Frustrated wife, illustrated, animated gif

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hairless pussy, freshly shaven that  morning, and full breasts, upturned nipples hard, stared back at her, ready for the day. She had been visiting her parents for a week, over her mother’s birthday, and missed her husband terribly. She was in such a state of agitation and there was only so much fingers and her imagination could do for her!

Today she planned to go shopping before getting on the train at Union station that would take her home.

Buy Alex, her husband, a present to show how much she missed him. She wasn't sure just what to buy yet, but shopping was fun, and she had the whole day. She dressed herself in a short skirt and a sleeveless strap top. It was summer after all and no sense in having more on than that. Her father would be dropping off her bag at the train station later today, so all she had to do was pack up what she wasn't wearing.

Her thoughts still on sex, she deliberately ignored panties. It made her feel even sexier, and she squirmed a bit, touching her breast lightly, the nipple instantly hardening and poking through the thin fabric of her shirt.

"Damn, I better get going," she said, reluctantly stopping and grabbing her purse.

The day was windy, and her light skirt fluttered in the breeze, threatening to lift off at any moment like a kite in the wind. The cooler air felt good on her bare skin, her pussy caressed with each gust, and it made her eyes widen each time she caught the fabric flapping higher. Luckily the bus arrived before she had an accident of any kind, and she found herself a seat at the back.

"Fuck," she said, absently running a finger up and down her thigh, "I can't wait to get home. I need to have Alex..." her finger traveled her thigh, pausing occasionally in it's vertical movement to trace circles on the bare flesh just below her skirt.

She was almost unaware of this, until an older man sat down opposite her, near her stop, and flashed a sudden grin. She assumed for a moment that he was simply attracted to her, and was flattered... until she followed his gaze, and realized he was looking at her finger, a mere inch away from her hairless, exposed pussy!

Excited and scared beyond what she had ever experienced in her 25 years, she quickly stood up,pushing the stop button, and rushed to the doors. She got off at the next stop, a full 2 city blocks before her stop at the big mall.

"Oh my god," she thought. "I cannot believe I just did that."

The idea of her touching herself while someone watched excited her, but having been so close to doing it, and in front of a stranger, had her wet. She looked around, examining her surroundings. This wasn't the best part of downtown, but it wasn't so bad. She may even be able to check out some of the stores on the way.

Two city blocks are not, however, two small town blocks, and the shoes she was wearing were not great ones for walking distances. Soon enough her feet began to ache, and when she spotted a shoe store she knew she was going to buy some comfortable sandals.

She went into the store, the air conditioning cool on her skin, raising goose bumps. She sat gratefully on one of the chairs provided as a salesman came to assist her.

"Hello there Miss. And what can we help you with today?" he asked, smiling lightly, but in that distracted and almost bored way most salespeople do.

"Sandals...something that are comfortable for walking. These..." she held out one foot for him to see, "...these are just too uncomfortable, and I don't want blisters"

After a small discussion involving sizes and styles, the salesman went to fetch some boxes, and Carol relaxed into the soft chair. She was still more than slightly excited, and the cool air had served to stiffen her nipples to hard points in her top. The salesman returned, boxes on hand, and knelt before her, taking her foot in his hands and undoing the strap, slipping it off. It wasn't until he looked up that the slightly bored expression left his face. The young wife sitting in the chair, head back and looking up was not wearing panties! Her hairless pussy, slightly wet, was looking at him from between her thighs, exposed by his raising of her foot, and therefore leg. 

His eyes bugged out a bit, and his fingers fumbled with the shoe, dropping it to the floor. Carol was unaware of her second flash of the day, his warm hands on her foot relaxing her as much as the comfortable chair had. He opened the first box blindly, grabbing the strappy sandal and slipping it on her, his eyes never leaving the pussy in front of him. The flush on his face may have been lust, or it may have been shame... he could have had a daughter this age.

He carefully reached for the sandal, one that complimented her pale skin, and slipped it on, having to lift her foot slightly higher to do so. His eyes never left her sex, his fingers trembling slightly as he slipped the straps into place.

"I'll have to put on both for you to walk around, test the fit."

"Sure," she replied, absently, her mind on her previous experience that day.

He set her foot on his knee, and lifted her other. This placed her legs at an angle, opening them at the knee, slightly spreading her lips. He lowered his head, concentrating on both the vision of beauty and forbidden desire in front of him, and on removing the shoe. It was as he was placing the second sandal on her foot that she happened to look down slightly... and saw herself in the mirror. Saw her naked pussy exposed to the salesman. Saw her wet naked pussy.

Carol's eyes widened and she almost closed her legs....and then changed her mind. She leaned back into the chair a bit more, and rested her head on the back, her eyes half closed, watching in the mirror. The salesman continued to stare at her, noticing that she
was growing wetter by the second. This woman was definitely turned on...and by now he was actually scared to look up. Just in case.

From behind her slitted eyes she watched him. He was flushed and sweating, his eyes glued to her sex. Did he want her? She thought so. He was old enough to be her father, and yet he wanted her. What would he do? What should she do? Time froze. Here she was sitting opposite an older shoe salesman, with her legs spread, wet folds exposed to the man inches away, able to see the slippery baldness of her, the spreading moisture...smell the arousal in her. And she wanted more!

It was at that moment that an ample lady entered the store, her two young children, yelling and fighting with each other, calling out for service. In a flash the spell was broken, and the salesman stood on unsteady legs, visibly shaken, stumbling over to greet the lady. Carol herself sat up, her legs closed tight. In a daze she gathered up her purse and walked out of the store, her shoes forgotten, and neither her nor the salesman remembered about her not purchasing the sandals, until much later.

It was in a fever of arousal and a daze of confusion that Carol wandered down the street, hardly paying attention to where her feet, now more comfortable, took her. Yes, she was still headed downtown, but she must have forgotten to turn at the second block, because the street she wanted was behind her. Easy enough to take a shortcut and backtrack.

As she cut down a side street, she noticed that the neighborhood in this area was even worse than the previous, and she increased her pace, paying more attention now to her surroundings. Before she had gone much further she saw something that gave her pause, in her aroused state....

"Adult Bookstore," the sign said.

The windows were covered in simple lettered advertisements, the phrasing almost vague, but the word sex was repeated several times. Her feet, led by urges not entirely brain related, took her into the store. It was not well lit inside, and the two isles in the main room contained racks with Magazines, movies...and other things. Oh, Carol knew what these were, toys. Sex toys. She wandered over to one, picking up the package. 8 inch realistic cock. That phrase circled in her mind. Taunting her...

"Can I help you?" Carol was startled by a voice behind her. Yes, of course, the person running the store.

"Uh, well," she replied. "Maybe. How much for this?" She held up the box with the dildo in it.

The manager squinted at her, looking her up and down, taking in the sleekness of her legs, and the nipples standing at full attention on her breasts.

"20 bucks. Want some loonies for the arcade?"

"Arcade?" she handed over a 50 from her purse.

"Yeah. Movies in the booths." He looked at the box, smiling, then back up at her face. "Good movies." He handed her the change, several dollar coins in the mix.

Carol looked over at the open doorway leading deeper into the store. "Oh..." She smiles nervously, and headed through, seeing a hall lined with booths on either side, each with a door that read occupied or not. She chose one at random that was unoccupied, near the middle of the hall. As she stepped inside, she saw a seat on the same wall as the door, and a movie screen attached to the opposite wall. The rest of the closet sized booth was dark, although she knew from the feel of the floor that it had not been unused that day.

"What the hell am I doing?" she asked herself, even as her fingers dropped a coin into the slot beside the screen.

The sight of a large cock thrusting into the mouth of a young woman filled the room with a flickering light, and filled Carol with an unexpected rush of lust. She sat down, stunned, on the chair, her feet splayed and her eyes glued to the screen. Desire and curiosity warred in her. She had never seen a cock that big.

The sudden breeze of her open legs on her pussy made her again begin to become wet, but this time she planned to do something about it. Fast as the thought came, she had lifted her skirt to her waist, and began to play with her clit. She watched the woman on the screen suck as if she liked it, and in that moment, Carol became a devoted cocksucker. The memory of watching this would never leave her.

She spread her legs further, her delicate fingers parting her completely exposed folds to pinch and tweak her much teased clit. All day her body had been in a state of denied arousal, and finally she was going to fix that! She cupped her sex in her palm, a finger rimming her entrance, juices already dripping down onto the chair as she slowly slipped one inside her. She looked over at the box on the arm of the chair, and flushed. The manager of the store, and anyone else who saw her come back here, surely they thought she was fucking herself. Surely they believed that 8 inch monster was inside her even now. But it wasn't true, as her finger pushed in far in her pussy.

But she did open the package, taking the flexible toy in hand. She looked up at the screen, and slipped another finger into her pussy as her tongue circled the head of her new friend. She slid the cock like toy past her lips, taking an inch inside, imagining herself to be the woman on the screen, imagining the cock to be real, and the taste to be skin, not rubber...

The two fingers inside her were bringing her close to orgasm, faster than she ever had before. Her breath came in gasps around the cock-toy in her mouth, and she almost missed the flicker of light beside her. Someone had entered the booth on her right...and there was a small hole in the wall!

She quickly closed her legs, the dildo forgotten where she tossed it onto the chair as she pressed herself against the wall where the hole was, trying to hide. If she could see into their booth, then surely they could see in...

The movie started next door, the same one she was watching, a curious stereo effect happening that canceled out other sounds from other booths. She heard a belt buckle, and a zipper. Oh my god! Someone in there was going to masturbate! Like she had been...

The booth was small, but from her crouched position she could peek into the next booth. This pressed her against the far wall slightly, but that was ok. She couldn't see his face. Yes, it was a man. Definitely a man, because she could see his cock. He was stroking it.

This was better than any movie, even if the hard cock being stroked in front of her was smaller than the one in the movie. It was maybe 7 inches at most, but hard and throbbing in his hand as he pumped it. There was a shiny bit on the head that he touched, and drew back a sticky clear fluid, raised higher out of her vision range.

Her own hand reached below her skirt, and she began again to tease her pearl, the orgasm she had almost achieved before approaching again. Her eyes were firmly glued to his cock, and he stroked his balls with his other hand, only pausing to scoop up some of his pre-cum again. Her startled gasp caused his eyes to leave the screen and lock on hers. She was caught, and her heart raced with as much fear as increased excitement. He smiled, and stood. Without a word, he brought his cock to the hole, and pushed it through.

Carol froze. How dare he think she'd want to do anything with his cock? How dare he attempt to use this situation to manipulate her? How could he be so bold? But on the other hand she was sexually aroused to the highest pitch. After the initial shock and refusal to do anything immoral, Carol found herself unable to control her actions, and perhaps, deep inside, unwilling to. She couldn’t believe she was going to do it. A married woman reverting to a stranger’s urges.And then she did it. She reached out and touched the cock. It was warm and smooth, and twitched when her hand slowly encircled it. 

She looked up at the screen again for a moment, and the finger on her clit convinced her. Carol knew there was no turning back now. Her lips moved forward, and parted. Her tongue touched the tip, and tasted the pre-cum on him. Sweet. Just a bit salty. She summoned her courage or lust and slipped it past her lips, the same way she had with the forgotten toy. It tasted different. Musky scents from his member overpowered the odd assortment from the rest of the store, and she moaned onto his shaft, taking just a bit more than the head into her mouth.She was sucking the stranger’s cock! She licked under the head, and his entire shaft twitched again, and she ran her tongue up and down the entire thing. But she liked it best when she pushed it into her mouth. 

For several minutes the 25 year’s old wife sucked and rubbed the stranger’s cock, and when her own orgasm hit it was startling. She bucked against her fingers, the juices dripping directly to the floor in her crouch, making a small puddle of her own to join the rest. Her moans on the hardness in her mouth threatened to make him cum, but he took hold of the base and held tight for a moment. This was too good to be true, and he must have wanted to prolong it.

Fifteen minutes is a long time to be crouched though, and the force of her orgasm almost brought her to her knees. Only a quick thought about what was probably on the floor reminded her that was a bad idea, and, cock still in mouth, she stood, bent over and placed her hands on the wall in front of her for support. Her bare ass was pressed against the opposite wall, and she held her head still as the cock in her mouth began to slide in and out of its own accord.

"Oh my god he's fucking my mouth!" Carol thought in amazed lust.

With her backside pressed against the opposite wall, she never had a chance to see that there was a second hole. Nor that the booth was now occupied. He had been following her. He had seen her on the bus. He had seen her expose herself to the salesman. And he had seen her enter the adult bookstore. But so far, he had not seen what he desired. What the
others had. Until now.

There, spread as if framed against the hole in his side of the wall was her beautiful, wet, young pussy. It was wet and slick, almost dripping from her orgasm, and his cock hardened in his pants instantly.

"Holy fuck Lou, this is your lucky day!" he said to himself as he dropped his pants and walked forward.

Carol was so engaged in having her face fucked, the hardness sliding past her lips faster and faster, occasionally touching her throat when she noticed a soft touch on her pussy lips. She was still twitching from orgasm, and the man in her mouth was close. She felt the hand in her pussy manipulating her clit and drawing renewed gasps from her. His fingers were pushing against her thin walls dividing her cunt and anal area.

The cock in her mouth became more and more rigid, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He pushed forwards hard, and she was about to pull off him, not sure if he should cum in her mouth, when suddenly she felt something warm and hard slip between her folds, and her eyes widened in shock. That was a cock!

She was about to cry out when the one in her mouth exploded with jet after jet of cum, filling her, dripping past her lips. She tried to swallow, but there was so much. Way too much to handle her first time. The taste excited her, and for just a moment she stopped struggling against the cock slowly penetrating her unprotected pussy. That was enough. The man behind her thrust forward, breaking in her sloppy pussy, her protest unvoiced because of her efforts to suck down the load of cum in her mouth. 

She could almost picture herself, skirt up around her waist, cum dripping from her face as she had a cock in either end. She could almost see it in her mind...and strangely, immorally, perversely, she liked it!

The man behind her began to slide his meat in and out of her. She was tight, more so than anything he had ever felt. Her slick walls gripped his shaft like a vice, at first resisting, and then trying to hold him in. Carol moaned around the softening cock in her mouth, pushing herself back into the one in her pussy. She had swallowed a stranger's cum, and as he slipped out of her mouth, a trail of it clung to her lips, and her cheek. In her mind she could hardly form coherent thoughts as the new feelings surged through her. She was being fucked. A cock was in her. A beautiful married young woman standing in a porn booth, cum on her face and in her mouth with a stranger's cock taking her from behind a wall. And she loved it.

She reached a hand down, still disbelieving, to encircle his shaft in her delicate fingers where it entered her. He was thicker than she had thought, considering how easily he was sliding into her. With all the wet running down her legs now, it was no wonder. She stroked him as he fucked her, his pace increasing slowly, his balls sticking through the hole with his member, slapping against her fingers. She removed them, finally believing it. She was being fucked by a stranger. She wondered about the man who fucked her now, about who he was and if he knew he was sliding his cock into a marrier pussy.

Biting her lip to keep from crying our, she barely noticed the man in the booth in front of her leaving. She reached up to her top, and freed her breasts from their constriction. With one hand on the wall for support, her other hand went to her breasts at once, pinching first one nipple, then the other.

She never noticed the second man enter the now vacant booth. He had watched her come in, of course, and had suggested the arcade. The manager had seen the other man come in, and leave tucking himself in with a wide smile. He knew...that young piece of flesh was giving it away, and he wanted his share. Fucking or being sucked by a beautiful woman doesn't happen every day.

Before he placed his cock in the hole he took a quick peak, seeing her open mouth mid-moan and her fingers busy on her breast. My god, that tight piece of ass was getting pounded over there, and only the volume on the movie screens was hiding it at all. Barely. He stood, and shoved his cock through the opening.

Carol saw it, and offered no resistance as it entered her mouth, sucking on it eagerly. She was cumming again, her pussy rippling on the cock in her, and she wanted more cum. She wanted it now! She sucked on the protruding cock like it was a straw, her tongue lively on the head. Her thoughts were animalistic now, her only concerns the man in her lips and the drink she would get there, and the man behind her, pounding her wet cunt with abandon. He was bottoming out in her regularly now, his balls slapping her clit with each thrust.

He looked down at the hole each time he pulled back, the perfect bald pussy and puckered asshole framed so beautifully in the flickering movie-light. He could barely take his eyes off his cock slamming into her with each thrust. He knew that he couldn't take much more of this. She was too tight, and her near-constant orgasms were trying to drain him. Trying to make him cum. Carol achieved a perfect rhythm with her two lovers. They thrust over and over, faster and faster into her, each thrusting at the same time, as if to meet in the middle. 

It was all she could do now to hold herself upright as she was fucked so hard her knees buckled. Both men were nearing that moment when they would not stop, would be unable to stop. She knew what was going to happen. They were going to cum in her. The one in her mouth went off first, the initial blasts causing him to slip out, shooting across her face and tits, and dripping from her nipple before she could get him back in, sucking him like a straw in a milkshake, drinking down his fluids with as much desire.

 

Her own orgasm peaked, and she cried out loud enough around the cock that each of her lovers heard her, and the one in her pussy went rigid as he slammed into her, shot after shot of hot sticky cum filling her wet cunt, dripping out as he continued to pound her like there was no tomorrow. 

Carol felt each hot blast inside her, coating her inner walls, dripping down her leg, mixing with her own juices. Never before had she had an orgasm as good, and she hoped that this would not be a one time thing. She needed cock now... needed to be filled, to drink. Cum. This was her desire, and the men in here were giving her all she could handle. For now.

Having sucked the manager clean, he realized that there was no one watching the store, and he hurriedly pulled out of her mouth, hearing a disappointed moan, and shoved himself back into his pants. He rushed to the front, and he resumed his position at the counter, smiling slightly, sweating profusely.

The man in her pussy leaned against the wall, his softening member sliding out of her inch by inch. He realized that he had to know who she was, had to find out if she did this regularly. Her whole day seemed to be revolving around sex so far, and he wanted to know more... and that meant he had to leave first. He wiped his cock on her ass, leaving a trail of mixed cum, and quickly left the store, walking a bit further.

Carol herself felt aching and empty when they left. She had felt whole when filled, but now, she was missing something important. She stood on unsteady legs, and looked at herself. Skirt up to her waist like a belt, her chest coated in cum. She quickly found some papers and used it to clean herself up a bit, replacing her shirt and sandals after, trying to
look at least a bit presentable.

As she left the booth, she put the dildo in her purse, knowing it would come in handy now. When she saw the manager, the smile on his lips and the ring on his finger said it all... he was the second man she had sucked, had drained and drank. His taste was still in her mouth, salty and slick, and she flushed with shame and lust. With a sway of her hips she left the store, a smile on her face.

Her train was not for hours, and she still had the whole day to buy her presents.

It was going to be a good day...