Chapter 1: The Booth of Temptation
Hey, it’s Cathy here, and let me tell you, I never thought a Friday night dinner with Galen would end up flipping my whole damn world upside down. We were just leaving Mario’s, stuffed on pasta, when I spotted this neon sign blinking ‘Adult Emporium’ off the highway. I smirked, nudging Galen in the ribs as he drove. ‘Hey, babe, ever wonder what kinda freaky shit they’ve got in a place like that?’
Galen, my sweet, timid husband, glanced over with those unsure hazel eyes of his. ‘Uh, can’t say I have, Cath. You?’
‘Hell yeah, I have. Let’s check it out. Come on, don’t be a prude,’ I teased, already picturing the wild stuff we might stumble on. He sighed but pulled into the lot anyway. That’s Galen for ya—always bending to my whims.
Inside, the place was a goddamn carnival of kink. Shelves packed with dildos bigger than my forearm, vibrators that looked like they could power a small engine, and rows of DVDs with titles so explicit I felt my pale cheeks flush. But what really caught my eye was a dimly lit hallway at the back with a sign reading ‘Video Booths.’ Oh, I had to see this.
‘Galen, let’s go peek. Bet it’s wild,’ I said, dragging him along. He mumbled something about it being weird, but followed anyway. We slipped into a cramped booth, the air thick with a musky, forbidden vibe. Galen fed a ten into the console, and the screen flickered to life with options that made my pulse race. Every flick was some ripped Black dude with a cock like a goddamn fire hose pounding into eager white women. I raised an eyebrow at Galen. ‘Well, damn. Pick one, stud.’
He hesitated, then clicked on ‘Married PAWG’s First BBC.’ The screen lit up with raw, primal action, and I felt a heat stirring low in my belly. But then, holy shit, I noticed a hole in the wall—waist-high, no less. Before I could even crack a joke, the biggest fucking cock I’d ever seen slid through. I’m talking fifteen inches of pure, thick, throbbing power. My blue eyes went wide, and my hand moved on instinct, wrapping around it. My fingers couldn’t even close around the girth.
‘Cathy, what the fuck?’ Galen stammered, his voice a mix of shock and pathetic protest.
‘Shut it, Galen. Look at this thing. It’s a goddamn masterpiece,’ I shot back, my voice husky as I stroked it, feeling it pulse under my grip. My pussy was already getting wet just from the thought of what this beast could do. I didn’t give a damn about Galen’s whining—I dropped to my knees, my dark red hair brushing my shoulders as I leaned in. My lips stretched wide, taking in the head, tasting the raw, musky heat of it. I’d never sucked a cock like this before, and I was fucking starving for it.
‘Cathy, stop! This is insane!’ Galen pleaded, but I just flicked my eyes up at him with a wicked grin, my mouth full.
‘Relax, babe. I’m just... exploring,’ I purred between slurps, my tongue working overtime. My pussy was dripping now, aching with a need I’d never felt before. I knew I had to have this monster inside me. Standing up, I hiked my skirt to my waist, yanked off my panties, and tossed them at Galen with a smirk. ‘Hold these, will ya?’
‘Cathy, what the hell are you doing?’ he sputtered, clutching the damp fabric like it was a lifeline.
‘What does it look like, genius? I’m getting fucked like I deserve,’ I snapped, bending over and reaching back to guide that massive, hard cock to my entrance. As it pushed in, stretching me wider than I’d ever been, I gasped, my body trembling with raw, electric pleasure. ‘Oh, fuck yes,’ I moaned, feeling every inch claim me, deeper than anything I’d ever known. My ass pressed against the wall, desperate for more, as my mind spun with horny, feral need.
Galen stood there, frozen, as I started rocking back, panting and sweating already. This was just the beginning, and I knew I was in for the ride of my life. But what happened next? Let’s just say I wasn’t done with this stranger—not by a long shot.
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