Thread: To Spice Up a Marriage... {darkest_fate & Words and Conviction}

The store was one that everyone knew but no one claimed to actually frequent. To step inside was to engage in a lifestyle that most of society shied away from, pretended didn't exist or belonged behind locked doors. Even the store itself had to keep aspects of its lurid nature under wraps. A tasteful sign promised to cater to discerning adult tastes, with others boasting of an impressive enough stock. The size clearly meant the place did enough business to be noted. According to local legend, this was where the high and mighty came to get down and dirty. Perhaps that was why Lea Michele now stood in front of it, the cool night air threatening to puncture the long coat she wore over an outfit she and her husband had agreed upon for this little outing. She shivered, not out of chill, but out of the knowledge that this was all about to happen, that she was about to cross another threshold with her husband, with the man she'd pledged herself oh so recently to. Together they'd enter this store, seeking out what they needed for their recent... expansion. Though Lea didn't know why she thought of it in that way, but she did. They were expanding their horizons, broadening their sex lives. Go in, purchase a few items, look around to finalize some details, then head out... ...though possibly without trying out some of the merchandise. Lea found herself pretending like that thought didn't bother her. The prim proper Jewish actress had spent so long in a fairly repressive industry that she did it reflexively. Though Lea had always been one to flaunt her sexuality when she could, not backing down from scandalous photoshoots that bared much of her taut body. A quick Google search would show Lea wearing leotards that barely covered everything, pulling a skirt up to bare a pantie clad crotch and an impressive set of legs, opening brilliant pink lips to stare at the camera with a look that caused groins to stir across the globe. The only part of Lea that didn't quite scream conventional bombshell was her impressive nose, though she still received innumerable compliments on that bit of anatomy as well. The beauty stood in front of the shop with her husband, playing with the ring on her finger. She nodded. The door opened. They went in. No sooner did they cross the threshold than Lea undid her coat, tossing it next to the door as planned. Her white dress shirt, unbuttoned nearly below her breasts, bared a lacy black bra underneath. A bit of it had been left open below, offering tantalizing glimpses of abdomen. The bottoms some would count as panties, covering and clinging to her rounded ass quite well. Delicately done makeup accented her beauty too Lea looked on the prowl. Another nod and she strode forward, though her eyes kept wandering, remembering the videos she and her husband had downloaded and watched. Lea trembled, remembering how fiercely she'd cum while watching the scenes, imagining herself in those positions, losing herself to the sexuality, to the sensuality. It had excited him as well, and so they found themselves here. We'll need lube, Lea said, turning to look at her husband, because I'm definitely going to need that for... Lea trailed off as she noticed something, or more particularly someone, out of the corner of her eye. She found her gaze lingering on the clerk. He looked, well, he looked downright sexy, as if he belonged on the cover of the merchandise he sold. Lea found herself staring openly, wondering. They had talked about looking around, finding someone to add but what if... what if they made this a one stop shop? Lea looked over her shoulder at her husband, then subtly shifted her eyes to the clerk, silently asking. After all, he would be participating too, and he deserved to pass judgment on whose dick would be entering his wife, or, well, attempt to.