Proceed with Caution: Imaginations in Chapter 3
Midnight Arrival - Chapter Three
I Returned Home after Midnight which left me with only a few hours to rest before my alarm went off. However, instead of going to sleep, I powered on my laptop. True to his word, Jerome had sent me a shareable file via WeTransfer, featuring a video that 'promised to be the footage.' Assured there'd be no edits made, I eagerly started downloading, despite the large file size of 4GB. Fortunately, Robert insisted on a high-speed internet connection at home, so I opted for a shower first. I wanted to feel fresh before revisiting the footage.
Drying off after my shower, I found myself bare while sitting on my bed with my laptop. Excitement fuelled my curiosity as I anticipated a peek into my ventures. That voice in my head warning me not to proceed dominated my mind, urging me to delete the file and resume my normal life. I could've actually listened to that, but the other part of me swooned over the idea. You can probably guess which side won.
I felt stunned just from seeing my naked self on my computer screen. It wasn't that I was unfamiliar with the sight but being the leading role in my own production was a first. It started with Naomi riding my face, followed by Jerome lifting me up, and my vibrating pussy demanding attention. Both parties allowed me to climax twice before their portion finished. Post-orgasmic exhaustion interrupted my final moments at the laptop, where I dozed off.
Alarm woke me up, demanding my presence in the shower. I left the house in my professional attire, trying to put my adults-only escapade behind me. Although anxious driving to the adult store, I comforted myself with the thought that many people shop there without embarrassment, engaging in sensual needs. The storelet temptations had a neon sign outside displaying its name, along with advertisements for "video booths, toys, clothes, and magazines." Upon entering, I was surprised by the brightness, spotting a few men browsing in front of the magazine rack. I'm sure online stores replaced those, but the patrons frequented regardless. A gothic woman greeted me behind the counter, matching the anomalous energy of the store.
Her jet-black bobbed hair, black leather vest, black skirt, black lipstick, nose and lip piercings, and a red studded ring stood out amongst numerous dull items. She offered assistance, but I ignored her, looking for the plugs. In the glass case beside the counter, I identified the selections of nipple clamps, gags, and colorful plugs. Glimpsing other things catches my eye - handcuffs, leather cuffs, whips, floggers, unidentified objects, and a few more items from the rear wall. Meanwhile, clothes racks were filled with garb I sometimes considered, in spite of my impending meeting with Robert.
Goth hair greeted me again, slightly to my left. "Need help with anything?" Still in my world, I ignored her and found a few vivid plugs. My fascination grew more apparent as it inspired me to consider the 'and anything else that caught my eye' remark. The girl shifted, realising my curiosity.
"Can I help you?" she inquired, her demeanor remarkably similar to a clerk at a regular store. Unbeknownst to me, the two worlds merged at that moment.
I nervously stuttered out, "I'm unsure."
She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her messages. She questioned, "Are you Beth?" as she displayed my photo on the screen.
Unsurprisingly, I was taken aback. I simply stared at her.
"Naomi mentioned you'd be dropping by," she added with a playful smirk. "You can check out whatever you'd like. There's a package for you in the back."
"I need to hurry and pick up my husband from the airport," I replied. "I'll only take the package." Though she was friendly, I suddenly felt uncomfortable being there.
"Sure thing," she said cheerfully. "What's your husband's flight time?"
For some reason, I engaged her instead of just stating "now" or something vague. But instead, I raised my phone and said, "7pm" while refreshing the FlightAware site to confirm the time. When it updated, I saw the plane had been diverted and was now scheduled to arrive at 9:30. I clicked the link, only to learn that there had been a medical emergency and it had to make an emergency landing. "Crap," I muttered.
"Any issues?" she asked. Iv'e been left speechless.
"It appears my husband's flight has been delayed," I told her.
She inquired, "So you have extra time now to browse?"
After regaining my composure, I questioned, "Wait, how do you know my name and why do you have my picture?"
"I've already informed you," she responded. "Naomi told me you'd be stopping in today and to get an anal kit ready."
My head was spinning. "How is it you know Naomi?" I asked.
"I'm taking a break," she responded. "Let's head into the office and have a chat." She motioned to a large, older man who had just emerged from a curtained hallway and shouted, "Sam, I'm taking a break."
"Okay, Aithne. Be back in about 15 minutes or so. I'm going to open booth one," he answered. I was stunned - this was the young lady who had been the sex toy at last night's party, and Sam was here too. She didn't seem nearly as handsome or fit as Jerome. He must have had other attributes she found appealing.
She returned her attention to me and guided me through the curtain and into a dimly-lit hallway. There were numbered doors along one side: 4, 3, 2, and near the end, 1. She opened yet another door and led me into a tiny room. The space was about 8 feet long and perhaps 10 feet wide. It contained a table, a couple of chairs, and a threadbare sofa. I peered at the couch and wondered if Sam had had sex on it with her. That would be rather disgusting, I thought. Aithne settled into a chair close to the desk and pointed to another chair.
"So, what would you like to know?" she asked. I wrestled to formulate a meaningful question, one that held deep philosophical significance. Instead, I blurted out, "How are you feeling after last night?" She laughed.
"I was quite sore," she confessed. "But Sam let me soak in a hot tub for close to an hour after the guys were finished. It helped me feel better." I should've simply left then and there. Even if I hung around waiting for Sam to check me out buying anal kits, that would have been the sensible option. But seeing her sitting there, ready to share intimate details about something I was claiming I didn't want but had been fantasizing about during masturbation, I simply said, "Yes, please."
She leaned back and described her tryst with Jerome in considerable detail. She informed me that she had known all about Jerome, Naomi, and me. She also stated that she was deeply in love with Jerome when he was stretching her anus. As I listened, I suddenly began to feel aroused when she recounted how Jerome had fucked her anus. I couldn't understand why. She went on to relay her meeting with Sam when she first started working there. He was the shop's owner, she explained. She added that he hadn't been constantly hitting on her, then described the time he noticed her eyeing another black customer. He teased her about wanting a big black cock. It all made sense - I was still a bit naïve. "I assumed he was joking, but when the store closed, he took out his penis," she continued. I realizes she meant "black beast cock," but didn't correct her. "And that was the beginning," she concluded.
"I'm unsure that I could handle attending one of the parties," I said.
She insisted, "You can handle it. You're very attractive and you enjoy getting railed by Jerome and want him to stretch your ass."
At first, I wasn't interested either, but then I realized how amazing it is. You have many more nerve endings in your butt than in your pussy. Having both being fucked at the same time is unbelievable.
To change the subject, I asked about her collar.
"It started as a party thing, but now I always wear it," she answered.
"I'm lost," I admitted, although she probably knew by now that I was confused after every sentence.
"The first time you go to a party, you'll wear a white collar. It tells others that you're new and not to assume anything about you. They need to ask for consent for almost everything. It allows you to watch and not do anything you're not comfortable with. Most new women attend the monthly Saturday night party, with about 30 men and 15 women present so you can just watch if you want."
I didn't know about parties with over 50 people engaging in sexual activity. "I thought the parties happened on every other Wednesday," I remarked.
"Yes, but those are smaller. There might be a few women, while last night I was alone and five or six men came by."
"So what does a red collar mean?" I inquired further.
"White is for newbies, black is when you're ready to take things seriously. A black collar consent grants you to fuck and suck any man who requests you. You're also consenting to service their wives if they show up. Some men might ask about anal, others will just do it."
"But you haven't told me about red yet," I insisted.
"Red is like black, but with assumed consent for anal, impact play, bondage, gangbangs, and degradation."
"Impact play? Degradation?" I questioned, cocking my head.
"Almost anything goes," she replied, knowing I was judging her based on her wearing a red collar while being proud of it. "You like spanking, right? But you could be whipped, flogged, caned, or other toys guys create. As for the degradation, some are verbal, others are worse than Jerry gave you." My pussy became wetter. "Some are physical, such as writing on your body, attaching a leash to your collar, and having you crawl around the party, sucking cocks. Piss play is also permitted. Basically, you're serving any fetish a man has."
"I'm dizzy," I told her. "Is there anything between black and red?" I speculated I enjoyed a little degradation, but didn't want to consent to everything.
"Nope," she said. "I've never seen a woman wear a white collar to two parties. Once you attend one, you'll crave the black collar. Some women never reach red, but in general, after you've done a black collar party, you'll do anything to be invited to another one."
She then checked the time. It was 7:15.
"I need to be in booth one," she stated. "Do you want to come with me and observe?"
Without second thought, I said, "Yes."
"Great, you can ask questions as I answer them if I can. You can also join in if you want," she said.
I didn't know what joining in meant, but she didn't seem to be forcing me to do anything. She led me out of the room and into the first video booth. The room's lighting was dimmer, and she locked the door. Flipping a switch on the wall didn't turn on any lights, but I didn't inquire about it. Aithne pointed to the chair in the center of the room, telling me to sit down. A video monitor was on the wall, and a coin box with buttons was next to the chair. The controls appeared to allow choosing different videos to watch. As I took a seat, I realized men would come in here to watch videos and masturbate. I should have been more careful about sitting on this chair, as it was probably dirty and I doubted they cleaned it often. I watched as Aithne removed her vest and took off her skirt. She didn't wear a bra or panties. She then got down on her knees next to the wall that bordered booth two. A rug seemed to be on the floor where she sat. I was confused. She started playing with her breasts with her left hand and used her right hand between her legs.
"What is happening?" I asked her.
"I don't get a chance to masturbate often," she replied. "Feel free to join me."
"So, why are we here?" I asked, more to myself than anything. I couldn't see what Aithne was doing since she was facing the wall, but her openness about her desires was fascinating. Before she could answer, my question became pointless as a penis appeared through a hole in the wall. It was white and not very large.
As I wondered what the purpose of this thing was, I remembered the first time Jerome's penis pushed past my lips while I had a blindfold on. This was similar but I doubted Aithne was getting much pleasure from having to blow such a small penis. It was clear she was masturbating. The man next door was likely someone whose wife wouldn't blow his penis, so he had to come here. I wondered if he even cared whether the woman blowing him was really a woman or not. Even though the situation was odd, my arousal was growing.
The man didn't last long, and Aithne smiled as she swallowed. She rushed over to me, grabbed my head, and gave me a harsh, passionate kiss, sharing her flavor with me. I tried to keep a straight face, but by the time she was kneeling again, my hand was between my legs rubbing my wet panties.
Quickly another penis appeared through the hole. Aithne acted right away, resuming sucking and kissing the guy until he shot his load. The second time, Aithne put her tongue in my mouth, probably because I didn't resist when she came over to me. We both knew what she was planning to do - if I had objected, I would've pushed my hand away. She also squeezed my breast possessively while sharing the guy's sticky load with me.
Some of the penises were bigger than others, but none were as large as Jerome's and Sam's. I became excited as I watched Aithne move over another man, and she began to fuck herself. I sat down, but my curiosity led me to kneel in front of her and kiss her while she rode the latest penis. She seemed to enjoy it. I nearly stumbled when the mat I was kneeling on was sticky with dried cum, and hearing her moans into my mouth turned me on even more.
Soon, a new penis appeared. Aithne took matters into her own hands and decided to masturbate instead of suck him. Then, she stood up, bent over, and guided the man into her pussy. She had a look of sheer pleasure on her face. I took my dress, bra, and panties off, wanting easier access to my private parts. I sat back down, but my excitement brought me down on my knees in front of her. I kissed her while she fucked herself. A thick, viscous liquid accumulated between our legs. She seemed close to orgasm, and I wanted to cum with her, so I allowed her to finish.
The man eventually came, and Aithne removed his penis from her pussy. Upon standing, she apologized for knocking me over, stating, "I didn't want him cumming inside me."
"It's okay," I said as I looked at my hands, which were covered in cum. "I wouldn't want that either. Can you let me taste him?" I asked, winking.
"Absolutely," she replied. She helped me up and wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing me deeply. We kissed as she sucked his cock clean.
"Do you want this one?" she asked, pointing at the next man, clearly desperate to cum.
It's true that I wanted to taste the random cock, but what I really wanted was to hear Aithne moan as she masturbated. Equally important, I wanted her to orgasm. So, I agreed, masturbating the man myself. His moaning excited me in return. When I felt an orgasm coming on, I encouraged him to shoot his load into my mouth. He did so, and I nearly lost control. I turned to look at Aithne, only to find her sitting on the chair spread-eagled, seemingly lost in a state of erotic bliss. The fact that we had just met an hour before had lost meaning. I could hear her moans and touch myself as we both teetered on the edge of climaxing.
The plan was going smoothly until another penis poked through the wall. Aithne was preoccupied, her eyes glazed with desire. I had to deal with this one too. (grin) I was happy to see it was black. Although it wasn't as big as Jerome's, it was the largest I'd seen through the wall, but average width and around 7 inches long. It didn't matter. The penis protruded far enough through the wall that I could use it. And I was eager to do so. I turned around and squatted like Aithne did and guided it into my drenched vagina. Then I began rocking back and forth and having sex with it. Of course, I had to do all the work, but that was fine. I also began furiously rubbing my clitoris. I was still focusing on Aithne as my own orgasm approached and approached. Then she came. She moaned loudly, which brought me to the brink, but not quite there. Unfortunately, I think the man in the next booth heard her and thought I had already come. His penis swelled in response, but before I could react, he shot a hot stream of cum into my pussy. I reacted by fucking him harder and milking every last drop out of him. When I was done, he withdrew, leaving me on the verge of orgasm and feeling empty, except for his cum leaking from my vagina.
I did the only thing I could think of to solve both problems. I walked to Aithne and offered her my vagina to clean and help me reach orgasm. The next penis would have to wait a few minutes until I recovered on the floor again.
When my post-orgasm haze cleared, I noticed Aithne was still fucking a man. I wondered if she would let him creampie her so I could clean her out, but she didn't. She came off of him a moment too late and ended up with his semen on her back instead of in her mouth. I remembered her saying she usually worked at the booth for about an hour, but she instructed me to flip the switch after about an hour and a half. When the next man came, again in her mouth, that was the end. We hugged, spat out his semen between our mouths, and then got dressed. I hoped I didn't look suspicious picking up my husband.
Aithne led me back into the hallway. This time I saw a light above the door to booth one. Aithne mentioned that the light above was connected to the switch. When it was on, the glory hole was open. There was also a line of men by door two, waiting. They greeted us cheerfully as we left. Aithne hinted, "Stay here for a while. I need to rest a bit. Maybe I'll come back at around 9:30." That was the time I needed to leave. I missed my husband, but I knew I'd be thinking about Aithne on her knees.
I checked FlightAware again and had about 30 minutes before I had to leave. Aithne brought me over to the counter. I noticed there were many more men wandering around in the store than when I had arrived. I now considered them potential penises to fuck and suck instead of perverts. Aithne pulled a bag from behind the counter. "This is already paid for by Naomi," she said. I peeked inside and saw a large blister pack containing four chrome plugs of different sizes. "There's some lube in there too," she added.
As I looked at the package, Sam walked by the counter. "You did well," he said. "I sold ten gold tokens. I'll give you your share when we close."
I knew he was talking to Aithne, but I felt like saying I'd helped out as well. Instead, Aithne replied, "Sir, Beth doesn't need to leave for the airport for another half hour. I'm sure she'd enjoy a real cock if you want hers."
He gazed at me with piercing eyes. "Is that true, Beth? I've heard good things about you from Jerome."
I loved Jerome's size and physique, resembling a Greek god. While Sam's attributes were less awe-inspiring, he was what I needed at that moment.
Noticing that Aithne called him "Sir," I assumed he disliked being called "daddy." It didn't matter. I wanted more sex. "I'm not sure about the collars, Sir, but I'd love to suck your cock, and if you want my vagina, I'm happy to fuck you."
He chuckled. "You have a cunt, my dear. But that doesn't matter. I'd be happy to fuck you, and once you're finished with your present, I'm sure Jerome and I would be happy to try your first Double Penetration."
Note to self: Research DP. Keep this information hidden from your web history. Sam led me to his office where he abruptly demanded I remove my clothes. As I started undressing, he disrobed as well. His penis was smaller than what I'd witnessed earlier, but longer than any I'd seen that evening. Although he wasn't as thick as Jerome, I trusted his length would suffice. After kneeling before him and giving him a sloppy blowjob, he was ready to fuck me.
I sat on the couch with my butt pushed toward the front edge, as Sam instructed. While we were engaged in this position, he commanded me to ride him cowgirl-style. Facing him, he reached up and twisted my nipples, which caused a pleasurable expression to cross my face. "Did you have sex in booth one?" he questioned. "Yeah," I responded. "Did you finish there?" he probed. "Only once Aithne cleaned up the cum Jerome left," I gasped. "You're such a slut," he sneered. "Would you like me to empty into you again so she can repeat her handywork?"
Pausing for a moment, he suggested, "No, don't cum yet."
Satisfied with his decision, he sat back down. As I continued to grind on top of him, exceeding his instruction as I approached my climax, I learned he had the self-control to wait. When my orgasm finally hit, I was so overwhelmed I could only adjust to him being so deep inside me, moaning and squirming with pleasure. Fortunately, Sam held back as he seemed to prefer fellatio himself to climaxing. As my orgasm subsided, he stood before me and commanded, "Stroke my cock."
While I was skeptical, I did as I was told and began using both hands to work his cock. Ironically, something about being commanded to stroke his penis was more submissive than if I offered him fellatio. Sam even divulged that when I trained to enjoy anal penetration, he would then ejaculate there and fill me for a zero-mess orgasm. "Won't that be a pleasant surprise for your husband to find?"
As the thought of my spouse discovering I had an affair and still finding me attractive crossed my mind, I became even more aroused. After coaching me on his approach for a tease, he instead warned me to keep my mouth on his penis. As I continued stroking, I became concerned we spent too much time engaging in this activity. Suddenly, his expression changed, and I felt a surge of cum rush into my mouth.
"Swallow it all," he ordered.
I quickly followed his instructions, leaving the couch to get dressed before exiting the office. The other men in the queue seemed indifferent to our episode. Aithne handed me my bag while offering a smile. She didn't even attempt to kiss me, just thanked us for our visit and told Sam she'd sold eight more golden tokens - probably her way of being a good salesperson. Sam announced his plans to reward her.
In the car, I hid my bag in the trunk under the spare tire. I then drove to the airport to pick up Robert. He greeted me warmly, and I made sure we were both on schedule to make it in time. When I returned home, I e-mailed the link to my encounters that night. I originally thought hiding it from my husband was a clever deception. However, after showering with him, I downloaded the video and masturbated while recalling the experience of sexually opening myself up to Sam. The experience had a profound effect on me, and I realized I couldn't suppress my urge to continue with this lifestyle. This newfound independence, becoming ever-more liberated, helped consolidate my sexual awakening.
I knew I couldn't change who I am. The excitement of risking my marriage for sexual experiences was exhilarating and intoxicating. Robert would never guess, so I prepared for my next adventure.
Read also:
- Neighborly Troublemaker Chapter 5
- The Boundless Reach of Amour
- Chapter 10: A Rooster's Grip
- Sharing and Enjoying Together
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