© Copyright 2001 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. This story is erotic fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in this story. All persons and events in this story are completely fictitious and ANY similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental.
A giant neon sign flashed "XXX Adult Super Store," but it was a small handwritten sign in the corner of the window that got Jill Scott's attention. "Gloryholes!," it read.
"What in the world is a gloryhole?" she asked her husband. There was a twinkle in her eye.
Jill felt great, almost giddy. She and her husband, Jack, were on vacation in the big city and away from all the cares of their small town, ordinary lives. This was the first time they had ever been on a romantic vacation just for the two of them.
Jack was the very popular pastor of the First Baptist Church in their little hometown and Jill was his beautiful, dutiful wife of nine years. They had married while in college. Both technically were virgins when they wedded, although Jill had given a hand-job to the quarterback of the high school football team in the backseat of his car on Prom Night while he fondled her wet pussy through her panties. For a long time after that night, Jill felt horribly guilty, not because she had done it, but because she had liked it! After all, it was sinful to do such things. Her shame and excitement strangely mixed together and confused her greatly.
She and Jack had settled into a fairly stimulating, but routine sex life. After their first child arrived, Jill worked very hard to get her body back into the shape that she had enjoyed in her younger days. She had been elected Homecoming Queen both in high school and college. She wore her lithe beauty proudly and she knew that a handsome, attractive family was very helpful to her husband's career in church ministry. She enjoyed making love to Jack very much, even thought they followed the same routine almost every time.
Now Jill and Jack were enjoying big city sights and sounds without being concerned that parishioners were watching their every move. Rev. and Mrs. Scott already had gone to a wonderful gourmet restaurant and even had shared a bottle of wine--something they rarely ever did at home for fear of discovery by a church member. The effects of the alcohol and the wonderful freedom of anonymity were stimulating and refreshing to both Jack and Jill. Jack had playfully run his hand under Jill's skirt during dinner. To her shock and delight, he had felt his way up her silky pantyhose-covered leg almost all the way to her tingling pussy. She later had returned the favor by dragging long fingernails along the inside of his thigh. That sensation had jerked Jack's cock to attention. They had giggled and laughed at their public mischief. Now while walking the dazzling streets of the city, both were happy and horny!
On the way back to their hotel, Jill noticed the adult bookstore and sex paraphernalia shop. Her first instinct was to walk away quickly, but her second notion was one of great curiosity.
"Jack, let's be really naughty and look inside that place." She pointed sheepishly toward the flashing "XXX" sign. "I've always wondered what they have in places like that."
"Jill! We can't go in there. It's a sinful, pornography place. Only sleazy perverted people go I places like that," answered Jack. Just as he spoke, a clean-cut businessman carrying a briefcase emerged from the adult store's opaque door followed by an ordinary looking, well dressed woman.
"He doesn't look much like a pervert. Neither does she. Come on, Jack. Aren't you a little curious about the sexy stuff in there." Jill had a noticeably wild gleam in her eye.
"I'm telling you, Jill, they have gross, immoral stuff in there," argued Jack, "plus, what if someone sees us?"
"How do you know what they have in there? Ever been in one of these places before?"
"Well, no," said Jack truthfully.
"And, look. The sign says that they have a 'gloryhole,' whatever that is. You preach about glory often so perhaps this is something you should learn about." Jill smiled wickedly and clutched her husband's arm. She gently rubbed her breasts against him as she spoke, then laughed aloud at the ridiculousness of her own argument.
"I have no idea what a gloryhole is either, but I can assure you that it is something sexual!" Jack paused and looked into his wife's eyes. "You are serious about this, aren't you?" It was clear that curiosity and her share of a bottle of wine had gotten the best of Jack's sexy wife. "Ok, but remember that I warned you against this."
"This is no time to be a fuddy-duddy. We're on vacation!" laughed Jill pulling Jack toward the mysterious door.
Jack looked around the street as if he needed to be incognito, pulled his collars up a bit in a feeble attempt to hide, and followed his wife into the sex shop. Immediately their senses were overwhelmed by the huge amount of merchandize for sale and the dirty pictures covering every inch of space in the store. Jack took Jill's arm and turned to leave. Jill resisted.
"Come on, Jack. We are in this far, so let's take a look," whispered Jill. She was amazed by what she saw. Giant rubber penises occupied a whole wall; videos with people doing the most intimate acts were everywhere, and a host of gadgets and things hung here and there--Jill had no idea about most of their purposes. The whole place smelled like cheap disinfectant and a tired looking woman with bright red hair sat behind an ancient cash register near the door.
A croak two octaves lower than anyone would expect from a woman emerged from the cashier's lips. "I need to see some ID." The voice was tired and bored.
Jack froze. "ID? Surely you know we are older than 21." Jack laughed uncomfortably.
"I don't care how old you are. They say check ID's, so I check ID's. You too, Missy," said the red-haired woman barely looking up.
Jack noticed that a very large, burly, bald guy had stopped sweeping and was looking menacingly at them.
"Come on, babe. Let's go," Jack said quietly. Then he noticed that Jill already was showing her driver's license to the woman. Jack rolled his eyes, opened his wallet, and flashed his driver's license as well. The woman seemed interested for a moment, but then returned to reading a tattered copy of the "National Inquirer."
Signs littered the wall behind the woman. "You open it, you buy it," proclaimed one. "No loitering," said another. Jack's attention was drawn toward a curious sign, "Booths available, all lockable--buy tokens here--special booths marked with stars."
Jack was thunderstruck by the sinfulness of the place-the gates of hell for sure, he thought-yet he felt his cock involuntarily begin to grow erect. The images surrounding him were extraordinary. Real people's breasts, vaginas, penises, mouths, and anuses were on display in every combination imaginable. He looked at one particularly beautiful woman's picture. She was holding an erect cock in one hand and smiling at the camera.
"How could a woman do that?" he thought aloud. "How could anyone have asked her to pose like that in the first place? Where do they find these women?"
He looked at the woman's large breasts with oval-shaped areolas and suddenly envisioned his wife's. The two were very similar. Without warning, an image of his own wife in the same nude pose flashed through his mind. He blushed at the thought and looked quickly at his beautiful wife to see if she noticed his shame. He was shocked to note that Jill's nipples were clearly erect and poking against the soft fabric of her silk blouse. Reverend Jack Scott, pastor of the First Baptist Church, at once realized that he had a raging hard on and that his lovely wife was just as turned on as he was.
"This is amazing," whispered Jill. Her eyes swept the room. Several men were looking at racks of magazines and videos. More people seemed to be coming and going from a mysteriously dark doorway in the back. Over the doorway, a sign read, "Private booths."
"Let's go check out the booths. Go get some tokens from the lady," urged Jill.
"You've got to be kidding. And, that's no lady!" argued Jack. The look in Jill's eye told him that he had lost the argument again. He hesitantly approached the woman and held out a ten-dollar bill.
"The special rooms have stars," she reminded.
"Special rooms?" said Jack.
"The ones with gloryholes," whispered the woman rolling her eyes.
Jack returned to Jill who was wide-eyed as she looked at a picture of a man with a penis inhumanly large. "Has to be trick photography," she said. "Look at the size of that... ah... thing."
"I think we are supposed to use the booths with stars," said Jack, "but, I'm not sure why."
Several men gawked when Jill turned and walked through the doorway. Jill could feel them staring, particularly at her breasts. She felt a surge of excitement. She wondered what they must have been thinking of her.
Inside the doorway more ogling men and narrow, dark, foreboding hallways lined with doors greeted the naïve couple. One man rubbed against Jill as she passed. She felt his hand brush across her buttocks.
Shocked, Jill thought, "He did that on purpose!"
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