The tension in the elevator was thick. The couple was standing facing the door, not touching each other. They didn't dare. There was only so much will power each of them had and right now, it had been tested to their limit.
They had been invited to a friend's engagement party. It was held at an elite club called 'The Hell Club'. The moment they entered they knew what was happening. The club was dark and dingy, with loud music, and very crowded. Couples were going off in different directions, copulating. Some didn't make it to the private rooms and both Zoë and David saw a few very rough sex scenes.
It wasn't that they were prudes. Far from it actually. They just preferred to keep their sexual exploits secret. On the outside, they were the perfect couple. David was a heart surgeon. He was tall with dark hair and eyes. Even though he was close to fifty, he didn't have a hint of graying hair. He exercised daily and was in excellent shape. He normally did two or three surgeries a week which sometimes meant waking up at four in the morning and not getting home until ten or eleven at night.
Zoë was younger and vibrant. She had the same features as David. She had gorgeous chestnut brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. She was almost the same height as David and very athletic. Her breasts were round and firm, augmented just prior to their marriage ten years ago. She didn't work which was fine with David. She was an excellent cook and also was able to make some very tasty pastries.
The evening had been very uneventful, but still had sparked their desire within. When they discussed their sex life with their close friends, they mentioned that they had regular, missionary sex two to three times a week. If they had expanded on the details, they were worried what others would think. After attending this party, they realized how normal and boring their sex life was compared to the individuals who attended 'The Hell Club'.
Zoë accidentally brushed her hand against David's. Her soft manicured hands touched his and the electricity between them increased. David's breathing increased and he felt his cock press harder against the zipper of his pants. He was very well endowed and was squirming uncomfortably. He didn't dare touch his cock, knowing if he did he wouldn't be able to stop jerking off.
"Sorry." Zoë whispered those words and pulled away. Her pussy was soaking wet. She was wearing tight pants and when she moved her hips, they rubbed against her clit.
"It's fine sweetie. I'm surprised we lasted as long as we did." David was looking straight ahead. He couldn't look at his beautiful wife. She was wearing a leather zipped top that pushed her breasts together. He loved how she looked in the outfit and couldn't wait to slowly peel off the skintight pants.
The rest of the elevator ride was in silence. They both knew exactly what was going to happen the moment they entered their apartment. There were a few choices depending on how quickly each of them moved. If they were able to get to their bedroom the soft ties that were hidden under the bed would be used. If they chose the bathroom the wooden hairbrush would be the toy of choice. The third option was the red brick wall that lined the entranceway to their home.