Kara at the gloryhole

This is our first story, some of them are real, some things we’ve talked about doing, and others that we just thought sounded like fun but would never do. Not trying to win any essay writing contests, so if there are spelling or grammar mistakes please, just go with it!
My wife Kara and I have been married for 6 years. We love to hang out and party at different clubs, and sometimes if we’re lucky, we’ll pick up a chick or two and bring them back to our place and fuck for hours. My wife loves sex with other women, she says its more intimate. Either way, at 5’6″ with long blonde hair, 36D tits, tiny waist and amazing ass, my wife is a total knockout. I’m a pretty decent looking guy, did 4 years in the Army as a Cav Scout, and yes, if You ain’t Cav, You ain’t shit. SO I kept up my workout routine, making sure that I stay as good looking as possible for Kara. She has a thing about broad shoulders that really gets her going.
It was about 0200 in the morning on Friday and we were driving home from the club on the beach. I dont drink when I carry a concealed firearm, and since I always carry I make the perfect designated driver. Kara was a little tipsy talking about how her friend Andrea had invited us to another sex toy party on Monday night. I always have a good time there, chicks in lingerie using different toys on each other while us guys normally end up fucking at least two others wives. I asked her if she wanted to stop by one of the sex shops on the beach and pick some things up. Of course she was wearing one of her favorite clubbing outfits, a tight fitting black dress that stops at mid thigh with stockings and heels. I loved how the dress showed alot of cleavage but somehow managed to stay up with all the dancing, yet she was still one of the more conservatively dressed ladies at these places. She said as long as we were in and out it’d be okay.
As we pulled up I saw a few cars in the lot, but when we walked in the only person I saw was the hot brunette behind the counter. She was staring at my wife and making no attempt to be subtle about it. Kara turned down an aisle with different vibrators and dildos and I followed behind. Some of these things didnt look like they would ever fit inside a woman, and the prices were crazy. I was looking at one called The Black Mamba, thinking it would be the funniest gag gift for Andreas party and wondering who would even want to try fitting that thing into them. Kara bent down and picked something off the floor, and I smiled as the dress rode up high enough to give the cashier behind us a perfect view of her ass and tiny black thong. Kara looked at me and held out some tokens and asked what they were for. I honestly had no idea, I highly doubted someone came from an arcade or chuck e cheeses and left some tokens at a sex shop. But then again, in this day and age, it wouldnt have really surprised me if that was the case.