Glory Hole Wife
A minute hadn't passed before Jenna let out a light scream and yanked me away from between her legs, covering her pussy with her hands. Looking up at her I could see a look of shock in her eyes as she stared at the wall. Turning I saw what had frozen her. Through the hole was poking a huge and I do mean huge cock. And it was black.
I could tell that it was uncut but for now the skin was pulled back. It was a good 9 or 10 inches long, as thick as Jenna's wrist, and was cut to look like the perfect dick.
Written by Anonymous / Dec 5, 2007 and lengthened, enhanced and posted by EroticWriter
Had this stored for years in my computer. It was titled Reluctant Booth Wife but I felt using Glory Hole instead of Booth would catch more eyes. Pretty hot and comes close to a couple of adventures I had in video booths.
Most of the items for sale in the store, I added, for instance. Because I was in a rush earlier, I also forgot to add the tags at the bottom like BBC, interracial and reluctant wife, etc. Too late now to add them.
AFTER I posted this, right after, I decided to add black to the story. That I could change within the story. Helps that photo match up too. The original writer, like I often do, added an additional story within the story about his wife being with a different man. I greatly elaborated on that one. I also added several lines to the end. Enjoy. EroticWriter
Reluctant Glory Hole Wife
Not in a million years would I have ever dreamed I would be sitting at a keyboard and typing this account of what happened only a few short months ago. I had thought about putting this into words several months from now, but decided I needed to do this now, not only because the memory is fresher, but also due to the fact that I will soon be pre-occupied with a situation you will soon read about.
I don't quite know where to start, and I don't want to bore you will meaningless historical details of my marriage so I'll try to hit the high points and go straight to the "meat".
My wife and I don’t have either a hippie or a yuppie lifestyle. Both of us received college degrees, landed professional jobs, became involved in several organizations, moved into a new house in the suburbs, had 2 kids, and have a mini-van and car in the garage. It was, and still is a great life, but over the years, as in most marriages, our sex life sort of dropped off the deep end - our sex drive seemed to all but disappear.
Over the past year, we'd tried the usual stuff you read in the various magazines, "toys" of which my wife was uncomfortable with, hard R tape rentals and having sex in new and different places. All of these had some limited success, but not what we expected.
The only thing that we did discover that worked was discussing our fantasies while making love. At first my wife was really uncomfortable with telling me her deepest fantasies because she felt they were "wrong". But with time she opened up to me and revealed to me that since she'd never been with another man, it was her biggest fantasy to have sex with another guy, especially a stranger.
Well!!! As she told me this, my cock jumped to life like it had been injected with steroids! She had hit on a subject that I too found to be incredibly exciting, and that was of my wanting to watch her have sex with another man!
For several months, we explored this fantasy while having sex and it never failed to get both of us off. However, when I brought up the subject of us actually fulfilling this, she immediately told me she could never ever go that far. I tried to convince her I wouldn't be jealous or the like, but she seemed to be obstinate on keeping this a fantasy.
That takes us up to a few months ago. Both of us took a Thursday and Friday off, left our 4 and 6 yr. old with the grandparents, and left on a trip to Dallas for an extended weekend getaway. We left home early Thursday morning (from Oklahoma City), but we began to have problems just when we crossed the state line in Texas.
We limped into Wichita Falls, found the nearest dealership, which serviced the car, and learned that the fuel pump was going out and that it would be well after 5:00 before it would be repaired. So, we decided to stay there for the night and head to Dallas the next morning.
We checked into the Holiday Inn, and when we got our car repaired we spent the remainder of the evening checking out the town. I'd driven through the ‘Falls’ several times but never stopped, so we finally found a good place to eat, and then stopped at a bar in the downtown area for a few drinks. They had a live band that night, and Jenna seemed to really take to their music. We stayed there for almost 2 hours, during which time she consumed several drinks. I would have done the same, but someone has to drive!
On the way back to the motel I got completely lost, and like most men I told myself if I drove around enough I would find it. At any rate, I ended up on a service road that goes to the base and I knew I was at least close to the freeway. Meanwhile, Jenna was quite loose from her drinks and feeling, well... let's just say a bit frisky. She was wearing her usual "conservative" dress, but was making it a point to reveal her legs to me, which I immediately began to rub with my free hand.
"Mmmm... I'm really in a mood for hot fuck tonight!" she said in a mixed sexy and ***** voice.
I smiled at her and told her maybe we could find a guy to join us in bed, and to my surprise she replied, "Hmm.... maybe! You never know!"
Locating a side road that headed back to the freeway, I was preparing to turn when I noticed an adult bookstore on the east side of the road. I've admittedly been in my share and knew what they were like, but I knew Jenna had never stepped foot in one.
Now to be honest, I wanted to see her reaction upon being presented with a visual display of porn videos, and more so, the inevitable display of dildos, etc. that I knew this store, like all, would have on display. Also, for sure there would be the usual batch of men alone, who, if a female happens to enter such store, begin to discretely gather nearby.
I wanted to watch those men watching her.
Pointing to the store I asked her if she was up to a new experience. She stared at the dimly lit store for a few moments and I could see the curiosity in her eyes, but also the apprehension.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. You've never been in one. It'll be a new experience. We’re far from home so there’s no chance of your being recognized."
She gave me that look, and I sheepishly admitted to her that I'd frequented a "few" before, and with a drunken smile she replied, "Sure, I'm game".
Moments later we were parked in the gravel lot and walked inside. There wasn't much on the inside, less than I had expected, a scant selection of magazines, a dildo section and a moderate selection of videos. But to Jenna it was all new to her and she wanted to look at every rack, including some curious and long glances at the dildos that were being displayed in almost every size and shape.
As she did so I found it exciting to give her some space. As I did, I couldn't keep from noticing the other guys milling about, catching glimpses of this conservative and lovely looking wife in a bookstore and how she was checking out the fake cocks!
Those guys had been in other parts of the store, five or six, and now they were sort of gathering behind her. Fortunately, she was *******.
As I had fantasized in advance, it was all going down as I had hoped. I knew they were watching my wife looking at those cocks, and they were probably wondering how I compared.
My heart leaped clear up to my throat when she actually picked one up and 'felt' all around it. I noticed several guys behind her grinning, and one winked at me. She had not picked up one of the huge ones, fortunately, but more realistically, one that a wife married to a man with an average cock might be checking out.
A little larger than average, and likely larger than her husband. In this case, me.
It was white, about seven and a half long in front of the attached fake balls, and obviously a dildo a wife who has only experienced 'average' might be curious about.
I was thinking, 'not too bad, those men might think she is trying to match one up sized like her husband.'
That was blown when she sat it down and picked up the next one. It was very realistic in it's appearance, even had a foreskin, and was more like nine to ten inches long in front of the balls. And thick. Very.
Jenna spent maybe ten more seconds getting a feel of this one then she had the first. Again that one guy gave me a wink, or perhaps it was a smirk. Right there I think I had been cuckolded. By a dildo.
I noticed Jenna checked out the price tag before setting it down. I could see the price: 'Reduced to $80.' Eighty bucks, I thought? Fuck they've gone up. I have to admit though, it really looked close to real.
She glanced over at me and I mouthed the words 'want it?' She looked embarrassed, looked around, saw the men behind her and quickly, her face red, shook her head 'no.'
I think, had those men not been there, she might have said 'yes.'
Fortunately, a few men moved away upon her seeing them or I think she might have asked to leave. Then she moved on, over to some videos on display, glancing at the covers, all of them featuring a shot of a huge cock stretching a pussy.
Again I had to wonder: 'Are those photos giving her maybe...thoughts? Is she now thinking that there are a lot of big peckers out there, and all of them larger than her chosen married?
After seeing everything to offer, she pointed to the peep booth area and asked me what it was. I winked at her, asked the man behind the counter, who looked like he had been expecting it, for ten dollars’ worth of tokens, and led Jenna into the darkened booth area.
Most of the front booths were occupied or broken, so we headed to the back row of booths. There were several guys milling about, more so then in the front of the store. They were eyeing my sweet wife, and I LOVED it!
I knew from experience though I had never myself gotten involved. Those guys milling apart might be hoping for a woman to show, but more likely they might end up reaching through a glory hole and jacking some guy off, and vice-versa. It was likely those men, the ones who reach through, are not totally gay, but more like bi-sexual or maybe straight but curious. Like me.
They aren't gay, but getting to see and feel a cock that might be like one they had always wished they had is a thrill, and doing it through a hole in the wall allows one to be anonymous. Most probably just get feels, but some go further and getting down, place their mouths at the hole.
A few might pull their pants down, turn around and bend over. Again, I think most of the guys that do this are not completely gay, not even bi-sexual, just curious. Some might even watch for a cock that is smaller than theirs, so they can expose theirs and be the bigger of the two.
And then there of course is the more rare time when there is a woman in the next booth.
Finding an empty booth we entered, locked the door and sat down side by side on the narrow bench seat. After inserting one and making sure it worked, I fed the video box several tokens as the video flickered to life. Jenna's eyes soon became as big as quarters as she quickly realized what the booths were for. And she didn't waste any time in scanning the channels.
She finally stopped on a video where a buxom brunette was being serviced by what had to be a 10 or 11 inch cock. I took note that the woman resembled Jenna. The more she watched, the more excitement I could see building in her eyes.
From checking out an overly large dildo to watching on screen, I knew now where my wife's fantasies might lie. And I took that opportunity to take liberties with her body! At first she resisted, saying 'there's men out there,' but when I convinced her the door was locked and we were safe, she reluctantly gave in.
Then I asked her. "Does seeing that big cock in action turn you on?"
She hesitated, perhaps unwilling to admit it.
"Well, does it?"
"Yes. But only because it's happening to her, on screen, like a fantasy."
I giggled. "Like your fantasies?"
She sighed. "I like yours honey."
That was my chance to throw out a previously discussed fantasy. "And if I was bigger?"
"Silly man! Either way we'd still be married."
I have to admit, that was a good comeback.
Her not being able to admit to maybe wanting to try a big cock, I decided to go for satisfying my own cock. I knew there were a lot of men outside our booth, and we were already in an out of town motel. What better? Pick a guy and go for it was my thinking.
Lifting up her skirt, I placed my hand on her pantyhose/panty-clad crotch, and I could already feel her damp heat. My cock jumped a little as I realized that Jenna was indeed getting hot in this environment. As I rubbed her, my fingers discovered a small hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, and I took advantage of it immediately.
Poking my fingers inside it, I quickly ripped open her hose to expose the wet cotton panel of her white panties. She let out a deep moan as my fingers dipped under the elastic of her panties and touched her pussy. Her clit was standing erect, and as she continued to stare at the flick I began to finger her pussy until she was all but squirming in the seat.
After a few minutes of this I could feel my cock throbbing in pain, just begging for release. As quickly as I could I unzipped my pants, pulled down my briefs and my cock sprung straight up in the air. Seeing my condition, she gave me a "naughty" look before she took my cock in her grasp and began to jack me off.
I sat there for a few moments enjoying her soft warm hand, looking at her total infatuation with seeing her first full XXX movie. After only a few minutes, I was well primed and ready to fuck!
Fuck in a video booth. Hard to do, but possible.
Time to add more tokens.
"Oh Baby... can you bend over in the seat? I've just got to fuck you!" I groaned.
"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a blow job. My diaphragm is at the motel, and this is my fertile week. But... I know I can get you off with this".
With that, she stuck her index finger in her mouth and with a flirtatious, seductive look she ran her full red lips up and down her finger.
"Ohhh shit, you're driving me nuts!!!"
She gave me a dirty smile as I stood beside her, and taking my hard cock between her lips, she continued to take in as much of the flick as she could while she worked my cock in and out of her mouth. As said, the surroundings already had me close to cumming so it didn't take much of her sucking and pumping before I was going off like a rocket.
Holding the head of my cock tight between her lips she collected every drop of my cum. Then turning away, she spat it out onto the floor. That always irritated me, but she said the taste of my cum almost gags her! Sitting back down beside her, my spent cock was still jerking with post-ejaculatory spasms. I wanted to rest a few minutes but Jenna had other plans. "It's my turn now!"
Spreading her legs apart, I knew what she wanted. She flashed a very wicked smile as I moved between her legs and squatted on the dirty floor.
Yeah, squatted. No way would I put my knees on that floor. With both hands she pulled my head towards her cunt, and holding her panty crotch aside I began to eat her pussy.
Quickly aroused, she began to lightly moan, and making a hissing noise through her teeth, her hands were raking the sides of my head, pulling me in tighter to her cunt. I never use that C word to her face, but I feel free using it here.
I pulled my mouth away for a moment. "What's happening on screen" I asked her, wanting to be sure she was still looking.
"He's fucking her doggy style now," Jenna answered, and when I looked up at her face I could see that her eyes were wide and her lips were wet..
"That's what you need baby. A big cock fucking you doggy!" Little did I know how prophetic that would be.
"Get back to taking care of me you fool!"
It was at this point she lifted her right leg to place it on the wall in front of her. I can only guess she was trying to give me a better shot at her cunt. But whatever it was that she did, the sound of something falling filled the booth. Looking at the side wall, apparently she had hit a thin piece of plywood that had been attached to the booth wall, and it had fallen down.
Glancing to where it had been attached, I immediately knew what it was. It was a "glory-hole", and quite a large one at that - about 10" in diameter or so. Whatever the reason, the owner had obviously attempted to block it off and it didn't work. Probably, because of checks by the authorities, the owner had made a token effort to block the hole, but not a real attempt to do so. He knew where the money comes from, and a lot of it is the action inside the booths, which keeps the tokens dropping into the slot.
Since the hole was cut with smooth edges and in pretty straight lines, no way had that hole been made by customers standing in the booth using a pen knife.
What caught my attention next was the light from the TV screen in the other booth; it too was occupied.
Jenna on the other hand didn't have a clue as to what this was. In fact, she really didn't think anything about it as she wasn't able to see that the hole opened into the next booth. Instead, she pulled my head back between her legs wanting me to continue. Well, the thought that I'd be giving the guy in the next booth a show made me follow her lead. Dipping my tongue back into her wet pussy, I once again began to lick away.
A minute hadn't passed before Jenna let out a light scream and yanked me away from between her legs, covering her pussy with her hands. Looking up at her I could see a look of shock in her eyes as she stared at the wall. Turning I saw what had frozen her. Through the hole was poking a huge and I do mean huge cock. And it was black.
I could tell that it was uncut but for now the skin was pulled back. It was a good 9 or 10 inches long, as thick as Jenna's wrist, and was cut to look like the perfect dick.
I say perfect because it looked to me like it had been designed specifically for pleasuring females. Besides curving slightly up and having a huge head with a ridge that would tug a set of lips in and inside out with every stroke it also had thick blood-filled veins like ridges all along the sides. To me it looked like some kind of giant ‘French’ tickler.
Although it was almost fully hard, it still drooped from its sheer size and weight. You could see the thick bulbous head, and a clear drop of pre-cum was slowly oozing out of its inch long piss-slit. For a few moments neither of us spoke.
It's black! I was torn. Leave the booth or wait and see how she reacts? We had joked and fantasized about her taking a big one, but never any mention of black.
My eyes soon turned back to my wife, and in her eyes I saw something. That initial look of shock had gone and was replaced with a look of total fascination. And what she did next sent ice-cold shivers through my whole body. Her right hand slowly came up from her crotch, and in what seemed like slow motion, she reached for this huge cock. Her eyes darted at me a few times to check my reaction, and I'm sure she didn't see any objection from me.
Closer and closer... then she touched it. Encircling her small hand around his shaft, her fingers unable to come together and touch, she began to gently caress his cock. Then she grasped the shaft, and finding that he had a lot of foreskin, unlike my circumcised cock, she began to run the skin back and forth, going up over the head and back again.
Her mouth opened wide as she saw and felt how his foreskin was able to freely move back and forth, and making him easier to stroke.
So this guy not only was providing her with the perfect cock to fill her pussy, but one she could enjoy stroking with her hand as well. As I watched, she stroked, giggled, and stroked some more.
She also began feeling his head while keeping the skin back. I could see that his huge shiny knob had her fascinated, to say the least.
She seemed to intimately study it's every detail as she stroked it back and forth, running her slender fingers over every ridge and vein, sliding them back and forth over the fat head. His enormous cock seemed to pulse from the mere touch of Jenna's fingers.
The video on screen totally forgotten, not once did she remove her eyes from this stranger's penis as she grasped it in her hand, feeling it throb from her gentle massaging. It was so easy to see that her repressed sexual desire was slowly taking over, as this strange manhood seemed to gradually melt away her virtues.
She looked at me, eyes wide: "Look at his pee hole honey, how big it is."
I told her what I had been thinking. "Needs it to let all that cum shoot out to where it needs to go."
Silly answer maybe, but it made her giggle.
But his cock wasn't the only thing that had her undivided attention. Underneath it hung a set of balls that were the size of eggs! And the large glory-hole made it easy for Jenna to take each of them into her hands.
So as not to scare the owner, she gently ran a finger along the sides of his balls at first, letting him know she planned to be gentle. I saw his body shove forward in an attempt to get closer to her side of the wall.
Pulling his scrotum into our side of the booth, she gently squeezed his huge balls, kneading them, feeling their weight in her hand.
All of the sudden her curiosity seemed satisfied and a sense or gratification took over. Her left quickly joined her right, and with a wild, intense look on her face, she began to jack this stranger off! Stroke by stroke, she pulled on his cock, sliding her beautiful hands down its full length.
Ever so slowly I began to notice that with each stroke, she inched her head closer to the tip of his cock. I knew what she was thinking. She may have wanted to resist it, but I knew she wanted to slip her lips around his cock.
She turned to me. "Is it O.K?"
I wasn't 100 percent sure what she was asking, but I was thinking 'blowjob.'
"Go ahead baby."
And no sooner than did that answer leave my lips than did she close the distance. I watched in awe as she slipped the end of his cock into her mouth, let it slide past her lips, and sink into her warmth. I thought that was as much as she would want to handle, just that thick head.
My wife surprised me. In a matter of seconds she was taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could, sliding it deep into the back of her throat a few times only to pull it out and slide her tongue down its length.
Not only did I hear this stranger moaning, but Jenna was moaning as well. Of course because of how thick and long it was she couldn't take much more than one-third of his cock into her mouth, but she seemed to delight in pulling it and sucking on the tip of his cock.
The thought struck me. "Stick your tongue in that cum hole and see how far it goes."
She took her mouth off just long enough to answer. "Already did. Feels like half my tongue fits in."
Just then I saw his long fingered hand come partway through the hole and he used it to feel around her face. He felt her nose, eyes and went down to her chin and then he felt around her earlobes, touching her earrings.
I knew what he was doing: Making sure it was her mouth on his dick and not mine. Then his hand disappeared and his hips thrust forward as he offered all the cock he could push through the hole.
I wanted him to hear so I spoke kind of loud. “Run your tongue all around his head. That’s right baby, I could tell by his moan that he likes that. Do it baby, get all over him with that talented tongue!”
Sitting beside her, watching this sight unfold, my hand slipped back between her legs to work on her pussy some more. But she was already there with her right hand, frantically rubbing her clit! Sensing my hand was there to take over, she quickly grasped his cock with both hands again as I plunged my finger into her pussy.
As I slipped my finger inside her, I honestly thought she had lost control of her bladder. She was so fucking wet; her juices were almost to the point of running out of her cunt. I don't think I'd ever felt her that wet before!! Feeling her pussy literally flooded with her natural lubrication, being SO wet, and seeing how intensely she was sucking his cock; all the signs were giving her away. I knew that deep down she wanted to be fucked by this cock.
It was then that his right hand again came through the hole alongside his cock. He was reaching and Jenna, bless her heart, knew what he wanted. As I reached around her and pulled her bra up and off her breasts, she moved her upper body closer so he could get a feel.
By bending down so that he could get enough of his hand and arm through the hold to reach her, his cock was pulling back and away from Jenna to some degree, but he still had enough length to keep her hands and mouth full.
As she excitedly explored his dripping prick, he explored her breasts, missing not an inch of C cup as he cupped each in turn and twirled her nipples between his fingers. Sometimes her nipples get so hard that they are too sensitive for me to touch, but she was allowing him his feels!
And as if this stranger was sensing her mood as well, he suddenly withdrew his wet cock from the hole and Jenna's grasp. I swear she had the look on her face of that of a kid who had just had her candy stolen. But seconds later it reappeared; this time clad in a clear, thin condom.
The condom did nothing to hide the actual color of that beautiful cock.
Jenna stared at his protected cock for a few seconds before she gingerly reached out for it and grasped it in her hands. As she ran her fingers down the slick rubber I think it became clear to her as to what he wanted her to do. But Jenna wanted to check out a rubber and how it works on an uncut cock, something she had never seen before.
I watched as she gave him a long stroke, taking in how the rubber folded up under his foreskin as she moved it forward, then magically was still in place as she ran the foreskin back. Regardless of what she was thinking, I broke the silence and said, "Babe, I think he wants to fuck you! Look at how he’s made it ready."
"Nooo... I... I can't" she stammered. Even in the darkened booth I could see her face turning red.
Thrusting a finger into her sloppy wet pussy I replied, "Uh-huh, but your cunt is giving you away..." I had used the C word, and it seemed to arouse her further. "You know you want that huge cock inside you... filling you up like you've never been filled before!"
I continued by adding, "If we were in our hometown no way would I let it happen. He can’t see your face and he’ll never know who you were, so there is no reason to be embarrassed or to fear any consequences. Just think about how good that huge, hot cock will feel deep inside your pussy!"
I avoided using the word 'black' in my sentence because I was still unsure about planting the thought of black cocks in her future thinking. I just wanted this to be a big cock adventure and not specifically a big black cock episode.
Or maybe I did. Deep down I think I wanted her to take a big, black cock, as it might satisfy one of the fantasies I had long held about her.
She didn't reply, verbally that is, but her eyes were filled with lust. Grabbing her arm, I made her stand to her feet. "Nooo.... I can't do this." she moaned in desperation. She looked at me with eyes that were filled with lust, but at the same time eyes begging for me to stop. She put up a feeble struggle as I lifted her skirt up over her waist. "Nooo... I can't do this..." she moaned.
I reached out and gave his cock a quick squeeze to let him know it was still a candidate. Also, truthfully, I wanted a feel.
She was protesting maybe a little mentally but her body was all for it. I can say that with conviction because she didn't resist at all when I turned her ass toward the glory-hole and had her bend over.
"Spread your legs a little." I placed her hands on my knees allowing her to support herself in this position.
Not giving her time to think about it, I quickly pushed her back against the wall so that her legs were straddling the hole. And as she moved into position I grasped the huge cock and pressed it up against her wet panty crotch. She tried to hold back a deep moan, but she couldn't. Pulling her panties aside with my other hand, I then pressed his hot cock up between her pink pussy lips.
She inhaled deeply like it was feeling good as she felt his hot, hard cock touch her cunt and then after perhaps five seconds whispered a “No” and moved forward slightly to get away, but that was all I needed from her.
She was standing away from the wall and in order for him to make full penetration at some point she needed to be hard up against the wall.
Not wasting time, I reached through the hole and gently pushed back on his body a few inches so that I could get my wife closer to the wall.
That having been done I then gently pushed my wife back until the top of her ass cheeks flattened against the wall. Now he would be able to do a penetration, and hopefully all the way. I reached under between her legs so that I could once again grab his cock to aim it.
"Ummmmmmm...... Noooo... PLEASE! No!"
My wife was saying 'No.' but that was pretty unconvincing since she remained bent over, with her high heels two feet apart.
I was still avoiding saying the color of that beautiful prick.
Inside her I knew there was a battle going on between her strict morals and her pure sexual lust. But I knew what the outcome of that battle would be. Holding his cock next to her I whispered, "Ohhh Baby! Feel that huge cock next to your cunt... Do it!! This one time in your life. Take it inside you!!"
That was all it took. I could feel her whole body shudder and I could sense her caving in to her primal craving. Using my index finger, I pushed the end of his cock into her cunt and this stranger did the rest. He pushed forward, and inch by inch as I pushed back against her, making sure she was holding her body in place, I felt his cock slip up into her pussy!
"Oooooh fuck honey! What are you doing to me?"
I was feeling all around her lips with one hand and I could tell by the feel that he was stretching her lips incredibly tight! As he slid ever deeper inside her, I all but had to hold Jenna up as she became "one" with him, emitting a deep guttural groan as he entered her, and after six inches going past the furthest point I had ever reached inside her.
From that point, nothing was slow. From the other side of the wall, this stranger took to fucking my wife like a pit-bull. It would have been nice if he could have been grabbing her ass, but with all that cock, he was still more than doing the job. As for Jenna, her eyes never opened. They were tightly clenched as she moaned "Yesss..." with every stroke he made.
I was feeling around with my hand, and after perhaps the first five strokes I felt his pubic mound bottoming out against my wife’s vagina. He was getting it all the way in, or at least as far as he could go while standing against a wall! Good thing the wall was thin and not double walled or he would have been losing a couple of inches of penetration and still probably a good thing for my little wife.
Thankfully the bottom edge of that hole was low or he might not have been able to reach my wife as she stood with her legs apart. This had the effect of having her be even lower and I was wondering how tall he is, because in order to be down at her level he had to be keeping his legs wide apart. Unless he is a midget.
I knew from the feel that his cock was pointed down somewhat, but fortunately able to make full penetration. 'What would this be like on a bed,' I was thinking?
In less than half a minute my beautiful wife was entirely lost in the act, not aware of anything but the fucking she was getting. Her fingernails were clenching deep into my thighs as she did her best to push her ass against the dirty wall. Reaching into the front of her blouse, I had the surprise of my life.
Maybe it was only the moment, but I swear I'd never felt my wife's nipples so hard and erect! They were literally so hard and so sensitive I knew she didn't want me playing with them so I left them alone. But that didn't stop me from reaching back between her legs to rub her clit. The instant I touched her clit, her head reared back and she said the words ‘fuck that’s good’ and then let out a deep moan.
I was feeling sort of left out, and wanting to be part of the action I decided to help her get off by massaging her clit. And as I did so, I couldn't resist the temptation to move my finger back and feel the thick cock that was pumping my wife.
On the next stroke, I let my middle finger wander back. And as he took his next stroke, my fingertip rubbed along the underside of his cock. I heard him moan "Yessss" as I did so, making it obvious he liked the added sensation. It dawned on me that since he is not easily able to get all of his cock inside Jenna's pussy, I assumed he might like a bit of added stimulation, especially at the base of his cock.
Reaching back close to the wall I let my fingers, lubricated with Jenna's pussy juices, ride across the base of his cock as he stroked. Once more he moaned in gratitude, and I responded by wrapping my thumb and index finger around the base of his cock and squeezing him tight. My finger, like Jenna's, could not touch at the tips. Shit he's thick! It never dawned on me what would be the result of my doing this.
As he withdrew on his next stroke, I felt the rim of his condom catch in my grasp. And before I could release my grip, his condom had slid half way down his cock. You would think that as he pushed inside her the next time, it would have slipped back down his cock, but that was not the case.
He didn't miss a thrust, and with the next several strokes, I did my best to try and slide it back down his cock. But the more I tried, the more it seemed to work its way closer to the head of his cock. He wasn't trying to aid me, more the opposite. Then in an instant it slid completely off his cock, was poked up into her cunt for a stroke or two, then I felt his wet, wadded up condom drop into my cupped hand.
They were, just like that, going at it skin-to-skin!
Black skin rubbing up against white skin, no, make that pink skin, and from my perspective it was looking really hot!
Jenna had no clue as to what had happened. I was certainly aware of it, and so was the stranger. As he felt his cock, now unsheathed, slide up into Jenna's pussy, he moaned so loud that the entire peep booth area had to know something was up.
I had every reason in the world to stop everything right then and there and put the rubber back on this guy before continuing. But for some reason I didn't. Instead, I simply sat there holding his discarded rubber and stared at the sight in front of me. If there was any chance of catching a disease, it was too late now.
But I wasn’t all the much worried about disease. It was that my wife was not wearing her diaphragm. So now I really had to worry about my wife learning that I would be allowing this man to shoot his load deep into her unprotected and married pussy!
Only then did it hit me as to what I was really watching. I was witnessing my wife of 14 years, performing a filthy sexual act that I would have never dreamed of her doing, not even in my wildest of dreams. She was faithful to me through to our wedding night, and during all the years of our marriage, I know she had never strayed. She was the "textbook" wife and mother, with spotless morals.
But she had her weakness, drinking. She didn’t do it often, and only with me, but it had the effect of lowering her inhibitions.
My wife's only other 'adventure,' my doing.
I had planned to watch one night, without her knowledge as a guy I had ‘dared’ to try had come on to her. I had noticed that she had glanced at him more than once. He was from out of town, a friend of a friend so I felt safe about it. It was at a party and she had been drinking and I figured she was loosened up. Also he was handsome and a little younger.
He had promised to not breathe a word to anyone. I got that out of him first. I then told him that if he could get her started, then I would later happen to notice him, make introductions, spend a little time and then ask her if she would like to invite him home.
"I can fuck your wife? Fuck, that'd be a dream cum true," he had responded.
To make it all the more exciting for him, and me, I took it further. "She never been laid by anyone but me, far as I know she's never even been felt up by another guy."
"Wow! Far out. I'll give it a try man."
He was kind of a hippy type.
I had wanted to watch from a distance and unknown to Jenna, but some friends had distracted me at one point and that's when it happened. He had caught her alone, in the kitchen. I had told him in advance that the way to turn my wife on was to touch her neck at first, then gently try to kiss her before going further. It almost worked.
But she had turned him down, flat, but not before he had managed to get his lips over hers and some brief tongue action (he told me later) and as she had pulled her mouth away he had managed a quick feel of her breasts. I knew when he described her nipples as being as hard as rocks that he was not making anything up.
She had pulled away then, but he had said something like: "Come on baby, I love kissing you. Let's do a bit more before we quit."
Quit. I think, the safety of hearing that, encouraged her to go a bit further.
Then he had gone partially under her panties for a brief run of his finger up the entire length of her slit with a slight, maybe an inch deep penetration of the finger as it went past her hole before she had realized what was happening and stopped him by placing her hand over his.
But she allowed his finger to remain. He had gotten a feel of her entire slit, back to front, and his finger was working it's way back and down, slowly as they kissed, and yes, it was in again, and this time a bit deeper.
“Please,” he said she whispered. “You seem nice, but no.”
He kept trying. “But why baby? We’re both grown up adults and I can tell that you’re hot for me.”
“No…I’m married, and my husband is right out there in the other room.”
“But your pussy is giving your real thoughts away, I'm already inside you with some of my body, and there could be more to come…Here, feel my cock how hard you've made it."
She did, just for a few seconds, he told me. Wrapping her fingers around his bulge she squeezed it to test the thickness, but never ran her hand up and down to feel the length.
He was feeling her length though, almost as far inside as his finger could reach as he shoved up and in.
As he tried to kiss her again, and she consented, reluctantly, his finger was still there, and he managed to go in another inch or so before she began shaking. He told me that at that point he had his finger buried. Then she took her hand off his bulge and managed to pull his hand, and that finger, away.
Her pussy had felt quite wet he had told me, and I felt proud when he added a comment about how tight she was.
I had planned to introduce them, then after some conversation ask Jenna if she wanted to invite him home. But it didn't work out because she began feeling ill from the drinking and asked to go home early.
I didn't ask him how big, or maybe more important, how thick his cock was, so to this day I don't know what she had felt and maybe for a little while, considered trying.
Yet, because we were in a strange town perhaps, here she was, in a place I never imagined I'd ever get her to go into, her first adult bookstore, in the most perverted section of a bookstore, the peep show booths. And there in this small, filthy cubicle, my eyes were glued to the sight in front of me. It was all so uncharacteristic of my wife!
Not only fucking a strange cock, it was a big cock, and it was black!
I was thinking about it as I watched a long-time fantasy of mine taking place. Something had affected her, and apparently it was her having some drinks and then seeing that huge cock on screen and followed immediately by an equally large one right beside her for real and in the flesh, oh yeah, the flesh!!
The big one on screen had been white, but I guess that was still enough to get her aroused.
My fantasy for the most part over the years had been getting to watch my wife taking a strange big cock while on her back. In my fantasy the man on her was not attractive, maybe even ugly. Someone who would not be a threat to my marriage.
I at one point even found myself looking at homeless men, looking so dirty and scruffy in the downtown area, and visualizing one of them on my wife.
She of course, would be shocked at my suggesting her fucking a vagrant. But I would have checked him out in advance to ensure size. He would be unwashed, maybe even smelly. But somehow he would manage, with my help, to get her to try his huge cock once she had seen it.
She would be reluctant about it at first but eventually as the pleasure intensified, she would finally start ‘giving in’ and over time, as she began having her first multi-orgasms, she would be craving the kisses of the man over her.
Yes, kisses, from a man she was not attracted too, an unbathed man with bad breath and maybe black teeth whom she almost found to be repulsive, but his cock, and the pleasure it generated within her, would overcome all her resistance. After that, he would totally own her for the few remaining hours of that night. She might even allow me to take pictures.
Then just before sunrise I would take him back downtown and drop him off after slipping him a twenty.
That's the way I feel when I watch those videos of a stranger, supposedly, fucking a man's wife. Be the stranger white or black, I am never satisfied watching that video until the wife gives in all the way and kisses the man while wrapping everything she has around him. By that, I obviously mean while they are in the Missionary male on top position.
This must be happening while her husband is watching. In the Missionary position, that is the point of most contact between the man and woman. Their bodies are in contact from the top of the heads to the tip of the toes in some cases. And in between, deep penetration.
The wife must be giving in to his kisses, craving them actually while she thrusts her hips at him to match his strokes.
If that doesn't happen, the man never completely got to fuck, and possess the wife, far as I'm concerned.
This activity of course, did not live up to that fantasy but in many ways was even better. My wife was taking a strange cock, a huge black cock and from a faceless stranger.
Who would have thought? She might also have been doing this because there was no danger of an involvement, an affair like she might have been involved in had she chosen to take a lover to see what it is like to fuck another man.
I couldn't believe this was the same woman I'd married! I couldn't believe I was seeing my wife bent over, pressing her full ass and thighs up against a wall covered with the dried cum of countless men. I felt like I had a 120 degree fever as I listened to her panting aloud, her face contorted in erotic ecstasy as through this glory-hole, she was totally lost in the sensation of having her pussy serviced by a huge cock that belonged to a nameless, faceless man.
It would be really funny if he turned out to be really ugly and she found out. I was already thinking of bringing this act along with us and back to the motel.
The best term I can think of is ‘surreal’ - watching her flatten her ass against the wall, doing her best to get his cock deeper inside her, seeing her try to keep her footing in the slippery goo in the floor.
And as I looked on, I made the stark realization as to why I didn't pause their copulating to put his condom back on. As hard as it was to admit it, I was incredibly turned on at the thought of her having her pussy soaked with a stranger’s cum, even over the risk of her being impregnated!
By a black man.
The simple fact was; if my wife was being fucked, she needed to be doing it bare-back and take his load in order to have truly been fucked. And the fact that this strange man had his bare cock inside my wife's unprotected pussy, and that she was in the most fertile part of her period, it only fueled my desire beyond imagination. As much as I tried to suppress it I couldn't.
In the heat of that instant, all logic and clear thought had vanished from my mind. I yanked HARD on my cock as it was so very clear what I wanted. I wanted this strange man to squirt his hot sperm deep inside my wife, even if it meant his impregnating her with his baby! That thought was suddenly interrupted by Jenna's heavy, loud moans. Only then did it dawn on me that I had been in sort of a trance, totally ******* of how much time had passed.
Sensing she was almost to orgasm, I quickly reached between her legs and began to massage her clit. All it took was a few seconds of rubbing her and she began to show all the signs of an oncoming, intense orgasm. But I could also sense by the hurried strokes of this stranger that he too was about to cum.
He was slamming up against her now and only the wall was keeping him from knocking her over. Somehow, even in her weakened condition, Jenna continued to press herself backward so that she could receive his maximum penetration.
I was doing my bit. Rubbing Jenna's clit faster and harder in time with his strokes was all it took. Jenna inhaled a deep breath, and the small booth echoed with, "YESSSSSSSSSS.... OHHHH YES!!!!!!!!"
There was no way possible she could contain her emotions and I am sure her lover as well as anyone standing around outside could hear her. My wife almost screamed as if she was in pain as she kept her ass securely welded to the wall, letting this cocksman send her to heights I know I'll never give her. I could hear his thighs slamming into the wall on the other side of the booth, my fingers feeling every inch of his cock literally stab into my wife's pussy as if he were trying to **** her with each stroke.
For an instant I told myself I couldn't allow him to ejaculate inside her. But no sooner did that thought come to mind, while Jenna was in the final throes of her of her orgasm, he delivered one final... almost brutal thrust. With that, I knew what was fixing to happen as I felt his veined cock sink up into the depths of my wife's vagina one last time, and hold motionless. I had a split second to think about grabbing my wife and yanking her off of him... But I didn't.
I knew now. He was planning on holding still and to allow my wife to feel every throb coming from his massive member. Was he hoping that she would feel his hot load spurting into her pussy and know that her husband had failed to protect her and she was now taking him bareback? Maybe that was his desire.
I wanted to feel him cumming so instead of pushing him away, I placed my fingers on the underside of his cock and felt the huge vein on its underside throb. And with that immense pulse, I knew it was too late to stop nature's course.
My wife felt that first pulse too, and the way his cock seemed to grow. “Oh shit,” she moaned.” He’s cumming and I can feel it!” Then she let out a long moan such as I had never heard before. She was cumming again, or maybe it was the same orgasm continuing, I didn’t know.
Over and over again through that vein, I felt this stranger's cock ejaculate his sperm inside my wife's pussy; no doubt flooding her 35 yr. old womanhood full of what I knew could result in a baby.
And as he continued to gush inside her, I found myself frantically rubbing her clit, extending her orgasm to mask any sensation she might feel of her being filled with his hot semen. I wouldn't have believed it possible that a guy could cum so much, but, he kept his cock planted deep and pumping spurt after spurt of his cum inside her.
Like most men, like me, he probably only had five to seven or eight shots of cum to pump into her, but his throbbing continued for what seemed like a solid 15 seconds.
All of the sudden it was over... quiet except for Jenna's heavy breathing. I felt Jenna's body relax, and at the same instant I felt a hot, sticky fluid covering my fingers as the stranger slowly withdrew his spent cock from my wife. I suddenly realized that if she pulled away from the wall and stood for even a few seconds, she would realize she had his sperm in her, and I certainly didn't want her to know that.
As his cock slipped out of her pussy, my hand was right there to "innocently" rub her pussy. She had no clue that I was doing my best to keep his sperm from dripping out of her cunt. Pulling her away from the wall, I directed her ass to my face and once more had her bend over, placing her hands on the bench.
A desperate man has to take desperate measures.
Moving my head up close, I licked her open pussy, and for the first time I tasted another man's cum. Black man's cum. But there was also a different smell! Of course there was the familiar smell of my wife's pussy, but it was almost overpowered by the distinct, musky scent of sperm! I continued to lick her pussy for a few moments, tasting and smelling their combined juices. But, I just had to see what was inside her - what it was I had been tasting.
Moving her ass around into the light from the video screen, I slowly opened her cunt lips. I happened to glance over at the glory hole and saw the man’s face at the hole. He was watching me and grinning, and I think he knew what I now had to do!
And he was getting a close up view not only of the white wife's cunt he had just enjoyed, but her husband slurping up his cum. I knew now, just for a few seconds, I wanted him to get a good look at the hole he had just enjoyed fucking.
As I spread her open for him to see as well as me, I was expecting to see a flood of sperm pour out of her. But there was only a small trickle; it drooled down between her labia to where thick drops of cum collected on her exposed clit, and trailing sticky rivulets behind them they slowly fell to the floor.
I cold see his face now, most of it, and he looked almost handsome. His eyes were wide and he was grinning as he watched me spreading Jenna's inner lips.
Opening her cunt even more, I discovered where the majority of his sperm was. Just a few inches inside her labia, there was a thick mass of sperm clinging to her pussy walls, and it wasn't about to drain back out of her. Appearing to be as thick as jelly, and creamy white, it seemed to be acting as a plug to hold every drop of this guy's semen inside her. I remembered thinking that if color, thickness and strong scent were any indication of potent sperm; it was already working on one of my wife's eggs.
As I stared at his thick sperm, only then did it really hit me that there was a strong possibility that in nine months I could be seeing these same pussy lips expand wide.... and see my wife deliver a baby! Would it be black, half and half, or what?
If that happened, her tight pussy would be tight no more, but I figured that it might already have been stretched to some degree.
Jenna never felt the sensation of his cum in her; I suppose his huge cock had stretched her out so much, her vagina was a bit numb. But then again, she really didn't stop to think about it either. For whatever reason, panic once again took hold of her. She turned her head, and with anxious eyes told me she wanted to leave.
I had been thinking of reaching in with my tongue and sucking that blob of cum out of her. Now it was too late. I kissed her cunt one last time, and careful placed her panty crotch back over her cunt. I glanced over but didn’t see the guy’s face at the hole. Standing back up, she straightened her skirt and buttoned her blouse, and then, after passing at least three guys in the video hallway that my wife pretended not to see while they grinned leeringly at her, we began to make a quick exit from the store.
I kept my eyes peeled for a black guy with a smile that I would recognize, but he was not to be found.
If he had been there, I might have used a finger to motion him to follow us and once outside, told my wife that he was ‘over there’ and would she like to invite him to the motel? But he was gone and no way would she have said ‘yes.’ She would have been very embarrassed and maybe ashamed had I done that.
Maybe. I say 'maybe' but it almost for sure would have been a 'no' since she had been so well fucked. And satisfied.
Back at the motel she wanted to shower, but I told her I didn't want her to. Instead, I directed her to the bed and had her lie down. She was quick to inform me that she was too sore to fuck me.
Excited at hearing that I said, "Too sore? His big cock made you sore?"
She looked kind of annoyed. "Of course it's from his big cock. What else?"
"But baby," I pleaded, "my cocks a lot smaller and it probably won't hurt." Actually I didn't plan to fuck her so soon after him and having her make a fresh comparison, but it was fun testing her reaction.
"Forget it. You let that happen and now you have to live with the consequences."
But I told her that I had other plans. Flipping up her skirt, I couldn't believe she wasn't able to feel her panties stuck to her pussy with this guy's sperm. Not wanting her to know what happened, I was planning on making sure she didn't make the discovery. With her lying on her back, I told her I wanted to jack off on her body. She gave me a kinky look and said, "Go for it!"
Moving between her legs, I told her to open her blouse and show me her tits as I began to jack off. It was then that I realized, as I looked down at my formerly innocent and faithful wife, that a black stranger had been able to receive a blowjob, feel her breasts, place his penis into, stretch and fuck deep into my wife and dump his huge hot load into her while never having gone through the ritual of getting acquainted, making conversation, holding hands, looking into her eyes, kissing, etc.
As I stared at her body, we began to chat about what had just happened. And as I massaged my cock, I told her how hot it was seeing her fuck that big cock. I still avoided saying that big black cock. And in reply she proceeded to tell me it was the hottest sex she had ever had. She quickly tried to correct what she said by telling me that I was the best, but I knew she was lying.
I felt a twinge of jealousy as I realized some strange black cock had taken her to new heights. I knew it had happened but hearing her say it hit home! I jacked while my body jerked and my heart pounded. Oh how I wanted to tell her that she had been filled with his black man cum and it was still in her, but I didn’t dare.
But my cock was harder than ever, and in less than one minute I was cumming. Taking careful aim and as she watched, I sprayed my runny load all over her panty crotch, eliminating any chance of her realizing her pussy was leaking sperm. Not allowing her to remove her panties, I rubbed my cum into her panties and insisted that she wear them the remainder of the night.
Moments later, we were under the covers and I snuggled up behind her. Holding her in my arms, she quickly drifted off to sleep. Gradually, I let my hand slide down until I had it placed over her tight belly.
As she slept I rubbed her abdomen, wondering if there was an egg in her womb, surrounded by sperm, wondering if she was already pregnant. And it was at that moment I confirmed what I had been thinking earlier in the booth. As much as I tried to tell myself it was only the heat of the moment, I couldn't. I realized that I was intimately caressing her firm tummy in such a way that made me accept the fact that If she was pregnant, that I would welcome this unknown man's baby!
But would she? Everyone would know, all our friends, relatives. How could we ever explain that? 'By accident I let a black guy fuck my wife in a video booth?'
Shit, I could never tell the truth.
We fucked the next morning before we checked out of the motel. I say fucked, not ‘made love’ because as I slipped into her loose-feeling pussy, (it tightened up over time) I wanted to talk about how she had lost control and seemed to love having that huge prick the night before. But she was sobered up now and too embarrassed to tell me her true feelings.
I never once said 'black cock,' nor did she. We just used phrases like 'big cock,' I guess neither of us wanted to admit the truth.
As a matter of fact, so she claimed, being ashamed of what she had done kept her from cumming with me, but it might really have been because my cock suffered in comparison so soon after her having had him.
When she missed her period on that date in September, I had to tell her what happened. But I lied to her, telling her that I wasn't aware of his rubber coming off until it was all over. I explained that I didn't want to tell her, hoping and praying that his sperm didn't impregnate her.
She got mad, accusing me of allowing another man to cum in her, and for the first time she said 'black.' 'How could we ever explain that,' she said to me in anger, but not really raising her voice?
Thank God, just a two days later, her period came. Honestly, we weren't ready for a baby, but the thrill was incomparable!
I still have that fantasy of getting her to try some ugly guy, a guy with a big cock but otherwise is no threat to me. He could even be one of those homeless vagrants, someone who could only dream of having a woman so beautiful. Maybe someday. Will he be black? I'll probably ask her in advance, let her decide.
Would her desire for a big cock be so strong that she would willingly fuck an ugly guy just to get one?
Plus there's this thing. Whoever she fucks, I want him to be able to take 'possession.'
A minute hadn't passed before Jenna let out a light scream and yanked me away from between her legs, covering her pussy with her hands. Looking up at her I could see a look of shock in her eyes as she stared at the wall. Turning I saw what had frozen her. Through the hole was poking a huge and I do mean huge cock. And it was black.
I could tell that it was uncut but for now the skin was pulled back. It was a good 9 or 10 inches long, as thick as Jenna's wrist, and was cut to look like the perfect dick.
Written by Anonymous / Dec 5, 2007 and lengthened, enhanced and posted by EroticWriter
Had this stored for years in my computer. It was titled Reluctant Booth Wife but I felt using Glory Hole instead of Booth would catch more eyes. Pretty hot and comes close to a couple of adventures I had in video booths.
Most of the items for sale in the store, I added, for instance. Because I was in a rush earlier, I also forgot to add the tags at the bottom like BBC, interracial and reluctant wife, etc. Too late now to add them.
AFTER I posted this, right after, I decided to add black to the story. That I could change within the story. Helps that photo match up too. The original writer, like I often do, added an additional story within the story about his wife being with a different man. I greatly elaborated on that one. I also added several lines to the end. Enjoy. EroticWriter
Reluctant Glory Hole Wife
Not in a million years would I have ever dreamed I would be sitting at a keyboard and typing this account of what happened only a few short months ago. I had thought about putting this into words several months from now, but decided I needed to do this now, not only because the memory is fresher, but also due to the fact that I will soon be pre-occupied with a situation you will soon read about.
I don't quite know where to start, and I don't want to bore you will meaningless historical details of my marriage so I'll try to hit the high points and go straight to the "meat".
My wife and I don’t have either a hippie or a yuppie lifestyle. Both of us received college degrees, landed professional jobs, became involved in several organizations, moved into a new house in the suburbs, had 2 kids, and have a mini-van and car in the garage. It was, and still is a great life, but over the years, as in most marriages, our sex life sort of dropped off the deep end - our sex drive seemed to all but disappear.
Over the past year, we'd tried the usual stuff you read in the various magazines, "toys" of which my wife was uncomfortable with, hard R tape rentals and having sex in new and different places. All of these had some limited success, but not what we expected.
The only thing that we did discover that worked was discussing our fantasies while making love. At first my wife was really uncomfortable with telling me her deepest fantasies because she felt they were "wrong". But with time she opened up to me and revealed to me that since she'd never been with another man, it was her biggest fantasy to have sex with another guy, especially a stranger.
Well!!! As she told me this, my cock jumped to life like it had been injected with steroids! She had hit on a subject that I too found to be incredibly exciting, and that was of my wanting to watch her have sex with another man!
For several months, we explored this fantasy while having sex and it never failed to get both of us off. However, when I brought up the subject of us actually fulfilling this, she immediately told me she could never ever go that far. I tried to convince her I wouldn't be jealous or the like, but she seemed to be obstinate on keeping this a fantasy.
That takes us up to a few months ago. Both of us took a Thursday and Friday off, left our 4 and 6 yr. old with the grandparents, and left on a trip to Dallas for an extended weekend getaway. We left home early Thursday morning (from Oklahoma City), but we began to have problems just when we crossed the state line in Texas.
We limped into Wichita Falls, found the nearest dealership, which serviced the car, and learned that the fuel pump was going out and that it would be well after 5:00 before it would be repaired. So, we decided to stay there for the night and head to Dallas the next morning.
We checked into the Holiday Inn, and when we got our car repaired we spent the remainder of the evening checking out the town. I'd driven through the ‘Falls’ several times but never stopped, so we finally found a good place to eat, and then stopped at a bar in the downtown area for a few drinks. They had a live band that night, and Jenna seemed to really take to their music. We stayed there for almost 2 hours, during which time she consumed several drinks. I would have done the same, but someone has to drive!
On the way back to the motel I got completely lost, and like most men I told myself if I drove around enough I would find it. At any rate, I ended up on a service road that goes to the base and I knew I was at least close to the freeway. Meanwhile, Jenna was quite loose from her drinks and feeling, well... let's just say a bit frisky. She was wearing her usual "conservative" dress, but was making it a point to reveal her legs to me, which I immediately began to rub with my free hand.
"Mmmm... I'm really in a mood for hot fuck tonight!" she said in a mixed sexy and ***** voice.
I smiled at her and told her maybe we could find a guy to join us in bed, and to my surprise she replied, "Hmm.... maybe! You never know!"
Locating a side road that headed back to the freeway, I was preparing to turn when I noticed an adult bookstore on the east side of the road. I've admittedly been in my share and knew what they were like, but I knew Jenna had never stepped foot in one.
Now to be honest, I wanted to see her reaction upon being presented with a visual display of porn videos, and more so, the inevitable display of dildos, etc. that I knew this store, like all, would have on display. Also, for sure there would be the usual batch of men alone, who, if a female happens to enter such store, begin to discretely gather nearby.
I wanted to watch those men watching her.
Pointing to the store I asked her if she was up to a new experience. She stared at the dimly lit store for a few moments and I could see the curiosity in her eyes, but also the apprehension.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. You've never been in one. It'll be a new experience. We’re far from home so there’s no chance of your being recognized."
She gave me that look, and I sheepishly admitted to her that I'd frequented a "few" before, and with a drunken smile she replied, "Sure, I'm game".
Moments later we were parked in the gravel lot and walked inside. There wasn't much on the inside, less than I had expected, a scant selection of magazines, a dildo section and a moderate selection of videos. But to Jenna it was all new to her and she wanted to look at every rack, including some curious and long glances at the dildos that were being displayed in almost every size and shape.
As she did so I found it exciting to give her some space. As I did, I couldn't keep from noticing the other guys milling about, catching glimpses of this conservative and lovely looking wife in a bookstore and how she was checking out the fake cocks!
Those guys had been in other parts of the store, five or six, and now they were sort of gathering behind her. Fortunately, she was *******.
As I had fantasized in advance, it was all going down as I had hoped. I knew they were watching my wife looking at those cocks, and they were probably wondering how I compared.
My heart leaped clear up to my throat when she actually picked one up and 'felt' all around it. I noticed several guys behind her grinning, and one winked at me. She had not picked up one of the huge ones, fortunately, but more realistically, one that a wife married to a man with an average cock might be checking out.
A little larger than average, and likely larger than her husband. In this case, me.
It was white, about seven and a half long in front of the attached fake balls, and obviously a dildo a wife who has only experienced 'average' might be curious about.
I was thinking, 'not too bad, those men might think she is trying to match one up sized like her husband.'
That was blown when she sat it down and picked up the next one. It was very realistic in it's appearance, even had a foreskin, and was more like nine to ten inches long in front of the balls. And thick. Very.
Jenna spent maybe ten more seconds getting a feel of this one then she had the first. Again that one guy gave me a wink, or perhaps it was a smirk. Right there I think I had been cuckolded. By a dildo.
I noticed Jenna checked out the price tag before setting it down. I could see the price: 'Reduced to $80.' Eighty bucks, I thought? Fuck they've gone up. I have to admit though, it really looked close to real.
She glanced over at me and I mouthed the words 'want it?' She looked embarrassed, looked around, saw the men behind her and quickly, her face red, shook her head 'no.'
I think, had those men not been there, she might have said 'yes.'
Fortunately, a few men moved away upon her seeing them or I think she might have asked to leave. Then she moved on, over to some videos on display, glancing at the covers, all of them featuring a shot of a huge cock stretching a pussy.
Again I had to wonder: 'Are those photos giving her maybe...thoughts? Is she now thinking that there are a lot of big peckers out there, and all of them larger than her chosen married?
After seeing everything to offer, she pointed to the peep booth area and asked me what it was. I winked at her, asked the man behind the counter, who looked like he had been expecting it, for ten dollars’ worth of tokens, and led Jenna into the darkened booth area.
Most of the front booths were occupied or broken, so we headed to the back row of booths. There were several guys milling about, more so then in the front of the store. They were eyeing my sweet wife, and I LOVED it!
I knew from experience though I had never myself gotten involved. Those guys milling apart might be hoping for a woman to show, but more likely they might end up reaching through a glory hole and jacking some guy off, and vice-versa. It was likely those men, the ones who reach through, are not totally gay, but more like bi-sexual or maybe straight but curious. Like me.
They aren't gay, but getting to see and feel a cock that might be like one they had always wished they had is a thrill, and doing it through a hole in the wall allows one to be anonymous. Most probably just get feels, but some go further and getting down, place their mouths at the hole.
A few might pull their pants down, turn around and bend over. Again, I think most of the guys that do this are not completely gay, not even bi-sexual, just curious. Some might even watch for a cock that is smaller than theirs, so they can expose theirs and be the bigger of the two.
And then there of course is the more rare time when there is a woman in the next booth.
Finding an empty booth we entered, locked the door and sat down side by side on the narrow bench seat. After inserting one and making sure it worked, I fed the video box several tokens as the video flickered to life. Jenna's eyes soon became as big as quarters as she quickly realized what the booths were for. And she didn't waste any time in scanning the channels.
She finally stopped on a video where a buxom brunette was being serviced by what had to be a 10 or 11 inch cock. I took note that the woman resembled Jenna. The more she watched, the more excitement I could see building in her eyes.
From checking out an overly large dildo to watching on screen, I knew now where my wife's fantasies might lie. And I took that opportunity to take liberties with her body! At first she resisted, saying 'there's men out there,' but when I convinced her the door was locked and we were safe, she reluctantly gave in.
Then I asked her. "Does seeing that big cock in action turn you on?"
She hesitated, perhaps unwilling to admit it.
"Well, does it?"
"Yes. But only because it's happening to her, on screen, like a fantasy."
I giggled. "Like your fantasies?"
She sighed. "I like yours honey."
That was my chance to throw out a previously discussed fantasy. "And if I was bigger?"
"Silly man! Either way we'd still be married."
I have to admit, that was a good comeback.
Her not being able to admit to maybe wanting to try a big cock, I decided to go for satisfying my own cock. I knew there were a lot of men outside our booth, and we were already in an out of town motel. What better? Pick a guy and go for it was my thinking.
Lifting up her skirt, I placed my hand on her pantyhose/panty-clad crotch, and I could already feel her damp heat. My cock jumped a little as I realized that Jenna was indeed getting hot in this environment. As I rubbed her, my fingers discovered a small hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, and I took advantage of it immediately.
Poking my fingers inside it, I quickly ripped open her hose to expose the wet cotton panel of her white panties. She let out a deep moan as my fingers dipped under the elastic of her panties and touched her pussy. Her clit was standing erect, and as she continued to stare at the flick I began to finger her pussy until she was all but squirming in the seat.
After a few minutes of this I could feel my cock throbbing in pain, just begging for release. As quickly as I could I unzipped my pants, pulled down my briefs and my cock sprung straight up in the air. Seeing my condition, she gave me a "naughty" look before she took my cock in her grasp and began to jack me off.
I sat there for a few moments enjoying her soft warm hand, looking at her total infatuation with seeing her first full XXX movie. After only a few minutes, I was well primed and ready to fuck!
Fuck in a video booth. Hard to do, but possible.
Time to add more tokens.
"Oh Baby... can you bend over in the seat? I've just got to fuck you!" I groaned.
"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a blow job. My diaphragm is at the motel, and this is my fertile week. But... I know I can get you off with this".
With that, she stuck her index finger in her mouth and with a flirtatious, seductive look she ran her full red lips up and down her finger.
"Ohhh shit, you're driving me nuts!!!"
She gave me a dirty smile as I stood beside her, and taking my hard cock between her lips, she continued to take in as much of the flick as she could while she worked my cock in and out of her mouth. As said, the surroundings already had me close to cumming so it didn't take much of her sucking and pumping before I was going off like a rocket.
Holding the head of my cock tight between her lips she collected every drop of my cum. Then turning away, she spat it out onto the floor. That always irritated me, but she said the taste of my cum almost gags her! Sitting back down beside her, my spent cock was still jerking with post-ejaculatory spasms. I wanted to rest a few minutes but Jenna had other plans. "It's my turn now!"
Spreading her legs apart, I knew what she wanted. She flashed a very wicked smile as I moved between her legs and squatted on the dirty floor.
Yeah, squatted. No way would I put my knees on that floor. With both hands she pulled my head towards her cunt, and holding her panty crotch aside I began to eat her pussy.
Quickly aroused, she began to lightly moan, and making a hissing noise through her teeth, her hands were raking the sides of my head, pulling me in tighter to her cunt. I never use that C word to her face, but I feel free using it here.
I pulled my mouth away for a moment. "What's happening on screen" I asked her, wanting to be sure she was still looking.
"He's fucking her doggy style now," Jenna answered, and when I looked up at her face I could see that her eyes were wide and her lips were wet..
"That's what you need baby. A big cock fucking you doggy!" Little did I know how prophetic that would be.
"Get back to taking care of me you fool!"
It was at this point she lifted her right leg to place it on the wall in front of her. I can only guess she was trying to give me a better shot at her cunt. But whatever it was that she did, the sound of something falling filled the booth. Looking at the side wall, apparently she had hit a thin piece of plywood that had been attached to the booth wall, and it had fallen down.
Glancing to where it had been attached, I immediately knew what it was. It was a "glory-hole", and quite a large one at that - about 10" in diameter or so. Whatever the reason, the owner had obviously attempted to block it off and it didn't work. Probably, because of checks by the authorities, the owner had made a token effort to block the hole, but not a real attempt to do so. He knew where the money comes from, and a lot of it is the action inside the booths, which keeps the tokens dropping into the slot.
Since the hole was cut with smooth edges and in pretty straight lines, no way had that hole been made by customers standing in the booth using a pen knife.
What caught my attention next was the light from the TV screen in the other booth; it too was occupied.
Jenna on the other hand didn't have a clue as to what this was. In fact, she really didn't think anything about it as she wasn't able to see that the hole opened into the next booth. Instead, she pulled my head back between her legs wanting me to continue. Well, the thought that I'd be giving the guy in the next booth a show made me follow her lead. Dipping my tongue back into her wet pussy, I once again began to lick away.
A minute hadn't passed before Jenna let out a light scream and yanked me away from between her legs, covering her pussy with her hands. Looking up at her I could see a look of shock in her eyes as she stared at the wall. Turning I saw what had frozen her. Through the hole was poking a huge and I do mean huge cock. And it was black.
I could tell that it was uncut but for now the skin was pulled back. It was a good 9 or 10 inches long, as thick as Jenna's wrist, and was cut to look like the perfect dick.
I say perfect because it looked to me like it had been designed specifically for pleasuring females. Besides curving slightly up and having a huge head with a ridge that would tug a set of lips in and inside out with every stroke it also had thick blood-filled veins like ridges all along the sides. To me it looked like some kind of giant ‘French’ tickler.
Although it was almost fully hard, it still drooped from its sheer size and weight. You could see the thick bulbous head, and a clear drop of pre-cum was slowly oozing out of its inch long piss-slit. For a few moments neither of us spoke.
It's black! I was torn. Leave the booth or wait and see how she reacts? We had joked and fantasized about her taking a big one, but never any mention of black.
My eyes soon turned back to my wife, and in her eyes I saw something. That initial look of shock had gone and was replaced with a look of total fascination. And what she did next sent ice-cold shivers through my whole body. Her right hand slowly came up from her crotch, and in what seemed like slow motion, she reached for this huge cock. Her eyes darted at me a few times to check my reaction, and I'm sure she didn't see any objection from me.
Closer and closer... then she touched it. Encircling her small hand around his shaft, her fingers unable to come together and touch, she began to gently caress his cock. Then she grasped the shaft, and finding that he had a lot of foreskin, unlike my circumcised cock, she began to run the skin back and forth, going up over the head and back again.
Her mouth opened wide as she saw and felt how his foreskin was able to freely move back and forth, and making him easier to stroke.
So this guy not only was providing her with the perfect cock to fill her pussy, but one she could enjoy stroking with her hand as well. As I watched, she stroked, giggled, and stroked some more.
She also began feeling his head while keeping the skin back. I could see that his huge shiny knob had her fascinated, to say the least.
She seemed to intimately study it's every detail as she stroked it back and forth, running her slender fingers over every ridge and vein, sliding them back and forth over the fat head. His enormous cock seemed to pulse from the mere touch of Jenna's fingers.
The video on screen totally forgotten, not once did she remove her eyes from this stranger's penis as she grasped it in her hand, feeling it throb from her gentle massaging. It was so easy to see that her repressed sexual desire was slowly taking over, as this strange manhood seemed to gradually melt away her virtues.
She looked at me, eyes wide: "Look at his pee hole honey, how big it is."
I told her what I had been thinking. "Needs it to let all that cum shoot out to where it needs to go."
Silly answer maybe, but it made her giggle.
But his cock wasn't the only thing that had her undivided attention. Underneath it hung a set of balls that were the size of eggs! And the large glory-hole made it easy for Jenna to take each of them into her hands.
So as not to scare the owner, she gently ran a finger along the sides of his balls at first, letting him know she planned to be gentle. I saw his body shove forward in an attempt to get closer to her side of the wall.
Pulling his scrotum into our side of the booth, she gently squeezed his huge balls, kneading them, feeling their weight in her hand.
All of the sudden her curiosity seemed satisfied and a sense or gratification took over. Her left quickly joined her right, and with a wild, intense look on her face, she began to jack this stranger off! Stroke by stroke, she pulled on his cock, sliding her beautiful hands down its full length.
Ever so slowly I began to notice that with each stroke, she inched her head closer to the tip of his cock. I knew what she was thinking. She may have wanted to resist it, but I knew she wanted to slip her lips around his cock.
She turned to me. "Is it O.K?"
I wasn't 100 percent sure what she was asking, but I was thinking 'blowjob.'
"Go ahead baby."
And no sooner than did that answer leave my lips than did she close the distance. I watched in awe as she slipped the end of his cock into her mouth, let it slide past her lips, and sink into her warmth. I thought that was as much as she would want to handle, just that thick head.
My wife surprised me. In a matter of seconds she was taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could, sliding it deep into the back of her throat a few times only to pull it out and slide her tongue down its length.
Not only did I hear this stranger moaning, but Jenna was moaning as well. Of course because of how thick and long it was she couldn't take much more than one-third of his cock into her mouth, but she seemed to delight in pulling it and sucking on the tip of his cock.
The thought struck me. "Stick your tongue in that cum hole and see how far it goes."
She took her mouth off just long enough to answer. "Already did. Feels like half my tongue fits in."
Just then I saw his long fingered hand come partway through the hole and he used it to feel around her face. He felt her nose, eyes and went down to her chin and then he felt around her earlobes, touching her earrings.
I knew what he was doing: Making sure it was her mouth on his dick and not mine. Then his hand disappeared and his hips thrust forward as he offered all the cock he could push through the hole.
I wanted him to hear so I spoke kind of loud. “Run your tongue all around his head. That’s right baby, I could tell by his moan that he likes that. Do it baby, get all over him with that talented tongue!”
Sitting beside her, watching this sight unfold, my hand slipped back between her legs to work on her pussy some more. But she was already there with her right hand, frantically rubbing her clit! Sensing my hand was there to take over, she quickly grasped his cock with both hands again as I plunged my finger into her pussy.
As I slipped my finger inside her, I honestly thought she had lost control of her bladder. She was so fucking wet; her juices were almost to the point of running out of her cunt. I don't think I'd ever felt her that wet before!! Feeling her pussy literally flooded with her natural lubrication, being SO wet, and seeing how intensely she was sucking his cock; all the signs were giving her away. I knew that deep down she wanted to be fucked by this cock.
It was then that his right hand again came through the hole alongside his cock. He was reaching and Jenna, bless her heart, knew what he wanted. As I reached around her and pulled her bra up and off her breasts, she moved her upper body closer so he could get a feel.
By bending down so that he could get enough of his hand and arm through the hold to reach her, his cock was pulling back and away from Jenna to some degree, but he still had enough length to keep her hands and mouth full.
As she excitedly explored his dripping prick, he explored her breasts, missing not an inch of C cup as he cupped each in turn and twirled her nipples between his fingers. Sometimes her nipples get so hard that they are too sensitive for me to touch, but she was allowing him his feels!
And as if this stranger was sensing her mood as well, he suddenly withdrew his wet cock from the hole and Jenna's grasp. I swear she had the look on her face of that of a kid who had just had her candy stolen. But seconds later it reappeared; this time clad in a clear, thin condom.
The condom did nothing to hide the actual color of that beautiful cock.
Jenna stared at his protected cock for a few seconds before she gingerly reached out for it and grasped it in her hands. As she ran her fingers down the slick rubber I think it became clear to her as to what he wanted her to do. But Jenna wanted to check out a rubber and how it works on an uncut cock, something she had never seen before.
I watched as she gave him a long stroke, taking in how the rubber folded up under his foreskin as she moved it forward, then magically was still in place as she ran the foreskin back. Regardless of what she was thinking, I broke the silence and said, "Babe, I think he wants to fuck you! Look at how he’s made it ready."
"Nooo... I... I can't" she stammered. Even in the darkened booth I could see her face turning red.
Thrusting a finger into her sloppy wet pussy I replied, "Uh-huh, but your cunt is giving you away..." I had used the C word, and it seemed to arouse her further. "You know you want that huge cock inside you... filling you up like you've never been filled before!"
I continued by adding, "If we were in our hometown no way would I let it happen. He can’t see your face and he’ll never know who you were, so there is no reason to be embarrassed or to fear any consequences. Just think about how good that huge, hot cock will feel deep inside your pussy!"
I avoided using the word 'black' in my sentence because I was still unsure about planting the thought of black cocks in her future thinking. I just wanted this to be a big cock adventure and not specifically a big black cock episode.
Or maybe I did. Deep down I think I wanted her to take a big, black cock, as it might satisfy one of the fantasies I had long held about her.
She didn't reply, verbally that is, but her eyes were filled with lust. Grabbing her arm, I made her stand to her feet. "Nooo.... I can't do this." she moaned in desperation. She looked at me with eyes that were filled with lust, but at the same time eyes begging for me to stop. She put up a feeble struggle as I lifted her skirt up over her waist. "Nooo... I can't do this..." she moaned.
I reached out and gave his cock a quick squeeze to let him know it was still a candidate. Also, truthfully, I wanted a feel.
She was protesting maybe a little mentally but her body was all for it. I can say that with conviction because she didn't resist at all when I turned her ass toward the glory-hole and had her bend over.
"Spread your legs a little." I placed her hands on my knees allowing her to support herself in this position.
Not giving her time to think about it, I quickly pushed her back against the wall so that her legs were straddling the hole. And as she moved into position I grasped the huge cock and pressed it up against her wet panty crotch. She tried to hold back a deep moan, but she couldn't. Pulling her panties aside with my other hand, I then pressed his hot cock up between her pink pussy lips.
She inhaled deeply like it was feeling good as she felt his hot, hard cock touch her cunt and then after perhaps five seconds whispered a “No” and moved forward slightly to get away, but that was all I needed from her.
She was standing away from the wall and in order for him to make full penetration at some point she needed to be hard up against the wall.
Not wasting time, I reached through the hole and gently pushed back on his body a few inches so that I could get my wife closer to the wall.
That having been done I then gently pushed my wife back until the top of her ass cheeks flattened against the wall. Now he would be able to do a penetration, and hopefully all the way. I reached under between her legs so that I could once again grab his cock to aim it.
"Ummmmmmm...... Noooo... PLEASE! No!"
My wife was saying 'No.' but that was pretty unconvincing since she remained bent over, with her high heels two feet apart.
I was still avoiding saying the color of that beautiful prick.
Inside her I knew there was a battle going on between her strict morals and her pure sexual lust. But I knew what the outcome of that battle would be. Holding his cock next to her I whispered, "Ohhh Baby! Feel that huge cock next to your cunt... Do it!! This one time in your life. Take it inside you!!"
That was all it took. I could feel her whole body shudder and I could sense her caving in to her primal craving. Using my index finger, I pushed the end of his cock into her cunt and this stranger did the rest. He pushed forward, and inch by inch as I pushed back against her, making sure she was holding her body in place, I felt his cock slip up into her pussy!
"Oooooh fuck honey! What are you doing to me?"
I was feeling all around her lips with one hand and I could tell by the feel that he was stretching her lips incredibly tight! As he slid ever deeper inside her, I all but had to hold Jenna up as she became "one" with him, emitting a deep guttural groan as he entered her, and after six inches going past the furthest point I had ever reached inside her.
From that point, nothing was slow. From the other side of the wall, this stranger took to fucking my wife like a pit-bull. It would have been nice if he could have been grabbing her ass, but with all that cock, he was still more than doing the job. As for Jenna, her eyes never opened. They were tightly clenched as she moaned "Yesss..." with every stroke he made.
I was feeling around with my hand, and after perhaps the first five strokes I felt his pubic mound bottoming out against my wife’s vagina. He was getting it all the way in, or at least as far as he could go while standing against a wall! Good thing the wall was thin and not double walled or he would have been losing a couple of inches of penetration and still probably a good thing for my little wife.
Thankfully the bottom edge of that hole was low or he might not have been able to reach my wife as she stood with her legs apart. This had the effect of having her be even lower and I was wondering how tall he is, because in order to be down at her level he had to be keeping his legs wide apart. Unless he is a midget.
I knew from the feel that his cock was pointed down somewhat, but fortunately able to make full penetration. 'What would this be like on a bed,' I was thinking?
In less than half a minute my beautiful wife was entirely lost in the act, not aware of anything but the fucking she was getting. Her fingernails were clenching deep into my thighs as she did her best to push her ass against the dirty wall. Reaching into the front of her blouse, I had the surprise of my life.
Maybe it was only the moment, but I swear I'd never felt my wife's nipples so hard and erect! They were literally so hard and so sensitive I knew she didn't want me playing with them so I left them alone. But that didn't stop me from reaching back between her legs to rub her clit. The instant I touched her clit, her head reared back and she said the words ‘fuck that’s good’ and then let out a deep moan.
I was feeling sort of left out, and wanting to be part of the action I decided to help her get off by massaging her clit. And as I did so, I couldn't resist the temptation to move my finger back and feel the thick cock that was pumping my wife.
On the next stroke, I let my middle finger wander back. And as he took his next stroke, my fingertip rubbed along the underside of his cock. I heard him moan "Yessss" as I did so, making it obvious he liked the added sensation. It dawned on me that since he is not easily able to get all of his cock inside Jenna's pussy, I assumed he might like a bit of added stimulation, especially at the base of his cock.
Reaching back close to the wall I let my fingers, lubricated with Jenna's pussy juices, ride across the base of his cock as he stroked. Once more he moaned in gratitude, and I responded by wrapping my thumb and index finger around the base of his cock and squeezing him tight. My finger, like Jenna's, could not touch at the tips. Shit he's thick! It never dawned on me what would be the result of my doing this.
As he withdrew on his next stroke, I felt the rim of his condom catch in my grasp. And before I could release my grip, his condom had slid half way down his cock. You would think that as he pushed inside her the next time, it would have slipped back down his cock, but that was not the case.
He didn't miss a thrust, and with the next several strokes, I did my best to try and slide it back down his cock. But the more I tried, the more it seemed to work its way closer to the head of his cock. He wasn't trying to aid me, more the opposite. Then in an instant it slid completely off his cock, was poked up into her cunt for a stroke or two, then I felt his wet, wadded up condom drop into my cupped hand.
They were, just like that, going at it skin-to-skin!
Black skin rubbing up against white skin, no, make that pink skin, and from my perspective it was looking really hot!
Jenna had no clue as to what had happened. I was certainly aware of it, and so was the stranger. As he felt his cock, now unsheathed, slide up into Jenna's pussy, he moaned so loud that the entire peep booth area had to know something was up.
I had every reason in the world to stop everything right then and there and put the rubber back on this guy before continuing. But for some reason I didn't. Instead, I simply sat there holding his discarded rubber and stared at the sight in front of me. If there was any chance of catching a disease, it was too late now.
But I wasn’t all the much worried about disease. It was that my wife was not wearing her diaphragm. So now I really had to worry about my wife learning that I would be allowing this man to shoot his load deep into her unprotected and married pussy!
Only then did it hit me as to what I was really watching. I was witnessing my wife of 14 years, performing a filthy sexual act that I would have never dreamed of her doing, not even in my wildest of dreams. She was faithful to me through to our wedding night, and during all the years of our marriage, I know she had never strayed. She was the "textbook" wife and mother, with spotless morals.
But she had her weakness, drinking. She didn’t do it often, and only with me, but it had the effect of lowering her inhibitions.
My wife's only other 'adventure,' my doing.
I had planned to watch one night, without her knowledge as a guy I had ‘dared’ to try had come on to her. I had noticed that she had glanced at him more than once. He was from out of town, a friend of a friend so I felt safe about it. It was at a party and she had been drinking and I figured she was loosened up. Also he was handsome and a little younger.
He had promised to not breathe a word to anyone. I got that out of him first. I then told him that if he could get her started, then I would later happen to notice him, make introductions, spend a little time and then ask her if she would like to invite him home.
"I can fuck your wife? Fuck, that'd be a dream cum true," he had responded.
To make it all the more exciting for him, and me, I took it further. "She never been laid by anyone but me, far as I know she's never even been felt up by another guy."
"Wow! Far out. I'll give it a try man."
He was kind of a hippy type.
I had wanted to watch from a distance and unknown to Jenna, but some friends had distracted me at one point and that's when it happened. He had caught her alone, in the kitchen. I had told him in advance that the way to turn my wife on was to touch her neck at first, then gently try to kiss her before going further. It almost worked.
But she had turned him down, flat, but not before he had managed to get his lips over hers and some brief tongue action (he told me later) and as she had pulled her mouth away he had managed a quick feel of her breasts. I knew when he described her nipples as being as hard as rocks that he was not making anything up.
She had pulled away then, but he had said something like: "Come on baby, I love kissing you. Let's do a bit more before we quit."
Quit. I think, the safety of hearing that, encouraged her to go a bit further.
Then he had gone partially under her panties for a brief run of his finger up the entire length of her slit with a slight, maybe an inch deep penetration of the finger as it went past her hole before she had realized what was happening and stopped him by placing her hand over his.
But she allowed his finger to remain. He had gotten a feel of her entire slit, back to front, and his finger was working it's way back and down, slowly as they kissed, and yes, it was in again, and this time a bit deeper.
“Please,” he said she whispered. “You seem nice, but no.”
He kept trying. “But why baby? We’re both grown up adults and I can tell that you’re hot for me.”
“No…I’m married, and my husband is right out there in the other room.”
“But your pussy is giving your real thoughts away, I'm already inside you with some of my body, and there could be more to come…Here, feel my cock how hard you've made it."
She did, just for a few seconds, he told me. Wrapping her fingers around his bulge she squeezed it to test the thickness, but never ran her hand up and down to feel the length.
He was feeling her length though, almost as far inside as his finger could reach as he shoved up and in.
As he tried to kiss her again, and she consented, reluctantly, his finger was still there, and he managed to go in another inch or so before she began shaking. He told me that at that point he had his finger buried. Then she took her hand off his bulge and managed to pull his hand, and that finger, away.
Her pussy had felt quite wet he had told me, and I felt proud when he added a comment about how tight she was.
I had planned to introduce them, then after some conversation ask Jenna if she wanted to invite him home. But it didn't work out because she began feeling ill from the drinking and asked to go home early.
I didn't ask him how big, or maybe more important, how thick his cock was, so to this day I don't know what she had felt and maybe for a little while, considered trying.
Yet, because we were in a strange town perhaps, here she was, in a place I never imagined I'd ever get her to go into, her first adult bookstore, in the most perverted section of a bookstore, the peep show booths. And there in this small, filthy cubicle, my eyes were glued to the sight in front of me. It was all so uncharacteristic of my wife!
Not only fucking a strange cock, it was a big cock, and it was black!
I was thinking about it as I watched a long-time fantasy of mine taking place. Something had affected her, and apparently it was her having some drinks and then seeing that huge cock on screen and followed immediately by an equally large one right beside her for real and in the flesh, oh yeah, the flesh!!
The big one on screen had been white, but I guess that was still enough to get her aroused.
My fantasy for the most part over the years had been getting to watch my wife taking a strange big cock while on her back. In my fantasy the man on her was not attractive, maybe even ugly. Someone who would not be a threat to my marriage.
I at one point even found myself looking at homeless men, looking so dirty and scruffy in the downtown area, and visualizing one of them on my wife.
She of course, would be shocked at my suggesting her fucking a vagrant. But I would have checked him out in advance to ensure size. He would be unwashed, maybe even smelly. But somehow he would manage, with my help, to get her to try his huge cock once she had seen it.
She would be reluctant about it at first but eventually as the pleasure intensified, she would finally start ‘giving in’ and over time, as she began having her first multi-orgasms, she would be craving the kisses of the man over her.
Yes, kisses, from a man she was not attracted too, an unbathed man with bad breath and maybe black teeth whom she almost found to be repulsive, but his cock, and the pleasure it generated within her, would overcome all her resistance. After that, he would totally own her for the few remaining hours of that night. She might even allow me to take pictures.
Then just before sunrise I would take him back downtown and drop him off after slipping him a twenty.
That's the way I feel when I watch those videos of a stranger, supposedly, fucking a man's wife. Be the stranger white or black, I am never satisfied watching that video until the wife gives in all the way and kisses the man while wrapping everything she has around him. By that, I obviously mean while they are in the Missionary male on top position.
This must be happening while her husband is watching. In the Missionary position, that is the point of most contact between the man and woman. Their bodies are in contact from the top of the heads to the tip of the toes in some cases. And in between, deep penetration.
The wife must be giving in to his kisses, craving them actually while she thrusts her hips at him to match his strokes.
If that doesn't happen, the man never completely got to fuck, and possess the wife, far as I'm concerned.
This activity of course, did not live up to that fantasy but in many ways was even better. My wife was taking a strange cock, a huge black cock and from a faceless stranger.
Who would have thought? She might also have been doing this because there was no danger of an involvement, an affair like she might have been involved in had she chosen to take a lover to see what it is like to fuck another man.
I couldn't believe this was the same woman I'd married! I couldn't believe I was seeing my wife bent over, pressing her full ass and thighs up against a wall covered with the dried cum of countless men. I felt like I had a 120 degree fever as I listened to her panting aloud, her face contorted in erotic ecstasy as through this glory-hole, she was totally lost in the sensation of having her pussy serviced by a huge cock that belonged to a nameless, faceless man.
It would be really funny if he turned out to be really ugly and she found out. I was already thinking of bringing this act along with us and back to the motel.
The best term I can think of is ‘surreal’ - watching her flatten her ass against the wall, doing her best to get his cock deeper inside her, seeing her try to keep her footing in the slippery goo in the floor.
And as I looked on, I made the stark realization as to why I didn't pause their copulating to put his condom back on. As hard as it was to admit it, I was incredibly turned on at the thought of her having her pussy soaked with a stranger’s cum, even over the risk of her being impregnated!
By a black man.
The simple fact was; if my wife was being fucked, she needed to be doing it bare-back and take his load in order to have truly been fucked. And the fact that this strange man had his bare cock inside my wife's unprotected pussy, and that she was in the most fertile part of her period, it only fueled my desire beyond imagination. As much as I tried to suppress it I couldn't.
In the heat of that instant, all logic and clear thought had vanished from my mind. I yanked HARD on my cock as it was so very clear what I wanted. I wanted this strange man to squirt his hot sperm deep inside my wife, even if it meant his impregnating her with his baby! That thought was suddenly interrupted by Jenna's heavy, loud moans. Only then did it dawn on me that I had been in sort of a trance, totally ******* of how much time had passed.
Sensing she was almost to orgasm, I quickly reached between her legs and began to massage her clit. All it took was a few seconds of rubbing her and she began to show all the signs of an oncoming, intense orgasm. But I could also sense by the hurried strokes of this stranger that he too was about to cum.
He was slamming up against her now and only the wall was keeping him from knocking her over. Somehow, even in her weakened condition, Jenna continued to press herself backward so that she could receive his maximum penetration.
I was doing my bit. Rubbing Jenna's clit faster and harder in time with his strokes was all it took. Jenna inhaled a deep breath, and the small booth echoed with, "YESSSSSSSSSS.... OHHHH YES!!!!!!!!"
There was no way possible she could contain her emotions and I am sure her lover as well as anyone standing around outside could hear her. My wife almost screamed as if she was in pain as she kept her ass securely welded to the wall, letting this cocksman send her to heights I know I'll never give her. I could hear his thighs slamming into the wall on the other side of the booth, my fingers feeling every inch of his cock literally stab into my wife's pussy as if he were trying to **** her with each stroke.
For an instant I told myself I couldn't allow him to ejaculate inside her. But no sooner did that thought come to mind, while Jenna was in the final throes of her of her orgasm, he delivered one final... almost brutal thrust. With that, I knew what was fixing to happen as I felt his veined cock sink up into the depths of my wife's vagina one last time, and hold motionless. I had a split second to think about grabbing my wife and yanking her off of him... But I didn't.
I knew now. He was planning on holding still and to allow my wife to feel every throb coming from his massive member. Was he hoping that she would feel his hot load spurting into her pussy and know that her husband had failed to protect her and she was now taking him bareback? Maybe that was his desire.
I wanted to feel him cumming so instead of pushing him away, I placed my fingers on the underside of his cock and felt the huge vein on its underside throb. And with that immense pulse, I knew it was too late to stop nature's course.
My wife felt that first pulse too, and the way his cock seemed to grow. “Oh shit,” she moaned.” He’s cumming and I can feel it!” Then she let out a long moan such as I had never heard before. She was cumming again, or maybe it was the same orgasm continuing, I didn’t know.
Over and over again through that vein, I felt this stranger's cock ejaculate his sperm inside my wife's pussy; no doubt flooding her 35 yr. old womanhood full of what I knew could result in a baby.
And as he continued to gush inside her, I found myself frantically rubbing her clit, extending her orgasm to mask any sensation she might feel of her being filled with his hot semen. I wouldn't have believed it possible that a guy could cum so much, but, he kept his cock planted deep and pumping spurt after spurt of his cum inside her.
Like most men, like me, he probably only had five to seven or eight shots of cum to pump into her, but his throbbing continued for what seemed like a solid 15 seconds.
All of the sudden it was over... quiet except for Jenna's heavy breathing. I felt Jenna's body relax, and at the same instant I felt a hot, sticky fluid covering my fingers as the stranger slowly withdrew his spent cock from my wife. I suddenly realized that if she pulled away from the wall and stood for even a few seconds, she would realize she had his sperm in her, and I certainly didn't want her to know that.
As his cock slipped out of her pussy, my hand was right there to "innocently" rub her pussy. She had no clue that I was doing my best to keep his sperm from dripping out of her cunt. Pulling her away from the wall, I directed her ass to my face and once more had her bend over, placing her hands on the bench.
A desperate man has to take desperate measures.
Moving my head up close, I licked her open pussy, and for the first time I tasted another man's cum. Black man's cum. But there was also a different smell! Of course there was the familiar smell of my wife's pussy, but it was almost overpowered by the distinct, musky scent of sperm! I continued to lick her pussy for a few moments, tasting and smelling their combined juices. But, I just had to see what was inside her - what it was I had been tasting.
Moving her ass around into the light from the video screen, I slowly opened her cunt lips. I happened to glance over at the glory hole and saw the man’s face at the hole. He was watching me and grinning, and I think he knew what I now had to do!
And he was getting a close up view not only of the white wife's cunt he had just enjoyed, but her husband slurping up his cum. I knew now, just for a few seconds, I wanted him to get a good look at the hole he had just enjoyed fucking.
As I spread her open for him to see as well as me, I was expecting to see a flood of sperm pour out of her. But there was only a small trickle; it drooled down between her labia to where thick drops of cum collected on her exposed clit, and trailing sticky rivulets behind them they slowly fell to the floor.
I cold see his face now, most of it, and he looked almost handsome. His eyes were wide and he was grinning as he watched me spreading Jenna's inner lips.
Opening her cunt even more, I discovered where the majority of his sperm was. Just a few inches inside her labia, there was a thick mass of sperm clinging to her pussy walls, and it wasn't about to drain back out of her. Appearing to be as thick as jelly, and creamy white, it seemed to be acting as a plug to hold every drop of this guy's semen inside her. I remembered thinking that if color, thickness and strong scent were any indication of potent sperm; it was already working on one of my wife's eggs.
As I stared at his thick sperm, only then did it really hit me that there was a strong possibility that in nine months I could be seeing these same pussy lips expand wide.... and see my wife deliver a baby! Would it be black, half and half, or what?
If that happened, her tight pussy would be tight no more, but I figured that it might already have been stretched to some degree.
Jenna never felt the sensation of his cum in her; I suppose his huge cock had stretched her out so much, her vagina was a bit numb. But then again, she really didn't stop to think about it either. For whatever reason, panic once again took hold of her. She turned her head, and with anxious eyes told me she wanted to leave.
I had been thinking of reaching in with my tongue and sucking that blob of cum out of her. Now it was too late. I kissed her cunt one last time, and careful placed her panty crotch back over her cunt. I glanced over but didn’t see the guy’s face at the hole. Standing back up, she straightened her skirt and buttoned her blouse, and then, after passing at least three guys in the video hallway that my wife pretended not to see while they grinned leeringly at her, we began to make a quick exit from the store.
I kept my eyes peeled for a black guy with a smile that I would recognize, but he was not to be found.
If he had been there, I might have used a finger to motion him to follow us and once outside, told my wife that he was ‘over there’ and would she like to invite him to the motel? But he was gone and no way would she have said ‘yes.’ She would have been very embarrassed and maybe ashamed had I done that.
Maybe. I say 'maybe' but it almost for sure would have been a 'no' since she had been so well fucked. And satisfied.
Back at the motel she wanted to shower, but I told her I didn't want her to. Instead, I directed her to the bed and had her lie down. She was quick to inform me that she was too sore to fuck me.
Excited at hearing that I said, "Too sore? His big cock made you sore?"
She looked kind of annoyed. "Of course it's from his big cock. What else?"
"But baby," I pleaded, "my cocks a lot smaller and it probably won't hurt." Actually I didn't plan to fuck her so soon after him and having her make a fresh comparison, but it was fun testing her reaction.
"Forget it. You let that happen and now you have to live with the consequences."
But I told her that I had other plans. Flipping up her skirt, I couldn't believe she wasn't able to feel her panties stuck to her pussy with this guy's sperm. Not wanting her to know what happened, I was planning on making sure she didn't make the discovery. With her lying on her back, I told her I wanted to jack off on her body. She gave me a kinky look and said, "Go for it!"
Moving between her legs, I told her to open her blouse and show me her tits as I began to jack off. It was then that I realized, as I looked down at my formerly innocent and faithful wife, that a black stranger had been able to receive a blowjob, feel her breasts, place his penis into, stretch and fuck deep into my wife and dump his huge hot load into her while never having gone through the ritual of getting acquainted, making conversation, holding hands, looking into her eyes, kissing, etc.
As I stared at her body, we began to chat about what had just happened. And as I massaged my cock, I told her how hot it was seeing her fuck that big cock. I still avoided saying that big black cock. And in reply she proceeded to tell me it was the hottest sex she had ever had. She quickly tried to correct what she said by telling me that I was the best, but I knew she was lying.
I felt a twinge of jealousy as I realized some strange black cock had taken her to new heights. I knew it had happened but hearing her say it hit home! I jacked while my body jerked and my heart pounded. Oh how I wanted to tell her that she had been filled with his black man cum and it was still in her, but I didn’t dare.
But my cock was harder than ever, and in less than one minute I was cumming. Taking careful aim and as she watched, I sprayed my runny load all over her panty crotch, eliminating any chance of her realizing her pussy was leaking sperm. Not allowing her to remove her panties, I rubbed my cum into her panties and insisted that she wear them the remainder of the night.
Moments later, we were under the covers and I snuggled up behind her. Holding her in my arms, she quickly drifted off to sleep. Gradually, I let my hand slide down until I had it placed over her tight belly.
As she slept I rubbed her abdomen, wondering if there was an egg in her womb, surrounded by sperm, wondering if she was already pregnant. And it was at that moment I confirmed what I had been thinking earlier in the booth. As much as I tried to tell myself it was only the heat of the moment, I couldn't. I realized that I was intimately caressing her firm tummy in such a way that made me accept the fact that If she was pregnant, that I would welcome this unknown man's baby!
But would she? Everyone would know, all our friends, relatives. How could we ever explain that? 'By accident I let a black guy fuck my wife in a video booth?'
Shit, I could never tell the truth.
We fucked the next morning before we checked out of the motel. I say fucked, not ‘made love’ because as I slipped into her loose-feeling pussy, (it tightened up over time) I wanted to talk about how she had lost control and seemed to love having that huge prick the night before. But she was sobered up now and too embarrassed to tell me her true feelings.
I never once said 'black cock,' nor did she. We just used phrases like 'big cock,' I guess neither of us wanted to admit the truth.
As a matter of fact, so she claimed, being ashamed of what she had done kept her from cumming with me, but it might really have been because my cock suffered in comparison so soon after her having had him.
When she missed her period on that date in September, I had to tell her what happened. But I lied to her, telling her that I wasn't aware of his rubber coming off until it was all over. I explained that I didn't want to tell her, hoping and praying that his sperm didn't impregnate her.
She got mad, accusing me of allowing another man to cum in her, and for the first time she said 'black.' 'How could we ever explain that,' she said to me in anger, but not really raising her voice?
Thank God, just a two days later, her period came. Honestly, we weren't ready for a baby, but the thrill was incomparable!
I still have that fantasy of getting her to try some ugly guy, a guy with a big cock but otherwise is no threat to me. He could even be one of those homeless vagrants, someone who could only dream of having a woman so beautiful. Maybe someday. Will he be black? I'll probably ask her in advance, let her decide.
Would her desire for a big cock be so strong that she would willingly fuck an ugly guy just to get one?
Plus there's this thing. Whoever she fucks, I want him to be able to take 'possession.'
