The dim neon glow of the sex shop's sign flickered like a heartbeat against the rain-slicked pavement, casting erratic shadows over Khloe Kapri's flushed cheeks as Jack Desfeux guided her through the door. At 26, Khloe was a whirlwind of golden curls and sun-kissed curves—petite but voluptuous, her yoga-toned body poured into a slinky red dress that hugged her perky C-cups and flared teasingly over her hips, ending mid-thigh to flash miles of smooth leg. She'd tossed out the idea over wine last week, half-joking during one of their post-dinner romps: "We need to spice things up, babe. Something wild." Jack, her husband of two years, had grinned that devilish smile—dark eyes sparking with the kind of mischief she'd fallen for back in their college days—and promised to surprise her. Now, standing amid shelves of vibrating toys and lace teddies, the air thick with the scent of latex and forbidden promise, Khloe's pulse thrummed with a cocktail of nerves and nectar-sweet anticipation. What the hell had she gotten herself into?Jack's hand was steady on the small of her back, his thumb tracing lazy circles that sent shivers racing up her spine. At 28, he was her rock—broad-shouldered and brooding, with inked forearms from his tattoo artist gigs and a quiet dominance that made her knees weak in the bedroom. Tonight, he wore a black button-down rolled to his elbows, jeans slung low on his hips, exuding that effortless control that always made her wet. "Trust me, love," he murmured, lips brushing her ear as he steered her past a display of cuffs and collars. "You're gonna love this." His voice was gravel over silk, laced with arousal that mirrored the growing dampness between her thighs. Khloe bit her lip, nodding, her free hand clutching his like a lifeline as they wove deeper into the shop's labyrinthine aisles.The clerk—a tattooed woman with a knowing smirk—nodded them toward the back, where a discreet velvet curtain partitioned off a private booth. "First time?" she asked, sliding a keycard across the counter. Jack chuckled low, slipping her a tip. "For her." Khloe's breath hitched—what did that mean?—but the curtain swallowed her questions, parting to reveal a dimly lit space: a plush bench against one wall, a small side table stocked with lube and wipes, and opposite... a circular hole in the partition wall, about waist-high, framed in black rubber like a portal to another world. A gloryhole. Her eyes widened, heart slamming against her ribs as realization dawned. "Jack... you can't mean—""Oh, I do," he said, backing her against the bench with a gentle push, his hands framing her face as he kissed her deep and devouring—tongue sweeping in to claim her mouth, tasting of bourbon and bold intent. "You said spice it up. This is us, Khloe. Me watching you unravel. No names, no strings—just pure, filthy want." His fingers trailed down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, pinching a nipple through the thin fabric until she gasped into his mouth. The idea ignited something primal in her core: the thrill of anonymity, the power of being desired by a stranger, all under Jack's hungry gaze. It wasn't jealousy she saw in his eyes; it was fire—raw, possessive lust at the thought of her blooming open for another. "You in?" he whispered, nipping her earlobe.She was. God, yes. Khloe nodded, thighs clenching as arousal slicked her lace thong. "Show me how." Jack's grin was triumphant, feral. He dimmed the lights further, settling into the corner chair like a king on his throne, unzipping his jeans to free his thickening cock—stroking it slow and deliberate as he watched her. "Start with a tease. Touch yourself for him. For me." Her dress hiked up as she perched on the bench's edge, legs parting instinctively, fingers slipping under her hem to circle the damp crotch of her panties. A soft moan escaped her, eyes fluttering shut, but Jack's voice anchored her: "Eyes on the hole, baby. He's waiting."As if summoned, movement stirred beyond the partition—a shadow shifting, then the unmistakable slide of fabric. Out it came: a cock, massive and unyielding, thrusting through the gloryhole like a dark promise. Huge. Chocolate-hued skin stretched taut over veins like rivers, the shaft thick as her wrist, curving upward to a flared head already glistening with pre-cum. Khloe's breath caught, a fresh gush of wetness soaking her thighs. It was her first—truly her first encounter with something so... commanding. Black, beautiful, anonymous. "Fuck," she whispered, transfixed, her hand abandoning her clit to reach out, fingers trembling as they wrapped around the base. It throbbed hot against her palm, velvet over iron, easily dwarfing Jack's familiar girth. The stranger groaned—a low, guttural rumble from the other side—and the sound vibrated straight to her core, making her pussy clench emptily."Like that?" Jack rasped, his strokes quickening, eyes locked on her face as she explored—tracing the ridge of the head with her thumb, smearing the slick bead down the length in slow, worshipful pumps. Khloe nodded, mesmerized, leaning closer until her breath ghosted the tip. The scent hit her then—musky, masculine, laced with clean soap—and it shattered her last inhibition. She darted her tongue out, lapping the underside from balls to crown, savoring the salty tang as the cock jerked in response. "Suck it, Khloe. Show him what that pretty mouth does." Jack's command was a spark to dry tinder; she obeyed, lips parting to take the head in, stretching wide around the girth. It filled her—cheeks hollowing as she bobbed shallow at first, tongue swirling the slit, then deeper, gagging softly as she relaxed her throat to swallow half his length. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the booth—her slurps, his grunts, Jack's ragged breaths—mingling with the distant hum of the shop.The thrill of Jack's gaze burned hotter than the cock in her mouth. She glanced over, locking eyes with him mid-suck, the sight of his fist flying over his shaft—pre-cum dripping down his knuckles—sending a jolt straight to her clit. He loved this: his wife, his good girl, transformed into a wanton gloryhole slut, cheeks flushed and mascara-smudged, drool trailing down her chin as she worked a stranger's massive black dick like it was her new religion. "God, you're so fucking hot like this," Jack groaned, edging closer, one hand tangling in her curls to guide her rhythm—gentle pushes that urged her deeper, faster. Khloe moaned around the shaft, the vibration drawing a curse from the wall, and her free hand dove between her legs, shoving her panties aside to plunge two fingers into her dripping pussy. She was soaked, walls fluttering as she fucked herself in time with her sucks, imagining that huge cock splitting her open instead.The stranger didn't last long under her assault—thrusting shallow through the hole, hips bumping the partition as she hollowed her cheeks and hummed low in her throat. "Shit—gonna—" The warning was her cue; Khloe pulled off with a pop, hand pumping furiously as ropes of thick, hot cum erupted—painting her tongue first, then her lips, cheeks, and chin in pearly white streaks that dripped onto her heaving cleavage. She swallowed what she could, the bitter-salt burst flooding her senses, then licked her lips clean with a wicked smile for Jack. The cock withdrew with a wet slide, leaving her panting, face a glazed masterpiece of debauchery.Jack was on her in seconds, hauling her up and spinning her against the wall, dress rucked to her waist as he freed himself fully and slammed home—bare, deep, her pussy welcoming him with a greedy clench. "My turn to claim what's mine," he growled, pounding her with possessive snaps, one hand smearing the stranger's cum across her tits like war paint, the other rubbing her clit in furious circles. Khloe shattered almost immediately—orgasm ripping through her like lightning, walls milking him as she screamed his name, nails raking his back through his shirt. He followed with a roar, flooding her with his own release, hot pulses mixing with her cream until it trickled down her thighs.They slumped together after, breathless and boneless, Jack's forehead pressed to hers in the afterglow. "Told you it'd be magic." Khloe laughed, shaky and sated, kissing the corner of his mouth—tasting herself, him, and the faint echo of the stranger. "Best night out ever. What's next on the menu?" His eyes darkened with fresh promise, already plotting. Spice? They'd barely cracked the bottle.
