GLORY BE TO GOD
My wife and I were involved in our usual late-evening routine when one momentous evening became anything but routine. We had been married a couple months less than 20 years by then, and like most marriages, ours slipped into a routine about five years after we'd tied the knot. Unless we were going to visit friends, or they were coming to our home, Linda and I would take baths or showers about 9:00, then sit on opposite ends of the couch in the ****** room, reading the newspaper or maybe a magazine by the light from the table lamps. Right on the dot of 10:00, we'd go to the bathroom to brush our teeth, and then we'd go to bed. If it happened to be a Saturday, we'd have sex, after which we'd fall asleep.
Like I said: Routine.
That's what was going on the night our lives changed forever. It was a Wednesday, so I didn't have sex to look forward to, and I was concentrating on reading the newspaper while Linda was leafing through one of the Hollywood gossip magazines that you've probably seen hundreds of times at the checkout counter in your grocery store.
Just as I finished a page of the newspaper and was folding it to the next, I heard her asking, "Honey, what's a glory hole?"
My head jerked sideways and I stared at her in total amazement, because I had no idea in hell where she'd heard that term, let alone that she'd ask me about it. When I finally got myself under control, rather than answering her, I asked a question of my own.
"Where'd you come up with that, sweetie?" I asked, trying to give my brain enough time to get back in gear.
"Well, I was reading this gossip rag, and in the section they call 'Unconfirmed Rumors,' they said a famous celebrity had been caught using something called a 'glory hole,' whatever that is. Do you know what they're talking about?"
I stumbled and stuttered, trying to think of some way that I could tell her what she wanted to know, but without revealing a part of my distant past that I'd always kept hidden from her. I said, "Well, yeah, . . . I think it has something to do with . . . like . . . porno. You know, maybe something that's . . . that's in a porno shop down on the South Side."
She just sat there staring at my face for what seemed like a lifetime, and I knew I was in trouble. Within the first year of our marriage, it seemed she could already read me like an open book, and a year after that she started finishing sentences for me, making me think she was really a mind reader. That special night, when she was staring at me with a grim expression on her face, I had no doubt whatsoever she could read what I was thinking, because my thoughts were running across my forehead like a readerboard at Wal-Mart.
She finally said, "I think you know lots more than you're telling me, honey. So come on, just tell me what a glory hole is, and I'll leave you alone so you can read your newspaper."
Well, I knew I was caught, and since I couldn't see any other way out of the mess I was in, I gave her the shortest explanation I could think of.
"Several of the adult stores," I began, "have videos that are way beyond XXX. It's common for guys, and believe it or not, some women, to rent them and then use viewing booths in the back of the store to look at them."
By the time I'd gone that far, I had to stop to think, but Linda was having none of that. She just glared at me and twirled one finger in the air, which has always been her way of saying, "GET ON WITH IT, DAMN IT!" So, what else could I do but give her a better explanation, so I did.
"Well, when some of the guys get really turned on by the videos they're watching, they need relief, and they can find that by dropping their pants and sticking their cocks through a hole in the side of the booth. The hole is what's known as a 'glory hole.' "
My explanation just got me in deeper, of course, and all she did was shake her head slowly from side to side, then demand, "You stop screwing around and tell me what happens when they stick their cocks through the glory hole! And this time, you tell me everything you know about it, and I mean everything!"
"When they do that, some guy, or maybe a woman will give him a hand job, or maybe even . . . if they want to, they'll . . . like give him a . . . a blow job."
She sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, then at last she started breathing faster and faster, until she finally said, "My god, honey! I never had any idea people did anything remotely like that. That's really hot to think of a man getting down on his knees and sucking off some cock that's sticking out of a hole in a wall. God, I think that's just be the hottest thing in the world to watch, don't you? Especially if . . . if . . . How long does the guy keep sucking the other guy's cock?"
By then I had lost all ability to hold back anything at all, so I just said, "They keep sucking as long as it takes for the guy in the booth to get off."
She thought about that for a few heartbeats, then asked, "So . . . after the guy with the cock gets off, what does the other guy do? Does he just spit it out?"
"Not usually. Guys who do that for other men nearly always swallow everything."
Again she thought about what I'd told her, breathing faster by the minute as she thought about what I'd just said. All of a sudden she seemed to come back to reality, and as she looked deep into my eyes she asked, "Honey, have you ever done something like that . . . either inside or outside the booth?"
There was no way out that I could see, so I just told her the truth.
"It was a long time ago, on the night we graduated from high school. A bunch of us guys got an older guy to buy us some beer, and then after we were all feeling good one of them suggested we go to an adult store to see what they had. All of us agreed that would be a good idea, so we piled in a car and drove down to the south part of town, where those stores seem to congregate.
"We looked through the magazines first, but when the guy behind the counter suggested looking through his list of videos, we thought that would be better. I don't even remember which one we wanted to rent, but the next thing I knew some of us were standing outside the viewing booth waiting for our turn.
"It was while we were standing there that we saw a really huge cock, hard as a rock, poking through a hole in the wall of the booth. None of us said anything about it, but all of us were staring really hard. All of a sudden I felt hands on my shoulders forcing me down to my knees, and given that I was borderline *****, I didn't even try to fight back.
"When I was on my knees, they pushed my head toward the cock, and when the head brushed my lips, I couldn't do anything to prevent my mouth from opening. The next thing I knew the guy's cock was inside my mouth and I was licking and sucking it, and then my head was bobbing back and forth, and then he started cumming and I could feel it on my tongue and in my mouth. One of my friends told me to swallow it, and so I did.
"About two minutes after the guy had pulled his cock back through the hole, he came out of the booth. I guess he could tell I was the one who'd sucked him off, because he smiled real big at me and told me I'd given him the best blow job he'd ever had. It made everyone laugh when all I said was, 'Thank you.' "
After confessing that horrible part of my past to my wife, all I could do was just sit there, waiting for her to explode in anger, and more than likely pack up and leave me.
Instead of doing that, all she did was scoot over closer to me and start rubbing the crotch of my pajamas until I was harder than I could ever remember being. She kissed my neck and then whispered, "Jesus H. Christ, honey! That's the hottest thing I've ever heard! Did you suck off any other guys after that first one?"
I had no further resistance left in me, and just said, "After that, my friends took turns in the booth, and when they used the glory hole I sucked their cocks and made them cum in my mouth so I could swallow it. I sucked off all four of them, and after I'd finished the fourth one, we saw a guy leading a woman back to the booths.
"When they passed us, the guy said, "Today is our 10th anniversary, so I brought my wife here to get her present. You can watch if you want to."
"Well, I guess we did want to watch, because we followed him to the booth way back in the rear of the store. He made his wife undress while we all watched her, and boy was she stacked. All we could do was stare at her boobs and her pussy as she stood there in front of us, and then the whole thing just got hotter than I'd ever thought possible.
"There was a cart with wheels on it pushed up against the back wall, and while we stared at his wife's naked body, they guy brought it over to where she was standing. He made her stand at one end and spread her legs really wide, and then he used handcuffs to fasten her ankles to the cart's legs. After he did that to her, he pushed her backwards over the top of the cart so she was lying face up on it, and then he pulled her hands down to the bottom of the legs and cuffed them there. The cart was just the right size so her head was hanging off the end, and she at first tried to hold it up, but when she got tired, she just let it hang down.
"I heard footsteps behind us, and when I turned around I saw three couples walking toward the booth. When they got up to us, all they did was start undressing, and then when they said they were ready, the woman on the cart started moaning and trying to thrust her pussy up in the air. I guess that was the signal for the first guy to get in the booth and stick his cock out the hole.
"The woman's husband pushed the cart right up to the booth, and as soon as the cock sticking out of the glory hole was lined up just right, he shoved it right up against the wall of the booth, so his wife was completely impaled on the cock. While the guy in the booth started fucking the woman, one of the women standing outside walked up the front of the cart, spread her legs, and then pushed her pussy right up against the mouth of the one who was tied down.
"I guess that was some sort of signal, because the other two men and two women stood on both sides of the cart running their hands over the woman's body and getting her so turned on that she was moaning really loud, even though her mouth was completely covered by the other woman's pussy. They all kept working on her until the guy in booth emptied his balls in her, and the woman who was riding her mouth got off.
"As soon as the guy in the booth came out, my friends pushed me down in front of him, and when he aimed his cock at my mouth, I just took him inside it and sucked him as hard as I could. I guess he was really turned on, because he was able to cum again about two minutes after I'd started sucking him.
"The next thing I knew, the second guy was in the booth and the cart was pushed up against his hardon so he could fuck the woman, while a second woman outside was riding her tongue. When they both got off and he came back out of the booth, I sucked him, too, but he didn't cum in my mouth. After the third guy had fucked the woman on the cart, and then came out, I sucked him, too, and he climaxed in my mouth, just like the first one had."
I had been sitting there with my eyes tightly closed all the time while I told Linda about that part of my life that shamed me so much. When I felt her hands jerking my pajama pants down and off my feet, my eyes shot open to see her ripping off her nightgown. She sat there fingering herself for a couple seconds, with her pussy juice shining on her thighs, and then in a move almost too fast to follow, she sat on my lap and impaled herself on my cock. She kept yelling at me to hurry up and cum, and that just made me even hotter, and I just did what she needed and emptied my balls. As soon as she saw I was through cumming, she screamed at me, "Get on fucking knees on the fucking floor, you fucking cocksucker! Move!"
I don't believe I've ever moved as fast as I did right then, because even though I was more ashamed of myself than I'd ever been, I was also more turned on than I'd ever been as I recalled that night at the glory hole.
As soon as I was on my knees in front of Linda, she lifted her knees over my shoulders, then slid forward as I lowered my head to her crotch. I had licked her a few times before after we'd had sex, but I had never even begun to guess how hot she could be. She was writhing around on my lips like her pussy was on fire, all the time cursing me for the "cocksucking faggot queer bastard cum slurper" I had confessed to being, and then in a split second she climaxed.
She'd climaxed on my mouth before, but never before had she been so turned on as she was that night. When her pussy pulsed, a glob of my cum shot into my mouth, and even as fast as I tried to swallow it, her next pulse shot even more in there to take its place. And that went on and on for pulse after pulse, until she finally sagged in place and started sobbing.
That really scared me, because the only thing I could think of was that she was going to leave me, and she was crying about that. I hugged her as close and as tightly as I possibly could, then said over and over, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should never have told you that. You must really hate me."
Then, instead of crying, she started laughing hysterically, and that frightened me even more, because all I could think was that my confession had driven her crazy.
At last she took pity on me, and as she returned my hug she said, "That was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever heard in my whole fucking life. I've had fantasies about watching you sucking off other men, but never once, not once did I think you'd ever do something like that. God, honey, I think you're just about the sexiest guy in the whole world. I just wish I'd been there to watch you sucking all those cocks, and watching that woman being tied to the cart so she could be fucked while she was licking pussies . . . well, that's just the best thing I could ever see."
She drew back far enough so she could look directly at me, and then just stared and stared at my face as if she was trying to read something there. At last she took a deep breath, then whispered, "You know, honey, our 20th anniversary is coming up before much longer. What I want for my present is for you to take me to one of the stores that has a glory hole and a cart. Then I want us to do exactly what the guy and his wife did when you were in the adult store way back then.
"Do you think we could do that, honey? It'd be the best anniversary present you could ever give me. Please, honey?"
The need I could see on her beautiful face was so great that I had no answer other than, "If you really and truly want us to do that, then we will. But I don't know where we'll find the three couples who'll go with us."
She yawned sleepily as she said, "You leave that part of me, honey. Given what my friends say when we on a girls' night out, I think lots of them would jump at the chance to watch me getting fucked by their husbands and then watching you sucking their cocks. The part about me doing the carpet munching has been a popular topic on some of our nights out, so that will probably entice lots of volunteers."
She yawned even more deeply, then as she stood up and pulled me to my feet, she asked, "So, do we have a deal, honey?"
What else could I say but, "Yes."
And what came after that is another story.
The End
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Questions or comments? Please write to me at: sharon_smif@gmx.com.
My wife and I were involved in our usual late-evening routine when one momentous evening became anything but routine. We had been married a couple months less than 20 years by then, and like most marriages, ours slipped into a routine about five years after we'd tied the knot. Unless we were going to visit friends, or they were coming to our home, Linda and I would take baths or showers about 9:00, then sit on opposite ends of the couch in the ****** room, reading the newspaper or maybe a magazine by the light from the table lamps. Right on the dot of 10:00, we'd go to the bathroom to brush our teeth, and then we'd go to bed. If it happened to be a Saturday, we'd have sex, after which we'd fall asleep.
Like I said: Routine.
That's what was going on the night our lives changed forever. It was a Wednesday, so I didn't have sex to look forward to, and I was concentrating on reading the newspaper while Linda was leafing through one of the Hollywood gossip magazines that you've probably seen hundreds of times at the checkout counter in your grocery store.
Just as I finished a page of the newspaper and was folding it to the next, I heard her asking, "Honey, what's a glory hole?"
My head jerked sideways and I stared at her in total amazement, because I had no idea in hell where she'd heard that term, let alone that she'd ask me about it. When I finally got myself under control, rather than answering her, I asked a question of my own.
"Where'd you come up with that, sweetie?" I asked, trying to give my brain enough time to get back in gear.
"Well, I was reading this gossip rag, and in the section they call 'Unconfirmed Rumors,' they said a famous celebrity had been caught using something called a 'glory hole,' whatever that is. Do you know what they're talking about?"
I stumbled and stuttered, trying to think of some way that I could tell her what she wanted to know, but without revealing a part of my distant past that I'd always kept hidden from her. I said, "Well, yeah, . . . I think it has something to do with . . . like . . . porno. You know, maybe something that's . . . that's in a porno shop down on the South Side."
She just sat there staring at my face for what seemed like a lifetime, and I knew I was in trouble. Within the first year of our marriage, it seemed she could already read me like an open book, and a year after that she started finishing sentences for me, making me think she was really a mind reader. That special night, when she was staring at me with a grim expression on her face, I had no doubt whatsoever she could read what I was thinking, because my thoughts were running across my forehead like a readerboard at Wal-Mart.
She finally said, "I think you know lots more than you're telling me, honey. So come on, just tell me what a glory hole is, and I'll leave you alone so you can read your newspaper."
Well, I knew I was caught, and since I couldn't see any other way out of the mess I was in, I gave her the shortest explanation I could think of.
"Several of the adult stores," I began, "have videos that are way beyond XXX. It's common for guys, and believe it or not, some women, to rent them and then use viewing booths in the back of the store to look at them."
By the time I'd gone that far, I had to stop to think, but Linda was having none of that. She just glared at me and twirled one finger in the air, which has always been her way of saying, "GET ON WITH IT, DAMN IT!" So, what else could I do but give her a better explanation, so I did.
"Well, when some of the guys get really turned on by the videos they're watching, they need relief, and they can find that by dropping their pants and sticking their cocks through a hole in the side of the booth. The hole is what's known as a 'glory hole.' "
My explanation just got me in deeper, of course, and all she did was shake her head slowly from side to side, then demand, "You stop screwing around and tell me what happens when they stick their cocks through the glory hole! And this time, you tell me everything you know about it, and I mean everything!"
"When they do that, some guy, or maybe a woman will give him a hand job, or maybe even . . . if they want to, they'll . . . like give him a . . . a blow job."
She sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, then at last she started breathing faster and faster, until she finally said, "My god, honey! I never had any idea people did anything remotely like that. That's really hot to think of a man getting down on his knees and sucking off some cock that's sticking out of a hole in a wall. God, I think that's just be the hottest thing in the world to watch, don't you? Especially if . . . if . . . How long does the guy keep sucking the other guy's cock?"
By then I had lost all ability to hold back anything at all, so I just said, "They keep sucking as long as it takes for the guy in the booth to get off."
She thought about that for a few heartbeats, then asked, "So . . . after the guy with the cock gets off, what does the other guy do? Does he just spit it out?"
"Not usually. Guys who do that for other men nearly always swallow everything."
Again she thought about what I'd told her, breathing faster by the minute as she thought about what I'd just said. All of a sudden she seemed to come back to reality, and as she looked deep into my eyes she asked, "Honey, have you ever done something like that . . . either inside or outside the booth?"
There was no way out that I could see, so I just told her the truth.
"It was a long time ago, on the night we graduated from high school. A bunch of us guys got an older guy to buy us some beer, and then after we were all feeling good one of them suggested we go to an adult store to see what they had. All of us agreed that would be a good idea, so we piled in a car and drove down to the south part of town, where those stores seem to congregate.
"We looked through the magazines first, but when the guy behind the counter suggested looking through his list of videos, we thought that would be better. I don't even remember which one we wanted to rent, but the next thing I knew some of us were standing outside the viewing booth waiting for our turn.
"It was while we were standing there that we saw a really huge cock, hard as a rock, poking through a hole in the wall of the booth. None of us said anything about it, but all of us were staring really hard. All of a sudden I felt hands on my shoulders forcing me down to my knees, and given that I was borderline *****, I didn't even try to fight back.
"When I was on my knees, they pushed my head toward the cock, and when the head brushed my lips, I couldn't do anything to prevent my mouth from opening. The next thing I knew the guy's cock was inside my mouth and I was licking and sucking it, and then my head was bobbing back and forth, and then he started cumming and I could feel it on my tongue and in my mouth. One of my friends told me to swallow it, and so I did.
"About two minutes after the guy had pulled his cock back through the hole, he came out of the booth. I guess he could tell I was the one who'd sucked him off, because he smiled real big at me and told me I'd given him the best blow job he'd ever had. It made everyone laugh when all I said was, 'Thank you.' "
After confessing that horrible part of my past to my wife, all I could do was just sit there, waiting for her to explode in anger, and more than likely pack up and leave me.
Instead of doing that, all she did was scoot over closer to me and start rubbing the crotch of my pajamas until I was harder than I could ever remember being. She kissed my neck and then whispered, "Jesus H. Christ, honey! That's the hottest thing I've ever heard! Did you suck off any other guys after that first one?"
I had no further resistance left in me, and just said, "After that, my friends took turns in the booth, and when they used the glory hole I sucked their cocks and made them cum in my mouth so I could swallow it. I sucked off all four of them, and after I'd finished the fourth one, we saw a guy leading a woman back to the booths.
"When they passed us, the guy said, "Today is our 10th anniversary, so I brought my wife here to get her present. You can watch if you want to."
"Well, I guess we did want to watch, because we followed him to the booth way back in the rear of the store. He made his wife undress while we all watched her, and boy was she stacked. All we could do was stare at her boobs and her pussy as she stood there in front of us, and then the whole thing just got hotter than I'd ever thought possible.
"There was a cart with wheels on it pushed up against the back wall, and while we stared at his wife's naked body, they guy brought it over to where she was standing. He made her stand at one end and spread her legs really wide, and then he used handcuffs to fasten her ankles to the cart's legs. After he did that to her, he pushed her backwards over the top of the cart so she was lying face up on it, and then he pulled her hands down to the bottom of the legs and cuffed them there. The cart was just the right size so her head was hanging off the end, and she at first tried to hold it up, but when she got tired, she just let it hang down.
"I heard footsteps behind us, and when I turned around I saw three couples walking toward the booth. When they got up to us, all they did was start undressing, and then when they said they were ready, the woman on the cart started moaning and trying to thrust her pussy up in the air. I guess that was the signal for the first guy to get in the booth and stick his cock out the hole.
"The woman's husband pushed the cart right up to the booth, and as soon as the cock sticking out of the glory hole was lined up just right, he shoved it right up against the wall of the booth, so his wife was completely impaled on the cock. While the guy in the booth started fucking the woman, one of the women standing outside walked up the front of the cart, spread her legs, and then pushed her pussy right up against the mouth of the one who was tied down.
"I guess that was some sort of signal, because the other two men and two women stood on both sides of the cart running their hands over the woman's body and getting her so turned on that she was moaning really loud, even though her mouth was completely covered by the other woman's pussy. They all kept working on her until the guy in booth emptied his balls in her, and the woman who was riding her mouth got off.
"As soon as the guy in the booth came out, my friends pushed me down in front of him, and when he aimed his cock at my mouth, I just took him inside it and sucked him as hard as I could. I guess he was really turned on, because he was able to cum again about two minutes after I'd started sucking him.
"The next thing I knew, the second guy was in the booth and the cart was pushed up against his hardon so he could fuck the woman, while a second woman outside was riding her tongue. When they both got off and he came back out of the booth, I sucked him, too, but he didn't cum in my mouth. After the third guy had fucked the woman on the cart, and then came out, I sucked him, too, and he climaxed in my mouth, just like the first one had."
I had been sitting there with my eyes tightly closed all the time while I told Linda about that part of my life that shamed me so much. When I felt her hands jerking my pajama pants down and off my feet, my eyes shot open to see her ripping off her nightgown. She sat there fingering herself for a couple seconds, with her pussy juice shining on her thighs, and then in a move almost too fast to follow, she sat on my lap and impaled herself on my cock. She kept yelling at me to hurry up and cum, and that just made me even hotter, and I just did what she needed and emptied my balls. As soon as she saw I was through cumming, she screamed at me, "Get on fucking knees on the fucking floor, you fucking cocksucker! Move!"
I don't believe I've ever moved as fast as I did right then, because even though I was more ashamed of myself than I'd ever been, I was also more turned on than I'd ever been as I recalled that night at the glory hole.
As soon as I was on my knees in front of Linda, she lifted her knees over my shoulders, then slid forward as I lowered my head to her crotch. I had licked her a few times before after we'd had sex, but I had never even begun to guess how hot she could be. She was writhing around on my lips like her pussy was on fire, all the time cursing me for the "cocksucking faggot queer bastard cum slurper" I had confessed to being, and then in a split second she climaxed.
She'd climaxed on my mouth before, but never before had she been so turned on as she was that night. When her pussy pulsed, a glob of my cum shot into my mouth, and even as fast as I tried to swallow it, her next pulse shot even more in there to take its place. And that went on and on for pulse after pulse, until she finally sagged in place and started sobbing.
That really scared me, because the only thing I could think of was that she was going to leave me, and she was crying about that. I hugged her as close and as tightly as I possibly could, then said over and over, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should never have told you that. You must really hate me."
Then, instead of crying, she started laughing hysterically, and that frightened me even more, because all I could think was that my confession had driven her crazy.
At last she took pity on me, and as she returned my hug she said, "That was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever heard in my whole fucking life. I've had fantasies about watching you sucking off other men, but never once, not once did I think you'd ever do something like that. God, honey, I think you're just about the sexiest guy in the whole world. I just wish I'd been there to watch you sucking all those cocks, and watching that woman being tied to the cart so she could be fucked while she was licking pussies . . . well, that's just the best thing I could ever see."
She drew back far enough so she could look directly at me, and then just stared and stared at my face as if she was trying to read something there. At last she took a deep breath, then whispered, "You know, honey, our 20th anniversary is coming up before much longer. What I want for my present is for you to take me to one of the stores that has a glory hole and a cart. Then I want us to do exactly what the guy and his wife did when you were in the adult store way back then.
"Do you think we could do that, honey? It'd be the best anniversary present you could ever give me. Please, honey?"
The need I could see on her beautiful face was so great that I had no answer other than, "If you really and truly want us to do that, then we will. But I don't know where we'll find the three couples who'll go with us."
She yawned sleepily as she said, "You leave that part of me, honey. Given what my friends say when we on a girls' night out, I think lots of them would jump at the chance to watch me getting fucked by their husbands and then watching you sucking their cocks. The part about me doing the carpet munching has been a popular topic on some of our nights out, so that will probably entice lots of volunteers."
She yawned even more deeply, then as she stood up and pulled me to my feet, she asked, "So, do we have a deal, honey?"
What else could I say but, "Yes."
And what came after that is another story.
The End
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Questions or comments? Please write to me at: sharon_smif@gmx.com.
