Even a Demon has needs…

John was, without a doubt, one of the luckiest men to ever live. Here he was, driving down Route 101 along the Pacific Coast in a convertible and a beautiful woman. He looked over at his new wife, Sherry, and smiled. She was stunning, and not just because he loved her. She was tall but not overly thin. No supermodel anorexia for John Gilks. Sherry had long auburn hair, a hint of freckles running down her neck into her perfect chest.
And here John had to stare for the briefest of seconds before turning back to the road. Sherry’s size C breasts were so perfect he felt himself stir. If he was lucky, once the nearest car to them was left behind and they were alone on the road, he might be able to entice her into a blowjob on the road. Just thinking about her tongue on his cock made him twitch even harder. Mulling it over as he took in the scenery, he believed he might not even make it much further than the next stop that might have a motel or a secluded area to pull over in.
Luckily, the next little off ramp had a nice sign stating that gas and lodging could be had.
“Why are we getting off the highway?” Sherry asked as he took the exit. He glanced at her. She was asking, but she already knew the answer. He could see it in her eyes.
“You look so fucking good I think I might have to tear your clothes off and fuck you silly,” John replied. He smiled as he watched her spread her legs for him.
“Is this what you want,” she asked coyly. There was nothing coy about how she slipped a finger into her panties. He groaned. Where was this damned motel?
And at that, as he rounded the corner, he saw it. A tiny little place, with a few bungalows. “Close To The Edge Lodging” read the sign over the main building. An odd name, John thought to himself. Sherry was still rubbing in her panties, so John really didn’t have much time to even think of anything else. He pulled in to a parking spot and nearly jumped out of the car. His cock was raging in his pants and he couldn’t wait much longer.
Inside, Sherry pressed herself up against his back while they waited for someone to come help them. He could feel her breasts against his back – there was no way he was going to be able to hide why they had stopped from whomever came out. He found he didn’t really care. All he cared about was plunging his cock into his wife as soon as he could.
At that moment the door behind the counter opened and an extremely handsome man came walking toward them. He had dark hair and the bluest eyes John had ever seen. They were piercing – and the moment their eyes locked, John knew that this man knew exactly why they had stopped, and that he completely approved. The dark haired man smiled and said, “Good afternoon…almost good evening. Are we needing a room for the night?”
“Yes,” John nearly stammered. Sherry was radiating heat against him – he could barely contain himself.
“Might need it for two nights, I might want to stay and go crazy,” Sherry whispered from behind him.
The dark haired man smiled. They made a brief transaction, a key was given and John prepared to run to the room with his wife.
“If you need anything, please call,” the dark haired man said. “My name is Alex, and anything you need, it will be my pleasure to attain for you.” With that, he looked at Sherry, and his eyes smoldered for a moment. John was sure this man was basically looking at his wife and lusting over her right in front of him. What really threw him off was his wife’s reaction.