Forbidden Fantasy Booth

The Forbidden Fantasy Booth
by sarahblackwellstories

Chapter 1
Lily looked around the kitchen, anything to stall from going into the study where her husband, George, was buried in paperwork. Sunlight poured in from the glass patio doors of their spacious suburban home, sending columns of dust dancing in the air like tiny disco fairies lost at home. The clock ticked on the wall almost unnoticed as she leaned against the cool granite countertop. Just get this over with, she told herself.
"Honey?" she called out.
Her voice echoed through the quiet house, casting a sense of loneliness that even the sun-streaked kitchen couldn't dispel.
George raised his head from the copious amounts of paperwork scattered across his desk, a look of mild irritation etched onto his chiseled features. Lily watched as he pushed his glasses up his nose and groaned.
"What is it, darling?" he said with resignation.
Lily sighed, pulling her pretty pink apron closed, the soft fabric clinging to her somewhat rounded frame. She felt a flutter of self-consciousness in the stillness of the room and couldn't help but compare herself to the sleek woman who had once captured George's heart.
She wandered into the living room, where the walls were adorned with neat frames containing family photographs of happier times. The furniture was worn but comfortable, inviting her to sink into its embrace, even as the dishwater murkyed her mind.
The polished hardwood floors creaked slightly beneath her feet, a soft reminder of a life she had built with George. A tapestry of memories hung over the fireplace, illuminated by the glow from the television. She used to curl up on that rug with George, watching late-night comedies and sharing secrets, but now it felt foreign, alien.
As she moved through the space, her gaze lingered on the various knickknacks and tchotchkes collected over the years.
A porcelain figurine of a mermaid, her tail laced with seashells and pearls, had been given to her by George on their honeymoon. Lily traced the smooth curve of its tail with a teary laugh. Seven years later, and that mermaid, with her ocean-blue eyes, seemed to be reminding her of the love that had slowly drifted away.
At the opposite end of the room stood a bookshelf stacked with a variety of genres.
Among them was an adult book that had accidentally been left on the shelf. It had a rather provocative cover, highlighting the contents with more than a risqué hint. Curiosity piqued, Lily moved closer, her eyes drawn to the colorful and titillating scenes.
Snatching the book, she felt a sudden thrill run through her body. The rush of excitement took her by surprise. The novelty of such material in her hands gave her a sense of freedom. She glanced guiltily over her shoulder to ensure George hadn't emerged from his lair.
Lily didn't need another fight, nor the passive-aggressive distance, which had come to define the last several months.
Gripping the book tightly in her hands, she made her way to the worn, yet comfortable couch, her heart pounding as if she were about to embark on a secret spy mission.
Plopping down onto the plump cushions, she hesitantly opened the book. The words she read drew her in, wrapping her up in an intense, vivid world of sultry connections and tantalizing discoveries.
She’d never encountered anything like it before. It felt forbidden, scandalous—truly exciting. Before she knew it, the afternoon bled into early evening, and the sun had begun to set. The rich hues of orange, pink, and purple seeped through the drawn curtains, illuminating her unexpected safe haven.
Lily pried her eyes away from the pages, knowing that she needed to rejoin the real world, but a newfound spark had been ignited. She glanced back at the study, knowing that George wouldn't even have noticed her absence.
As she quietly crept into the kitchen, she caught sight of herself in the hall mirror. A soft, natural glow radiated from within her, and her eyes held a depth that had been missing for quite some time.
She moved with ease, setting the kettle on the stove, each sound a grounding reminder of her present life and the discovery she'd made today. It felt as if an invisible weight was slowly being lifted from her heart, making space for feelings untouched for years.
Lily couldn't shake the thrill that coursed through her veins with each flirtatious vignette she encountered.
Over the coming days and weeks, Lily found solace in the world contained within the pages of her newly discovered book. Stealthily sneaking off from the routine of her life, she dived deeper into the novel, rearranging her schedule to ensure nobody would notice her absence.
George remained oblivious to the increasingly distanced nature of their relationship.
He was a man of numbers and timelines, believing that if they were both pulling their weight, then everything should work out just fine. He continued to bury himself in his work, piles of paper strewn across the dining table, while Lily quietly slipped away to immerse herself into her own private world.
The protagonist of her book, a striking and confident woman, had blossomed throughout the story, with each page turn revealing another layer of her sexuality and the allure she could exert without effort. This strong and beautifully seductive image started to shape Lily's dreams.
A feeling of wanting to break free—to evolve and become more like the women she'd encountered on the pages—emboldened her every decision. She would add bolder shades to her makeup one day, only to try a new hairstyle the next, as if she too could adapt effortlessly with each passing episode.
Lily continued these subtle changes in the background of her suburban life, her thirst for excitement tempered by her responsibilities as a doting wife. With every step she took, the courage to explore what she desired grew stronger.
One evening as she was reading the book, she came across a story of a couple visiting an adult bookstore... the man watching his wife sucking a stranger through a gloryhole.
A shiver swept through Lily. The very thought of such a thing had the air in her lungs constricted, half dread and half fascination. In her own quiet way, Lily began to wonder: what if she could step beyond the confines of her life and discover courage she never knew she possessed?
Pushing these thoughts away for the time being, she decided to take her curiosity on a virtual hunt, only to stumble upon a sub-forum for first-time experiences. A few members mentioned seeking their rendezvous spot in a back of an adult bookstore.
Lily's cheeks flushed, still daring herself to think about the possibility. Her breath hitched as she read the couples' anonymous stories that confirmed her suspicions of the existence of such places.
The internet usernames, 'ForbiddenDesires' and 'CuriousMrs', posted detailed accounts describing the excitement of tiptoeing on the edge of their comfort zones. Their thrilling narratives were accompanied by a series of vivid images which stoked the lively fire in Lily's imagination.
Her heart raced as she devoured stories which became increasingly graphic and naughty.
Yet it was a post by 'NaughtyList', describing every tiny detail with relatable charm, that gave her the final nudge.
NaughtyList wrote: “I never imagined it would be my cup of tea, but I was curious. I wanted an experience. I convinced my doting, trusting husband—if you can even call that convincing since he's always been a fan of giving me free rein. Our local bookstore was the perfect first step. Hubby stood behind the partitioned wall as I ventured into this uncharted territory.
I could gauge his excitement—it was so utterly palpable through the thin wooden divider.
I tiptoed into the labyrinth of stalls and slot walls, shrouded in artificial darkness, pretending to thumb through magazines before settling into my curious adventure.
Before I let the anticipation build too much, I scanned the scuffed baseboards and walls for any holes while slowly inching toward one.
The feeling of being a voyeur sent a rush of titillation through my veins.
I wasn't sure if there was someone on the other side of the wall waiting for me or not. Holding my breath, I gently pressed my lips to the cool, rough surface of the hole.
Nothing.
My heart plummeted, but then again, there was something perversely thrilling about the uncertainty. I'm fairly certain I heard my husband swallowing saliva on the other side of the wall as I silently prayed that this adventure wouldn't end before it even began.
I took a deep breath and tried again, willing myself to relax into this sensual escapade.
This time—contact.
Whoever was there mirrored my hesitant kiss, the sensation of which spread a thrilling warmth through my body. The connection was tentative and fleeting, lingering just long enough to make me tingle and yearn for more.
The kiss grew bolder, naughtier even. I wondered what kind of man hid behind the wall. Was he young or old? Handsome or average? It was the anonymity that made the exchange exhilarating.
I waited, my heart pounding with adrenaline as I tried to slow down my erratic breathing.
The magnetic pull of the hole was overwhelming. I leaned into it again, expecting the same fleeting encounter.
Instead, I felt nothing for a while. Just an empty echo in the recesses of my mind, where anticipation had swelled up earlier.
And then he whispered, "You're incredible."
His voice sent tendrils of warmth winding through my body, as if he'd caressed my skin directly.
But I wasn't prepared for what came next.
"Come through, let me hold you," he whispered, voice low and inviting.
I hesitated, torn between the desire to obey him and my own unease. Yet the promise of an intimate experience held me captive.
I cast one last glance at my husband, who was waiting for me in his own stall but still so very distant. In response, he simply nodded, allowing me to pursue a desire I'd never before realized I possessed.
I took a deep breath and stepped through the dividing wall, horror melding with exhilaration as the world on the other side became vividly alive.
It took me a moment to adjust my eyes to the dim light. So this was the world of secret desires and hidden passions. Despite its grimy exterior, it was strangely beautiful, filled with the gentle whispers and soft laughter of people exploring the depths of their erotic longings.
NaughtyList's words seemed to dance along with the shadows of the room, painting vivid pictures in my mind: herself and an unknown man united by curiosity, coming together in the clandestine corners of such an establishment.
Lily's heart thundered in her chest as she continued to read. NaughtyList described the atmosphere, a mix of cloying excitement and trepid anticipation that pervaded the room. It was as if she had opened a portal to this mysterious place, inviting Lily to explore it alongside her.
She imagined herself as part of this hidden universe replete with surreptitious exhilaration, enigmatically veiled in shadow.
Butterflies pirouetted in her stomach, yet she couldn't ignore the magnetism that beckoned her to pursue this tantalizing thought further. Her heart raced, and curiosity coursed like a torrent through her veins.
The tantalizing echo of NaughtyList's experiences left Lily's thoughts brimming with fantasies just beyond her reach.
She sat, hypnotized by the words, a delicate shiver travelling up her spine as she wondered: could she too find excitement within this secret world hidden mere moments from her suburban life?
Lost in tales of anonymous encounters and secret desires, the hours slipped away like stardust. When the book finally reclaimed her attention, her brows drew together in curiosity. She continued to read.
Weeks drifted by, with Lily at the helm of her own clandestine exploration.
Her newfound cravings were like an enchanting song, and she had become its most devoted disciple.
Although her relationship with George had not exactly improved, she wasn't ready to abandon her adventure into the world of the unknown. Her quest for discovery pervaded her mind, taking root in her subconscious as she dreamt up increasingly erotic scenarios.
But an unshakable feeling began to manifest in the pit of her stomach. Lily grew weary of engaging in her fantasies alone. She yearned for an encounter equal parts tantalizing and real.
As if conjured from her thoughts, inspiration struck Lily one morning over breakfast. She set a course for an adult bookstore with a peculiar reputation: a few online reviews featured titbits about husbands and wives visiting together.
“This is where the real excitement is,” the reviews said, and Lily was certain she'd found her answer.
She could feel her heart quicken at the thought of introducing George to her newfound escape, like a secret meeting of souls right where hers had blossomed. All through lunch, Lily fussed over table arrangements and ensured tea was brewed to perfection.
As her excitement grew, she could barely contain it, wondering how George would react to her plan for their afternoon excursion.
“Honey, get dressed,” she said casually as the clock ticked closer to their time of departure. “We have a date this afternoon, and I can’t wait for us to enjoy some time together.”
A spark flickered across George's eyes, but the flame was short-lived as he returned his attention to his work. “Darling, I appreciate the effort, but I really don't think I can spare the time right now.
Work is just piling up,” George muttered, barely even glancing up from the thick report in front of him.
Lily pursed her lips, focusing on the floral design of her teacup. She had so eagerly wanted to share her secret world with him. The thought of inviting George into her private haven had become a beacon, a flicker of warmth and security to anchor her fantasies. And now, she felt utterly deflated.
Still, Lily took a moment to muster up her courage and responded, "I understand, dear. I just thought it would be nice to do something fun together—something outside of our usual routine."
George lowered his paperwork, recognizing the disappointment in her voice. He looked at her, seemingly making a real effort to give her his full attention. "What exactly did you have in mind, Lily?"
She hesitated for just a brief moment, knowing what she was about to say would forever change the course of their marriage.
But she was unable to ignore the call of excitement anymore.
"Well, I had an idea," Lily began, her voice steady and certain. "You may think it's rather unconventional of me, but I want us to explore an adult bookstore today. There's a particular one that has caught my interest—the kind that encourages couples to discover each other in a new light. I think we could both find an exciting new connection there."
There was a beat of silence while George absorbed her words. Lily couldn't read his expression, leaving her with little idea what might come next.
She sat holding her breath, waiting for his response.
"An adult bookstore?" George repeated, eyes narrowed like he was turning over an unfamiliar concept in his mind. Lily began to worry that the spark inside her would be extinguished with a word, a frown, or worse yet - disgust.
Then, he broke into a knowing smile, the kind reserved for long-held secrets passed along during quiet moments of a marriage.
The weight in Lily's chest lifted, and she couldn't help but return his smirk with a bright smile.
"I suppose it's been a while since we stepped outside our comfort zone," George finally said, his voice thick with intrigue. "Why not?"
He returned to his work, seemingly satisfied with their decision. Lily, on the other hand, felt her heart race with anticipation, barely containing herself long enough for them to finish their meal.
The afternoon bled into early evening as they drove to the bookstore, the sun casting long shadows on cobbled streets.
Their destination, tucked away amongst nondescript buildings and forgotten establishments, lay hidden from the world's prying eyes. Yet, the anticipation of the unknown made it impossible for Lily to ignore the building's allure. A rush of excitement surged through her as George pulled into an empty parking spot behind the bookstore.
The worn-down, red-brick exterior didn't hint at the vivid secrets it contained within: a place where fantasies often unfolded under cloak and dagger.
Geometrically positioned decorative bricks spelled out the store's name: "Babylon Bookstop," a fitting symbol for the carnality housed within.


Chapter 2
Lily felt her pulse quickening as they approached the aged brick building, its weathered storefront barely whispering secrets that should've remained long buried. Her hand trembled as it hovered over the chipped, worn-down wooden handle. The air outside seemed to thicken, making breathing suddenly difficult. George leaned over and offered her a comforting smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, but it still warmed her heart.
His voice was gentle but sure when he finally broke the silence that hung between them like an invisible curtain.
"Let's step inside, Lily," he said, nudging her gently along with his elbow. "Lead the way."
Fueled by the surge of adrenaline and desire that coursed through her veins, Lily mustered her courage and pushed open the door. She crossed the threshold into this unfamiliar realm, leaving behind any lingering doubts or trepidation. George followed closely behind, as if sensing the gravity of this new adventure for them both.
Together, they entered the bookstore's dimly lit, maze-like interior—a place where long-forgotten fantasies intermingled with the scent of dust-covered books and age-weathered pages. A smattering of patrons wandered the narrow aisles, their heads bowed in deep concentration.
The discomfort of the unfamiliar scene sent a shiver down Lily's spine. She'd never been much for extravagance, yet an undertow of longing pulled her ruthlessly toward a world she barely understood.
As her gaze swept across the rows upon rows of books and DVDs, her intuition gravitated, pulling her closer to a non-fiction section filled with advice on relationships, intimacy, and exhibitionism. Each title felt like a step deeper into the unknown, and she feigned nonchalance as she ran her fingers along their spines, occasionally pausing to glance at enticing covers.
The thicker the book, the more thorough the subject, it seemed, and she could only ponder at what awaited someone brave enough to read them.
The corner of her eyes noticed George browsing through the sexual health section, a natural progression for her pragmatic husband; nothing could deter him from logic and order. She imagined that her curiosity must appear as random to him, but no less important.
An employee offered assistance, but Lily waved him off with a polite nod. She was transfixed by one particular book that detailed a couple's foray into voyeurism and exhibitionism. It discussed boundaries, safe words, and establishing trust before diving into the intricacies of one's most intimate moments unfolding in public.
She could feel the weight of its secrets in her hands, knowing that turning its pages might change her life and her marriage forever. Her heart raced, a mix of excited nerves settling in her stomach.
"Lily, have you found something interesting?" George's voice broke her trance, making her aware that she'd been standing motionless, still clutching the book.
"Yes, I did," she admitted as she hesitantly lifted the book for him to see. "It's about couples and new experiences, George.
I thought it might help us." She extended the book so he could view its cover: "Boundaries Unbound: Discovering Yourself and Your Partner in Public Play."
George's stoic demeanor faltered for an instant before he smoothed it out, now revealing genuine curiosity. "That's quite an intriguing title, Lily. So, you feel we need to explore that?"
She looked at him with uncertainty for a moment before answering. "Well, I thought it would be exciting to try something fresh.
And besides, we're already here," Lily replied, her voice steady, betraying the slight tremble in her fingers as she held the book. "New experiences can only help us grow closer, right?"
George hesitated, his eyes seemingly lost in thought. Lily could feel her heart skip a beat in anticipation of his response.
Finally, with a slow nod, George relented, "Of course, Lily. I'm always open to new experiences with you."
Warmth flooded Lily's chest, her husband's words echoing through her like a melody.
"Oh, George, really?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
George looked at her with a gentle smile and nodded. "Yes, I trust you and I'm committed to nurturing our marriage. Let's give this a try."
A giddy excitement bubbled within Lily, filling her entire being with a joy she hadn't felt in years. Her heart swelled at George's affirmation, the sound of his voice resonating within her. Lily's fingers trembled just a bit as she absentmindedly traced the book cover with her thumb.
A blend of elation and anxiety coursed through her. Overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events, she suppressed her feelings and looked up at George with a grateful smile. "Thank you, George. This means a lot to me."
Lily took the book to the cashier to pay. He scanned the title and smiled at her and George. "You know if you are looking to explore this topic, I'd recommend our video booths in the back." The cashier pointed towards the darkened area towards the rear of the store.
Lily felt a pit form in her stomach, but a small part of her was quietly relieved that he seemed to understand the purpose of their visit. George, unaware of Lily's intentions, looked slightly puzzled.
"Uh...sure," George replied, barely above a whisper.
They meandered through the dim isles, seeming like foreigners in a strange land. It felt both exhilarating and uncomfortable all at once. Finally, they reached the video booth area.
It was poorly lit, giving it an aura of secrecy and mystery. A faint echo of hushed voices and gentle moans made its way from behind the closed doors of the four available booths.


Chapter 3
The air hung heavy with anticipation and the faintest aroma of musk in the dimly lit aisles of the sordid establishment. Lily's heart galloped wildly as she contemplated the next step, her mind painting vivid images inspired by the salacious titles that adorned the shelves. It seemed an eternity ago they had entered this den of iniquity; she felt the weight of every moment they had shared since.
Lily was aware that her pulse raced madly in her chest, her hearthythmic dance a thrumming symphony, each beat shaking the marrow of her bones.
"We don't have to do anything we don't want to, alright?" George asked, breaking the tension that had been building between them as they approached the dimly lit video booths. His tone even and calm, though the slight quiver in his voice suggested he was every bit as nervous as she was.
"Of course, we don't," Lily assured, squeezing his hand gently before leading them down the aisle.
The rows of booths seemed to loom ominously before them as they walked in silence, choosing one that was seemingly hidden from view. Lily slid the door open with a quiet scrape, the sound igniting a spark of tension in the otherwise suffocating quietude.
George followed her in and slid the lock into place, securing them inside.
The darkness was overwhelming—with only the soft glow of the television screen illuminating their small space. As Lily watched George move towards the television with purpose, she finds herself enveloped in a sudden wave of trepidation.
Yet, she channeled her fear to resolve, determined to press forward with this unexpected connection.
The screen flickered to life, revealing a sensually lit room filled with luxurious furnishings and two people embracing—fingers tracing tender lines, mouths grazing each other’s necks lustfully.
Silently, Lily stood staring at the show before her, every fiber of her being consumed by the desires blooming within her like a flower too long sought after.
She allowed her gaze to drift down, watching the couple pressed together intimately. Her heart leapt and thumped with aching want as the man, on screen, gripped the woman from behind, possessively pulling her hair to expose her salty neck.
He took his claim, moving fluidly against the woman, their bodies sliding together in a language she couldn’t understand.
As the embrace intensified, hot breaths and lustful moans filled the small space, stroking the tender fire simmering within her.
Emboldened by the scene, Lily nervously reached out and touched Georges’ chest, simply wanting to feel a connection to him in this den of darkness and depravity. Her fingertips danced electrically against his skin, his protests silenced by a hunger far deeper and more primal than either of them had ever experienced.
In the half-lit room, their bodies pushed together, flesh mingling, as Lily's inhibitions crumbled. With trembling lips, she pulled his shirt up, over tensing abs and shoulders, throwing it to the floor before letting her hands explore him – tasting with touch and tracing the familiar contours of her husband with an urgent eagerness.
The movie on the screen ended and an new one started... this one was a woman visiting a gloryhole.
Lily felt her own pussy clench at the sight of the woman bent over the hole, taking the stranger's cock from behind. She could almost imagine the feel of her body pressed against the wall, the anonymous man's hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her.
George's fingers trailed lazily down the smooth skin of her arm, sending a jolt of excitement through her. Lily turned to face him, lips parted as she kissed him hungrily.
His tongue darting between her lips like forbidden fruit, she gasped as his hands wandered playfully over her soft body, groping and kneading her full flesh beneath her clothes. They fumbled with buttons and zippers, her heart racing and eyes fluttering closed, overwhelmed by the feeling of being touched and wanted.
The woman on the screen moaned "You are so much bigger than my husband...." as the stranger continues to fuck her. Lily is staring enthralled by the scene. The scene shifts to another woman, being fucked in a booth very similar to theirs...the camera shift to show the womans husband watching through a peephole, stroking his hard cock as she is fucked vigorously. Lily's eyes widen in awe, her own body igniting with heat at the spectacle before her.
George, now breathless, guides Lily to the seat in the small booth, pulling her onto his lap. He takes a grip of her hips, his thumbs tracing lazy circles near the waistline of her pants, teasing the edge of her ready pussy.
Lily's stomach clenched with raw desire; she pressed her lips fiercely against his as if trying to devour him whole.
She ground her hips back and forth, moaning at the delicious friction, encouraging George to take it further. Slowly, she managed to shed her clothes until they were a forgotten tangle in the booth. Lily sat back down onto his lap, her pussy slick and ready, feeling his hard length pressed eagerly against her ass.
The film unfolded on the screen before them, now unabashedly explicit. A stranger's strong hands gripped a woman's shapely hips, pulling her onto his shaft as they fucked like animals from behind. The woman looked wantonly, greedily at the camera; the husband watching with unmistakable admiration.
"Do you see that, Lily?" George whispered in her ear, breath hot as he gently rocked his hips against her.
Lily could not help but feel herself moisten further at the forbidden view, her mind dizzy with lust. The couple on the screen seemed so bold, so wanton and enthralled, she could scarcely contain her own desires.
"Yes," she murmured, her words barely coherent as she rocked her hips gently against George's hardness. "Yes, of course I see that."
In a sudden surge, she found herself rising from his lap, eager to shed the last vestiges of her own clothes. She stood before the flickering screen, bare to him and the dimly lit room. George drank in the sight of her with visceral appreciation, eyes wide and full of primal hunger.
He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, following the curve of her hips as he leaned in to kiss the tender flesh near her navel.
The screen flickered in a silent dance as the couple on screen shifted, changing positions.
The woman now on her back, legs spread wide open to receive the thick rod of her lover. Her body a beautiful writhing mess under his manipulations; it was raw, gratuitous, and undeniably mesmerizing.
"What are you waiting for?" the woman begged on screen, eyes pleading into the camera as if she knew they were being watched, as if she craved every ounce of Georges' gaze.
"Fuck my married cunt and fill it with cum" she begged. Lily's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as she took in the woman's raw sexuality, the way she demanded pleasure with every fiber of her being. She could see how much harder George's cock has gotten with this video. Shyly she asks "Are you picturing me as that woman?" A slight blush crept into Lily's cheeks, revealing the vulnerability in her heart.
"Absolutely," George moaned, his hands slipping beneath her to squeeze and knead the ample flesh of her buttocks.
Lily gasped at the sensation of his touch on her bare skin, the newfound freedom of being naked together in this dimly lit booth only fueling her heightened emotions.
A shiver of anticipation shot up her spine; it was now or never.
"Do you want to watch as a stranger fucks me, George?" she whispered, her voice trembling with the mix of her embarrassment and arousal. She imagined what it would feel like for another man to enter her, filling the part of her that ached to be dominated.
A stranglehold of mixed shame and desire tightened within her core as she awaited his answer, her bare skin flushed under the glow of the TV screen.
George's breathing deepened, his gaze fixed on the woman's body convulsing in pleasure on the screen. Lily felt herself grow even wetter at the sight, anticipation building to a crescendo. "It is a naughty thought...." he said his cock straining through his pants as the man on the screen cums in the wife. "You said you wanted to push boundaries...." he kissed her on the lips and pointed at the screen "Do you want to be that woman, giving her wet cunt to a stranger?" he growled, lust shining brightly in his eyes.
Lily couldn't help but find her breathing becoming quick as he spoke, that spark of curiosity turning into a roaring wildfire in her core. She nodded meekly, biting her lower lip.
"Do you want me to find a man, or leave the door open and let luck determine who joins you? I'll move next door and watch through that" he say's motioning to the hole in the wall.
"You won't be able to see me, but I'll see everything". Lily swallowed hard, her mind racing at the thought of acting out her most intimate fantasies in front of George.
A sense of vulnerability washed over her, but the spark within her, the one that craved this new experience, was stronger.
George moved to the booth next door. Leaving the door to Lily's booth slightly ajar. Lily could hear the moans of another couple through the open door, and found her hand drifting to her pussy.
She began to touch herself lightly, letting her fingers dance around her clit. With each touch she could feel her breath hitch, her heart pounding in her chest.
She paused for a moment, listening for any signs of George next door. She could only hear the muffled sounds of the movie they’d been watching together before she made her decision to open the door.
Lily returned to touching herself, her breathing getting heavier as she imagined the possibility of a stranger walking in. She desired an unknown man to take control, fill her with his hardness and make her scream with pleasure.


Chapter 4
The dimly lit booth seemed to pulse with an insidious rhythm as Lily sat there. The stale, dank smell of damp carpets enveloped her senses, awakening a primal acceptance that she could not shake.
The screen before her held the promise of things she'd never dared to dream: a man who would take her, not just make love to her. She listened attentively to the amorous whispers emanating from the adjacent cubicle, the barriers between them as thin as the veneer of her insecurities.
Lily could practically taste her desire, its intoxicating tang driving her wild with need. She eased herself back onto the seat, her fingers teasing her pussy.
Her wetness glistened under the muted glow from the TV screen, which flickered with the movements of the couple engaged in their illicit act. Her breath hitched as she pushed a finger inside her slick opening, surprised by her own eagerness.
She squeezed her eyes shut, a carnal shame gracefully laying itself atop the dormant fires of lust within her. Perhaps it was the anonymity, the sense of vulnerability, lending her the freedom to indulge these forbidden desires without fear of reproach.
The man's moans grew louder on the screen, something deep within her resonating with the raw, primal power gracefully projected onto the worn-out television.
Lily shivered, her damp finger slipping in and out, coated with her slick essence. Every muscle tensed as she tried to imagine a mysterious man behind that red-lit screen, craving to know what it would feel like to have his cock fill her completely.
Gently, two fingers delved deeper within. A wave of pleasure rippled through her, every movement building and crashing like the sea's surf against the shore.
Lily's fingers explored deeper, curling upwards as she imagined a mysterious stranger doing the same - filling her to the brim, satisfying a primal hunger she could no longer control.
It was all too much. She pictured George in the booth next door, eyes fixed on her sinful display, pleasuring himself to the sight of his own wife unhinged by her ravenous carnal instincts.
Lily's orgasm neared, escalating in its urgency.
She panted and moaned, her fingers pistoning in and out; the sound of her gasping breaths and wet, sinful flesh filling the booth. She could almost feel the stranger's cock plunging into her, thrust for ruthless thrust, replacing her own hand.
Her mind whirled as George's imagined groans joined those on the screen. Her body burned from within—for him, for the illusion of a stud, for shattering her own boundaries.
Lily shifted on the couch, spreading her legs wider and her fingers dancing across her swollen pussy. The TV buzzed with the sounds of a man and woman dueling in savage passion.
"Christ," she muttered to herself as her fingers found her slick opening again.
Gripping the couch and giving herself over to the desperate want, Lily's orgasm clawed through her. Her eyes clenched tight as her body shook and shuddered. Arching her back, she cried out, her head burying itself in the plush cushions of the booth as she came hard.
The door swung open slightly and Joe slipped inside the booth .
Lily's eyes shot open and she immediately covered herself. She was caught off guard, her heart pounding in her chest.
Joe simply smiled and knelt before the couch.
"I heard you needed some company," he said, softly.
The way his eyes hungrily examined her body made Lily feel bare and exposed.
"And I was hoping you could return the favor," he said, nodding at the television screen.
Lily bit her lower lip, heart hammering in her chest as she took in the handsome man who now knelt between her legs. He was every woman's secret fantasy with his smooth, chiseled features, deep-set hazel eyes, and the raw strength that poured from him. The flush of excitement intensified on Lily's chest and neck, spreading throughout her body heat like a raging fire.
Joe's mere presence alone was overwhelming.
Lily, her chest heaving with a mixture of sensual hunger and fear, was dumbstruck. She'd never felt so exposed in her entire life as her eyes layered back on the graceful frame of the stranger before her. She was powerless to resist him - a volley of sweat and adrenaline ran through her veins.
He took a step closer, exposing Lily's labored breaths with every deliberate motion.
His hand landed on her left shoulder, applying a gentle squeeze that sent butterflies scurrying along her spine. In that moment, Lily felt as if she were blind to the worldly concerns beyond the frayed edges of the dark cloth concealing the cubicle.
"Let me help you explore what you desire," Joe's velvety voice whispered, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of fresh cologne.
Lily could feel her body quivering in response to his touch, those words a seductive catalyst urging her to surrender control. She remembered the tantalizing pleasures of the couple on the screen, how wanton and uninhibited they'd been with one another. Hesitation drifted away as she opened her eyes and met Joe's steady, appraising gaze.
"I-I don't know what to do... or what I want," Lily stammered, her heart drumming inside her ribcage like a captive animal.
Her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
He leaned in, his mouth hovering near her ear. "Shh... Let go, just for a little while, Lily. Let me help you unravel those desires of yours. You won't regret it." Joe's breath tickled her skin, drawing her attention to his lips - a sinful proximity driving an irresistible craving through her core.
Without another word, his fingers trailed along her arm, leaving a shivering trail of goosebumps in their wake.
A seductive hunger boiled within her, awakening something secretive yet powerful. He pushed her back slightly, the couch soft and accepting as she yielded to his demand.
Lily submitted to his tactile dance, giving him silent encouragement to continue. He grasped each of her hands, raising them above her head, and pinning them down against the cushioned backrest. Surprised as much by her own body's willingness as by the stranger's assertive demeanor, she felt a flash of anxiety surge through her.
Yet, the embers of her own fiery imagination still crackled, burning with an enticing flame that refused to be quenched.
Joe's fingers ran along the nape of her neck, tracing the gentle curve of her shoulder with his lips. She shivered, feeling her inhibitions dissolve as quickly as the sweat on her skin in the stifling air of the booth. His other hand slipped between her legs, following the path down her thigh until his fingertips pressed against her mound.
Lily whimpered as his fingers moved in deliberate circles, teasing the sensitive flesh between her legs.
The stranger's mouth descended upon hers, capturing her moan in a hunger-filled kiss. Lily parted her lips at his assault, feeling his probing tongue dart between her teeth. Their mouths tangled together, an intimate exchange of saliva fueling their passion. The kiss was filthy, seething with the rawness that danced on the edges of her fantasies.
Lily tasted passion's lustful hunger and responded with equal fervor as Joe's mouth moved from her lips to her neck, his tongue tracing the curves of her vulnerable flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers parted the swollen lips guarding her entrance. Imaging her husband, George, jerking off in the adjacent booth had fueled a carnal blaze she'd never believed herself capable of nurturing. When Joe's mouth had joined the dance, her imagination was no longer the catalyst for this sinful encounter.
His fingers slid deeper within, and Lily moaned in surprised delight. They filled her, exploring the hidden labyrinth of her pleasure in a tantalizingly slow rhythm.
Lily thrashed restlessly beneath him, her breath hitching with every languid stroke of Joe's talented hand. The cacophony of groans and moans from the adjoining booth served as a steady, erotic soundtrack to the primal scene before her. Her body burned, alive with the fire only this enigmatic stranger had stoked, and it showed no sign of abating.
Lily arched into his touch, the weight of being in his command a heady concoction of excitement and trepidation. With each thrust of his fingers, the tightness in her core wound ever tighter.
"Oh, God!" escaped her lips as she grinded against his hand, her hips seeking the ecstasy that beckoned. She'd thought pleasuring herself had been the pinnacle, but knowing that Joe watched her, hearing those shared sounds of a forbidden act in the booth beside amplified every sensation.
She pressed herself against his invading digits, urging him to pump harder, faster.
"You're so fucking wet," he muttered, a smile in his voice. "Do you want me to keep going, or do you want more?"
"Y-yes. More," she stammered, feeling her climax nearing. "Please."
As if in answer, he hooked his fingers, rubbing against her G-spot with each thrust. Lily writhed and moaned. Her whole body trembled, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
The cries of pleasure she'd heard through the thin walls of her booth had faded to a background murmur in her lust-hazed mind. Lily focused solely on the sensations coursing through her body and the mysterious man who'd unlocked them.
"Please," she begged again, squeezing her eyes shut as she rolled her hips in time with the rhythm he'd set.
His thumb flicked back and forth against her clit, and she swore she felt her very soul shuddering within her.
Joe did not hesitate to give Lily more. He unbuttoned his trousers, pulling his boxers down just enough to free his erection. She glanced down, biting her lower lip at the impressive length of him. She'd never felt like such a schoolgirl, wanting to please her teacher by following every command. And dear God, did she want to please Joe.
He pressed himself against her entrance, pausing to tease her with the tip.
A whimper escaped her lips and she wriggled beneath him, desperate to feel his full length.
"Tell me, Lily," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Do you want this?"
"Yes. Please. I need you inside me." She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest.
Joe wasted no time, plunging himself into her with one swift thrust. Lily gasped, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain as he filled her completely. The sensation of fullness was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
She felt her vaginal muscles tightening around him, and a moan escaped her lips.
Joe saw her eyes roll back as her body convulsed with shaking orgasms. He could feel the contractions milking his cock, and his own release was imminent. He braced himself, grabbing her hips as the tidal wave of his climax swept over him.
"Fuck," he swore. "You feel so fucking good."
Lily panted, feeling spent, her head reeling from the thrill of having another man's cock in her. It was so naughty letting him fuck her bare. Only her husband had had that privilege before.
And here she was, surrendering to a temptation far stronger than anything she'd ever experienced. "Do you want me to pull out when I cum?" She heard him ask between thrusts.
"No, just - keep going." She barely remembered her reply as Joe continued his relentless assault on her senses.
The feeling of him riding her was utterly base, savage in its execution. Lily clung to him as he plunged into her, matching his tempo while their damp flesh slapped together. The TV screen flickered uneasily, casting an eerie glow upon their writhing bodies.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails biting into the firm muscle as she held on.
Everything about this encounter was illicit and wild - the taste of salt in her mouth from sweat-slicked bodies, the slap of skin on skin as he pummeled into her, his grunts punctuating the carnal symphony swelling around them.
Joe bent his head, taking one of her aching nipples into his waiting mouth. Lily moaned, feeling the sharp sting of teeth and soothing lash of tongue work in unison to heighten each sensation coursing through her trembling body.
Joe's cock punished her with an intensity unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
He held her tighter, tugging her hips toward him with each powerful plunge. The couch beneath her squeaked in time with their thrusts, a relentless erotic duet that reverberated in Lily's bones. Her breasts bounced wildly, unchained and at the mercy of the onslaught their bodies had unleashed.
The stranger's deep-seated groans spurred her on.
Lily's core tightened, hungry for release. Each desperate gasp, each buck of her hips against him served as an anthem to their clandestine union.
Joe's breath resembled a raging storm against her neck and ear, his warm voice snaking through the veil of her hair, "You're so fucking wet."
The degrading yet exciting words set fire to her yearning spirit, pushing her closer to a climax she could no longer resist.
"Oh, God, I'm going to cum!" Lily cried out, arching her back as an intense wave of pleasure began to surge through her.
Joe wasted no time, maintaining his swift, hard pace with a vigor that left them both breathless. They were locked in a powerful dance, one that would inevitably leave both of them spent.
His fingers interlaced with hers, holding them down over her head on the worn fabric of the couch. With his free hand, Joe sought out the engorged bud between her slick folds.
Her hips bucked uncontrollably, her entire body pleading for more - more friction, more filth. A groan escaped his lips as he mercilessly rubbed her clit, a rough and fast tempo that had Lily begging for relief.
Her pussy clenched around his cock as she fought the tidal wave of pleasure, that devilish glint in her eyes urging him to continue his relentless assault.
"Don't stop, don't you dare stop," she pleaded.
Between labored breaths, he flicked his thumb faster, and Lily's body answered with obscenely wet slaps meeting his thrusts. His name fell from her lips, a gasping prayer that begged for release.
Joe couldn't help himself anymore, the temptation to give into his own mounting arousal too great to ignore. The tension coiled like a spring inside him as the need to empty himself in this woman consumed him whole.
He could feel her pussy spasming around his cock, her whole body quivering in pleasure beneath him. With one final, powerful thrust, he held himself deep inside her. His semen burst forth, hot and unrelenting. She moaned with each spurt, her muscles squeezing him rhythmically as she experienced a second throbbing release.
Their bodies were locked together, bathed in sweat and lust. He relished the moment, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as their shared climaxes pulsed in perfect synchrony.
As they slowly descended from the euphoric heights of their illicit coupling, Joe withdrew from her warmth, leaving an intoxicating emptiness in his wake. He felt as though he’d been submerged under scalding water – unable to breathe, barely coherent – yet strangely alive in a way that only raw, earth-shattering sex could provide.
Lily lay there, her body boneless and completely spent.
The weight of Joe leaving her felt like being abandoned, a small part of her wishing he would stay and claim her again. Her mind was foggy, detached almost. Everything inside her felt exposed, vulnerable, raw. But it was a vulnerability she'd never known before, an exhilarating intoxication that blurred the lines of propriety that had trapped her in a mundane, sexless existence. The couch beneath her quilted in the shape of their passion, a testament to their furious tangling.
Lily's breathing was shallow, chest heaving as sweat dripped down her forehead, dampening her wild brown locks. A thin sheen of sweat covered her flushed body—the aftermath of exertion, of raw pleasure.
Joe leaned in, lips finding hers again in a lingering kiss, the taste of filthy lust still lingering on his warm lips. His soft touch traced a finger down her arm, feeling every goose bump he’d left in his wake earlier while his other hand absentmindedly played with the tangled mess that was her hair.
She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply through her nose to give her overwhelmed brain a chance to make sense of the last few moments.
Joe lingered above her, soft beads of sweat clinging to his chest while his breathing slowed. His fingers began to explore the curve of her body and Lily let a moan escape from the back of her throat, enjoying the new, welcome sensations. With every soft circle he drew on her body, she wanted to savor this moment - one she'd craved for far longer than she cared to admit.
She didn't want it to end, but she felt him get off the bench. "That was some of the best sex I've had here." he said to her as he got dressed. On his way out the door she saw him bend down and pick something up. Spend she lay there, his cum inside her.
It was still warm, a reminder of the intense, forbidden moments they'd just shared.


Chapter 5
Lily's heart raced, the mingled scents of sweat and sex permeating the booth with a heavy fog. She felt exposed on the crumpled red plush couch, her body still reeling from the rough, unyielding thrusts of Joe. There was an ache between her thighs, a dull but insistent throbbing that served as a reminder of the ecstasy she'd experienced with the mysterious stranger.
Lily lay there, her body seemingly tethered to the sticky cushions by some hidden anchor she couldn't name. Her chest rose and fell as her heart continued to race in time with her racing thoughts.
She couldn't just lie there forever, despite the intoxicating allure such a thought seemed to possess. Yet, the heaviness in her limbs belied any attempt at movement. Sheer force of will alone propelled her into action. With each tearing muscle and trembling breath, she managed to sit upright, shakily pushing the damp strands of hair from her face.
Her surroundings seemed foreign and sleazy, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of embarrassment.
In her lust-fueled haze, she hadn't realized that the door to the booth had been left slightly ajar, allowing enough light to cut through the darkness. As she focused on the open doorway, she could see the dim silhouette of a person standing in the hallway.
“Fuck, it’s just my luck you’d catch me like this.” Lily muttered.
His presence felt enormous, like a tidal wave about to sweep her into chaos again. He was taller than Joe, and the build wasn't right for George either....she looked around for her clothes, but couldn't seem to find her panties...
she couldn't find them anywhere. Her heart was pounding as she made eye contact with the stranger in the doorway, feeling even more exposed than before. She moved to cover herself, crossing her arms over her big breasts and squeezing her knees together.
"Mind if I come in?" the stranger asked with a sly smile, his eyes drinking in her half-naked form.
Lily hesitated for a moment.
The stranger's boldness both intrigued and intimidated her. She looked him up and down - his strong, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, the subtle bulge in his jeans hinting at the power hidden within.
Nervously, she nodded her head, and the stranger stepped into the dimly lit booth, letting the door swing shut behind him. The air grew thick with anticipation as he approached her, eyes filled with a hungry, primal desire.
Her heart was lodged in her throat and instinctively, she recoiled, unsure of herself.
"You're stunning," he said, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through the small cubicle. "I'm not going to hurt you."
A delicate smile played on Lily's lips. With hesitant steps, she uncrossed her arms and let them fall by her sides, exposing the milky globes of her ample breasts. His gaze darkened, and she shivered.
Sensing her uncertainty, he moved closer, his hands warm and firm as they cupped her full breasts, fingers circling the tender mounds.
Lily's breath hitched in her throat.
With a slow, seductive slide of his fingers, he traced the puckered peaks, her nipples hardening at his touch.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against her neck, his lips caressing the sensitive skin.
Lily whimpered, feeling the onslaught of sensations reverberating throughout her entire being, leaving her dizzy and hot, but more alive than ever before. His teasing touch sent streaks of fire burning through quivering muscles.
Lily was torn, she and George had agreed to one man fucking her, would two be ok? She could still feel Joe's cum leaking from her....Initially she ha intended for anyone she fucked her to pull out since she wasn't on the pill. She wasn't sure what had come over her.
Was this truly the woman who had spent years playing the good wife, the obedient, slightly frumpy partner to her husband's successful businessman?
Perhaps.
But this woman - this new Lily - was also a being of passion and unbridled desire, a creature of instinct whose heart had finally found a rhythm in harmony with her lustful needs.
And she wouldn't let this stranger leave without tasting his hidden depths. Yes, I do like that." Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper.
"But I don't even know your name."
" Tony," he said, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down enough to expose his already turgid cock, long and thick, and lined with bulging veins. Her breath caught at the sight of it. The hunger in his eyes made her pulse race with an anticipation that was part fear, part desire, and undeniably arousing.
"Tony," she repeated, tasting the new name on her tongue.
Her fingers brushed against the taught skin of his shaft, savoring the sensation of raw masculinity contained in her hand. With every pulse of her fingers, she could feel him throbbing against her touch—the promise of his pleasure.
Tony's hand moved up to Lily's face, gently cupping her soft cheek while his thumb traced her lower lip. "You have a beautiful mouth," he whispered huskily, breath hot against her skin as they locked eyes. The intensity between them grew heavy with each passing moment, crackling like electricity in the air.
Lily leaned in, parting her plush lips to take his thumb into her wet, waiting mouth.
Their eyes never broke contact during this dance between them, and as she gently suckled him, Tony's breath caught, his hips instinctively thrusting forward. Lily couldn't help but marvel at the power she suddenly held in her hands.
"Fuck, baby, ease up a little," Tony groaned, trying to stifle his reaction to her passionate embrace.
But Lily didn't let go.
Instead, she wrapped her lips around his thumb, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin and turning his desire into an urgent need.
Sweat began to pearl atop Tony's forehead. His hips slowly moved against her hand, curving her fingers around his rock-hard shaft. The blood that surged through him was thick, and he unbuttoned his shirt. Shadows danced across the room as Tony's actions cast the dim light to and fro.
Lily watched, her curiosity piqued, as the last of his clothing fell away. The sight that awaited her almost took her breath away. She devoured the toned abs, the coarse hair that covered his powerful chest, the taut skin of his arms—these were the attributes of a god, one forged in the fires of lust and passion alone.
Tony stood there for a brief moment, allowing Lily to fully take him in; his body language exuded confidence, emphasized by the slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
She released his thumb, her voice husky and breathless as she whispered, "I can't wait to taste you, Tony. I want to feel you fill my mouth."
At her words, he growled, a predator about to claim what was rightfully his. His hand moved from her face and caressed her neck, strong fingers tracing the curve of her throat and lingering there while his thumb teased her chin.
"Open up for me," he demanded, his voice barely restrained.
Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes never leaving his, as she obeyed, parting her lips wide enough for his length to slide into her eagerly.
This new man, this Tony, tasted unlike any other. Musky, a touch bitter, a hint of something sweet. All flavors that danced deliciously on her tongue as she swirled, licking at the underside of his cock like an eager kitten.
Lily's tongue explored every inch of his shaft, teasing the base of his balls with her tongue and sucking gently at the ridge of his head. His hips rocked back and forth, and Lily's hand snaked around his ass, digging fingers into the flesh there, steadying him while she orally worshiped him.
Spit-slicked, she let her mouth envelop him, bobbing her head rhythmically. Lily's ears rang with the low grunts that emanated from Tony, stoking the fire of her own arousal still further.
Tony guided her head back and forth, gripping fistfuls of her hair as he fucked her mouth, savoring the saliva that coated his cock, making his every thrust easier.
Despite her initially surprised hesitation, Lily reveled in the alien feeling of being dominated—the abandon, the lack of self-consciousness. As if her days of longing were beginning to dissipate in these moments, replaced with true, bodily satisfaction.
Tony sank deeper and deeper into her throat, fuelled by her growing eagerness and her soft moans of approval as she wrapped her lips around him. He trailed his free hand down her arm, reaching between her legs as he continued to thrust, exploring her swollen, wet folds.
"Christ, you're soaked," he groaned, pushing two fingers deep inside her. Lily cried out around his cock, overwhelmed by the sensations as he quickly found her g-spot, strumming it relentlessly with firm, circular strokes.
With his cock still lodged inside her mouth and his thrusting hips holding her head stable, she could do little but endure this electrifying torture—the kind she'd long fantasized about but never experienced before tonight.
She moaned around him, causing him to groan and fuck her face harder and faster.
Suddenly she stopped and looks at him. "I have a confession to make that isn't just my wetness you are feeling. Another man fucked my married pussy and came inside."
She was shocked to hear herself say that and immediately blushed.
Tony simply smirked and pushed two fingers further inside her, the added pressure sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her.
"You must think I am a slut." she breathlessly murmured, not knowing quite what to say in this bizarre circumstance.
Still, she found herself involuntarily enjoying the pleasure Tony gave her, moaning around him as he thrust deep inside her mouth.
Eyes wide, Tony observed Lily's reactions. "One might almost think this excites you," he rasped in a voice that was half purr, half growl.
Lily whimpered, unable to lie, even as the guilt and shame threatened to drown her. She just nodded her head, shivering as his fingers continued to work their magic between her quivering thighs.
"Good."
He emphasized the word with a particularly rough thrust of his hips, the mushroom tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, inciting a choking cough from her. Tony pulled back, his crown emerging with a lewd slurp from her wet lips.
"Such a good cock-sucking slut.” Tony shuddered with pleasure, his grasp tightening around her sweat-slicked shoulders as he poured every ounce of condemnation into those mocking words. Yet, beneath the rage, there was a feral hunger. He could sense the arousal in her voice, hear the wild, wanton predatory streak hidden beneath her facade. She was enjoying it, savoring the rough dominance he was amply supplying. And she wanted more.
His grip on her shoulder grew stronger, forcing her head once more onto his straining member.
"Take it deeper," he demanded, a command born from years of domination.
The veins in his sinewy arms bulged as he pulled her roughly onto him, causing such an abundance of sensations to gather in the pit of her stomach. She could feel Joe's dried essence oozing down her leg, adding to the already pungent smell of arousal and sweat. It coalesced in her nostrils, making her heady, dizzy from this forbidden dance of pleasure and pain.
As Lily struggled to breathe, Tony thrust forward, and the tip of his swollen cock nudged the back of her throat. Unable to resist, she gagged on him, writhing in a messy mix of pleasure and humiliation.
Tears leaked out of her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. It was unladylike, shameful. Her thighs trembled at the thought of her own weakness, but unable to break free, she surrendered to the exhilarating torrent of degradation and rapture.
The sounds of her throat's gargled moans mingled with her spluttered whimpers—proof of the hedonistic tempest tearing through her body and soul.
But just as she feared her lungs would implode from lack of air, Tony retreated, giving her a brief moment to gasp for much-needed oxygen.
She had barely caught her breath when he speared her throat again, thrusting into the depths of her welcoming mouth.
His hands weaved through her disheveled hair, gripping firmly as if he owned her. Driven by his unyielding rhythm, a primal desire sparked within her—a fierce longing that only he could extinguish.
Tony fucked her mouth with a vigor that stole her breath, each powerful thrust echoing his satisfaction in a filthy symphony. Lily's eyes watered, but she never faltered. Her need for him had transcended the sting of shame; the frenzy of pleasure thwarted any inclination to shy away.
Lily reveled in her own submission, unashamedly accepting the carnal cravings Tony unleashed as he controlled her mouth.
Gasping for breath between each punishing assault, Lily's arousal intensified, the insistent throb in her core urging her onward.
Her body trembled as she felt his pounding thrusts drawing closer to an inevitable climax.
Tony's hold on her became even more firm, fingers digging into her flesh as he gave himself completely to the reckless, mindless act between them. The sound of slick skin meeting slick skin filled the booth, mingling with the throbbing pulse of her heart.
"I'm going to fuck you until you scream," Tony panted, pulling out of her mouth and pushing her roughly onto her back.
Her heart raced at his words, a frisson of fear and anticipation making her shiver uncontrollably. She had never been so on edge, so wantonly abandoned herself to such raw pleasure.
But somehow, in this dimly lit booth, filthy with the scent of lust, that was exactly who she wanted to be.
Tony hovered over her for a moment, and she saw his eyes flicker with indescribable hunger, greedy for a first taste of the slick, pink flesh between her trembling thighs.
He reached for her wet slit with his eager fingers and, without ceremony, plunged two thick digits deep inside her.
"Oh!" Lily gasped, jolted by the sudden intrusion.
She tried to stifle her outcry as she arched her back, grinding herself against his thrusting hand. Beneath her bruised exterior and hesitant demeanor, she was a woman teetering on the precipice of rapture.
A mixture of trepidity and anticipation twisted through her core, creating a whirlpool of desires she had never previously entertained.
Tony's penetrating gaze remained locked with hers, as if he could see through all the façades she'd nurtured throughout her marriage. His mouth curled into a sinister smirk, and he added another finger. The sudden stretch made her grimace, leaving no doubt about her predicament or her duplicity.
Despite the discomfort, Lily couldn't deny the growing excitement.
With every finger, she felt the twitching and aching of her sex, her juices escaping in thick ropes onto Tony's eager fingers.
Lily moaned softly, her hands trailing up to grip her tits, twisted nipples tightening under her fingers as she writhed in ecstasy.
"That's it, slut. Let it out, let me hear you." Tony sneered, leaning forward to pinch her erect nipples in a way that sent searing spikes of pain through the bone-deep ache between her thighs.
"Please!" she sobbed, the word barely audible as that throbbing in her core demanded more.
As if sensing her desperation, Tony slid his soaked fingers from her slit and positioned himself between her trembling legs. He teased the tip of his pulsing cock against her engorged labia, spreading her glistening wetness and eliciting a fresh wave of mewling need. She craved this man who was brazen enough to unravel her very essence with every sinful touch, every command.
Oh, how she'd been starved for this kind of debauchery, the abandonment of inhibitions.
With a cruel burst of passion, Tony plunged his cock deep inside her, eyes locked onto hers, red and wild with unrestrained lust.
Lily's breath hitched upon impact, and she cried out, arching her back as her trembling limbs flailed in a futile attempt to counteract the ferociousness of his entry. Her eyes rolled back, tremors rippling through her body at the raw, invasive power Tony exuded.
She had never been so consumed, so dominated by a man; it was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.
Tony reveled in her response, gripping her hips to bear down with merciless intent. He hammered into her until Lily's strangled moans and sobs of ecstasy echoed in the small booth.
He did not offer her respite, allowing her no chance to acquiesce or regain her composure. His unyielding pace plunged her into new depths of abandon, pushing her to the breaking point.
The echoing smack of flesh against flesh resounded in the booth as he pounded mercilessly into her. Lily's visions spiraled into a haze of euphoric chaos, her pained breathing stuttering in unison with the desperate rhythm of their lovemaking.
Her moans filled the space, mixing with Tony's grunts and groans as he pistoned in and out of her, relentless and ravenous for every inch.
Every stroke into her warm, tight pussy only stoked the fire burning within him, making him hungrier for her submission, her pleasure. The feral sound of flesh slapping against flesh only heightened the arousal. The smell of sex permeated the air as his hard cock thrust into her with driving force. Lily was incoherent with ecstasy, but all that mattered was the orgasm brewing within her loins. Her whole body hummed at the thought.
"That's it, whore.
Take it like the fucktoy you are," Tony sneered, drilling his engorged cock into her wet, quivering pussy. Lily moaned relentlessly, unable to offer any resistance as she succumbed to the boundless eroticism streaming through every fiber of her being.
Tony's fingers interlocked with her, taking control, pumping her hard with an untamed force.
Lily was helpless—at his mercy—and she reveled in the feeling, surrendering herself to the carnal urge to achieve indescribable pleasure.
Desperate, she begged, "Please, I'm so fucking close!"
Her tits bounced with each thrust deeper into her core. This chubby woman was so utterly soaked and sensitive that she could feel his swelling cock hitting her G-spot repeatedly, threatening to release a flood of electric joy.
She couldn't hold back anymore, and with Tony's name escaping her lips in a moan, she felt like her heart was bursting from the overflowing tide of emotions.
Tony gripped her tightly, thrusting into her harder and faster as he felt her orgasmous walls clamping down on him, exerting maddening pressure in all directions. His balls tightened to the point of pulsing pain as the crescendo was nearing its pinnacle, the sensation taking over and pulling him down as he held themselves suspended above the abyss.
Suddenly he pulled out of her. Lily looked up at him confused.
“On your hands and knees slut!” He ordered.
Bewildered by the unexpected change but still burning with need, Lily obeyed without a word. Kneeling on all fours, she raised her round ass up high, swaying it teasingly, exposing the deep pinkness of her aroused folds as if to beckon him closer.
Tony's gaze lingered on her, lust-filled and intense. Reaching out, he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping firmly onto the soft, fleshy globes of her ass.
Lily felt even dirtier as she was fucked on the floor. Part of her wondered if there was dried cum on the floor under her. Her eyes looked at the hole to the booth where George was watching from.
She wondered if he too could hear the sordid cries of her and Tony, their pleasure tainted with shame yet unable to stop this ravenous tide.
Tony's hand left her ass as the mushroom head of his cock sunk into her slippery opening. Lily shuddered as a jolt of pure ecstasy shot up her spine, eliciting a ragged moan from deep within.
"Oh, God, Tony" she whimpered, the hard floor pressing into her knees.
"Is this really what you want?" he growled, emphasizing each word with a thrust. His eyes lingered on hers, burning with an intensity that should have scared her. Yet, it only inflamed the hunger in her core.
"Yes, more," she answered, her own voice barely above a whisper.
As if to oblige, the force of each movement intensified, rattling her plump frame and jarring her breasts with every jarring collision of their bodies. Sweat dripped down her temple, but Lily relished the contact points between skin and skin.
His grip on her hips aided each thrust, his cock hammering her, stretching her walls as she craved.
Tony's balls slapped against her sensitive mound, every strike increasing her euphoria.
"Goddamn, Lily! Your cunt is so fucking tight!" he shouted, eliciting a keening wail from her lips.
Her climax drew closer—that beautiful, mind-shattering explosion building within her.
"Harder, Tony!" she cried out.
“Tell me how much of a slut you are.” He sneered.
"Say it, Lily! Make me believe you love every damn inch of this fat cock owning that greedy cunt!"
The words struck her like a bolt of lightning, sending fiery ripple effects surging through her core—a carnal firestorm that begged to consume every fiber of her spirit.
” Yes, I'm a slut for your cock!" Lily shouted the shocking confession, words reverberating in a moment of unbridled ecstasy as they collided. "Punish my wet married pussy.” Lily panted, scarcely believing her own words. “Fuck me harder, Tony, harder!" she called out, like a wild animal in heat.
The crude language only fed his lustful addiction. He curled his fingers against the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks wider. The heat of their thrusting bodies filled the small space; their obscene lovemaking drowning out the white noise of erotic films from booths beside theirs.
Tony fucked her like a man possessed, claiming her cunt so deeply she felt his size and power in her very soul.
It was wicked, sinful, and the most arousing feeling she'd ever experienced.
"Take me," she panted, again and again. "That's it, fuck me hard, you dirty animal. Oh!" she moaned as her tits swayed with Tony's powerful strokes, the friction between her thighs burning oh so sweetly.
Their bodies slapped loudly, shaking the booth as they indulged in this illicit act of carnal lust and desperation.
“Your husband never fucks you like this does he?” Tony hissed. “Admit how much better this is. Beg me to fill that fat cunt up.” He continued to hammer his cock into her needy hole, leaving no space for her to shy away from the truth.
“Please, Tony,” she whispered meekly while biting her lip, “fill me up.”
Her response propelled him to the edge, and as if refusing to let any self-control override his lustful desires, he yanked her hair back, forcing her to meet his demanding gaze.
"Filthy fucking slut," he hissed, a triumphant cocktail of love, anger, and fascination etched upon his features. "Say it again; I want to hear you."
Lily shivered in response, panting as his gruff words teetered between harsh and tender. She felt more alive than ever before. The idea of being his dirty secret—his filthy fucking slut—excited her beyond belief. She was unraveling someone she'd never dared to meet until now.
The words fell from her lips willingly, with unshackled self-deprecation. "Yes, Tony, I am a slut for your fat cock."
Tony released her hair as if acknowledging her obedient confession. Lily's head bowed, resting on the sweat-slicked stall wall as Tony's thrusting became more ravenous. Her body shuddered; every forceful plunge stoking the maddening inferno threatening to consume her.
"Be. A. Filthy.
Slut.
The words reverberated in Lily's mind with every forceful plunge, coiled around every nerve ending, coursing through her body like wildfire. She was unfathomably wet, and each motion fueled the firestorm ripping through her core. With Tony's every viscous stroke, Lily could feel that electric thrill – that irreplaceable sensation of his pleasure mixing with hers.
"More." She begged, barely able to form the word through gritted teeth.
"Harder."
With every ounce of power he had, Tony slammed into her. Their hips met with a smack that echoed around the dimly lit compartment, encapsulating both the pleasure and the shame resonating between them. Dirty talk, indecent thrusts, and the smell of sweat combined with the thick musk of sex was truly an irresistible potion she couldn't resist despite the guilt tugging at the edges of her mind.
"My slutty whore." He grunted, pulling almost entirely out of her, only to thrust back into her slick depths. Her tight walls stretched around him, and the suction of her pussy was almost too much to bear. "Are you enjoying your punishment?" he growled between his teeth.
"Oh, yes!" she whimpered, squirming beneath the weight of his torso.
Perspiration dotted her brow, and her body trembled, as if she was seconds away from a tectonic climax.
The wet *slap-slap-slap* of their sex-drenched flesh punctuated the air like a sordid symphony she never wanted to end.
Heat surged from deep within him, his testicles drawing into tight, throbbing knots. He could feel her climax building as well, her core pulsing rhythmically against him like a beating heart.
The sounds of their bodies thundering against one another echoed loudly in the enclosed space, punctuated by Lily's fiery gasps and coarse words that sent Tony over the edge.
"Goddammit, Lily, you're fucking dripping on my balls," he barked aggressively, admiring the impact his property in her had.
Lily was wet and well lubricated like never before—this insatiable desire that had been building within her ever since she walked through that door. Her sweat dripped onto the floor, her naked tits bouncing with each breath.
“Cum for me slut!" he commanded, driving himself into her even deeper. Lily whimpered as she followed his orders, her legs shaking as she arched her back against him. He buried himself in her one last time, harder and more forcefully than ever.
Lily's walls tightened, milking him of every last drop. Tony groaned, the primal sound reverberating against the hard stall wall, aching to meet the echo of his unlatched frustration.
He couldn't hold back any longer, nor could she. Their mutual orgasms came crashing over them, like a tidal wave of sensory euphoria threatening to sweep them away forever.
Lily's moans and cries of pleasure mingled, creating a symphony as sweet as the music in her heart.
Her body trembled, twisting with every spasm that wracked her limbs. Tony's grunts of satisfaction echoed against the walls, a mockery of degradation that excited Lily.
As their climax ended, they lay together on the floor, gasping for air. A warm, satisfied glow spread through Lily's belly. Desire, shame, embarrassment, and pleasure all wove themselves together in a knot that tugged at her insides.
She was floored, questioning the sanity of what had just transpired. Her breathing and heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
Tony's grip on her body began to loosen, limp arms and legs sprawled scattered on the filthy floor. The intimacy between them was palpable even under the fervent sheen of shame and sweat that painted their skins. Tony's erection throbbed slowly, reluctant to leave her company; he pulled himself up, retreating from her warmth, leaving Lily trembling amid the carnal ruin.
With his withdrawal, reality crept its way back into the foreground. An overwhelming dread congealed in her chest.
The shame of her actions bubbled to the surface with each labored breath she sucked in.
Tony glanced down at his half-erect cock, now sticky with their mutual release. The remnants of their wild tryst were impossible to ignore, but instead of shame or disgust, Tony's sinister smile only managed to unravel her control even more.
Lily disentangled herself from the mess on the floor, scrambling to her feet, desperate to escape this degrading scene.
But her shaking legs and the disorienting spin of the post-climactic fog anchored her in the confines of the sordid booth.
Tony stood up, towering over her. The hungry glint in his eyes still burned even though they were covered in saturated satisfaction. She couldn't bear to look at him, now feeling nothing but humiliation surging with her every pulse.
Lily's mind reeled, recounting the vivid sensory experience she'd endured. The smell of the stale room, the moist sound of their bodies crashing together—it all taunted her with what they'd done. How could this have happened?
Guilt began to consume her, but it was too late to take back the feral act of libidinous abandon that had left them both breathless.
Lily searched for her clothes with frantic eyes, desperate to cover the soft flesh that was a testament to her weakness.
A blush stained her face, spreading to her tits and stomach as shame sank its barbs deep into her skin. She hastily threw on her clothes, muffling her trembling hands in the fabric.; unable to find her panties, she pulled her dress over her head, and the fabric felt like it was judging her for what she had done.
Tony watched her, amusement dancing in his eyes as Lily clumsily dressed herself.
He sauntered over, stepping into the dim booth light. His gaze flicked hungrily up and down her body, pausing at her breasts, which still showed the faint traces of where his mouth had taken his fill.
"You've got my juices all over you, slut." He smirked, a wicked glint in his shadowed eyes. "Must have fucked you good."
Lily whimpered, her face twisting in shame as she realized his cryptic implication.
"Listen, Lily, you enjoyed it as much as I did," Tony whispered, inching closer. "And from what I can see, there's a filthy slut yearning to emerge at last."
His voice filled her with a concoction of emotions: fear, anger, disgust, and an unexpected spark of excitement.
His hand reached for her, brushing his fingers against her arm. A chill ran through her body, causing goosebumps to scatter on her skin.
Her stoic expression wavered for a brief moment, but she'd promised herself this\—no matter what the cost.
"You've never done this before, have you?" Tony asked her, his voice full of intrigue as he stepped closer.
Somehow, the question gave her confidence. Here in the dark corner of this adult bookstore, surrounded by the secrets of strangers, she felt less vulnerable.
"No... first time," Lily admitted, a faint hint of defiance returning to her voice.
Tony's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable.
"First time, huh? I knew the moment I met you that you were hiding something, Lily. Every woman who walks through that door carries their own secrets and desires."
Their eyes met in the dim lighting, and Lily could sense his hunger. She was exposed—humiliated, wet, and wanting more.
"Well then, when you want more find me here again," he said, smugness curling at the edges of his lips.
"I know how to give filthy fucking sluts like you what they need."
Lily's body trembled, but not from fear. There was something exciting about his arrogant confidence—she'd let him have the upper hand, and she could tell he was enjoying it.
"Tony, listen—" She reached out to touch his arm, looking into his eyes. The moment her fingers brushed against his skin, electricity buzzed through her veins. The intensity of her pleasure shocked her, and the thought made her face grow hot. "I...
I need to think about this," Lily stammered, barely recognizing her own voice.
Tony's eyes gleamed mischievously as he stepped away, his body radiating a lingering aura of their previous intimacy. "Of course, Lily. I have faith that you'll make the right decision. I know your type," he whispered confidently, his words lingering like an insidious disease inside her brain.
"You want adventures, thrills, and pleasure beyond the monotonous life you're living. You walked through those doors for a reason."
Lily hesitated, uncertain of how to respond. His words wormed their way into her conscience, making her feel reckless and wanton all at once. The man had read her mind before she had a chance to process her own desires, and it was terrifying how accurately he identified what she'd been craving.
With that he gave her ass a smack as he slipped out the door , leaving her alone with her breathless thoughts. Lily looked around the booth and shivered.
She had sunk so low, seeking her pleasure from the hands of strangers behind closed doors, but even so, she knew her husband would never be able to make her feel like that,


Chapter 6
Lilly looked disbelieving at the couch and the floor where she had just fucked not one but two strangers. She blushed deeply thinking about it, feeling their seed start to slide down her thigh.
She wrestled with the thrill of what she had just done. NaughtyList’s stories had led her here and she had to admit that was some of the best sex she had ever had. But another part of her gnawed at her, worried about how George would view her.
The door opened once more. Lily turned about to tell the person she was about to leave and was done for now. She was relieved to see it was George.
He stepped in, looking somewhat unsure of what he may have interrupted, but his confusion turned to a mischievous grin as he took in Lily's disheveled appearance.
George smirked, his gaze darting to the exposed section of the couch behind her.
"Having fun, my dear?" he asked quietly. The lewdness in the timbre of his voice made her heart flutter with anticipation.
Lily swallowed tightly, searching for the right words to explain her infidelity without causing a fight. She lowered her gaze, silently cursing her tangled hair and flushed cheeks that advertised her forbidden acts all too clearly.
"It's not what you think," she stammered nervously, twisting her fingers in front of her as silent confessions fought to escape.
"I mean, well—it's not like I planned—"
George stepped forward, silencing her with a gentle but firm kiss. Lily clung to his shoulders, letting her mind soar in the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure he offered with every stroke of his tongue.
As his hands casually slipped under her dress, slowly ascending up her thighs, she gasped, her breath hitching in her chest. The room spun, time crawled to a near stop.
Their kiss deepened as George's hand finally took purchase on the tender mound between her legs. His fingers explored her folds, already damp with arousal.
He broke their searing kiss, his eyes meeting hers. They were alight with something profoundly intimate and forbidden.
"Fuck, darling, I can feel how wet you are," he murmured, never breaking their gaze. The wickedness in his voice was something she had never heard before, and it made her heart flutter nervously.
"George..." Lily whispered his name as if she didn't know who he was anymore. He began to knead her thighs as they stood in the sordid booth, their embrace a mingling of shame and desire. “I don’t know what came over me. When we said you’d watch from the other booth, I was thinking it would just be touching and maybe some oral…but…” Lily trailed off, embarrassed at the sheer confession.
“But?” George growled, his eyes flashing with desire. He had seen everything through the gloryhole.
“I couldn’t help myself…I felt like I needed something, and then Tony started talking to me, and…it was like I couldn’t say no.” Tears began to well up in Lily’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, George. I never meant for it to go that far..”
George let out a low, husky chuckle.
”I saw it all, darling. It couldn’t have been any hotter, even if I had planned it myself.”
His fingers continued their delicate exploration, tracing her sensitive flesh, lingering in her wetness. Lily shuddered, biting back a moan. The feel of his touch erased any guilt weighing her down, letting the thrill of their debauchery consume her fully.
”Feeling the weight of my eyes, you couldn’t contain yourself, could you?” he crooned seductively, inching his fingers in deeper.
Lily whimpered, the sound a heady combination of guilt and pleasure.
George smiled against her lips, capturing the soft moan between their connected mouths, eliciting an inner fire she couldn't contain.
His thumb circled her clit, drawing lustful cries from deep within her. Her back arched, and she pressed herself against his hand, inviting him in deeper.
She clung to his arms desperately, trying to steady her shaking body as the intensity of pleasure mounted between them. Her stomach muscles tensed while her legs turned to jelly.
Lily trembled, biting her bottom lip as she reveled in the torrential flood of delicious shame washing over her.
George sat her down on the couch, hiking her dress up to expose her well used cunt.
Before she knew what was happening, his mouth descended upon her swollen and sensitive nub. A flood of pleasure coiled inside her cerium, leaving her weak and needy for more.
"George," she whimpered, laying back on the filthy couch, her head thrown back as her orgasm rushed through her in magnificent waves. "You know they came in me right?"
His tongue flickered at her clit, hungrily.
He reached under her, groping for her ass. When his fingers found their target, he pulled her closer, letting her soft folds fill his mouth. Lily's entire body trembled as George fucked her with his tongue.
He teased her entrance with the tip of his exploring digit, rimming and caressing the sensitive flesh until she moaned loudly. Only then did he finally penetrate her, delving deeply into her slickness.
Lily squealed, gripping the cushions of the couch as George thrust deeper into her with both his tongue and fingers.
Her whole body writhed under the sensations, a chorus of moans, gasps, and cries spilling from her lips.
The loud slap of wet flesh echoed in the grimy adult store as his thumb found her tight entrance, pushing and pulling in a coaxing rhythm. Their eager sounds matched the pounding drum of her heart swelling inside her chest.
George, still kneeling between her spread legs, hissed an obscenity, "Goddamn, Lily, your pussy is so damn wet! I never seen you this wet!” George marveled, his mouth returning to its delicious task of savoring her luscious center.
Spasms of delight rippled through Lily as George's fingers caressed her inner walls with masterful intent. She thrashed on the couch, completely overcome by scandalous desire. The ache between her legs grew with every thrust of his talented digits, the room swirling around her in wanton delirium.
Lily's cries grew louder, melding together with George's moans as he feasted on her pussy.
He sucked her clit while pumping his fingers in and out of her, faster and faster. Her muscles clenched around him; he knew she was close to the edge.
George curled his fingers upwards, finding that magical spot inside her—the one responsible for shattering her inhibitions into a million shattered fragments. Lily succumbed to her desires, the intensity of her reaction palpable.
Her orgasm consumed her, liquid fire surging through her veins as her pussy tightened around George's questing fingers. She screamed out her release, losing control of every muscle in her body, shaking with the strength of her pleasure.
Her head rolled from side to side, eyes squeezed shut as wetness engulfed George's fingers. It was a mixture of both his and the stranger's release—a salacious reminder of the illicit acts she'd just committed.
George groaned, his own excitement growing with every shuddering cry escaping the woman he cherished.
Lily's juices glistened on his fingers, and the aroma of their mingled pleasure filled the small booth.
He reveled in the scent, savoring the tantalizing mix of their taboo desires coming alive between their connected bodies. Her thighs clamped around his face as she careened over the edge, drowning him in the flood of her orgasm.
With each thrust and flick of George's tongue, Lily's head tossed from side to side.
Her grip tightened on the couch, her own filthy pleasure mixing with the remnants of the men from before. The thought fueled her lust, her cries growing even louder as she climaxed again.
But George wouldn't let her rest. He sucked and licked, drinking every drop of desire from between her legs. He trailed his tongue teasingly up, finding the sweet spot beneath her belly button, causing Lily to squirm as lust surged through her anew.
George raised his head and grinned wickedly at her.
"Fuck, Lily, you taste divine. I can taste them too; a bit tangy but delicious, all the same," he growled. He slipped his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips. Lily's eyes grew wide with surprise as she watched him lick their combined essence from his digits with relish. She squirmed with shame, but also a tinge of excitement as she looked at the man in front of her. He was experiencing her dirty secret, and somehow, that made her crave more.
“Maybe we should make this a regular thing.” He mused.
Lily blushed crimson at the thought as his fingers intertwined with hers.
Lily look over at the hole in the wall, smiling an idea of a way of thanking her husband for being so understanding.
“I can see how hard the strangers fucking me made you, but Tony left me a little sore…” she peeked into the booth George had been in and then crossed the room and peeked in the other hole. Just what she was looking for! There was a young woman alone in that booth. “Why don’t you go next door and see if you can help her out.” Lily said with arousal in her voice “while I watch and recover.” George cocked an eyebrow, surprised but tantalized by her proposal. Before he knew it, his cock sprang free from his pants, standing at attention. Lily’s hungry eyes drank him in, devouring his glorious length. She licked her lips, her excitement rapidly building.
"Hmm, go on then, make her cum nice and hard," Lily growled, giving George's ass a smack to send him on his way.
In the booth next door, the mystery woman's body tensed as her door opened.


Chapters 7 & 8 & 9 (cut for space)