Even Longer. Black, long, fat. Each time they agreed with each other, yeah, I'd do that, then going one better, till finally Linda lifted a lifelike display model, synthetic flesh, of a monstrosity, said, "Oh, fuck," and Elaine's mouth dropped open and her eyes bugged out, momentarily speechless. Then she reached for it, felt the girth, the heft, and she grinned evilly at Linda, and they smiled at each other.
"No way," Elaine said. "I draw the line there, no way I could use that. It would kill me."
"Death by dick," Linda joked and they laughed.
"It's too big, way too big," Elaine explained, and went on in her intoxicated ramblings to describe how she, like any woman, likes a little extra size, that filled feeling, of course, who wouldn't. I was astounded at the information sharing – never mind that she didn't talk about sex in front of others, she was talking about her dildo likes and dislikes, and pretty descriptive. Finally, she slipped the monster from Linda's drunken grasp, hefted it affectionately one more time, and put it back. "There's no way I'd do that," she concluded.
"I'd do it," Linda said, and they laughed together. And right before we moved she looked up at Elaine, with a half grin, and repeated, "I'd fuck that," almost under her breath, but I saw that Elaine heard it, too.
Next to the dildos were some fake pussies, jerk tubes and such, and the girls made noises and lewd laughing comments, and Ron and I played along. "Would you use that?" about a set of lips on a male masturbator: "I prefer yours," the reply. "That one looks fake," at a porn star replica vagina; "it's hot." "Shaved." "So am I," Elaine blurted. Ron and Linda gaped. Another fake pussy, doggie position, with a usable anus. Elaine doesn't let me touch her ass. "That's for you," she joked, pointing at the realistic pucker. "She'll let you go in that hole," chuckling.
"So would I," Linda blurted this time, and it was Elaine and my turn to gape. And we all laughed. A little. Linda seemed to snuggle up to Ron a bit.
Anal toys, plug, beads. "I guess you know about these, Linda," Elaine chided under her breath. And Linda went through the rack assortment, using her syllable-challenged speech to endorse a bead set, a vibrating plug. She saw two others, picked them up, and showed them to us. "These," she managed. "Oh, yeah." Her eyes were kind of half-lidded. In one hand a rather large vibrating plug, in the other, a fat curved dildo with a second, smaller thinner extension for penetrating both holes. Elaine grabbed my arm, said "no way," I echoed, "no way,"
Linda grinned. "Way," she managed, and glanced at Ron. "Way," he confirmed, grinning as well. Holy shit, I thought. We were all kind of laughing, but with a little nervousness. We were pretty close, but we'd never shared information like this. I had my arm around Elaine, but I was imagining Linda taking it in the ass. Ron was practically fondling Linda, was he imagining Elaine's shaved pussy? Her vibrator collection?
Some costumes, we passed by. Bondage toys, restraints, paddles. Who likes to tie, who likes to be tied. Leering grins and glassy eyes as Elaine described the use of nipple clamps, suction cups. She loves nipple play. Linda seemed to be squirming a little in Ron's arm, but listened to every word. Blindfold. Spanking. Linda feeling a paddle, looking up at Ron, said, "yeah". No one spoke at the giant latex fist. Linda turned away first, found a harness, the cover showing the effect of wearing it. "Nice," she held it up for Elaine. "Effortless."
Elaine took it, looked up at me, grinning. I made a mental note to get one. Elaine put it back, and then pointed to a package nearby. The chin strap dildo. We all gaped. "I'd ride that," Linda managed. "I'd wear it," Ron replied. "I'd wear it," I echoed. "I'd ride it," Elaine started, "and maybe wear it."
We all turned to face her. "What? A girl can't broaden her horizons?" She grinned broadly, and started blathering about judgment, and personal freedom, and desire and women's beauty. "You don't have to defend it," I managed. "Frankly, it's pretty hot, and intriguing." In my head the image of Linda having anal sex was battling with one of Elaine licking pussy. Looking at Ron and Linda, they were imagining their own versions. While we listened to her, we came to the end of the shelved areas. Linda turned to a sign next to the doorway.
"Video booths," she uttered in her comical drunk talk.
"Like peep shows?" Elaine asked, pushing past me to see.
"No," I advised, "peep shows have live girls with a window that you watch through, while you stroke." We all laughed.
Linda turned to me, and managed a full sentence. "So what's a video booth?"
"You watch porn," Ron told her.
"And stroke," I added. We laughed again.
Linda turned to Ron. "Show me." Back to two words sentences. But the way she pressed against him made her pretty clear. We stumbled through the doorway to the token booth, bought way too many tokens. "Linda," I advised, "watch out for the glory hole." Elaine slapped my arm. We'd watched fake videos on the net.
"Wait, what. What?"
"Glory holes. In the booth."
She leered drunkenly at me, and touched Elaine's arm as she spoke. "What is it?"
She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "It's a hole in the wall between the booths," Elaine told her. "It's a gay thing, mostly. A guy puts his dick through the hole. And whoever is in the next booth, you know," she looked up at me, then back at Linda, "sucks him off."
Linda's eyes opened wide and her mouth split into a grin. "No shit?"
"What do you do, watch video of kittens on the internet?" Elaine asked. "Yeah, but don't worry it's all bullshit." She pushed Linda to Ron who was waiting at a booth. Linda stumbled to him, then came back to us, and fumbled through another full sentence, grinning like a loon. "Go in the next one," she managed, "put it through, and I'll do it." She had drunk eyes, and they switched between me and Elaine, who steered her back to Ron.
