My wife and I visit a porn store with another couple. We watch video called "Eat the Seed". This leads to an interesting encounter at a gloryhole.
My wife, Jill, and I have known Carl & Emma for years. We have gone camping together. Once, the four of us went to a beach resort in Puerto Rico for a vacation. Jill and I have been married for a little over eleven years, while our friends have been married for seven. All of us keep in good shape. My wife is 5'3" and has a nice set C-cup breasts, and a shapely butt. She and Emma are a contrast for Emma is 5'10", thin, small (but nice) A-cup tits, and a tight ass. Carl is, surprisingly, shorter than Jill coming at 5'8". He is rather muscular. I'm six feet tall, and am in good shape.
Jill and I have a good sex life. We've tried lots of other things, but never with anyone else. She keeps her pubes trimmed and loves to ride my 7.5 inch cock. She always tells me that it is one the thickest dicks she's ever had. I love the way my wife sucks my cock and gulps down my cum. Sex has come up as topic with Carl and Emma every now and then. I learned via Carl that Emma gets really horny when she drinks. Also, Emma is a swallower; "A perfect 10" according to Carl.
Our lives took an interesting turn on our most recent trip. We traveled to the southern part of the state and stayed in an old motel right off the highway. While not an interstate, the road saw a lot of traffic due to its proximity to a large lumber mill, and an army base. The town, consequently, was a bit rough-and-tumble, with a definite macho attitude due to its population being mostly young men. However, the surrounding hills were beautiful and full of lots of opportunities for hiking and mountain biking. These activities drew us to the area.
The motel, while cheap, was clean and secure. It was built in the 1930s, when the highway came in. While added to and updated, it still had a very rustic feeling. The motel featured many cabins, one of which we rented. Entirely made of wood, it was charming with its high, beamed ceilings. It included a full kitchen, and a bathroom that had only a small shower. The owners had updated the wiring, added wifi, and a weird cable tv system that seemed to be a hodgepodge of local access and premium channels. The two bedrooms in the cabin were very small; they barely could accommodate a full-sized bed. Obviously, the bedrooms were carved out of the original large space of the cabin. The walls between the rooms were merely finished plywood, and upon closer inspection, did not entirely reach the ceiling. We could hear every thing Carl and Emma said, and when they shifted positions in bed. They could hear us too.
We arrived at 9pm Wednesday. Because we ate on the road, once we got to the motel, we had no reason to leave that evening. The owner was a fount of information about the area, including where we should hike and bike, and that the best restaurant in the area was four doors down from the motel. He encouraged us to walk to it since it was easier than trying make turns onto the highway. He also told about a few features of the motel including the hot tub. Like so much with this old place, it had a unique set up. The hot tub was indoors in the main building. Because of this, we had to make a reservation to use it. We promptly booked a half-hour at 10pm.
We went out to cabin and got settled. After a couple of glasses of wine, we headed to the hot tub room. It was a warm night, with temperatures still in the mid 80's. As we arrived, three men exited. The room was twelve by fifteen feet. It was obviously a converted motel room. Fortunately, it was well ventilated and rather clean. We relaxed and talked about the next day. I did notice Carl catching a glance or two at my wife's big tits. I didn't mind. When our time was up, we scolded ourselves for forgetting towels which the owner had said that we needed to bring with us. The night heat mostly dried us by the time we got back to the cabin. We all got to sleep quickly.
The next day was beautiful, but unseasonably hot. We went for a great, all-day hike that both the guidebooks and the motel owner recommended. The lack of people on the trail, and heat lead Carl and me to take off our shirts when we got to some shade. Emma and Jill took off their shirts and hiked in their sports bras. Again, I noticed Carl checking out Jill's tits. In turn, I looked over Emma's tight, little ass. Upon returning to our room, we all took quick showers.
Acting on the motel owner's recommendation, we decided to have dinner at the restaurant only a few doors down. It was still warm in the evening, and we dressed appropriately. Each of us wore shorts, and Jill wore a button-down shirt that she left rather unbuttoned. I could clearly see her "valley of interest" as could everyone else, especially when she bent over. Emma wore really tight and short shorts perfectly displaying her shapely butt.
We walked to the restaurant, about half a mile away. It was five buildings over not four. In between the motel and restaurant were an industrial building, and a truck stop. Because it was set back a ways from the highway, the motel owner failed to mention the fifth building, "The Spice Warehouse". I had seen the sign when we drove in, but in my naΓ―vetΓ©, thought it was some sort of distribution plant for spices like pepper and cinnamon. "The Spice Warehouse" was a combination sex shop, and strip club. And it was booming; the parking lot was full.
As we passed by it, Jill giggled, "We should stop in on the way back to get some marital aides." We all laughed.
The restaurant was quite good. We enjoyed the food and few cocktails. Our conversation roamed, but Jill brought back the idea of stopping by "The Spice Warehouse." All of us, including Emma, voice our agreement.
After leaving the restaurant, we strolled back towards the hotel. I was holding Jill's hand when she steered me in the direction of the porn shop. I saw a moment's hesitation from Carl but Emma pulled on his hand and they followed us.
The place was still quite crowded. Almost all the spots in the parking lot were full, and I notice a bunch of vehicles parked in the abandoned lot in back. The closer we got, the more I realized that the building was very large. "The Spice Warehouse" had a slogan out front; "Put some spice in your life." The building had one entrance. Inside of it you could turn either left or right. To the right was the porn shop. To the left was the strip club. The door to it was guarded by a huge guy behind a small dais. Despite his size, he looked like a nice guy and greeted us with a smile and a nod of his head.
We all paused in the entryway then made our way into the porn shop. I have been in many such establishments before. This was one of the better ones. It had a large selection of everything, was well-lit, and most importantly, was very clean. About a dozen people were shopping. Predictably, most were guys, but there were two couples, and two women together. A very nice, middle-aged woman at the counter broke the silence and said, "Welcome to The Spice Warehouse folks. I'm Marybeth. Let me know if I can help you find anything." We thanked her.
We perused the store, eventually making our way to the dildos and vibrators. Emma picked up a butt plug, and asked Carl, "Is this the same one I use on you?"
Carl looked embarrassed, but smiled and said, "Yes."
Emma turned to Jill and announced, "Carl likes it up the butt. I've been thinking about getting a bigger butt plug or even a strap-on." She moved to the strap-ons, and picked up one that was about 8 inches long and rather thick. "What do think, Hon? About right?"
We all laugh.
Carl smiled and replied, "Looks good."
Emma asked my wife, "How about one for you guys?"
Jill said, "Nah. Ben never has shown an interest. He likes the concept of chastity cages but he is too chicken to buy one so we can experiment."
"Really?" asked Emma. "What's that all about?"
"Ben wants me to lock up his cock then tease him. He is totally into humiliation."