What My Wife Did in the Sex Shop Booth

It all started on an ordinary Tuesday in our bedroom in Pamplona. We were using the usual dildo, but the toy no longer vibrated even when I changed the batteries.

“Honey…” Marina said, looking at the dead silicone piece on the nightstand, “this doesn’t work anymore. We need a new one, something that feels more… real.”

“You’re right,” I replied, “but if you walk into the downtown sex shop and one of your patients from the clinic recognizes you, by tomorrow half the city will know what treatments you do at night.”

We laughed, but the desire was still there. We didn’t want to buy it online. Marina wanted to touch it, see the size, feel the material. We wanted the full experience, the whole vice.

“What if we sneak off to Valladolid on Saturday?” I suggested. “There, nobody knows us from Adam. We can stroll around, have something to eat in the Plaza Mayor, and then go into the biggest sex shop we can find. We can be whoever we want.”

Marina’s face lit up. The idea of being anonymous in a strange city got her going at full speed. All week long, the trip became our foreplay. We sent each other messages at work, imagining what the new toy would be like.

Make it black and big, she wrote. And with visible veins, I answered.

***

On Saturday morning we headed down the highway. Marina looked gorgeous, in a short skirt and those boots she knows drive me wild. As we crossed the province line, I noticed her attitude change. She was no longer the responsible, discreet dentist she always was; another woman was starting to show through, a much wilder one.

When we got to Valladolid we parked near the center. After a couple of beers to get us going, we looked up the place on the phone. As we went in, the smell of latex and the air conditioning hit us at once. Marina went straight ahead, browsing the shelves with a natural ease that surprised me, until we reached the back, where a lit sign announced viewing booths and a private area.

“Look, Andrés…” she whispered, squeezing my arm, “there are booths. Can you imagine going in there together to try the toy while we watch a movie?”

What we didn’t know was that those worn wooden walls were hiding more surprises than our imagination could hold.

We paid for the dildo at the counter. It was an imposing piece, so realistic that Marina couldn’t stop staring at it through the clear plastic. The clerk, a guy used to anything, gave us a couple of tokens for the booths with a knowing smile.

“Number four is the roomiest for two,” he said in a neutral voice.

***

We walked down a corridor lit by red lights to the back of the store. When we closed the booth door, the sex shop noise disappeared, replaced by the sound of a movie that started playing on the screen as soon as we put in the tokens. The space was tiny, lined with a dark material, with a small bench and a pungent smell of disinfectant and arousal.

Marina didn’t wait. She lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and sat on the edge of the bench, spreading her legs as the screen light washed her skin in blue and white flashes. I took the new toy out of the box. It gleamed under the dim light.

“Andrés, put it in… I want to feel if it’s as real as it looks,” she whispered, while on the screen a scene filled the room with exaggerated moans.

I started playing with her, sliding the dildo in slowly. Marina arched her back and braced her hands against the side walls so she wouldn’t lose her balance. She was soaking wet, turned on by the risk of being in a public place in a strange city, doing something she would never dare to do at home.

“God, how full it makes me feel,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

That was when we noticed it. On both sides of the booth, at our waist height, there were perfect circles cut into the wood. At first they were just shadows. But the sound of heavy breathing on the other side of the right wall made us freeze.

Marina opened her eyes and stared at the hole to her right. The light from the neighboring booth showed something moving. Without warning, a thick, already hard cock began to emerge through the opening, invading our space. Almost at the same time, another one appeared through the gap on the left, darker and throbbing.

Marina gasped, with the new dildo still inside her, watching those two flesh-and-blood intruders claim her attention in the dim light.

“Andrés… what is this?” she whispered, her voice broken.

“I don’t know, baby,” I replied in her ear with a wicked smile. “Maybe they’re next-generation dildos, with heating and their own pulse, so customers can try them before buying.”

Marina let out a nervous laugh, the kind that gives away how high her excitement is. I felt a shiver run down her back.

“What do we do?” she asked, even though her eyes were already fixed on the cock to the right.

“Whatever you feel like…” I said, leaving it all in her hands. “Nobody can see us here, and in this city nobody knows us. We’re just two strangers in a booth, that’s all.”

She stayed silent for a second, listening to the scrape of wood against the skin of those men. Then she looked back at me with that spark of resolve I love so much.

“I’m going to touch them… if you let me,” she said in a thin voice, seeking my approval.

“Go ahead. Check whether they’re silicone or the real thing.”

***

With a slow, loaded, filthy movement, Marina extended both hands. Like a blind tasting, she closed her fingers around both shafts at once. She felt the heat instantly. They weren’t toys. Her small, well-kept hands could barely encircle the thickness of the one on the left. When she touched them, both men let out muffled groans that vibrated through the partitions.

“God, Andrés,” she exclaimed, starting to slide her hands with a rhythm—“they’re burning hot… and rock hard.”

On the screen, the movie kept blasting at full volume, but the real show was happening right there. Marina, seated between two strangers she couldn’t see, began to jerk them off with an eagerness I had never seen in her, while I held her by the waist, enjoying the way my wife took over the situation.

She let herself slide from the bench until she was on her knees on the floor, right in the middle of the two openings. The dildo rolled across the floor, forgotten. Now only the hot flesh mattered.

“They’re getting impatient, Andrés… can I suck them?” she whispered before diving in.

“Suit yourself,” I told her. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m your husband.”

First she gave herself to the one on the right. She opened her lips and took him in with a determination that made the unknown man punch the wood with his fist. The sound of suction blended with the movie audio, creating an atmosphere of pure sin.

But Marina wasn’t satisfied with one. After a few seconds of total surrender, she pulled away with a wet pop and turned her head to the left. She repeated the move, devouring the other cock with the same hunger, while her hands kept working blindly on the one she had just let go.

“Look how they’re trembling, baby,” she said to me between one mouthful and the next.

I stayed seated on the bench, legs apart, watching my wife, the discreet and respectable dentist, become the queen of that hallway. Her head moved from left to right, from one hole to the other, at a frantic pace. The screen light illuminated the shine of her saliva on each shaft protruding from the walls.

***

The two men, separated by walls but joined by Marina’s mouth, began panting in unison. The whole booth was vibrating. She was completely unrestrained, enjoying that total anonymity, knowing that to those guys she was just a miraculous mouth that had appeared out of nowhere, and to me she was the bravest, filthiest woman in the world.

In the middle of the frenzy, she looked at me with eyes glazed by desire and gestured to me with her hand.

“Andrés, come here… put yours here, next to this one,” she said, pointing to the cock on the right, which was throbbing hard.

I pulled down my pants and knelt beside her, pressing my member against the stranger’s. The sensation of a stranger’s skin brushing mine, both of us sharing the same mouth, was a pure hit of filthy excitement. Marina opened her mouth just enough to take us both in. Feeling my glans rub against the other man’s inside her mouth was madness we would never have imagined at home.

Suddenly, the guy on the right couldn’t hold out any longer. He let out a moan that went right through the partition and emptied himself completely. A good part of the load landed directly on my glans, bathing it completely.

Marina, far from pulling away, enjoyed the moment. She came off the hole and, with a provocative slowness, fixed her gaze on my cock, soaked with the stranger’s semen.

“Look at that feast, baby…” she whispered, before throwing herself at it to lick me with devotion, swallowing every drop as she cleaned me with her hot tongue.

“Now the other one,” I ordered, my voice broken.

We moved to the opening on the left. I repeated the move, pressing my member against the second stranger’s. Marina returned to the task, alternating her tongue between the stranger’s skin and mine, savoring the contrast. The booth was getting smaller and smaller, thick with the smell of sex. She sucked us at the same time, moving her head with a frantic rhythm, until the second man also exploded onto my glans.

Marina licked me clean again, tasting that second stranger while I grabbed her hair, stunned by the scene we were acting out.

***

She turned around with a streak of white still at the corner of her lips and froze. Through the first hole, the one we had just emptied, it was no longer the same cock as before. Now a different one was there: lighter, with very pronounced veins and an imposing glans that was searching for air in our booth.

“Another one?” Marina cried, jumping back and bumping into my chest. “What the hell is this, Andrés? It looks like there’s a line outside!”

I burst out laughing, caught up in the adrenaline of the moment. The cramped booth, the heat, and the smell of sex had already taken us somewhere else entirely.

“I told you, baby…” I whispered, holding her by the shoulders. “They know how to recognize a good professional here. Word’s spread down the corridor and now everyone wants you to give them a thorough checkup.”

Marina looked at the new intruder. The cock throbbed, demanding its turn with an arrogance that would have scared her at any other time, but now, with the beers and the movie in the background, it got her going like crazy.

“It’s incredible,” she said, letting out a nervous laugh as she ran a hand through her hair. “Do you realize, Andrés? If we were at home I’d be mortified, but here and now I don’t care.”

“So what do you say?” I teased her. “Do we close up shop or serve the next customer?”

Marina looked at the dildo lying on the floor, an inert piece compared to what was throbbing through the wood. She turned to me, eyes blazing, and grabbed my arms.

“Andrés… in the end the toy’s just been left there,” she whispered, “but my pussy is on fire and that cock looks exactly like what I need. Can I… can I take it?”

I was stunned for a second, but excitement shot down my spine like electricity. Watching my wife, the respected professional, ask my permission for a stranger in a booth to fuck her was the climax of our entire adventure.

“Do it, Marina,” I said hoarsely. “Forget the toy. Try the real thing.”

***

She didn’t wait. She positioned herself with her back to the hole, bracing her hands on the opposite wall. She bent her body slightly and, with one hand, guided the stranger’s glans toward her entrance, which was already soaked from everything that had gone before.

As soon as she felt the first contact, she let out a moan that must have been heard all through the sex shop. She pushed back decisively, taking him all the way in with one single thrust. The guy on the other side let out a roar of surprise and pleasure, while his hands appeared around the edge of the hole to grip Marina’s hips hard.

“God, Andrés! How full he makes me feel… he’s rock hard!” she shouted, starting to move against the wood with a savage rhythm.

I stood in front of her, watching her breasts bounce and her face transform under the pleasure of the forbidden. The partition creaked under the stranger’s thrusts, as he fucked her with animal rage from the anonymity on the other side. Marina looked straight at me, seeking my complicity with every thrust, while I urged her on, aware that in that tiny booth we were breaking every record of our own vice.

She bent down again with a smile of absolute depravity, the kind she only makes when she knows she’s breaking all her own rules.

“Andrés… put it in my mouth. I want your cock while this one fills me from behind,” she gasped, her voice torn by the effort.

I stood in front of her and, while I felt the rhythmic impact of flesh against wood, Marina opened her lips to suck me off. The image was outrageously filthy: my wife, being fucked by a stranger through a wall while devouring her husband. The sound of the thrusts blended with her desperate sucking.

Suddenly, the guy on the other side let out a low roar. I felt his hands clamp down on Marina’s hips with final force and, after a violent spasm, he unloaded inside her. Marina arched her back, letting my member slip from her mouth for a second as she cried out in pleasure, feeling the heat of the stranger flooding her inside.

That was my trigger. I took advantage of her open mouth and emptied myself with the same force, filling it completely. We stayed still for a moment, silence broken only by the movie audio and our panting. Marina pulled away from the hole, and I saw the stranger’s semen begin to overflow, running down her thighs. With a victorious smile, she watched as I spread the excess across her belly and sex with my hand.

***

“What a debut…” she whispered, wiping the corner of her mouth. “Andrés, that new dildo is going to have a very hard time.”

She bent down, picked the toy up from the floor, and put it back in the box as if nothing had happened. We got dressed quickly, putting our normal couple image back together, and left the sex shop straight into the cool street air.

We walked toward the Plaza Mayor, with Marina moving a little more slowly, still feeling the weight and heat of what she had inside her. We sat down for tapas and wine, toasting our secret with our eyes. When night fell, we got in the car and headed back home, tired but with the satisfaction of knowing we were returning with the best possible memory… and with a toy that, this time, was going to stay in the drawer for a very long time.