11-07-2015, 12:41 PM
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Our Gloryhole Journey
When my wife and I got married, we were both very inexperienced. Like most newlyweds we were perpetually horny and fucked at every opportunity. In fact, we were years into our marriage before the first day came that we didn't have sex at least once. Generally we began and ended every day by fucking.
Even though we were inexperienced, we were curious. She was a little more reluctant to explore her fantasies (or her "dark side" as she called it) because of her conservative upbringing. Although, as long we kept things between ourselves, she was OK with toys and porn. We bought magazines and read each other the stories as a part of our foreplay. I noticed that when we watched movies, it was often the girl-girl stuff that got her the hottest. I would tease her about her "dark side" and she took it well, but insisted that she could never act on any of it. It was to remain between us, and that was fine with me. Sex was hot and I loved watching her get aroused by what she saw and read. Honestly, I had determined some years before that I was a voyeur. Simply stated, I liked to see stuff. I am very visually oriented, so the sight of a sexy (or naked) girl, or something "forbidden" triggers a strong response in me. Knowing that, she would buy sexy lingerie and even sexy street clothes to wear for me around the house. Some nights, she would give me my own fashion show, changing from one revealing outfit to the next, until my cock was ready to explode. Usually, her pussy was drenched by the time she finished. One night it dawned on me, she got as hot by showing off, as I did by watching! We were the perfect match, a voyeur and an exhibitionist. She is tall. 5'9 in her bare feet. Much taller in the heels that she normally wears. Her legs are long, leading up to a firm, round ass. She has the sexy shoulders of a model, and coffee cup-sized breasts, topped with pale pink nipples. Her pale skin is dusted with freckles. She is not Barbi (nor would I want her to be), but she turns heads and as actually gotten better looking over time. Back in those early years, she would have blushed to have heard me say that. Now, she (modestly) knows what she has, and knows how to use it to her best advantage. It took us a long time to get from that point to where we are now, but the journey has been worth it. Next time, I'll tell you how we began to move things out of the house, and down the way that eventually led us to the gloryhole. 
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11-09-2015, 06:12 AM
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Early flashing days
We were heading out of town for a short vacation and I asked her to bring along a particular dress. It was far from "scandalous", but it was certainly nothing that she normally would have worn out of the house. It was a simple cotton print, dark blue, nearly knee-length. But the top was backless. Two triangles of fabric in the front wrapped around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare, and exposing a fair amount of cleavage. There was no possible way of wearing a bra with it.
She wore it to dinner the third night we were there. It took me that long to coax her into it. By the time we returned to our hotel room, she was clearly aroused. She had noticed some extra attention, and the knowledge that she was braless, showing that much skin turned her on. The next day we went shopping and purchased a few other outfits, each a little more revealing than the last. On the way home, she wore a tiny tank top, no bra, with buttons down the front. At one point in the trip, she laid her seat back, allowing me to play with her tits as we drove. Bit by bit I released the buttons. She started to protest (weakly) when I started, but eventually she said nothing, preferring to lie there, with her eyes closed, softly moaning. It didn't take long before we passed a truck. I pulled the fabric open wide, allowing the driver to get a full view of my wife's firm tits. Whether or not he did, I can't say. But I know that for those few seconds my wife was completely still, as though she were frozen. When she sensed the truck was passed, she opened her eyes and asked me if he saw. "What do you think?" I asked, being deliberately vague. "I hope he did. Maybe it will give him something to think about later tonight." With that experience, her flashing became more and more regular, and more and more bold. It was always from the safety of the car, however. Eventually she would even masturbate, looking up at the truckers to make eye contact with them as she did. Her wardrobe became far more revealing, too. At least when we were traveling. Thigh high stocking became the norm. No panties, open and loose tops, blazers with nothing underneath. She enjoyed knowing that she was turning men on. It made her hot, and it made me hard. Her exhibitionism became a frequent part of our foreplay. Somewhere, deep in our hearts, we knew that it would eventually take us farther. It did... all the way to the gloryhole... and beyond. More to come.
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11-17-2015, 07:06 AM
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Her first porn theater
The next stop along the journey was an adult theater. This was back in the day when it was not altogether uncommon to find an old movie house showing X-rated features. As the multiplex cinemas were popping up at malls, theater owners were forced to do something to keep people in the seats, so they went adult - or sold cheaply to those who converted these old shrines into smut houses.
At that time, all of my wife's exhibitionism was limited to those times that we were traveling. We found ourselves in a town that had a large X-rated theater, and I suggested that we drop in and see what it was about. Frankly, I already knew. It wasn't an accident that we wound up in that particular town. I had visited this theater before, and knew that it catered to couples. As I mentioned in a previous post, she liked porn, so she wasn't completely opposed to the idea, but she was nervous. I think she knew that things might go a little further than just watching a movie. We settled into a row near the back of the theater. Since it was a weekday afternoon, there weren't that many people there. For the first 15 minutes or so, we did nothing but watch the movie. Soon we were both turned on, and I slid her hand to my lap. Feeling my semi-hard cock through my pants, she immediately began to squeeze it, making it even harder. Soon we were making out like a couple of teenagers in the back of the movie house. I'm not sure when he got there, or exactly where he came from, but at some point I noticed that a middle-aged man had positioned himself in the row in front of us. She saw him, too, but kept kissing. I began to rub her tits through her shirt, and could feel her getting more turned on. Her kisses were more passionate, her mouth was wet. Feeling brave, I reached for the top button and released it. I heard her gasp slightly, but she never stopped kissing. Button by button, I slowly moved down the length of her shirt. I slid my hand underneath and continued to feel her up as our new neighbor watched. Soon the fabric was pulled away, revealing her dark-colored bra and pale cleavage. Since she had shown no resistance, I tugged at the top of one of cups, revealing her nipple in the dark glow of the theater. I began to suck it gently, and she moaned. Fortunately, she was wearing a bra that opened at the front. That made it easy for me to completely reveal her breasts. At a point, she actually sat up straighter and turned to the stranger, giving him a good look at her bare tits. Then she did something that completely surprised me. She tugged at my belt, working to get my pants open. Once my cock was released she bent over and began to suck it. As she blew me, she did her best to make sure that he could see her significant oral skills. It didn't take too long before I was cumming. Again, she surprised me, choosing to take my load on her chest. Later, that night, fucking in our hotel room, she replayed the incident over and over, wondering if he was somewhere, at that very moment, jacking off, thinking about her. I assured her that he was. "Next time," she said, "maybe we could give him something even more memorable." It took a while before she got to that point, but we had fun playing in porn theaters on several occasions after that. Always giving the guys (and an occasional lady) a show to remember. More to come, if you are interested.
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11-17-2015, 04:02 PM
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your wife and your adventures
Of course we want to hear more and all the naughty little details of yours and your wife new experiences. cant wait to hear all about them.
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11-19-2015, 07:30 AM
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Early gloryhole experiences
At a point in our early flashing/exhibitionism days we migrated back to the video booths in adult bookstores. She liked bookstores, because she normally left with some new toy, or a movie for us to watch at home.
The first time we went into booth, she was unaware of the gloryhole. I dropped a few tokens (as they used, back in the day) and the movie appeared on the screen. We watched for a few minutes, but soon our hands were all over one another. I heard the next door open and close, but as her back was to the wall with the hole, she never noticed anything. As her clothes began to drop into the chair, I turned her a bit, putting us parallel with the wall, and allowing our neighbor to peek. It didn't take long for him to slide his cock through the hole. She jumped when she saw it, moving as far away as she could. "Oh my god! Where did that come from?" "He's just hoping for a little attention, that's all," I reassured her. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Just relax, we'll give him a show." Eventually, he pulled his dick back out of the hole, and we began to play again. It was clear that she liked her private, anonymous audience when she squatted in front of me, no more than a foot from the hole, allowing him to watch her slowly suck my cock. From time to time she would glance toward the hole and smile. When he would stick it back through, she would ignore it and we would continue to play. When he would pull it out and watch, she made sure that he got something good to look at. We played that way in two or three places over the next several months. She developed a fairly standard routine: stripping in front of the hole, pulling my cock out, blowing me, and fucking so that he could see everything. She would take me deeper in her mouth under those circumstances than any other place. She would cum almost as soon as I entered her. One night, in Tampa, we were in a place that had large "buddy booths". They had a window between them with a switch that activated a light inside. If both booths had the switches flipped correctly you could see the person(s) in the next booth (see the attached picture of a buddy booth at some other place). She liked that a lot. Several guys actually crowded into the booth while she flipped the lights on and off, giving them a show. Again, slowly getting naked, blowing me, even masturbating. At one point, her hands were on the wall as she leaned toward the window. As the guys would jerk off near the glass she would move her face in front of each of them, acting as though she were licking their cocks. As she did, I played with her pussy from behind, and eventually finger fucked her asshole to a series of orgasms as the boys coated the glass from the other side. She woke me several times throughout that night to fuck again. It was the most turned on that I had ever seen her. At least up to that point...
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11-20-2015, 03:17 PM
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Wow great story!!! Can't wait to hear more.
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11-23-2015, 11:48 AM
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Regrets...
We continued to play in porn theaters and adult bookstores (as well as strip clubs) for a couple of years. Her exhibitionism increased to the point that she was not only flashing truckers in the car, but also getting braver in bars, shopping centers, restaurants, amusement parks - about anywhere she could, really. But one thing remained constant: no one else was ever to be involved. Ever. They could watch (and she liked it when they did), but there was to be no touching.
Like a lot of couples, we would talk about it when we fucked. Hell, we talked about a lot of fantasies, but she always made it clear that it would go no further than talking. We went on like that for a few years, then something changed in her conversations. We moved from "never" to "well, I can't imagine it... unless it were something really special". Fantasy turned into "what if?", and although she was still not willing (or so she said), there had clearly been a change in the wind. One night, while visiting a porn theater, I decided to push the boundary a little, just to see what might happen. Over the years I have nudged at our limits; usually without success and occasionally with some negative repercussions. But once in a while, it has moved the process along. We had been sitting in the theater for only a few minutes when two other couples came in. We were sitting on the left aisle. They walked down the right, turning in at the row just ahead of us. One of men led, followed by the two ladies, with the other guy bringing up the rear. He sat on the aisle, with the others filling the three seats immediately to his left. They wasted very little time before they started to play. At first, the couples made out. The couple on the far right seemed more nervous than their friends, constantly looking over their shoulders to see who was watching, and if they were about to get into some sort of trouble. The couple on the left, on the other hand, were completely relaxed. Within minutes, her blouse was open and we could see him leaning in to gently lick and suck on her tits. He was tender with her, and she clearly liked his approach. Soon her legs were spread and although we couldn't see well, it was obvious that his left hand was fingering her pussy, bringing her to an orgasm. With that, they sat up and caught their breath. The other couple had watched them, scarcely doing anything while the show went on. Eventually they were all involved in a quiet four-way conversation. The man on the far left, seemed to be doing most of the talking. After several minutes, the couple on the right looked at one another, shrugged their shoulders, and then nodded - first to the themselves, then to the guy on the right. He immediately stood up, as did the other man, and they traded places. The guy originally on the left - now sitting with another man's wife - was clearly experienced at what he was doing. While both of the "new" couples were kissing, he was making clear headway. The woman responded passionately to him, and only paused him for a second when began to open her top to expose her blouse. Soon her full breasts were out, and it didn't take long before he had worked his way to her lap. We watched as she wiggled in her seat. So did her husband, although he was being distracted by the other woman, who was now topless and blowing him. As we watched the scene unfolding, my wife got hotter and hotter. Soon, both women were giving head. Then, almost without warning, the experienced guy stopped his blonde partner and lifted her up. He kissed her, then turned her gently toward his wife. I could hear my wife moan as she witnessed the first, slow, soft kisses between these two women. She actually leaned to the right to get a better view. My dick twitched at the thought of her somehow being involved with those two, but it was not to be. After some more oral sex, the foursome stepped out into the night. My wife and I took a break at that point, too, walking out to the lobby. Honestly, I was hoping that we might have had the opportunity to have spoken to the other couples. We did not. After a quick bathroom break, we went back into the theater. Rather than returning to our former seats, I led my wife to a short row on the outside of the left aisle. There were only four seats. I took the one nearest the wall. Normally, that would have been her seat, with me to her right, providing a buffer between her and anyone who might with to sit too close. If she noticed the change, she didn't say anything. She was more focused on opening her top so that I could play with her tits, and opening my pants so that she could suck my cock. As she always did at that point, she made sure that those seated in front of us got a good show. Three guys filled that row, and they made no secret about watching. One of them attempted to reach back to touch her, but she waved him off - as usual. A couple of other guys sat behind us, and one took the seat on the end of our row, with one empty space between him and my wife. As she leaned over the arm of the seat to suck me, I reached back to her ass, rubbing it through the fabric of her short, pleated miniskirt. She was wearing crotchless pantyhose that night. Which allowed me, if I reached far enough, to feel the bare skin next to her pussy and asshole. She started to spread her legs, but again, someone reached toward her from the front. This time, we both waved for him to retrieve his hand and leave it on his side of his seatback. With her legs now closed again, I lightly caressed her ass cheeks through the fabric of her hose. The guy to our right was watching my hand, hoping - I'm sure - for her to spread her legs again so that he might get a better view of her shaved pussy. I offered him something better. With my wife's face buried in my lap, I made eye contact with him, and subtly waved for him to begin rubbing her ass. He understood exactly. As I lifted hand, he deftly moved his in and continued the same motion. A guy behind us reached over then. "You can't touch her, guys. She just wants you to watch," I said, as I winked at my conspirator. Having another man touching my wife while she blew me excited me to the point that I came very quickly. She swallowed my load while the guys surrounding us murmured their appreciation. By the time she sat up and got herself arranged, our friend from the end of the row disappeared into another section of the theater. Only he, and those few witnesses were aware of what had just transpired. Or so I thought. Months later she confessed that she knew what I had done. And she liked it. Prompting her to again wonder out loud if maybe she should have taken better advantage of the situation. This became a a part of our development. I call it the "regret stage". Not that she (or I) ever regretted anything that we had done, but that she regretted not doing things when the opportunities presented themselves.
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