Clare and Eric take their marriage to the next level, starting by visiting an adult bookstore.
All characters are 18 years old or older.
Chapter 01
My name is Clare, and this is the story of how my husband and I were in our 40s when we became habitues of adult book stores. It was a complete departure from our normal lifestyle. Like most couples, we had pillow talk about our sex fantasies. However, until that fateful day, Eric convinced me to visit an adult bookstore; it was just that, pillow talk!
Our wildest moments were usually at our cabin on the lake. There I indulged my exhibitionist fantasy. I love walking around our cabin naked and fucking under the stars! It adds an element of danger, knowing that anyone walking on the beach could catch us. It was this desire to see and be seen that I craved. Eric and I fantasized about what we would do if caught.
Our adult bookstore adventure started one weekend when we drove home from our summer home on the lake. We made the drive most weekends to enjoy the beach and relax a little. Our cabin has a semi-secluded beach, and generally, in the evenings, we made love outdoors under the stars.
The drive home could be stressful as the expressway can be bumper to bumper at times, especially if there has been an accident. When that happens, we got off the expressway and took the back roads home.
It's a picturesque drive, winding along the two-lane road hugging the Lake Michigan shore. Interesting kiosks, shops, and farmer's markets lined the road. Our usual two-hour drive began taking three or four hours as we cruised the shops.
The drive also took us past an adult bookstore just off the road with adult video booths in the back and behind the stalls a small adult theater. It took a while, but Eric finally talked me into stopping so we could check out the place.
I was very nervous as we entered and browsed the magazines, adult videos, vibrators, etc. I was the only woman in the place, and I noticed the men checking me out. It was exciting being ogled by a bunch of horny men, but I was concerned about bumping into someone we knew. None of my friends or church members would ever suspect that I would be in such a place.
I followed Eric into the back of the bookstore, where there were small video booths. He pulled me into one, locked the door, put in some dollar bills in a slot, and the screen lit up with a movie where two hung men were spit roasting a pretty blond girl.
It was a very naughty movie showing one of our fantasies of sharing me. It wasn't up to the quality of our private pornography collection but exciting nonetheless.
My husband pulled my top down and sucked on my nipples while unbuckling my jeans and pulling them down along with my panties' I offered token resistance but was exciting by this new addition to our sex life.
Eric sucked my tits and rubbed my clit until I came on his fingers. I pulled out his cock, took him in my mouth, and sucked him until he came, filling my mouth with his seed. It was exciting and terrifying to be naked in a public place, sucking him off.
I kept cutting my eye at the locked door, simultaneously fearing and hoping someone would walk in. I envisioned a scene of a shocking encounter with the intruder threatening to blackmail us unless he fucked me.
When we left the booth, Eric wanted to go into the theater, I was curious, but I said no, and we left the store.
We began taking that way home Sunday afternoons more often, visiting the quaint shops and stopping at the adult bookstore. We would go into a video booth and have our fun. I particularly liked being naked, sucking Eric's cock, and/or having him take me doggie style.
After our first visit, I hung my head when we exited the video booth, feeling ashamed knowing the men suspected what Eric and I did. I began to flirt a little on subsequent visits, smiling at the men in the book store as Eric and I left. I imagined they knew we fucked and wanted to fuck me. It gave me such a rush!
Each visit, Eric asked about going into the theater. I was curious but reluctant. Eric and I built our air castles of kinky sex while lying safely in our bed; I wasn't sure if I wanted to move in and set up housekeeping!
I finally agreed to do it one time if he would quit asking me. I was dying to see what went on in the theater but didn't want to seem too eager.
I wore a short jean skirt and a tank top, bikini panties, and no bra on the way home from the lake. I rarely went braless since my breasts were so large and tended to jiggle a lot. Eric was ecstatic and couldn't stop playing with them. He had me flash a few truckers, eliciting repeated blasts of truck air horns.
I often fantasized on these drives home about following a trucker into a truck stop. I would tease him while sitting at one of those picnic benches until he took me into the cab of his truck and fucked me while Eric watched.
A little about us: I was about 48 years old at the time and carrying the extra weight of having three children; two daughters, 22 and 19, and my firstborn, a 30-year-old son. I was about 200 pounds, 5'6" with electric blue eyes, honey gold blond hair, outsized 44DD boobs from breastfeeding, and a shaved pussy. Eric was 49, 5'11", and 220 pounds. Neither of us was sex model material unless you're into plus-sized porn stars.
I was a nervous wreck as we walked into the store, and Eric paid to get into the theater. Ladies were allowed in free with their husbands or male friend.
The theater was small, with four rows of eight seats per row with four seats on each side of the aisle. We waited in the back until our eyes adjusted to the light and then found two seats away from five men scattered around the theater.
The movie was very naughty. It was about a sorority where the initiation was to suck off members of the brother fraternity.
I glanced over at two guys sitting across the aisle from me, and both of them had their cocks out and were slowly jerking off while looking more at me than at the movie.
"They're jacking off and watching me," I whispered to Eric.
"That is what most guys do in an adult theater." He started pulling my halter top down. "Why don't we give them something to look at," he said.
"Stop! I'm not sure if I want to...!"
I put my hand on him to stop him, but he got my top up over my tits and started playing with my nipples.
When my husband touches my breasts, the good feelings went right to my clit. I was already very horny from flashing the trucker drivers, watching the movies, and watching the guys playing with themselves. It seemed like I was spying on them doing something that was usually a very private act.
When I was a teenager, I spent the night at a girlfriend's house. We were in bed together, fooling around when her older brother came home and went into his bedroom down the hall.
"I bet he is going to jack off," she said, squeezing my tit, "because he is home so early. I bet he didn't get any from his date. Do you want to go see my brother's cock?"
I had never seen a man's penis in real life and had never seen a guy jack off. I readily agreed, and we crept down the hall. His bedroom door was open a bit.
My girlfriend looked in, smiled at me, and motioned for me to take a look. Her brother was on his back, completely naked and stroking a very stiff, very large penis.
I had changed baby boy's diapers while babysitting but had no idea that a man's penis would get so big. We watched him as he started to stroke faster and faster until he groaned and shot a geyser of cum that arced through the air and splattered on his chest.
It was the hottest thing I saw to that point in my life. To this day, I get off on watching Eric masturbate and cum on his chest. I usually lick it off afterward.
"He does that all of the time," she said when we went got back to her room.
My girlfriend and I sat in her bed with her legs around me and my legs on top of hers. We were kissing and fingering each other while we talked about her brother. I got so hot with the image of her brother's cock that I was surprised when she went down on me for the first of many times in our friendship.
I was 18 and still a virgin. My entire sex life was the things my nineteen-year-old girlfriend and I did to each other. It's a wonder I didn't become a lesbian!
I was naive enough to believe that her brother accidentally left his door open. I discovered later it was a game my friend and her brother played. They would leave their bedroom doors cracked so they could watch each other masturbate. She and I were in our 30s before she admitted it was a setup and that she and her brother had sex for years.
That afternoon, lying in her bed 69ing, I fantasized about why we didn't just walk in on him masturbating and what might have happened. As usual, the fantasy caused me to cum hard.
Fantasizing about her brother while she and I made love sure made an impression on me, and maybe that is why watching the guys at the theater made me so horny.
My husband pulled my skirt up. I made a half-hearted attempt to stop him, but as soon as he put his fingers in my panties, I was a goner. I was living my exhibitionist fantasy.
The guys were watching Eric finger me as they stroked themselves. I laid back in my seat, watching them stroke their cocks. Eric pulled down my panties and started to rub my clit with his thumb while finger fucking me. Again it was an exhilarating and terrifying experience, only more intense than when we were in the video booth.
One of the guys moved to the row in front of me with his penis in hand. Two other guys followed. I was in hog heaven, nearly naked, my legs spread on the seat, with Eric fingering me while I watched them jerk off.
