Chapter 6: Dark Night of the Soul
Lilly looked disbelieving at the couch and the floor where she had just fucked not one but two strangers. She blushed deeply thinking about it, feeling their seed start to slide down her thigh.
She wrestled with the thrill of what she had just done. NaughtyList’s stories had led her here and she had to admit that was some of the best sex she had ever had. But another part of her gnawed at her, worried about how George would view her.
The door opened once more. Lily turned about to tell the person she was about to leave and was done for now. She was relieved to see it was George.
He stepped in, looking somewhat unsure of what he may have interrupted, but his confusion turned to a mischievous grin as he took in Lily's disheveled appearance.
George smirked, his gaze darting to the exposed section of the couch behind her.
"Having fun, my dear?" he asked quietly. The lewdness in the timbre of his voice made her heart flutter with anticipation.
Lily swallowed tightly, searching for the right words to explain her infidelity without causing a fight. She lowered her gaze, silently cursing her tangled hair and flushed cheeks that advertised her forbidden acts all too clearly.
"It's not what you think," she stammered nervously, twisting her fingers in front of her as silent confessions fought to escape.
"I mean, well—it's not like I planned—"
George stepped forward, silencing her with a gentle but firm kiss. Lily clung to his shoulders, letting her mind soar in the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure he offered with every stroke of his tongue.
As his hands casually slipped under her dress, slowly ascending up her thighs, she gasped, her breath hitching in her chest. The room spun, time crawled to a near stop.
Their kiss deepened as George's hand finally took purchase on the tender mound between her legs. His fingers explored her folds, already damp with arousal.
He broke their searing kiss, his eyes meeting hers. They were alight with something profoundly intimate and forbidden.
"Fuck, darling, I can feel how wet you are," he murmured, never breaking their gaze. The wickedness in his voice was something she had never heard before, and it made her heart flutter nervously.
"George..." Lily whispered his name as if she didn't know who he was anymore. He began to knead her thighs as they stood in the sordid booth, their embrace a mingling of shame and desire. “I don’t know what came over me. When we said you’d watch from the other booth, I was thinking it would just be touching and maybe some oral…but…” Lily trailed off, embarrassed at the sheer confession.
“But?” George growled, his eyes flashing with desire. He had seen everything through the gloryhole.
“I couldn’t help myself…I felt like I needed something, and then Tony started talking to me, and…it was like I couldn’t say no.” Tears began to well up in Lily’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, George. I never meant for it to go that far..”
George let out a low, husky chuckle.
”I saw it all, darling. It couldn’t have been any hotter, even if I had planned it myself.”
His fingers continued their delicate exploration, tracing her sensitive flesh, lingering in her wetness. Lily shuddered, biting back a moan. The feel of his touch erased any guilt weighing her down, letting the thrill of their debauchery consume her fully.
”Feeling the weight of my eyes, you couldn’t contain yourself, could you?” he crooned seductively, inching his fingers in deeper.
Lily whimpered, the sound a heady combination of guilt and pleasure.
George smiled against her lips, capturing the soft moan between their connected mouths, eliciting an inner fire she couldn't contain.
His thumb circled her clit, drawing lustful cries from deep within her. Her back arched, and she pressed herself against his hand, inviting him in deeper.
She clung to his arms desperately, trying to steady her shaking body as the intensity of pleasure mounted between them. Her stomach muscles tensed while her legs turned to jelly.
Lily trembled, biting her bottom lip as she reveled in the torrential flood of delicious shame washing over her.
George sat her down on the couch, hiking her dress up to expose her well used cunt.
Before she knew what was happening, his mouth descended upon her swollen and sensitive nub. A flood of pleasure coiled inside her cerium, leaving her weak and needy for more.
"George," she whimpered, laying back on the filthy couch, her head thrown back as her orgasm rushed through her in magnificent waves. "You know they came in me right?"
His tongue flickered at her clit, hungrily.
He reached under her, groping for her ass. When his fingers found their target, he pulled her closer, letting her soft folds fill his mouth. Lily's entire body trembled as George fucked her with his tongue.
He teased her entrance with the tip of his exploring digit, rimming and caressing the sensitive flesh until she moaned loudly. Only then did he finally penetrate her, delving deeply into her slickness.
Lily squealed, gripping the cushions of the couch as George thrust deeper into her with both his tongue and fingers.
Her whole body writhed under the sensations, a chorus of moans, gasps, and cries spilling from her lips.
The loud slap of wet flesh echoed in the grimy adult store as his thumb found her tight entrance, pushing and pulling in a coaxing rhythm. Their eager sounds matched the pounding drum of her heart swelling inside her chest.
George, still kneeling between her spread legs, hissed an obscenity, "Goddamn, Lily, your pussy is so damn wet! I never seen you this wet!” George marveled, his mouth returning to its delicious task of savoring her luscious center.
Spasms of delight rippled through Lily as George's fingers caressed her inner walls with masterful intent. She thrashed on the couch, completely overcome by scandalous desire. The ache between her legs grew with every thrust of his talented digits, the room swirling around her in wanton delirium.
Lily's cries grew louder, melding together with George's moans as he feasted on her pussy.
He sucked her clit while pumping his fingers in and out of her, faster and faster. Her muscles clenched around him; he knew she was close to the edge.
George curled his fingers upwards, finding that magical spot inside her—the one responsible for shattering her inhibitions into a million shattered fragments. Lily succumbed to her desires, the intensity of her reaction palpable.
Her orgasm consumed her, liquid fire surging through her veins as her pussy tightened around George's questing fingers. She screamed out her release, losing control of every muscle in her body, shaking with the strength of her pleasure.
Her head rolled from side to side, eyes squeezed shut as wetness engulfed George's fingers. It was a mixture of both his and the stranger's release—a salacious reminder of the illicit acts she'd just committed.
George groaned, his own excitement growing with every shuddering cry escaping the woman he cherished.
Lily's juices glistened on his fingers, and the aroma of their mingled pleasure filled the small booth.
He reveled in the scent, savoring the tantalizing mix of their taboo desires coming alive between their connected bodies. Her thighs clamped around his face as she careened over the edge, drowning him in the flood of her orgasm.
With each thrust and flick of George's tongue, Lily's head tossed from side to side.
Her grip tightened on the couch, her own filthy pleasure mixing with the remnants of the men from before. The thought fueled her lust, her cries growing even louder as she climaxed again.
But George wouldn't let her rest. He sucked and licked, drinking every drop of desire from between her legs. He trailed his tongue teasingly up, finding the sweet spot beneath her belly button, causing Lily to squirm as lust surged through her anew.
George raised his head and grinned wickedly at her.
"Fuck, Lily, you taste divine. I can taste them too; a bit tangy but delicious, all the same," he growled. He slipped his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips. Lily's eyes grew wide with surprise as she watched him lick their combined essence from his digits with relish. She squirmed with shame, but also a tinge of excitement as she looked at the man in front of her. He was experiencing her dirty secret, and somehow, that made her crave more.
“Maybe we should make this a regular thing.” He mused.
Lily blushed crimson at the thought as his fingers intertwined with hers.
Lily look over at the hole in the wall, smiling an idea of a way of thanking her husband for being so understanding.
“I can see how hard the strangers fucking me made you, but Tony left me a little sore…” she peeked into the booth George had been in and then crossed the room and peeked in the other hole. Just what she was looking for! There was a young woman alone in that booth. “Why don’t you go next door and see if you can help her out.” Lily said with arousal in her voice “while I watch and recover.” George cocked an eyebrow, surprised but tantalized by her proposal. Before he knew it, his cock sprang free from his pants, standing at attention. Lily’s hungry eyes drank him in, devouring his glorious length. She licked her lips, her excitement rapidly building.
"Hmm, go on then, make her cum nice and hard," Lily growled, giving George's ass a smack to send him on his way.
In the booth next door, the mystery woman's body tensed as her door opened.