Cheating After Ten Years Of Marriage (Ch 4) - Sex Stories

Cheating After Ten Years Of Marriage (Ch 4)

... the tank was filling, I bopped into the mini-mart and grabbed a Red Bull.

Back in the minivan, I sipped the pick-me-up and checked Google Maps. Sure enough, Kips was number two on my list.

Kips was a rundown building situated on a flag lot, back behind a self-storage facility and a closed Jack-in-the-Box burger joint. The pot-holed parking lot contained six or seven vehicles. A Harley sat by the front door.

The ground near the front door was littered with cigarette butts. A faded cardboard sign proclaiming “No Smoking” was stapled to the splintering plywood. I took a deep breath and entered.

Beyond the exterior door was an antechamber, darkened by a heavy and grimy curtain. Trying to touch it as little as possible, I pulled the edge to the side.

I was overwhelmed by a nauseating collection of odors, each enough to provoke gagging or emesis: cigarette smoke, Mr. Clean, bus station urinal cakes and an unusual odor reminiscent of rotting mushrooms.

I turned around, wiped my clammy hands on my skirt, and returned to the minivan.

“Ugh” was my only thought. Maybe I was destined for a life of masturbation and the occasional humping by Paul.

I chugged the dregs of my Red Bull. It maybe gave me wings, as I decided to at least stick my nose into EROS.

I was relieved when I pulled into the parking lot. There was only one vehicle out front, a cute little BMW convertible. The side lot contained just two pickups and a FedEx van.

I nosed in beside the ...

... convertible, took another deep breath and headed toward the door.

EROS reminded me of a CVS or DSW. There was the obligatory no smoking sign, but the sidewalk was clean and free of butts. I entered directly into a well-lit store that smelled only vaguely of cherry air freshener and something slightly skunky. The answer was just inside the door and to the left.

Behind the counter sat an older woman, maybe sixty-five or seventy, using a vape device. By the smell, the cartridge contained oil from Montego Bay, as opposed to Winston-Salem.

She smiled, introduced herself as Marge, and welcomed me to EROS. Marge queried, “First time? Anything special I can help you with?”

No way could I answer. “Yes, a big cock-shaped dildo that I can rub on my clit and cram into my pussy and ass.”

So, I answered the best spur-of-the-moment way I could, “Just looking, for a friend. Not looking for a friend-friend, but a gift for a friend.” I felt my face flushing.

Marge let me off the hook. Pointing as she spoke, “Magazines on the right. That hall’s to the restrooms. Ladies’ is cleaner than Steak & Shake. DVDs in racks over there, arranged by ‘whatever your thing might be’ (air quotes). Rental or for sale. Nothing kinky. Toys in those racks in the middle. Duracells, end-aisle over there. Those three doors are for private DVD viewing. Five dollars for one hour or until you're, well, done. That curtain goes to the video arcade. Six booths. Take’s these tokens. Five for five bucks. Menu of the ...