Jack took a sip and gazed at Katie. They'd been planning the night for weeks, and she'd gone all out. Her long blonde hair was curled and resting atop her exposed shoulders. She'd squeezed herself into a tight red dress with wildly complicated straps, because it perfectly highlighted her large, round breasts. Katie had ordered the dress last week, and was nervous she'd look silly; a mom doesn't usually dress like this, she thought. But she bought it nonetheless, and then skipped breakfast and lunch for several days to try and make it work.
She was really trying. She knew Jack had been frustrated with her. In truth, she'd been frustrated with herself. The months had piled up, and with so many responsibilities and stresses, things just hadn't been right. It wasn't so much that they were fighting, but that they weren't really much of anything. She knew he was unhappy, mostly with their sex life, which had become both infrequent and mechanical. A night out was just what they needed, she told herself, and she'd dress to the nines to provide a little spark. As she looked across the table at her husband of almost fifteen years, his beard perfectly trimmed, dressed in a smart gray sport coat and expensive black pants, she'd hoped to feel something special. Something familiar. Something long-lost.
They'd talked about it a few times, but mostly talking past each other. Sipping her own tall glass of wine, and starting to feel the buzz from the bottle they'd almost finished, Katie debated to herself whether she should bring it up, or just let the night go wherever it led. Jack stared off into the distance, and Katie started to worry about opportunities lost. What if tonight didn't mean anything?
For his part, Jack was trying to figure out how to bring up the same subject. Their sex life was once great, but recently, he found himself so frustrated, even angry. She just didn't seem to care, and he didn't know what to do about it.
Then he felt a familiar hand, on his own. Katie was leaning forward, across the table.
"Babe," she started, softly, "I know things haven't been great. I know you've been frustrated with me, and I want you to know, I've been frustrated too."
Jack looked at her intently, trying to decide what to say. He put his other hand over hers, and sighed. "You have?" He'd never considered that she was unhappy, too.
"Yes. Of course. I just..." Katie's voice trailed off.
"You just what?" Jack replied, trying hard not to sound harsh or angry.
"I just...I don't know. It's been hard. I've been so stressed with kids and work, and...I don't want you to take this the wrong way."
Jack swallowed a lump in his throat. What was she going to say? "It's ok, babe. I love you. You know you can tell me anything."
Katie looked down at the table, and then back up at her husband. "It's just, and it's not you, I swear, but I've been kind of...bored. Not with you, but just, in bed."
Jack didn't know how to respond. On the one hand, he was more than a little hurt. He could feel the blood rush to his face. But on the other hand, he agreed.
"Yeah...I kind of know. I have been too." He replied.
Katie tried to force a smile, but she felt a little hurt, too. She'd worked hard to keep herself in shape, but the love of her life was bored with her. That hurt, more than a little. "You are?" she asked, her voice cracking a little.
"Well, I mean, it's natural, right? I mean, we've been together for so long. It only makes sense that the novelty would wear off, eventually. For both of us." Jack tried to reassure her.
"Yeah, it has," Katie admitted, feeling guilty. "It wasn't always like this, was it?"
"No!" Jack replied, "Of course not. We used to have so much fun. Remember that night, in the your parents pool?"
Katie blushed, thinking back to one of their first weekends together, their senior year of college. She'd taken him home to meet her parents for the first time, and they'd had sex in her parents pool while they slept. Her heart fluttered, remembering him pulling her up onto the pool deck, and...it seemed so long ago, and they had kids. Sex in the yard wasn't exactly a solution.
Jack was smiling at her, still holding her hands.
"I do," she whispered, lost in the memory.
"And there was that night, when we were engaged, when you needed to buy things for your sister's bachelorette party? We went to that adult bookstore and..."
Jack looked up at Katie, and there was a sparkle in her eye, he hadn't seen in a while.
"How do we get that back?" he asked, mostly to himself.
Katie sat up straight. She remembered that night well. She needed to buy some gag gifts and things for her older sister's bachelorette party. They ended up buying a DVD together, and went home and had the wildest sex all night. Something about the bookstore had so turned her on. She tingled at the thought. It was as if a light had gone on.
"I do remember," she purred. "Do you..." she stopped herself, looking left and right to make sure no one was listening. Jack was looking down at their hands, and his face seemed to distraught and hopeless. Taking a big drink of her wine, she started to speak again. "Do you think that bookstore is still open?"
Jack shrugged. "Yeah, I think so. It's down on the south side of town, out by the bypass. I don't go down there much, but I drove by a few weeks ago and it looked open."
"So..." Katie was buzzing at the thought. She couldn't quite explain why, but it seemed like a low-key way to recall a positive old memory for both of them.
Jack looked up at her, and she was smiling at him like he hadn't seen in so long. "So, what?"
"Why don't we call the ride share, and..." she let her voice trail off seductively.
Jack looked left and right, nervously. "Are you serious?" he asked.
"Yeah!" Katie exclaimed. "I mean, if you want."
Jack was more than a little shocked. "You made me throw that DVD out when the kids got older, though."
"We don't have to buy anything," Katie replied. "Maybe something discreet. I don't know. At the least, it might just give us a few ideas to look around, you know, to spice things back up." She was trying to whisper, but she was more than a little surprised at how excited she was at the idea.
"Sure, I mean, I guess. Why not." Jack figured he should embrace his wife's first sexy impulse in months, and turning on his phone, he ordered up a ride share.
They quickly finished their meals, emptied the last of the wine, and after paying their bill, found themselves in the back of a small black SUV. Katie was nervous the driver would judge them based upon their destination, and briefly considered telling Jack to cancel the ride. She was relieved when the driver didn't care.
The car made its way through the twilight, across town and past worse and worse looking houses. Katie was excited, but she'd forgotten how sad this end of town was. Had it gotten worse, or were they oblivious the last time they came down here?
Before long, the car came to a stop outside a drab looking, one-story building just off the highway. There were only two or three cars in the lot, and totally lacking windows, the building looked almost abandoned. Jack took her hand and pulled her from the vehicle, which quickly pulled away.
"Well," Jack started. "No going back now, I guess." He found himself suddenly worried that this place would be seedier than he remembers, and totally turn his wife off.
Katie was having the same thoughts, but she told herself she'd promised to make tonight worth the effort, and so she pulled Jack toward the front door. A typical glass business door, it was shoddily painted black, giving off a "do not enter" vibe.
"Here goes," Jack said, pulling the door open for his wife. They were both blinded by bright white light, as the interior was harshly lit.
Stepping inside, classic rock blared loudly. Katie surveyed the premises. Next do the door was an elevated counter, with a heavily pierced kid, sitting on a stool, his feet up. He didn't look up at all when the walked in, his eyes fixed on his phone. He mumbled some greeting, which Katie ignored.
Katie was surprised the room was so bright and clean, and there were no shady men wandering around. To her left, a wall was filled with all sorts of chains and leather things she didn't quite understand. Beyond that, a long wall featured every possible shape, size, and color of sex toy. As she felt Jack's hand wrap around her waste, she glanced around the room, surprised at the row after row after row of DVD on shelf, all kinds of nude and semi-nude women looking back at her off the covers. Katie squeezed Jack's hand, and removing it from her hip, slowly walked off into the rows of movies. She was surprised there were so many, having figured all the porn hand long-since disappeared into the Internet.
Jack walked alone along the outer wall. He wondered what Katie might be into. Some of the bondage equipment looked fun, but it was when he stopped at the large wall of sex toys that his mind really went wild. He'd always wanted to get some kind of sex toys, and the idea of using a toy on his wife was a long standing fantasy. He wondered how he might talk her into it, as he pulled a dildo off the wall, and turned the packaging over and over in his hand. He had to admit, he was more than a little turned on a the thought.
Katie was walking slowly along the row of DVDs, every possible shape and size of woman staring at her. It was hard for her to wrap her head around some of the titles. They seemed so dirty, and she felt a little tingle at the overload of images. Every now and then, she'd pick one up and flip it over. Since she'd made Jack throw it out, she'd never thought about watching porn with him, but now she was suddenly interested. She had to admit to herself, what she needed was some variety. She loved him, but maybe the boredom was the sameness.
Katie felt someone breeze past her, and almost jumped. She thought the store was empty, but looking up, a tall, well-dressed man was walking past the front counter and out the door. Where had he come from, she wondered to herself? Feeling suddenly seen and watched, she glanced around the room. Just behind her, there was a doorway she hadn't seen before. Above a dark curtain, a bright pink sign read "Arcade."
Katie hurried over to Jack, who was examining a large, very realistic looking toy. Katie stopped to look at him for a moment, and found herself hoping he might want to buy something after all. Variety, she told herself, just to spice up things with the man she loved. Grabbing Jack's arm, she whispered to him, "there was someone in here."
Jack clumsily put the toy back on its hook, and turned towards her. "Yeah, I imagine there is."
"No, I mean, I think he came from in there." Katie whispered, loudly, pointing toward the doorway. "What is an arcade?" she asked, feeling suddenly embarrassed and stupid.
Jack wasn't sure if he wanted to answer. He knew, but he was suddenly afraid she'd judge him for knowing. "They're, you know, booths."
"Booths?" Katie questioned in response, still starting at the doorway.
"Yeah, you know. You can pick out one of these DVDs, and then there are little viewing booths back there?"
"You can watch them here?!" Katie exclaimed, much more loudly than she intended.
Jack chuckled. "Yeah. People do it all the time."
"Are they private?" Katie inquired, still staring at the door.
"I guess. I've never used one." Jack responded.
Katie stood silently, staring at the doorway. Then a bell rang, and an older man walked in. He walked over to one of the DVD racks, picked up a box, and took it to the counter. Katie strained to hear what he was saying, but she couldn't hear. The man handed over his credit card, the clerk took the DVD, and the man walked toward the curtain. Pushing it aside, he disappeared into the dark. Katie was shocked at how nonchalant it all was. The clerk barely even seemed to notice, let alone judge.
Jack didn't say anything. He just stood there, awkwardly. Katie was clearly interested in the arcade, and he did think it would let them watch something like that without the kids discovering the box, but he couldn't picture his wife in what he assumed was a very gross little room, where some guy had just been masturbating.
"Do you think..." Katie started speaking, again in a loud whisper.
"Do I think what?" Jack asked. He thought he knew where she was going with this, but he didn't want to embarrass her or feel judged if he was wrong.
"Do you think...I mean, why don't we..." Katie was still looking at the doorway.
"Should we pick one out, and take a look?" Jack asked, nervously. His heart was pounding.
Katie just nodded yes.
"Why don't you pick something out, and I'll go pay." Jack encouraged her.
Katie slowly released her grip from his arm, and started walking amongst the rows of DVDs. She had no idea what to pick out, but she wanted something they'd both like. What WOULD Jack like, she wondered, realizing how little she actually knew about his turn-ons.
After what seemed, to both of them, like an hour, Katie decided she just needed to pick something. Hot Housewives in Heat was her choice, figuring they'd be about her age, and Jack liked her, so that would be an acceptable choice. Handing the box to her husband, she waited for him to look.
Jack looked at the box and thought the woman on the cover was pretty good looking, so he walked up to the counter. Katie hovered around the back of the store, embarrassed, but the clerk didn't even look at her. He barely looked up at all. Before long, Jack was walking back towards her with a key.
"Room 7" Jack whispered, taking her hand. They walked together toward the door, and Jack reached in and pulled the curtain aside.
Katie stepped in, tentatively. It was a dimly lit hallway, with matching wood doors on either side. The hallway was lit by the same pink neon as the sign, and each door had a small number on it. Jack reappeared beside her, and taking her hand again, led her down the hallway. Room 7 was the last room on the left, and Jack fumbled with the lock for a moment. Katie was so nervous, she could feel her knees practically knocking. Finally, Jack got the door open, and Katie stepped past him.
The booth was bigger than she imagined. There was a small glass table pushed up against the far corner, with two sad looking hard plastic chairs in the middle of the room. On the table was a roll of toilet paper, and a small waste basket was below. At first, Katie was grossed out by the thought some man had been pleasuring himself in here before they arrived, but she also had to admit it was a little exciting, too. The far wall had a TV mounted on it, behind a tattered looking piece of plexiglass.
"About what I expected," Jack muttered, pushing one of the plastic chairs aside to make room for them. Katie took a tentative step froward, and lowered herself into one of the chairs. She's spent so much on this dress, she thought, and now here she was sitting on a piece of plastic recently occupied by some naked strangers ass. Not exactly what she originally had in mind, she laughed to herself.
As Jack started to sit down, the TV suddenly buzzed to life, its harsh light filing the otherwise dimly lit room. They sat silently as ads for 900 numbers and government warnings went by, and finally the movie started.
Jack kept glancing at Katie. What was he supposed to do, he wondered? Watch the movie? Watch her, watching the movie? Would she want to actually do something here? Should he have a ride share ready, in case she wanted to bolt?
Katie wasn't paying attention to Jack at all. The first scene in the movie started, with a large breasted woman cleaning an expensive looking kitchen. She was wearing a tight sundress, and an apron. A doorbell rang, and she poorly acted a line about the plumber having arrived. Katie watched as the woman let a surprisingly handsome man in coveralls into her house. She led him to the kitchen, and seemingly for no reason at all, the woman was immediately on her knees and giving him a blowjob.
A tingle ran up Katie's thigh. She realized she hadn't seen another man naked in long enough, she couldn't precisely remember when. She knew she'd find it exciting, but it was way more than she'd anticipated. Before long, he was lifting her onto the countertop, and pushing up her skirt, started going down on her. Katie found herself fantasizing about someone taking her like this. Absentmindedly, she started rubbing her knees together. She'd planned on only watching for a minute and then going home, but now she wasn't so sure. How much could they get away with in here, she wondered. Her husband was sitting next to her, rock hard, thinking the same thing.
Katie started to run her hand up her leg as the man on the screen pulled the woman from the countertop. She pulled off her dress, and bending over a chair, he started fucking her from behind. Katie yearned to be touched. She wasn't sure how long she could hold off. Katie was running both of her hands up and down her legs, straining to keep from touching herself.
"Babe, this is..." Katie said to her husband.
"Yeah" Jack muttered, wondering if and how he might convince her to have at it, right here and right now.
Looking over, Jack was surprised when he saw his wife, with her hands poised to disappear up her skirt. She shifted in her chair a little, her dress riding up, and started to touch the insides of her upper thighs. Was his wife really going to masturbate in this filthy booth, he wondered?
Katie didn't care where she was. She was so turned on. The man was lying on the floor now, and the woman was bouncing on top of him, her breasts bouncing up and down. Katie shifted her weight again, letting her dress ride up even further. With her right hand, she started to touch the outside of her white lace panties. She was already so wet, and she let out a soft moan as she rubbed herself gently.
Jack had turned back to the screen, but the sound of his wife moaning snapped his head to the side. He couldn't believe it! Her dress was almost all the way up, and she was touching herself. Her chest was heaving, and he couldn't remember the last time she seemed so out-of-control horny. He wanted to say something, or better yet do something, but he couldn't stop watching her as she gently played with herself.
Katie moaned again, this time louder. "Just look at them," she gasped, more to herself than to her husband. "It's so hot, the way he's giving it to her." Katie was sure the store clerk was about to burst through the door and stop her, which made her wetter still. She almost wanted to get caught, she thought, to have someone see her pleasuring herself like this.
She was just about to pull her panties to the side, and Jack was just about to stand up and unzip himself, when they both startled at a sound from the booth next door. It sounded almost like someone had fallen against the wall. Katie quickly rushed to pull her dress back down, and looked nervously at her husband.
That's when she saw it. The room was dim, and the glare of the TV made it hard to make out at first, but it looked almost like something had slid through the wall. Katie looked at her husband, and then leaned forward to get a closer look.
Her heart skipped a beat. "Jack!" she called out, in a surprised and loud whisper.
It couldn't be what she thought it was, she told herself.
"Jack, is that..." she started to ask, when it wagged back and forth at her. "Holy shit." she muttered. "Babe, I think it's a glory hole."
Jack was as shocked as she was. First, he couldn't believe his wife even knew what a glory hole was. Second, he didn't think they were real, and he hadn't even noticed the hole when they came in, but that was definitely a cock, and it was definitely through a hole in the wall.
Katie looked at her husband again, and then back to the hole. Her chair made a loud sound scraping along the floor as she scooted it forward. Katie leaned forward to look at it more closely.
Jack didn't know what to say, or do. Part of him wanted to go next door and kick someone's ass, but at the same time, there was something unmistakably sexy about his wife staring right at some stranger's cock. He couldn't believe his wife was sitting just inches from another man, let alone a man neither of them could see.
Katie glanced up at the screen again, and the woman was lying on a couch now, getting pounded. Looking back to the wall, Katie's first, completely involuntary thought was that this mystery dick was bigger than the one on screen, bigger than her husband's, and much, much darker. She'd never seen a black man naked, not in person, but here was this enormous piece of man mean, hanging through a hole in the wall. Whomever owned it wagged it back and forth at her again.
"Babe," she muttered. "It's...it's so..."
Jack swallowed a lump in his throat. He didn't answer her, because she was right. It was huge, at least 9 inches, he thought to himself. He felt both completely inadequate and completely turned on. He was about to tell her they should go, but something prevented him from opening his mouth. If he didn't know better, he thought she might reach out and touch it.
Katie leaned further forward, until her face was only a couple inches from it. "Babe...can I..." she started to speak, but she reached out and touched it with the tip of a finger before she finished speaking. It spasmed in response, and she quickly withdrew. She'd almost forgot it was real. With a giggle, she leaned forward again. Reaching out, tentatively, she wrapped her long, thin fingers around it. She could barely fit it in her hand. It was long, and the head was much thicker than any she'd ever seen before. Katie started to stroke it, slowly, a small glisten of moisture appearing on its end as she did.
Jack wanted to grab her, to stop her, but he couldn't. He couldn't believe how hard he was, watching his wife stroke a stranger's cock. He wondered if she even remembered he was there at all.
Katie continued to stroke it slowly, her eyes locked upon it. Glancing up once again, she saw the woman climb off the man on screen, drop to her knees, and start sucking him again. Within an instant, the girl leaned back and was coated in the man's hot cum. Katie thought she was going to cum, it was so hot, watching a woman get covered like that while she had a cock in her own hand. She started to stroke it faster, without even thinking about it, until she head a soft moan fro the other side of the wall.
"Babe..." she whispered again. "I don't know if..." her voice trailed off again, and she slowly slid down onto the hard carpet, the cock now even with her face. Licking her lips, she knew she had to taste him. Jack would stop her if he wanted, she figured, as she turned so she was facing right at it. "Babe, can I please.." she pleaded.
When Jack didn't object, because he was practically paralyzed himself, she leaned forward and kissed the tip. She had to wonder if she could even fit him in her mouth, it was so thick. Using just the tip of her tongue, she gave it a flick, and it jumped in her hand. Giving it another soft kiss, she opened her mouth and took just the head between her lips. She stroked it slowly as she kept it right there, taking it back out, and then pulling more of him into her mouth. She started to suck him, her hand giving him long strokes, as the wall moaned back at her.
Jack shuffled over to the seat she'd been sitting in, so he could see. He knew he should stop her, but what harm was there in letting her go, he figured. They were trying to spice things up, and he was so hard, he wasn't sure he could wait until they got home anyway. This long, black shaft disappearing into her pale skinned face looked better than any movie he'd ever seen.
Katie was so turned on. She couldn't believe she was sucking a stranger, in public, while her husband watched. Her body screamed for more, and with her other hand, she reached down and pulled her dress up. Reaching into her sopping wet panties, she started to play with herself. She moaned into his cock as she came almost instantly, her fingers dripping with her juices. She felt like an animal, and she needed to be fucked as soon as possible.
She needed to be fucked, by this enormous thing in her hand. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew exactly what she needed.
Katie released him from her mouth, and looked at Jack. He was sitting beside her, his pants unzipped, stroking himself. "Baby, this so hot. I think I need.." Before she could finish, Jack leaned forward, and putting his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her back to him. Katie took it as permission. She gave him the best blowjob she'd ever given anyone, slurping on his cock and stroking him as fast as she could. The wall moaned louder back at her, and started to thrust back and forth into her face.
Katie released him from her hand, and struggled to pull the complicated straps down on her red dress. Then she felt Jack's hands on her shoulders, helping her pull her tits out into the cool air of the viewing booth. Katie grabbed both of her breasts, continuing to suck this stranger's cock while she kneaded her own breasts. She wondered if he knew she was almost naked, and how horny she was.
She pinched her nipples and held her head still as the stranger thrust into her face. Jack had never fucked her face like this, and she couldn't believe how much she liked it. Katie wondered if it were possible to orgasm from giving head, because she was so hot right now, she thought she might explode. The cock almost completely filled her mouth, and she kept thinking about what it would feel like inside her.
She finally leaned back, and looked to her right. Jack had his pants around his ankles, and he was slowly stroking himself, staring at her with a hunger in his eyes that she hadn't seen in years. Looking to her right, a tall brunette was on screen, next to a pool, getting fucked from behind by a big, strong, black man. It was at that moment that Katie knew she couldn't leave without. Slowly struggling to her feet, she leaned forward and gave her husband a long, wet kiss.
Katie took the other stool, and put it so that it was across the booth from the hole. "Why don't you sit here," she instructed her husband, who stood up and stumbled into the chair. Standing in front of him, Katie bent over and licked her husband's cock. Jack almost came right then. She used her tongue to tease the tip of his penis, and he wondered if he'd be able to last more than a second once she wrapped her mouth around him. He wanted her to do it, and do it now. Leaning back, Jack closed his eyes and waited.
But she didn't wrap her mouth around him. Instead, he heard her moan like he'd never heard before. Looking up, Take was bent over in front of him, her big breasts dangling free, her hand between her legs. She couldn't be, he thought. Not his wife. She wouldn't.
But then she started to move back, and forward. Back, and forward.
"Babe," he muttered, nervously. "Are you..."
"Fucking him? She asked, breathlessly.
"Yes? Jack replied, in disbelief.
"Oh fuck yeah" she moaned in reply. "Just a little. Just the tip," she panted.
Jack wanted to jump up, to stop it, but the look on her face was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
"Can I have more?" she pleaded.
Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn't know what to say.
"Oh please baby. Can I have more?" She cried out.
"Yes" he whispered. Before the last of it left his lips, he saw her push back onto him.
"OH FUCK" she screamed out. "Oh fuck baby, it's so big. It's so fucking big." Katie pulled forward, and then back again. Forward, and then back further. "Shit baby, I think he's going to split me open. It's so DEEP" she cried out, as she pushed back. Jack could hear her ass hit the wall, and he knew she was taking the entire thing.
Katie held still as the man behind the wall started to fuck her. She felt like she was going to burst, it was so big, her tits bouncing back and forth as a man she'd never met fucked her mercilessly through a hole in the wall.
Jack shuffled back over to the other chair. He had to see. Katie pulled herself a little from the wall, and Jack stared as a giant piece of black meat disappeared in and out of his wife's bent over pussy. Katie was moaning like he'd never heard before.
Standing up, Jack grabbed her by the hips and shoved her back into the wall.
"OH FUCK!" Katie screamed loudly enough, Jack was sure everyone in the building could clear. "I'm going to cum. Oh fuck yes, give it to me. I'm going to cum on this big black cock!"
Jack slapped her on the ass. "Take it. Fucking take it." He said to her.
"Fuck yes" she cried out again. "I'm taking it for you, baby. Make me take it! Oh fuck yes I'm cumming!" she screamed. Jack could feel her whole body convulse. Her legs shook, as the man continued to pound in and out of her.
Jack couldn't take any more. He as going to cum himself, and grabbing his own cock, he shot a giant load all over his wife's ass, as it bounced and shook from getting fucked by a stranger.
Katie was lost in pleasure, loving the sensation of being totally used. She felt so full, so satisfied like never before.
"Where?" a loud, strong voice called out from the next room.
Katie moaned in response.
The voice knocked loudly on the wall. "WHERE!" it demanded, loudly.
"Oh fuck," Katie moaned as he increased his pace. "Fill me up. I want you cum inside me. Full my pussy with your cum!" she cried out. Then she felt it pulse within her, and she came for a second time, the sensation of a giant cock emptying itself into her too much to take. She pushed back against the wall, trying to take every last drop.
She stood there for the longest time, until she felt him go limp and fall from her. Pulling herself from the wall, she collapsed into the chair next to her husband. He was panting. "Fuck baby, I think I passed out for a second. That was amazing." Katie could feel a stranger's seed dripping from her pussy. She pulled her panties back over herself, capturing them.
They sat there for a while, before Jack panted something about going home. Katie tried to cover herself back up so that no one in the store would know, and when Jack was finally ready, the opened the door and stepped into the hall. The door to the next room was open, the booth empty. Katie wondered if she'd ever know who the stranger who had so satisfied her was, but when the got back into the store, it was empty other than the disinterested clerk.
Katie and Jack returned home, and fucked each other stilly all night long. She didn't tell him when he was the second man to come in her, and they didn't have to worry about being bored again.
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