We walked into the shop on a cold winter's evening. We had just finished a light supper and were going to the galleries for a glass of wine on this first Friday, but this store just seemed to beckon to us. The sign that said 'Costumes n More....' was held up by a long legged manikin wearing hip boots, a mini skirt with a scarf over her breasts. The breasts were obviously anatomically correct, or she was feeling very happy.
We laughed and feeling adventurous, stepped through the door. The carpet inlaid a sign of its own-"Stop here and leave if you are not over 18. Over 21 preferred. "
"Aha! " I exclaimed, "A Shop that LIKES older women!"
My husband smirked. He still had the manikin in his mind. The woman behind the counter smiled and beckoned us into the store. She was older, her hair was tucked into a long deep red scarf wound exotically around her head. Her blouse was low cut showing her still beautiful cleavage. We greeted her with warm smiles.
"This is an amazing place," I said. "I have always wanted to stop in."
"But you were a little afraid?" The cashier asked.
"Well ...shy, I guess." I admitted with a small smile.
"It is often so. Welcome." She said. "Nothing will happen here you do not wish to. Would you like some tea?"
"Sounds wonderful." I answered, feeling the cold of the street down to my shoes.
"My treat and my pleasure." The woman answered. I smiled and admired her earrings and chatted while my husband looked around the store.
"Don't be afraid to go upstairs," she said winking.
"I think you will enjoy looking through my rooms. If you should find something that intrigues you, just place your credit card into the slot. Each time the charge is $25. I think you will find this charge is very reasonable. And quite satisfying."
I nervously grabbed my husband's hand and we walked up the steps. He walked a little ahead of me, which was good because suddenly I had goose bumps. And of course, I got to look at his beautiful back and his perfect butt. I was imagining him in his underwear as we reached the top of the steps. My pussy had started to tingle. "What was in that tea?" I said out loud.
"What?" my husband asked. "Are you ok?"
I nodded yes, but whispered, "Suddenly I am as hot for you as I have ever been. I think there was an aphrodisiac in that tea."
While we were whispering about it we heard some sounds coming from a closed door. They were low moans. While my brain registered worry, my pussy tingled. And, my pussy is never wrong. While I paused I realized that what I heard was the sounds of a couple groaning in ecstasy. They were making no attempt to keep it quiet either. My husband's grip on my hand tightened. A sign said, 'Be brave. Take a Peek, $25.'
I told you my pussy never lied. At this point my husband's cock was telling his own tale of truth as I touched it lightly through his pants. "Let's do it. What do you think?"
He nodded, his wallet already out. After his card registered, the curtain moved aside soundlessly and written in unusual letters across the bottom of the window was a statement: 'You will not be seen and the couple inside has given permission to be viewed. Enjoy!'
A couple lay on the bed was going at it; they were both wearing costumes, she was dressed like a woman of pleasure in the West...lots of petticoats, net stockings. He was a cowboy without his knickers giving us a full view of his ass slamming into her pussy as hard as he could. Her legs were on his shoulders, her loose blouse pulled down exposing her breasts moving in response to his hard thrusts. Her nipples were hard and peaked.
She was begging. "Harder, harder, oh you are so hot. Oh fuck, you feel so good. Sooooo goooooood."
As we watched, I slipped my hand across the front of my husband's pants- his cock was hard. I looked around quickly unzipped his zipper and began to stroke his cock. Suddenly I dropped to my knees and looking around, I began to lick his cock. I kissed his balls gently and licked up the side of his cock till I got to the tip. I ran my tongue around the tip until he came while watching. He groaned loud and I saw the couple smiling. The cowboy collapsed on his girl and she wrapped her legs around him, as he kissed her softly.
My husband zipped up his pants and said, "I Think we could spring for a little more."
"Oh yeah. Let's see what else there is." I responded with much heat. I was dripping.
At the next room there was a sign, 'Ladies, deposit your panties in here for a five dollar coupon.'
My husband looked at me and said, "This is getting better and better."
I slipped, first, my stockings, and then my panties, down my legs. Then I put the stockings in my bag and dropped my lacy black panties in the basket that my husband was looking at while touching the front of his pants. The basket was full of colorful and lovely sexy panties.
My husband, with a whimsical twinkle in his eye, suddenly pulled me over about eight inches and pointed to a sign directly in front of me. 'You are standing over a camera; make this a free pass to the next room by allowing us to take your picture.'
No one had ever taken a picture of my pussy (outside of my husband of course) but since the sign promised anonymity and that I could review it, I agreed. I moved my legs aside and knew the camera would only see what was under my skirt. I felt the warmth of the flash and then a floor view of my pussy came on the wall to our right. I was shocked at the size of the picture. You could see how my pussy was glistening. I touched the part of the screen that said, 'Accept the picture.'
The screen flashed again and suddenly the screen was full of pictures of pussies. My husband was enthralled. There were about twelve pussy shots, and then the picture changed to twelve more. It seems I had become part of the wall of pussies. We waited until my pussy came up again and I could see that my skirt was not recognizable and no one but my husband would know that I had just let the world see my pussy! It made me tingle to know that now and forever my private pussy was visible to whoever frequented the shop.
With our free pass and five dollar coupon we had access to more rooms. I was a little weak at the knees so I grabbed my husband's hand. His grin and squeeze said it all.
"Where's the wall of cocks?" I whispered.
"You'll have to wait for that." He grinned. "Or make one yourself."
The next room was entirely dark. On the wall there was a long his of instructions which read:
'In this dark room all walk naked. To enter you must remove all your clothes and place them in the locker. Place the key chain on your wrist and enter.