Glory Hole Discovery
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Chapter 13: Discovery Ends with Discovery
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Discovery Ends with Discovery - Long time married couple still a loving couple enjoying sex just not as often. A works trip to New york so brings his wife to shop and after dinner one night dares her to visit a sex shop, to his surprise she accepts and goes on from there.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Cheating Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Humiliation Rough Interracial White Couple Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Voyeurism Size Porn Theatre
I gave her about a 5-minute head start and then checked that handy app on my phone that had gotten me into this situation.
She was indeed headed back in the general direction of the hotel, which made sense, because I was sure the clothes she was wearing were a total loss. I saw no way that they could be saved from being in the floor for several hours with men stomping all over them and sperm flying everywhere. I’d be surprised if she could even save her prized Louis Vuitton purse that had spent the afternoon in the floor of the dingy, filthy video booth.
I left the booth before my video time ran out and walked straight out to the street like I hadn’t a care in the world. I walked around the block several times until I felt safe to text that I was leaving work now.
Once the text was away, I took my time heading for the hotel. I got a response saying, “Done shopping, grabbing a shower.”
I went into the lobby, walked directly to the elevator and headed up to the 30th floor. When I got to the room, sure enough, she was in the shower. No doubt, a very hot one with a lot of soap involved. The door was closed, so I tapped, opened it and said hello before retreating into the room proper.
I looked for the outfit she had been wearing, but didn’t see it immediately lying around. She had either hidden it, thrown it out or still had it in the bathroom with her. I found her purse and it looked like it had gotten a quick wipe down with a damp cloth. I knew she’d try to save her Louis Vuitton.
From her purse, I pulled her phone and opened it with my fingerprint, which we’d both programmed into each other’s phones for convenience. After all, neither of us had anything to hide.
I opened her contacts and began searching through them. She has a lot of friends, and many of them I don’t know, so I could only hope a name would jump out at me.