"I'm such a dirty whore."
That's what I'm thinking to myself as I let the hot water from the shower cascade over my body. I can't believe what I had been doing for the last two hours; the thought of the men, their hands, their dicks, sends a shiver through my body that centers itself in my sore quim. I don't dare touch myself; just standing here I can feel the throbbing ache that will stay with my abused body. The pleasure of that ache will linger until my husband gets home next week. I wonder if I'll ever tell him about my little excursion.
4 hours earlier...
"My gawd Sue, it's only been five days. How horny can a girl get in that time," Julie asked.
I shifted the phone to my other ear.
"Jules, you have no idea," I started, "since Pete's been gone I've been hornier than ever. I mean every night he calls and works me to a frenzy. By the time we get off the phone, I'm soaked!"
"Do you," Julie paused, "you know..."
"Yeah," I squealed, "but a piece of plastic can't replace his hands, roaming my body, touching, rubbing..."
"SUZE!" Julie interrupted, "it's ten-thirty in the morning, you can't be talking like this to me, the baby will be waking from her nap soon. You know I'd love to chat more but I'm afraid I got to get going."
"Sorry Jules," I said apologetically, "I'll let you go honey. Call me tomorrow?"
"Sure thing sweetie," Julie said hanging up.
My mind was still running rampant with my horniness. "Maybe a new toy," I thought to myself, "something more life-like," as I admired my petite frame in the full-length mirror. I decided to hit the adult bookstore downtown and see what I could find. I dressed casual, jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Since my 32B's were still perky, I rarely wore a bra, or panties for that matter. I loved the au natural feeling it gave me.
Thirty minutes later I was pulling into the parking lot of a two-story building. It was in a rundown part of town that had very little traffic at this time of day. I noticed there were half a dozen cars in the parking lot, none of which looked familiar. With my hair tucked up into my baseball hat and my sunglasses on, I hoped no one recognized me walking into the bookstore. As I stepped inside, I read the sign, "3 Theaters, YOU MUST PAY BEFORE ENTERING!" The clerk barely looked up from behind the glass, he was busy on the phone. I stood and waited; he finally cocked the phone into the crook of his neck.
"No charge for the ladies," he said as he buzzed me in.
When I walked thru the door, I smelled it, that mix of men and semen. I felt my face flush. There were two guys looking through the videos as I walked in. I felt their eyes on me. As my eyes adjusted to the indoor light I was stunned at the sight in front of me. There were a dozen aisles of porn movies, and another dozen of toys and goodies. As I walked into an aisle of latex dicks, I sensed the two men moving towards me. I was really studying the display of 6 and 7-inch life-likes when a man behind me spoke.
"I can get you anything out of the cases that you'd like to handle," he began.
As I turned I realized it was the clerk. His speech and stance told me he was a "little on the light side."
"Oh, okay," I stumbled for words, "I didn't know there was such a selection."
"Every size, shape, and color," he lisped, "just like men."
He winked at me when he said men.
"I'll have to look awhile," I said, as I weakly smiled, "I've never bought one of these for myself."
"I bet you've never needed one before, huh," he shot back through a big smile.
