I was pissed. And worse, I was horny, horny as hell!! I wanted to get laid. No, actually I wanted to suck his dick and swallow his cum. That's where my head was at. I wanted to give head, wrap my lips around his hard cock and suck the life out of it.
Tonight was supposed to be the night for endless debauchery. Lots of degrading porn. We would fuck and suck each other with no holes barred. He would get pegged with a big fat 8" strapon. The evening finale would end with his prick up my ass and then ass-to-mouth with me giving him the blowjob of all blowjobs and him unloading his cum in my mouth. I would savor his semen for a minute or two and then we would snowball it back and forth until we both had swallowed our fill.
The dream ended when the phone rang and he told me that he had to work late and we would have to postpone our evening of wickedness. My first thought was that he'd be fucking his assistant instead of me but I pictured her face and knew that that wouldn't be happening. My disappointment turned to frustration and then, finally, anger. I wanted sex. I needed sex. But I wanted it my way.
I was already dressed up for my husband. A little black dress made from a material that was totally see-thru when you were close to it. I had no panties on and my snatch was baby smooth. I prided myself on my large labia, which became even larger when I was excited. My clit went along with my lips and was always very prominent, even more so when I was hot. My 34DD's were fronted by large nipples with areolas about 3" in diameter. To emphasize my nipples I used some Benetint to give them a nice color and make them more visible. Some thigh-highs and dark eye makeup and I was ready for a fucking good time.
I was totally focused on getting some satisfaction for myself. It wasn't revenge. I was being totally selfish. It was all about me. I heard some the women at the gym talking about an adult bookstore that had booths in the back where guys could get blowjobs. My husband and I had watched some "gloryhole" porn so I wasn't totally unfamiliar although I had never been to one. This place was about 35 minutes away, far enough so I wouldn't see anybody I knew. At least that's what I was hoping for.
I grabbed a short black motorcycle jacket to cover myself up. It worked perfectly with my all black outfit. With car keys in hand I locked the house up. I left my husband a note that said I was going out with the girls. What he didn't know is the "girls" were my pair of 34DD's. I put my cellphone on mute so I wouldn't hear it ring. My favorite dance music station was playing on the radio taking me back to the disco era, a fun time that made me think of a lot of good memories, especially the parties I went to that were always sexually charged,
It seemed that the ride was much shorter than I thought it would be. My mind was going a mile a minute on its own, just thinking about the excitement the night had in store for me.! Couldn't stop thinking about which I liked more: sucking a big hard cock or swallowing cum. The thought of doing both made me wet. When I moved in my seat I could hear the squish of my wet cunt. I pulled into the parking lot and there it was, "Great Expectations." The sign was purple neon. The windows resembled the windows I'd seen in the red-light district in Amsterdam, where the women would literally hang out of the windows exposing valleys of inviting cleavage to the men walking by. It looked more like a nightclub that an adult bookstore.
I got out of my car and walked to the door. I was very nervous. As I put my hand on the door handle, I knew that this was the moment of truth. I opened the door and my whole demeanor changed. No longer nervous, I was ready for any and all comers, pun intended! There was a beautiful girl behind the counter, probably late 20's, dressed appropriately for her job, meaning she looked like a slut: big hair, big tits, tight top with a miniskirt and stiletto heels.
"Welcome to Great Expectations. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask," my hostess said, in a phone sex voice.
I looked around and I saw a wall of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs, a glass case with the more expensive items, like glass and chrome toys. There was a big display of strapons with realistic silicon cocks in all lengths. In another area, the walls were covered with porn dvd's. There was so much pink showing, it was blinding. There was a door towards the back that had a sign on it that said "Private Lounge."
"I've heard that you have a place where a customer could watch movies. Where would that be?" I asked.
"Oh, that would be in our Private Lounge, but you need tokens to watch the movies.