11-23-2015, 11:52 AM
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More Regrets
I thought perhaps we were over the "regret" stage on a another Friday night, visiting a local adult book store. We were in the booth, putting on a show for those who were lucky enough to get into the adjoining booth.
We had been playing for about a half an hour when the guy on the other side, "finished up" and left the booth. Through the gloryhole I could see the light created by the door opening, followed by blackness, just before the new customer fed the slot and light from his video illuminated the room. My wife was watching him. "He's a black guy." She always had an extra spark in her eye when she told me that. She had scarcely begun to play, when his dick came through the hole. She gasped when she saw it. I almost did, too. It was easily 9 inches long, and it wasn't nearly hard. I wouldn't call it flaccid, either. It was thick, firm and topped off with bulbous head. Even hanging there semi-soft, along the wall under the hole, it looked imposing. I heard her say "Oh my god" as she dropped straight to her knees in front of it. She took it, gently into both of her hands. She did it as easily as if she were picking up some item in a department store. She did it without reluctance, without guilt, without a question. I think it is safe to say that she did it without thought. "God. Look at it!" Believe me, I was. I was looking at that big black cock resting between my wife's frail fingers. I was looking at it as she wrapped her fingers around it, telling me that she couldn't even hold it all. I was looking as she smelled it. I was looking as she pulled herself closer to the hole, letting it brush one nipple, then the other. I was looking as she began a slow, subtle rhythm - stroking it, coaxing it a fully erect state. I was looking when it was clear that she wasn't really certain what she wanted to do with it. I was looking when she finally got it between her tits, pointing up at her chin. I was looking when she released it so that she could push her breasts into it, squeezing it into her cleavage as he began to tit-fuck her through the gloryhole. I was even looking when it began to spew. He sent large ivory-colored ropes of gooey jizz up my wife's neck, on to her chin and down her breasts. He came long enough that she pulled back, holding it up, aiming it at her tits, and let several bursts splash on her skin. I'm not sure if I was more impressed by the size of his cock, or the size of his load. He was easily 14 inches, and I wouldn't be surprised if he left a half a cup of jizz on my wife's chest. We said nothing as she dressed. We walked out of the booth in silence. Not a word was spoken all the way to the car. The silence continued as I pulled out of the lot and made my way for the the interstate. Unlike many nights at the porn theater, she did not ask me if I had fun. She didn't retell her favorite moment of the night. It was just quiet for a long time. At least, I thought, she won't regret not having finally done something when she saw something that she liked. That's when it hit me. There are other kinds of regrets, too. We not only regret what we didn't do, but what we have done. Suddenly, I realized that if she felt she had crossed some sort of line, that she may never be willing to play again. Her flashing wardrobe would be gone. Any subsequent visits that I would make to a porn theater or gloryhole would be without her. Maybe even our porn-watching habits at home had just come to an end. I finally worked up the courage to ask, "Are you sorry?" She nodded her head. Damn! "I was just sitting here thinking that." she said. "But was afraid to tell you. I don't want to mess anything up, especially between us." "Nothing will mess us up," I assured her. "None of this is that important. More than anything I want you to be happy. I can live with the rest of it." In my mind I had already begun packing up the videos, her sexy outfits and sexy toys. I tried to convince myself that I had gotten to enjoy my wife in ways that most husbands never would. "Really?" "Absolutely," I lied. "So, if I would have gone over to his booth it wouldn't have bothered you? I was thinking that maybe I would have to stay in the same room and just play with him through the gloryhole all the time." I was confused. "What are you saying?" "I really wanted to fuck that, but I didn't think you would want me to. I wanted to go over to his booth, bend over that stool and just let him pound me. I knew you would never go for that, so I was trying to figure out how to ask you if he could fuck me through the gloryhole, but he came before I could say anything. I'm sorry. I'm not sure what came over me." I pulled the car to the shoulder of the highway. grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to my lap as I released my cock from my pants. As soon as I felt the warmth of her mouth, I came. Hard. Not as much as her new black friend, but enough that some of it wound up on my pants. The image of my wife fucking a stranger, especially one like that, was more than I could stand. I assured her that she had no need to be sorry. But that nothing would make me hotter than to see that. Our conversations over the next several weeks took on a new tone. More later... 
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12-05-2015, 01:37 PM
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Over our next two trips to the gloryhole we continued our usual game. Her stripping, slowly, teasing the guy in the next booth, touching herself and then blowing me near the hole, giving him a good view. At times I would bend her over, fucking her from behind, making sure our neighbor could see my cock sliding in and out of her wet hole. However, she did take things up a notch, stroking a cock when it struck her fancy. She even let one guy finger her pussy through the hole. But she never brought anyone to an orgasm like she did with that black monster dick.
A few months after that fateful night, we were back in the same bookstore;in the same booth, in fact, when another black cock came through the hole. It wasn't nearly as big as the other one, but she seemed to like it. She touched it a time or two, but only lightly, caressing it. The guy seemed content to watch her and enjoy the show. Once she had her panties down, I embraced her. We kissed and fondled each other. As we did, I turned her back to the hole, letting him see her ass. Slowly, I began to back her toward the hole. "What are you doing?" she asked, playfully. "Exactly what you want me to," I replied. "Oh, really? You think you know me that well?" "I don't see you trying to stop me." Not only was she not trying to stop me, she actually pushed her firm, round ass toward the hole. Giving him a better view. When she finally bumped up to the wall, I slipped my foot between hers and gently pushed at them, causing her to spread her legs a bit. As we kissed, I slipped my hand between her legs, rubbing my index finger along her slit. She was already soaked, and her clit was swollen with arousal. I wasn't surprised to feel his fingers exploring my wife's cunt. I moved to my knees so that I could see it. He slid two fingers up her crack, pausing to play with her swollen nub. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders. He moved deftly around - and into - her sex, causing her gasp spasmodically. Eventually, I stood, bringing the stool in front of her. She bent at the waist, laying her naked tits onto the stool, holding the legs tightly while her new friend explored. I moved under her again, watching him play with my wife's cunt, bringing her to an orgasm. It was the first that anyone - other than me - had ever given her. He pulled his fingers away, and I stood, waiting for her to do the same. She didn't move. She continued to lay on the stool, breathing deeply, letting the last waves of her orgasm subside. Suddenly, she gasped and jumped. Again, I bent down to see what he was doing with his fingers. I was surprised (though I shouldn't have been) to see, not his fingers, but the head of his black cock, pushing at her opening. "Stand up," I said, pulling her upright and away from the gloryhole as I did. She turned to see his erect cock rising out of the hole. Immediately she dropped in front of it. She kissed the tip, licked up the shaft and turned her eyes upward toward me. I nodded, unable to speak. Having received whatever permission she felt like she needed, she turned her head and vacuumed his cock into her mouth. When she pulled off of it, it glistened with her spit. Obviously, her mouth was as wet with anticipation as her pussy was. Within a few seconds, she was working him with a firm, steady rhythm, her head bouncing in and out toward the wall. She stopped for a minute to catch her breath, then turned toward me and took my cock into her mouth. For several minutes she alternated between my white dick and the black cock stretching through the hole. Our neighbor enjoyed watching - and she enjoyed an audience. So she lingered a time or two on my cock, giving him an excellent show. After an extended demonstration of her oral skills, his fingers came through the hole again. She stood up, now, and faced the hole. I rubbed and kissed her ass while he brought her to another orgasm. Finding it difficult to stand, she again turned around, pushed her ass to the wall and leaned on the stool. I stood in front of her, fucking her face as he worked on her from behind. She began to moan, so I leaned forward to see what was happening. His cock was pressing against her again, but this time, there were two differences. First, he was wearing a condom. Secondly, he wasn't pushing at her pussy, but at her ass hole. Her moaning was louder now. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked, unnecessarily. "Uh huh. He's putting his finger in my ass." I looked back toward the hole again, verifying what I already knew. By now, the tip of his black cock was nudging into my wife's tight ass. I wondered how far she would let this go. "That's not his finger," I informed her. "Really?" "Really." "It feels really good. Really, really good." I watched as her asshole relaxed, allowing a stranger's black cock to slide inside. It took a minute, but he was patient and she was horny. "Oh, shit!" she grunted between her clenched teeth. "Do you want him to stop", I asked? "Don't you dare! Oh shit! Shit. Oh fuck! Yeah!" These were words that were never - well, nearly never - spoken by my wife. They were spoken often, and loudly that night. She came four times before he finally blew his load into his rubber. It only occurred to us sometime the next day that although she had finally had sex with another man, I was still the only cock she had ever had in her pussy. Something that I felt fairly certain would be corrected soon. More to come.
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03-27-2016, 07:59 PM
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Nice story
Can't wait for more!
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03-29-2016, 10:37 AM
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Thanks you for the idea.
I mentioned your posting to my friend Dianna last week and of course being the horny sex starved she was.
The first thing out of her mouth was,"Do you think we could do something like this at the club?" The club being the adult club I began taking her to some time ago,allowing her to make up and compensate for all the sex she had been missing out on,because she felt she needed to be a good wife and if he had to do without because of his medical problems she should do the same. Long story short, he asked me to take care of her needs and help her make up for what she had been missing out on. Ever since I started fucking her,enough simply isn't enough and the club helped compensate for that a lot Calling the club owners I inquired about possibly installing some sort of glory hole set up for the weekend? Sure enough when we arrived Saturday night,I was pulled to one side and the owner asked me if I liked the new drapes they installed on the stage and did I notice the strategically placed holes in them and by the way my cock would be one of the cocks poking out of the hole for interested ladies. I think I am safe in saying that every cock in the club was pushed through the hole and drained,not every female participated,but even some of the once that did not participate spent a considerable amount of time with their hands between their legs watching.
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05-11-2016, 04:26 PM
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05-12-2016, 07:29 AM
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Wow Ray, your post has really brought back memories for me. When I was dating my husband I had already done some swinging, but I was still really exploring with my sexuality.
I saw an ad for an adult theater and asked my future husband if we could go. He said sure, so that Friday night I had my first experience at an adult theater. We were pleasantly surprised, it was a large place, really clean, and had special couples seating if you so desired. The couples seats, were like large benches, would have sat 4 people, or you could actually fuck in them. I quickly discovered that where ever we went we seemed to have an audience following us, so we moved around a couple of times, I found it interesting. I was getting turned on by the movie and the total experience and started making out with my future husband. He fingered me to an orgasm, and I took out his cock, got on my knees and sucked him off to an enthusiastic audience. When I finished him off and stood up I was saluted with many hard cocks around me. It was the moment that I discovered I really enjoyed being an exhibitionist, it had really turned me on knowing I was being watched. The next time we went I was prepared. I wore a see thru blouse with a small jacket over it, and a micro mini skirt that barely covered my ass and pussy when I was standing. Once in the theater I removed the jacket. The men seemed to really appreciate my attire. Once we were seated my pussy was automatically on display. We had an audience quickly. This time I spread my legs readily, and unbuttoned my blouse fully, putting my tits on display. I was instantly wet knowing I was turning these guys on. My boyfriend and I made out as they watched, he fingered me, I sucked his cock, Then I mounted him facing the men who watched me as I came. I loved it. I even held the cock that one man presented to me, but the minute I did he came, covered my tits in cum. That was the real beginnings of my adult theater adventures. Great memories. j Last edited by num1scamp; 05-12-2016 at 02:27 PM. Reason: grammar
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