“Bugger, bugger, bugger,” Kim said as she searched frantically through her suitcase, “I’m sure I put them in here.”

The king-sized hotel bed was scattered with the clothing that she had carefully put together for the first of what was to become regular monthly training / bitching sessions for her new job. Modest skirts, pants and tops for the day, sexy stepping out clothes for the night. The clothes that she had been wearing were crumpled on the floor around her. Her laptop, hair straightener and a folder of documents were fanned out across the table.

Now totally naked, Kim was keen on masturbating, but it seemed it was not to be. The extra cosmetics case, the one with the leopard print lining, was missing. Her standard case was there, full of cosmetics, but her other case, the one with her dildoes and vibrators, was absent.

After an horrendous flight, one in which it felt as though the arse had fallen out of the plane, Kim was looking for some relaxation beyond what the two gin and tonics had given her in the bar downstairs.

That flight, along with the uncertainties of what the next day’s meeting would bring, was leaving Kim feeling a touch anxious, and she knew too well that one way to relieve that stressful feeling was to orgasm, preferably with a nice hard cock, but on a pinch, and all too often lately, with her favourite toys.

Kim searched through her handbag and pulled out her phone. A message from her ex-husband Steve flashed on the screen and she muttered “You can get fucked for now,” under her breath. Being over 300 kilometres away from home allowed her even more freedom than her recent separation had brought. Knowing that she would spend far too long wondering what the message said, she opened it only to discover that, unsurprisingly, it was another of his drunk or stoned attempts at reconciliation.

She knew that replying would only result in the next phase, the abusive text calling her a slut and a whore for sleeping with his friend Jack, a man she fell for as she searched in lone desperation for the love and affection that Steve, thanks to his rising substance and alcohol use and subsequent violent outbursts, couldn’t give.

They tried all manner of counselling, AA, church groups, detox centres, pretty much every form of treatment that was available in the town where they lived. The longest he ever lasted was three weeks but, he always, without fail, slipped back into the mire.

When Kath and Kim first met, they both immediately felt a connection. Kath was shagging Kim’s brother David at the time, and although that relationship died, there’s bloomed, and many would say, not for the better.

Steve had some justification in imagining that Kim wasn’t being at all faithful. After meeting Kath, and being seduced by her during their first threesome, their reputation as being ‘Easy’ was set. Kath and Kim played together with other women and men at parties, at home and in roadside conveniences. Kath and Kim were the epitome of loose and wanton women, enjoying the freedoms of youth and guilt-free pleasure.

Kim met Steve at one such party. It was at a toga party in Sydney at the end of a long road trip and Steve, high on whatever he could ingest, shared her with two of his friends in what turned out to be her last orgy. That was over seven years earlier and although Kath tried hard to influence her, Kim never faltered.

For seven long years Kim resisted the temptations of the flesh. She softly admonished Kath for her choices, ridiculed other women for being loose with their morals, all whilst masturbating furiously to hard core porn and fantasising about a past that she had enjoyed far too much.

That was until Jack of course. Jack was Steve’s best-man and he, by his own admission, had fancied the petite brunette for years. One night, when Steve had become even more erratic and terrifying than ever before, she called Jack who immediately came over and took Steve away to sober up, and calm down.

Jack returned unannounced about an hour later to grab some clothes for Steve who had vomited on himself. After no one answered his knocks, he allowed himself in through the back door only to discover that the reason Kim hadn’t heard his knocking was that she was in the shower. Thinking that the house was empty, Kim left the bathroom door open, allowing Jack the perfect view of her naked body. Awestruck by her beauty and aroused by her nudity, Jack made no attempt to hide himself, or his immense erection.

Kim was so immersed in washing away the stress of the day that she was oblivious to Jack standing in the dark hallway. When she opened the steamed up door and saw someone there she instinctively let out a little yelp and covered herself with a towel.

“If I had this to look at everyday,” Jack said “I’d make sure I was damn sober.”

Kim didn’t respond, not with words anyway. She simply moved the towel away and began to towel dry her hair. Jack moved further into the light of the bathroom and Kim, her body suddenly filling with an urge that she hadn’t felt in years, began to shake in arousal. Her nipples hardened, her pussy became moist with anticipation, her desire outweighed the doubt.

Jack, still unsure if he should seduce his best mate’s wife, threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around her. As they kissed for the first time Kim felt the weight of her seven year relationship with Steve ebb away. Being desired by Jack, feeling his hard cock pressed up against her stomach as they embraced, had an effect beyond the pleasurable. Finally she felt the courage to act on a failed marriage, to no longer plan for his treatment but to ensure her own happiness.

As she squatted down in front of Jack and pulled his thick hard cock from his shorts, the seven years of sexual sacrifice and frustration, the seven years of Steve either failing to get an erection or cumming early and leaving her to reach an orgasm with porn and toys, was over.

Here was a man with a large, firm erection ready, willing and certainly able to satisfy her carnal urges. A smear of pre-cum spread across her cheek as she rubbed the swollen member around her face, teasing Jack who urged her to suck it. When she took his cock in her mouth she did something that Kath had taught her years before, how to deepthroat even the largest cock. Jack’s eyes bulged comically as he watched her swallow his entire phallus down her throat. When she withdrew it and said ‘Fuck my face,’ Jack realised that the cute, sweet woman he adored, had a distinct dirty side.

They fucked on the bathroom vanity, on the dining table, on the lounge and in her marital bed. Kim came numerous times, her cunt slopped with her juices and Jack savoured the taste whenever he could. When Jack finally came he did so, at her urging, in her mouth. Kim sat up in her bed and with her legs wide open drooled the cum down onto her pert breasts, smearing it around Jack’s cock as he squeezed the remains of his load over her chest.

Then Jack did something that she’d never seen any man do before. He licked up his own seed and kissed her, sharing his cum with her as if it was a sweet French dessert. Kim enjoyed his kinky side and his stamina, but Jack had one problem, and it was a big one.

Jack was also married.

Unlike her marriage though, his was strong. His wife Belinda was a sensational tall blond and they had two kids. Jack wasn’t going to leave her, and he told Kim just that. Kim was happy with that arrangement and for several weeks, when Steve took off to the city and went on a bender so bad he ended up in hospital, she enjoyed the illicit company of a married man. During those blissful weeks, when Jack reintroduced her to anal sex, an act that Steve never contemplated, Kim moved in with Kath.

For Jack, their liaisons had to end. Although he realised that Kath knew about himself and Kim, no one else did. His job as a linesman with the electric company meant that he could be called up at any time, and Kim made sure that he was, but once she had moved in with Kath, despite the promises of threesomes with them both, he stopped. Part of the problem was that his wife Belinda was friends with Kath and Kim and their presence in his home was all too tempting.

For the past three months though Kim had been going through a cock drought of sorts. Kath had been either away or sick and Kim was lacking the confidence and security to strut out in her home town on her own just yet. Partly because Steve was back and prowling the limited venues, and partly because she still didn’t think of herself as sexy.

So Kim had become dependent on her selection of dildoes, porn and Kath. And now on the evening before the start of some new monthly meetings, an event where she had to make not one, but three presentations to a crowded conference centre, Kim was looking for some kind of release.

Kim grabbed her mobile and called Kath who’s phone went to the answering machine. After sending the obligatory ‘Answer your phone’ text, Kim opened the fridge and pulled out a mini bottle of sparkling. Opposite her was a full-length mirror and she took the time to admire her own nudity. The light from the downlights framed her body nicely and she opened the camera on her phone and took a picture of herself.

After a quick bit of filtering she sent the image to Kath in the hope that it would elicit a response, it did.

“Well, well,” Kath said breathlessly when Kim answered the call “Who’s coming to visit you then?”

“No one,” Kim said, “All alone.”

“Bloody hell woman,” Kath said “You’re in Sydney, Steve’s here being a right prick again and you’re as free as a bird. Go out and pick up why don’t you. All you’ve had since the split is Jack, and he’s gone into hiding too.”

Kim didn’t answer because she knew that Kath was right, there was nothing stopping her.

“You picked a bad night to be away actually,” Kath continued, “I reckon I might be in luck later tonight.”

“Who with?” Kim asked.

“You know that new Sudanese guy from work, the big black bloke? With him.”

Kim immediately felt jealous, the big black man was her fantasy, not Kath’s. “No way, that’s not allowed.”

“Nothing is not allowed,” Kath said, “Except minors and family.”

“I know,” Kim sat down on the edge of the bed and sifted through her clothes once more. “But you just don’t get it, I’m not sure what my problem is.”

“The problem,” Kath said, “Is that you enjoy those toys of yours too much.”

Kim suddenly realised what had happened to her case of fake cocks.

“I can’t find my toys. I’m sure I put the bloody things in there,” she said, “I packed them all up, every one of them, and the lube.”

Kath slid the case across the kitchen bench and opened it up, sure enough, there were all her toys.

“It’s right here,” she said as he held the one she called ‘Greg’ in her hand. “On the kitchen bench.”

“What the hell is it doing there?” she asked in frustration, “I swear I put it in my bag.”

“You did,” Kath couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “But I took it out when you went to the loo at the airport.”

“What!” Kim collapsed on the bed in disbelief. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Well,” Kath took a swig from her bottle of beer, “I figured you can either get some new ones, or pick up some real ones while you’re there.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she spread her legs and ran her hand down to her aching pussy, “I was planning on having a nice old rub here.”

“You can still do that,” Kath turned on one of her vibrators and it shook the plates on the benchtop, “What is this? Some kind of jackhammer?”

“Oh shoosh,” she said and hopped off the bed and began sorting through her clothes. “Can you Google where the nearest sex shop is?”

“No,” Kath scoffed, “Go downstairs or out to a bar. You know it’s not that hard.”

“I know that there are some sex shops down off George Street,” Kim said, “The taxi drove past them.”

“Kim, Kim, Kim,” Kath groaned in disappointment, “You’re staying in a five star hotel, there are probably quality men downstairs just looking for a nice piece of under-thirties pussy.”

Kim had lined up a pair of black knickers, short black skirt, a red halter-neck top and her favourite high heels. “Well,” she said, “I’m feeling rather randy for a Tuesday night, so consider yourself warned.”

“Warning taken,” Kath laughed, “Send me a pic with your new toys if you like.”

“No way,” this time she was the one laughing, “You’ll have to send me one first.”

“Deal,” Kath said, “Time to get my sexy on, catch ya later.”

Kim dressed and checked herself in the mirror. Her naturally curly hair was trying to spring back so she grabbed her hair straightener and ironed out any of those kinks. She had to admit, she looked damn fine. Shoulder length black straight hair, short black skirt and her low-cut red top were all enhanced by her red lipstick. Nothing too trashy, nor overly conservative, just the right mix for a visit to a sex shop.

The Sydney air was still muggy and warm as she stepped out of the revolving door of the hotel and turned south towards her goal. Young Chinese spruikers were out the front of the restaurants extolling the virtues of their roast duck, dim sums and dinner specials.

Kim was right about there being a plethora of adult stores near and on George Street. She couldn’t help but wonder though that considering that porn was so easily accessible online, just how did these little shops keep going.

In just one block there were three stores. All were situated on the first floor either above a Vietnamese Pho shop, an Ezy Mart or a pawnbroker. The third looked the most enticing, it at least had most of its flashing lights working. The other two seemed just a little bit too run down for a classy lady like herself.

As she ascended the stairs she read the scratched signage under each step. ‘Adult Fun, Book Exchange, Adult Videos, Adult DVD’s, Sex Toys, Novelties, Magazines.’ Expecting to find a very small shop upstairs, mirroring the tiny Pho shop down below, Kim was surprised to find that the shop extended far back and was filled with stock.

What hit her first though, was the smell. It was an odd mix of disinfectant, stale cigarettes, beer and semen. A heady mix indeed.

To her right behind the counter was a middle-aged bloke on the phone wearing a slightly pissed off look on his face. Scattered around the store were five other guys of varying ages all sifting through the DVD collections and old magazines. As soon as she came into view, their eyes all swung towards her. Smiling back at them, Kim sauntered around the four display stands of movies that divided the main room. Images of cocks filling cunts and arses filled her vision as she scanned the titles on display. Bukakke, gangbang, orgy, lesbian, couples, gay, classics, she perused all the categories becoming more and more aroused at every section.

Down a corridor at the back of the store a sign displaying the video booths was lit by only one of the LED spotlights hanging from the ceiling. Against the far wall was the section she was looking for. Shelf upon shelf of dildoes and vibrators as well as chains, nipple clamps, paddles and all the rest of the gear that some people seem to enjoy. There was also a room decked out with mannequins wearing either sexy lacy underwear or leather and studs. Intrigued, Kim decided to check out the lingerie.

In the middle of the room were the eight mannequins all dressed in baby dolls, crotchless lace panties, camisoles, uniforms and leather g-strings and bras. There was also a mannequin wearing a short leather dress and holding a whip.

Kim held up a leopard print bra and panty combination that was connected by a wide band of lace and struck a pose in front of a mirror.

“Do you need any help, love?” said the man who had been behind the counter.

Startled, Kim let out a soft ‘fuck’ followed by a girlish giggle. “Sorry,” she said and then realised that apologising for saying fuck in a sex shop was ridiculous.

“Do you have a change room,” she held the bra and panty combo up in front of her and did the sexy head tilt, flirt thing. “I just want to make sure it fits properly.”

He looked her up and down and smiling said, “I’m sure it would but unfortunately we’re bound by the same health and safety rules as anywhere else. You can’t try them on.”

“Really?” Kim said, “I can’t try on any of this?”

“Well apart from the health reasons,” Bob said, “Unless you want to get changed in one of the video cubicles, we don’t have a changeroom.”

“Go on Bob,” one of the other customers piped up from just outside the door, “Seeing as Amy isn’t coming tonight we could at least help this lady decide what to wear.”

Before he could say anything, Kim spoke up.

“Who’s Amy?”

Bob turned back to her and this time he had an inquisitive look on his face. “Amy puts on a bit of a show here on a Tuesday but,” he held up the phone, “she’s running late and is incommunicado at the moment.”

“Where does she put on the show?” Kim looked quizzically around the store.

Bob pointed towards yet another corridor that ran down past the counter. “We have a really small theatrette down there, really small.”

Kim just smiled and hung the bra and panty combination back up. “Can I have a look? This place is truly amazing.”

“I’ll show her,” said the customer, “I’ve been in there often enough.”

Kim immediately checked him out and he noticed her eyes cruise up and down.

“I’m Jeff,” he said and held out his hand, “Pleased to meet you.”

“Kim,” she said and shook his strong, rough hand.

The three other guys in the shop all turned as one towards the pair as they watched them disappear down the darkened corridor. At the end Jeff opened the door and they stepped past a red curtain into a room steeped in inky darkness.

Bob flicked the theatrette lights on from behind the counter and for a moment before that Kim and Jeff stood in the lightless silence. With her vision blank, the smell of sex was the sense that Kim felt first. As the room came into light, Kim chuckled at the size of what had been described.

“This isn’t a theatrette,” Kim said as she gazed at the small stage where a small red sofa, about half the length and width of a single bed, was situated at an angle to the ten seats that were scattered around on the floor. “This is just a room with a stage.”

“Yep, pretty much,” Jeff said as he walked over to a doorway just to the right of the stage. He had a quick look in and turned back to Kim “I’ve always wondered what was in here, interesting. It’s the change room.”

“So there is a change room I can use,” Kim turned back towards where Bob was pushing his way through the curtain. “I’ll use this room here then.”

“May as well put on a show while you’re at it,” he said and winked at Jeff.

“We’ll wait and see shall we?” Kim winked back at Bob who looked surprised at her response. “For now, a bit of privacy would be nice.”

“Righto,” Bob said, “Come on mate, let’s let the lady go try some gear on.”

With the thrumming of butterflies in her stomach Kim headed straight back out to the lingerie section and grabbed a few outfits, sneaking in some underwear, including the leopard print combination she’d been eyeing off earlier, between the baby-doll nighties and corsets.

As she passed Bob he nodded at one of the other men that Jeff was chatting to and then directed his stare at Kim, who just smiled at the three of them.

Once back inside the room, Kim paid more attention to her surroundings. Some laminated sheets on the wall instructed that there was to be no touching, no smoking, no drinking, no phones, no photos.

The last two directives actually gave her an idea, sending a few images of the outfits to Kath.

The change room was more of a small bathroom with a toilet behind a door, a vanity, shower, mirror and a sink. A spare chair from outside was in one corner and an old wooden hanger stood in the other corner. Kim could feel her heart beating as she began to disrobe. Wearing nothing but her shoes and her panties the first item she tried on was a purple baby-doll nightie. Her erect nipples brushed excitedly across the satin material as she tied the knot across her cleavage.

She stood back trying to get a full length view of herself but the mirror was too high and the room too small. The only other full-length mirror she’d seen was the one in the store.

For a slight moment Kim was going to abandon her quest to try on some clothes. She sat down on the old chair and held her camera high above her head. The image emphasised her cleavage but the baby-doll was partially obscured. Regardless she sent the image directly to Kath.

Seconds later, the phone rang.

“Where the hell are you?” Kath demanded.

“In a shop,” Kim hopped out of the chair and snuck a peek out into the empty theatrette. “Just off George Street. Where are you?”

“I’m at the pub with Eduardo.”

“The pub?” Emboldened by the emptiness of the room, Kim walked up to the curtain and snuck a look out. “Aren’t they all Muslims and don’t drink?”

“Not Eduardo,” Kath whispered, “He’s South Sudanese, a Catholic, it’s why they left. Can I show him your pic?”

Kim stopped in her tracks. “I don’t know,” she looked down at herself and the image on the phone. “Yeah, okay, go for it.”

Kim turned towards the stage listening intently to the sound of the pub through the phone. A broad smile spread across her face as she heard a whoop from Eduardo.

“There you go,” Kath said “He’s most impressed.”

“He is impressed,” Kim chuckled, “I heard him.”

“I’m impressed too,” said Jeff who had appeared through the curtains. “Very nice.”

“Shit,” Kim said and tried to cover her tits up while talking on the phone.

“What’s happening?” Kath said, “Is there someone with you?”

Kim waved at Jeff and took off back to the changeroom. “One of the punters here just walked in on me. I’m just trying some stuff on here in a bathroom in the shop.”

“Wow. I think that maybe you’re finally coming out of your marital shell.”

Kim stared at herself in the mirror. Her dark hazel eyes burned back at her and she felt as though it was someone else there on the other side of the glass, the other Kim, the old married Kim, admonishing her for her dark thoughts and desires.

“You there? You alright?” Kath asked.

“Do you want to see more?” Kim asked as a way of answering the questions. “More of me in some gear?”

“Of course we do,” Kath said, “Eduardo is very keen. Aren’t you Eduardo?”

“Stay tuned then. I’ll send you some on Snapchat,” Kim said and hurriedly hung up.

Kim undid the baby-doll and rearranged it back on the hanger. Next was a pair of black lacy french knickers, a corset and a bra.

When she stepped out into the theatrette, Kim was disappointed to discover that Jeff was no longer there. She wanted him to take a photo or two of her, maybe up on the stage. Now she had no option but to pass through the curtain out into the store.

Kim felt something flow through her that she’d not felt for over seven years. Her hands were tingling, her stomach was taut and rolling, her nipples hard and erect. And that itch in her pussy, that urge to touch herself, that undeniable horniness that she so often finds impossible to control.

Kim stepped out into the store and once more all six men’s heads spun around towards the petite, smiling, black haired beauty.

“Wow,” Jeff said, “and I thought the last outfit was sexy.”

“You’re beautiful,” one of the others said, “so, so beautiful.”

Kim smiled and held up her phone and said “Could someone take a picture of me so I can send it to a friend, please.”

“Sure can,” Jeff responded, “I’d love to.”

Kim handed Jeff the phone and sauntered sexily over to the counter. The five men in the store all gathered around as Bob, now smiling, moved into the background of the image and gave two thumbs up.

Kim struck a comically sexy pose and the guys all muttered their approval as she did so. Jeff took a few photos and handed the phone back to her. “What’s the next outfit?” he asked.

Kim moved up really close to him and in a moment that changed the dynamic of the night said, “Why don’t you come and help me choose?”

Jeff’s eyes lit up and he nodded violently. “Fucking oath I will,” he turned to the others and said, “Looks like we’re getting a different show tonight lads.”

The men all clapped and cheered as Kim and Jeff disappeared behind the curtain.

“I have a few outfits to choose from,” Kim said as she sent one of the images to Kath and nodded at the rack. “Pick one.”

Jeff immediately picked up a red stretch lace, low cut chemise and handed it to her.

“Nice choice,” Kim said.

Jeff just stood there uncertain as to whether he should leave or if he’d been expected to stay. Kim picked up on his nervous indecision and moved in front of the door.

“Just hold that there for me,” she said as she undid the corset and handed it to him. Jeff was speechless and couldn’t help but adjust his expanding cock. Kim winked at him before turning away from him and unbuckling her bra. Gazing over her shoulder she pulled the bra off and handed it to him.

“Pass me the chemise,” she said softly.

“You are so hot, is this it?” Jeff held the thin red lacy article up.

“Well done,” Kim said whilst gazing at his package.

Now wearing only the french knickers with her original ones underneath, Kim pulled the chemise on and it fit very snugly. Her nipples were clearly visible through the top and she turned around to Jeff who was just standing there holding the clothes, his mouth agape.

“Jeff,” Kim said softly, “you can hang that up now.’

“Right, yes,” he could barely talk, let alone function as a useful human being.

Her phone chimed a new message and she opened it up to find an image of a smiling Sudanese man giving her two thumbs up just like Bob was. Kim chuckled to herself and moved aside, allowing Jeff to head back out to the shop. This time there was no reluctance from Kim as she swung the heavy curtain back and stepped out into the room.

Once more the lads all let loose with a holler and applause as she strutted into the room.

“Now that is fucking sexy,” one of them said as she did a quick twirl in front of them.

“Who wants to be in this pic?” she asked them and handed her phone to Jeff.

“I will,” said the guy who had just declared that she was fucking sexy. He stood next to Kim and made a goofy two thumbs up pose. Kim wasn’t impressed by that.

“No, no,” she said and took him by the hand. “Wrap your arms around me like this.” Kim stood with her back to him and placed his hands on her hips. “Now pull the skirt up a bit.”

“Really?” he asked.

Kim pushed back into his groin and she could feel his cock harden. “Yes, really. Hurry up Jeff, before he cums in his pants.”

“Well can you blame me,” he yelled over the din of laughter and hoots from the other men. “She’s blast furnace hot.”

Kim, feeling even bolder, turned her head towards him, kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “You’re not too bad yourself, and thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“I’m going next,” one of the men said which was soon followed by the others claiming their spot.

“What are you wearing next?” one of them asked. It was a question that gave her an idea.

“Bob, is it okay if they pick something for me to model?”

Bob’s hesitation lasted about a tenth of a second. “Go for it boys, pick whatever you like.”

“What about all those rules Bob?” Kim said in her sexiest voice.

“Fuck that bullshit,” he laughed. “No one ever checks.”

“Here,” Jeff said, “You should be a promo girl or something. You come up really nicely.”

Kim checked the image on the phone, she had to agree, she looked smoking hot. Kim sent the pictures straight to Kath and Eduardo.

“Come on Jeff,” she said, “Come and help.”

Jeff clapped his hands together and said, “I’m right behind you.”

Kim knew exactly what she was going to wear next, the leopard skin bra and panties, the piece she’d first been attracted to.

“This should get the lads excited,” she said as she began to, without even thinking of Jeff, undress.

“We already are,” he said, “Should be ‘even more excited’.”

Kim looked at Jeff in a new light. Here was a reasonably good-looking guy in his mid thirties, standing only a few feet away and he’s been nothing but a gentleman. Kim was initially concerned that they’d all be aggressive rude dickheads, types like Steve, but so far she’d happily been proven completely wrong.

“Jeff, you seem like a nice bloke, do you have a lady?” she asked.

“Me?” Jeff chuckled at the thought. “No. I haven’t had a girl for years.”

“That’s so weird,” Kim pulled the chemise right off over her head allowing Jeff no time to look elsewhere. Her firm tits bounced in front of him and they were easily within reach of his rolling fingers. “Why do you nice guys always miss out?”

“Why do women like bastards?”