Chapter 3

Willow looked past Daisy Lynn to the box and noticed something she hadn’t on her first glance: it had holes cut into it. There were multiple holes on the two sides she could see, and she assumed there were more on the other sides. A small stepladder sat next to it, as if to allow someone to climb into the box.

She should have turned around and left, she knew that. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the holes in the box were for or what kind of entertainment the Backwoods girl thought Willow was. Despite her lack of satisfaction in her sex life and being horny as hell right now, Willow was not an unfaithful wife. She’d never once thought about actually cheating on Greg.

But.

She was pissed at him, and he hadn’t given her the attention she deserved. Not for a long time, anyway. And the more she thought about leaving, about being a good girl and not breaking her marriage vows, the more she thought about the look Greg had in his eyes when they were talking about Beth. About the one who got away. About how she’d never be good enough for him.

It helped that this would be effectively anonymous. The guys in the room hadn’t bothered to look away from their TV screens, and she couldn’t see them very well. She’d never know who they were, and they’d never know her. She could pretend like it was just another one of her masturbation fantasies.

“Okay,” Willow said and walked toward the box.

She got up on the stepladder and lifted the lid of the box. Looking down into it, she saw the bottom was lined with pillows. For comfortable kneeling, Willow thought with a shiver. She climbed into the box and reached up to slide the lid closed again.

Her heart pounding, Willow took off her elf costume and got down on all fours. The box was barely wide enough for this. She found her face only inches from a hole on one side of the box, while her ass was pressed against the hole on the opposite side. She shivered when she realized anyone could just walk up and see her bare pussy, which by now was dripping with her excitement.

“Okay, boys,” she heard Daisy Lynn call out, “your gift is ready! And I do mean ready!”

Willow felt a warm hand caress her ass and pussy through the hole, a fingernail scratching gently at her flesh. Must be Daisy Lynn, Willow thought, moaning.

A moment later, a cock presented itself to her waiting mouth. Another hand, rougher than Daisy Lynn’s had been, was at her rear. She’d never felt more vulnerable than she did at that moment, knowing what was about to happen, knowing that the stranger behind her was seeing and feeling a part of her that no one but her husband had felt for a long time. She felt dirty, ashamed, and hesitant.

And hornier than she could ever remember being.

Fingers went inside her slippery cunt, and the motion shoved her forward. Willow’s face brushed against the cock in front of her, sliding along its entire hard, veiny length. She pulled her head back and opened her mouth.

Holding herself up with one hand, she used the other to guide the cock into her mouth as the guy behind her continued to fuck her with his fingers. He had at least two inside her pussy, with another pressing against her asshole. She moaned again, overtaken by the audacious pleasure of it all.

“Fuck,” said the guy she was blowing. Apparently, he was enjoying this, too.

The guy behind her withdrew his fingers, and Willow pressed her ass against the box--against the hole--in protest. She needn’t have worried; a moment later, his fingers were replaced by something else. Something much, much bigger.

Willow felt the unmistakable sensation of a bulbous cock head pressing against her lower lips. She couldn’t tell if he was wearing a condom--she guessed he wasn’t--and she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she hadn’t been on birth control for months because Greg had begrudgingly agreed to try to have a baby with her. All she cared about right now was having this stranger’s cock inside her, consequences be damned.

When he finally shoved it in, he wasn’t gentle about it. Despite how wet she was, and how ready she was, it hurt like hell when it stretched her out, and she pulled away from the cock in her mouth long enough to cry out in pain.

The man behind her was relentless, hammering away at her dripping cunt so hard it was difficult for her to focus on the other cock in front of her. The box around her shook as the man slammed against it, and she worried it might not hold up very long if everyone was as enthusiastic as him.

She finally managed to get her bearings and put her mouth back to work. She started again by holding the cock upright and running her tongue along the sensitive underside of the head, occasionally going up to the tip to lick away the salty, bitter precum there.

The man behind her began ramming into her even harder, making such precision work on the cock in front of her more difficult. She stopped licking and started sucking.

Willow let the man behind her do most of the work. She let him shove her mouth forward onto the other guy’s cock, and she pulled away from it when the guy fucking her pulled away from her. She giggled when she realized the guy behind her was effectively using her mouth to get the other guy off.

She doubted either one of them was upset about the arrangement.

The guy in her pussy had more staying power than the one in her mouth. The one in front tapped on the box a moment before tensing up and spewing his load into her throat. She gagged at the sudden intrusion of the hot, sticky mess, trying to pull away from him. This proved difficult with the guy behind her working her cunt even more than he had been.

The deflating cock in her mouth finally slipped out, followed by copious amounts of cum that fell to the pillows below. Another cock was almost immediately there, longer than the first, even in its semi-hard state.

“Need a minute,” she gasped, unsure if anyone could hear her over the loud pounding at her rear.

At some point, what was happening down below had gone from pain and discomfort to building pleasure. Not usually able to come from vaginal penetration alone, Willow found herself on the brink of an orgasm. She closed her eyes, letting her cheek and lips brush against the hardening cock in front of her, as she anticipated her release.

A moment later, with one final, violent thrust, the guy behind her came, coating her insides with blast after blast of his spunk. He held still for a moment as he unleashed himself inside her and then started slowly moving again, releasing the last few bits of his cum. She was so fucking close, so goddamn close...

And then he pulled out, leaving her empty, unsatisfied, and desperate. “No!” she cried out. “Please, I need more!”

Another cock pressed against her lower lips, lubricating itself with the first guy’s cum.

“Happy to help, Willow,” said Jeff, the pudgy security guard.