Back in the Sex Store

It took me fifteen minutes to drive to the sex shop. All the way over Helen kept stroking my cock softly, telling me how she loved being my slut. By the time we pulled into the parking lot, I was ready to spread her over the car's hood and fuck her again, but she shook her head.

"Save it for later." My wife pointed toward the sex shop and the waiting glory holes, "I feel more and more nasty. I really want to do something dirty. And later," she gave me one of her promising smiles, "I'll fulfill any fantasy you want."

We walked, hand in hand, into the sex shop. I figured that Helen would want to head straight back to the video booths with their glory holes, but she stopped just inside the entrance.

"Maybe," she squeezed my hand, "we can look around some more."

I noticed that Helen was standing right at the junction to three aisles: Sex Toys - Bondage and Pain - Lesbian Love.

She made her decision and pulled me with her.