Glory Hole Discovery
Copyright© 2025 by jack tar
Chapter 8: The Show
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Show - 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.
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“Get up,” he said simply.
I can only assume she complied, because there was shifting and he no longer blocked the wall.
“You’ve been a terrible slut. That poor cock sticking through that hole has been neglected. Do your job slut.”
I was surprised when she said meekly, “Yes sir.”
I had heard that tone before, when we played with our bondage stuff. She sounded that way when she gave control over to me. I knew at that moment, that at least for the next little while, she had given herself to this stranger in the booth with her. A man that already knew her needs better than I. A man who didn’t even know her name, nor did she know his.
All I knew was that my cock was painfully hard. Even though I didn’t admit it to myself then, the stranger also had a hold over me too, because when he moved from the wall I wanted to fall on my knees and thank him profusely. I was peeking through again in no time and heard him speak to me directly, “Are you ready for a show asshole?”
I didn’t reply, because I couldn’t find my voice and wasn’t sure he really required a response anyway, as he didn’t await an answer. Instead, he stepped aside and I could see Stacy servicing the cock sticking out of the other wall.
He walked to her side, gripped a handful of lovely auburn hair and moved her head faster. When I saw this, I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, but then I heard a moan of pleasure come from her as she let him pump her head up and down the cock in her mouth.
“Get on your hands and knees on the bench slut and let him fuck your whore mouth,” he commanded.
She pulled off the cock and immediately complied with only a simple, “Yes sir.”
I was so excited at this point that I almost came as I viewed her balance herself on the narrow bench with her sopping wet pussy right in front of my hole, less than an arm’s length away. She placed her face against the opposite wall as ordered and I heard the now familiar noise of her blowjobs.
A knock at my door interrupted me and I heard someone say, “Feed the video booth or get the fuck out!”
I could only assume it was the manager and I was taken aback when I discovered that I had completely forgotten about feeding the video machine. I scrambled for more singles and fed them into the machine, no longer even caring what was on the screen.
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