Jeff and Helen begin to explore

We walked into the "Le Sex Shoppe" to the irritating sound of the door buzzing, a sound it kept making until it swung shut on its spring-loaded arm. As we walked in an indifferent man in his 20s looked over his shoulder at us from behind the counter where he was retrieving a videotape for a customer. His partner behind the counter was assisting another customer in choosing what looked like an anal lubricant. The counter took up the middle half of one wall in the long room. The third of the store nearest the entrance where we stood was full of "toys" just the thing I thought might add the spark to our sex life.

Plastic and rubber cocks of all sizes shapes and colors adorned one wall. Some were smooth and shiny, some even day-glow in color, while others worked hard to simulate the real thing, in all the colors of the human race, with large veins decorating them and bulbous cockheads crowning. Helen was aghast; her feet seemingly frozen to the floor where she stood, unable to move as we surveyed the large collection of artificial pricks before us.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, Jeff, this is just too sick. Let's get out of here," she said shaking her head slowly. I noticed that Helen made no attempt to move toward the door. Despite her declaration of disgust, Helen could not take her eyes off of the plastic wonders in front of her.

"Now Helen, you said you would give this a try, for us baby... Do you see anything you like?"

Helen shook her head quickly, as if warding off a chill creeping down her spine. "Please Jeff, I can't even contemplate such a thing right now."
I took her hand in mine and gently pulled her further back into the recesses of the store. "We're in no hurry honey, Let's take a look around."

There were maybe fifteen people in the store, one other mixed couple, two obviously gay men holding hands, and the rest were single men. And like the fake phalluses on the wall they were of all sizes, shapes and colors. As I slowly guided Helen past the racks of magazines, books, rubber vaginas, "Emotion Lotion" condoms, party games, videos and DVDs I noticed that most of the single men were "checking out" the two women.

Helen was oblivious to the fact that she was the object of attention for so many pairs of eyes. We had wandered into the magazine section, the BDSM section to be precise. Helen picked up a magazine entitled "Bound Bitches" and was slowly flipping through the pages. It featured tit **** and Helen stared in disbelief at the photos of a woman, suspended off the ground by ropes, her tits bound and blue, clothes pins attached to each nipple. On the next page her legs were tied and pulled above her head, exposing her privates. Wordlessly Helen turned the page where the woman had a cock shoved up her exposed asshole. As if in a trance Helen whispered, "Why would someone allow that to be done to them?"

I looked over Helen's shoulder and she leaned back into my body as I softly replied, "They want to give up control. It lets them respond to the stimuli without guilt. They can just lose themselves in the sensations."
Helen turned the page. It was a close-up of the woman's face. There was a large cock buried in her mouth. There was a sharp intake of Helen's breath and she quickly closed the magazine and replaced it on the shelf. "What else do they have here?" she asked as she moved to the next section of magazines. It was the cock-sucking section.