Amy booked a room at the Hotel Del Coronado for Valentine's Day, with no other plans than to fuck her lover all night. She packed all the tools she wo...ld need for this adventure; her lingerie, her bullet, and her new vibrator that Eric had purchased her on a recent trip. Stockings, heels, garters, and fishnet. It was just one night, but she brought two bags, with one dedicated to sex only. Amy knew Eric had a few unknown toys too and she had used her $100 gift card to a local adult store to buy. ”“WAS” I asked.“Well” she said, “in the last year, it’s gotten a little routine. You’re still the biggest cock that I’ve ever had, and I love EVERYTHING about you, but admit it… we’ve gotten a little predictable.”“Predictable?” I probed, as I began dipping my fingers into her very wet folds.“You know” she explained, “Like I can predict what night we’re going to have sex, how you’re going to start and even the position.”“I see” I said softly.“It’s okay” she added, “I’m not complaining… It’s just. She swallowed. "You mean it?" she said. Twenty minutes later we were standing in front of an ATM. I had five hundred in my savings; it was all of the money I'd been able to save — what can I say; it costs a lot to live in the city. I pulled out four hundred and handed it to her. We headed to the strip mall a few blocks up the street. I told her to knock herself out that I'd wait in the Denny's across the street. She smiled at me and asked me a question. "Mr. Darnell, I mean Lamm, is that a. A recent change in my diet – eating a lot of fresh pineapple and daily adding cinnamon onto my food – is supposed to be the best thing you can do to make a man’s cum less bitter and salty. It is supposed to specifically make it taste good. I was hoping my wife, who hates the taste, might then be open to swallowing. But no, it wasn’t going to happen. She even hates pre-cum. Well I don’t remember its taste from the past but today I found it wasn’t bitter or salty. It really wasn’t bad. I wouldn’t.