Craving the Forbidden

Chapter 1: The Booth of Desire

Hey, I’m Cathy, and let me tell you, I never thought a Friday night dinner with Galen would end up flipping my entire world upside down. We were just leaving Mario’s, stuffed with pasta, when I spotted this neon sign blinking ‘Adult Emporium’ off the highway. I chuckled, 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 no, but I’m damn curious now. Pull over. Let’s check it out.’ I didn’t give him much choice, and honestly, he’s never been one to argue with me.

Inside, it was like stepping into a kinky wonderland—shelves stacked with dildos the size of my forearm, vibrators buzzing like angry bees, and rows of DVDs with titles that made even me blush. But what really caught my eye was a dim hallway at the back with a sign reading ‘Video Booths.’ My heart did a little flip. ‘Galen, come on, let’s see what’s down there.’

He hesitated, scratching at his thinning hair. ‘Cathy, I don’t know if—’

‘Don’t be such a wet blanket. Live a little.’ I grabbed his hand, dragging him along.

We slipped into a booth between two others, the air thick with a musky, forbidden vibe. Galen fumbled with a ten-dollar bill, feeding it into the console. The screen flickered to life, showing a menu of pure filth. I smirked as he scrolled, finally landing on ‘Married PAWG’s First BBC.’ I raised an eyebrow. ‘Really, Galen? That’s your pick?’

He shrugged, cheeks pink. ‘I just clicked something. Don’t read into it.’

‘Mhm, sure.’ I teased, but my attention snapped to the screen as the video started—a petite white woman getting absolutely railed by a black stud with a cock that looked like it could split her in half. My thighs clenched instinctively. Damn.

Then, out of nowhere, I noticed a hole in the wall, right at waist height. I was about to make a snarky comment when—holy fuck—a massive, thick black cock slid through it, hard as steel, easily fifteen inches of pure, pulsing temptation. My breath caught. I couldn’t look away. My hand moved before my brain caught up, wrapping around it. My fingers didn’t even meet; it was that fucking thick.

‘Cathy, what the hell are you doing?’ Galen’s voice cracked, but I barely heard him over the pounding in my chest.

‘Shut up, Galen. I’m just… appreciating.’ My voice was husky, my blue eyes locked on that monster. I dropped to my knees, the cold floor biting into my skin, and leaned in. My lips parted, and I took the head into my mouth, tasting the salty heat. I’d never sucked a cock like this—never wanted to so bad. My tongue swirled, and I heard a low groan from the other side of the wall. Fuck, that sound made me wet.

‘Cathy, stop! This is insane!’ Galen was practically whining now, but I didn’t give a shit. I pulled back just enough to shoot him a glare.

‘Either watch or get out, Galen. I’m not stopping.’ My voice was sharp, commanding. He shrank back, silent, as I went back to work, bobbing my head, taking more of that beast down my throat with every sloppy, hungry stroke. My pussy was dripping now, aching for more than just a taste.

I stood, my decision made. I hiked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my pale thighs and the soaked lace of my panties. I yanked them off, tossing them aside. Galen’s eyes bugged out. ‘Cathy, what the fuck are you—’

‘Don’t start with me,’ I snapped, bending over, my chunky bubble butt in the air. I reached back, guiding that massive cock to my entrance. The tip nudged against me, and I gasped, already trembling. ‘Oh, fuck, yes…’ I pushed back, feeling it stretch me open, filling me in a way I’d never felt before. My tight, married pussy gripped him, and I swore I saw stars. This was heaven.

I glanced over my shoulder at Galen, whose jaw was on the floor. ‘See, babe? This is what a real cock feels like.’ My words were a taunt, dripping with lust as I rocked back, taking more, feeling him push deeper, harder. I was sweating now, panting, horny as hell, and I knew this was just the beginning. I needed more—needed him to wreck me completely. And I was damn sure gonna make that happen.