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Chapter 1 – The Discovery

It started as a fairly normal trip to New York with my wife, Stacy, tagging along. I travel a lot in my job and so spend a lot of time there, among other major cities. Of them all, New York is our favorite, so from time to time, she'll travel with me when I make the trip.

Since I have to work while there, she generally shops and relaxes while I'm at work and then we get to spend the evenings together enjoying the city. We've been married almost 25 years and love each other very much. Stacy is five foot and seven inches tall, auburn hair, green eyes and has a naturally amazing body. We both work to stay healthy, but neither of us are workout fanatics or the like. Regardless, we are both trim and healthy in appearance.

In the sex department, we were comfortable. It was still important to both of us; however, it just wasn't as necessary as it once was in our life as a couple. We still enjoyed it, but didn't dwell on it. Therefore, neither of us really spent a lot of time planning or plotting naughty getaways, or thinking about sexual experimentation while away from home. Usually, our sex just happened and was always fantastic. After many years of marriage, we'd both been completely faithful and knew exactly what the other one liked, or at least we thought we did at the time.

This encounter covers our unplanned and unexpected fall into debauchery during our supposed "comfortable" and "over the sex thing" time of life.

The first night in the city we went to a casual dinner and just walked around for awhile. I've been working in New York for years, so didn't spend much time looking around anymore, but when my wife was with me, it was time to look at everything anew. We'd venture around and view the sights and just enjoy the cool fall temperatures.

This night, we were walking back to our hotel and came across an adult video store in Midtown Manhattan. Even though sex wasn't as important as it once was to us, I've always maintained my playfully dirty mind, and was constantly getting my hand slapped for touching her ass in public places. In line with my dirty mind, I snickered and suggested we look around in there for any interesting items.

While the video on DVD stage, at least in my mind, seems to be mostly dead with the prevalence of Internet porn, I knew they'd have a bunch of toys and other things for us to see. Hopefully, we'd see something that might get Stacy excited enough for one of our less frequent, but still enjoyable sex sessions. I truthfully expected her to make a snide comment about me being a bad boy and keep walking, but to my mild surprise, she said yes.

Well, I had started it, so had to finish it. We went in.

If I'd known what would happen as a result of this offer, I now wonder if I would've said anything about the store when we passed. Most of the time–about 99.9999% of it– I always think about it and say, "Hell Yes!"

Back to the story. We went down a set of steps from the sidewalk into the establishment and indeed it was full of sex toys and porn DVDs, categorized in a fairly neat manner and clearly marked by signage leading you to the amateur, gangbang/orgy, lesbian, and so on shelves in the store.

There were several men in the place, all browsing, but from my brief glance around, they all took note of the gorgeous woman walking into the place on my arm. I smiled a little bit to myself and steered my bride to the first row of items. I liked knowing that all these guys were jealous of me. Stacy was obviously uncomfortable, but had made the decision to come inside this place so she graciously continued on and gave it a go.

We wandered about for a bit, starting at the sex toys. We have a number of toys at home and even a decent collection of bondage gear so there wasn't anything really new to her. However, I could tell she was a little nervous looking at these things in front of all these men. Typically, we usually shop and order these items online and have them shipped to our home. It was fun and sexy watching her get use to picking up, inspecting and browsing all these toys with obviously horny men wandering around watching her.

I admit, I was enjoying the attention she was receiving and so d**g my feet here and there to slow down the process of getting the hell out of there. When we got to the movies, we began browsing and it was obvious they had categories of videos way beyond anything either of us had ever dreamed of before. We moved quickly through a few of those items and spent more time looking at DVD's more in our liking, which is generally straight sex with some kind of a plot. We'd watched porn with a variety of scenes in them beyond the straight couple and even played out some harmless fantasies with just the two of us, but we never delved into porn about swinging, group sex and the like.

When we reached the end of a particular row, we saw a man with a fist full of one dollar bills standing in front of an opening that headed into the back. Above the door was a sign indicating there were video booths in that area.

I was immediately intrigued. As we rounded the corner past the man and headed up the next aisle of movies, I began talking about how nice it would be to actually see some of the movies before we purchased one. That way, we'd know what we were getting. Stacy seemed to know where I was headed and gave me a strange look; she knows me so well. I just smiled and told her that we should check out the video booths and see what movies were showing in them.

I could tell the idea took her way out of her comfort zone, but I promised that we'd just step in, check it out and leave if she hated it. She did agree to go and her blush was obvious, and beautiful. We approached the man and I exchanged a twenty-dollar bill for twenty singles. You could almost call the look on his face a leer, as we walked hand-in-hand past him to the booths. I, for one, was smiling.

We walked down the immediate row of them until we came across one that was unoccupied, as indicated by the light above the door. They seemed busier than I expected them to be, but then I assumed guys were jacking off to porn in them. It had to be cheaper than buying a DVD.

Stepping inside, we closed the door and noticed immediately that it was very dark as I fumbled with the lock to ensure no one walked in on us. The only real light came from the small TV, which was flipping through some preview scenes. The only other sources of light were the dollar bill slot, which was beckoning to be paid, and the channel up and down buttons.

I slipped two or three singles into it and hit the green button to start the show. The first scene to pop up was a man and woman fucking on a blanket in the woods. It was very sexy, but the channel up and down buttons were blinking beseechingly, so I just had to see what was on the other channels. As I began flipping through them Stacy tried to make herself comfortable on the small bench in the room.

I flipped through each channel and stopped long enough on each scene to gauge her interest. With it being somewhat dark, it was hard to tell anything other than she was not sure about being there at all. We buzzed through a variety of channels and eventually came back to the one where the couple was fucking outdoors. When unsure, it's best to stop on monogamous sex, I supposed.

I sat beside her and asked how she was doing. She indicated that she was alright, so we just sat quietly and watched for a few minutes. I began caressing her leg and thinking how surreal the situation was. The entire area was permeated with pornographic sounds from every booth close by. As I rubbed her knee and began working my way up her jeans-covered thigh, we heard one sound distinctly different from the rest and became sure our neighbor in the booth next door was having a big orgasm. I know this, because Stacy stared at me wide eyed as he proved that he could just not stay quiet while in orgasm. We both laughed quietly at that and then Stacy began to actually relax a bit. I mean, how could anything be more embarrassing than having someone hear you masturbating.

After watching for a few minutes, I was feeling lucky and we began to kiss. I noticed that when we weren't kissing that her eyes were now glued to the screen. I checked it out and the scene had changed from a couple fucking outdoors to different woman on a blanket sucking the cocks of multiple guys standing around her. I had no idea she would even like anything like that so it made me smile inside. I took the opportunity to move my hand up her leg and begin rubbing her pussy over her jeans.

I was encouraged when a small moan escaped her lips and she spread her legs more. We began making out heavier and I worked to pull her sweater over her head so I could get at her breasts. I didn't really have any plans of how far we would go in the dingy booth, but I thought we'd at least get started having a night of fun.

It was then the movie quit and I had to fumble around to get more singles out of my pocket and feed them to the machine. While I was doing that, and since our eyes had adjusted to the darker environment, it was then that Stacy and I first noticed that we weren't entirely alone. No one was in the booth with us, obviously, but we had just discovered the glory holes on the walls on either side of us.

I was no stranger to internet porn, so I knew what one was, but I was still somewhat taken aback. The thing that caught me was these didn't seem like sloppily cut and taped holes like in so many porn videos. Rather, they were rectangular padded slots purposely manufactured in these booths. In other words, these things were made for peeping and participating with others.

For me, it was a turn on, but I had no idea how Stacy would react. If I'd even been remotely aware they could be there, I would've warned her, so she'd know what to expect. On second thought, maybe I wouldn't have.

The first thing she noticed was in the hole on one side of us, a man was peeking through and watching us. As if that wasn't shocking enough, out of the other hole protruded a hard cock. A real live, human cock protruded into Stacy's space in our booth. I'm sure it didn't matter the size, shape or color of said cock; only that it was the last thing Stacy expected to see and therefore was the reason for her reaction.

She squealed and immediately began putting her sweater back over her head, which I assume is a perfectly reasonable reaction. She said, "Get that thing the fuck away from me!" and started heading for the door before she'd even gotten her sweater all the way back on.

Me, I was strangely excited and actually didn't want to leave, so I tried to soothe her, without telling her that I actually wanted to stay. The cock had, smartly, disappeared and I hugged her and told her it would be all right and we could leave if she wanted. She didn't even hesitate when she indicated we should get the fuck out of there right this minute.

Chapter 2 – Initial Results

I assented and as we walked back out into the corridor, she was leading the way out, fast. I just kind of sighed while following behind her, because I knew our night of hot sex was likely ruined. In fact, sex might not be forthcoming anytime soon.

When we got outside onto the street, we started heading for the hotel and she repeatedly asked if I had known about the holes beforehand. I was very glad she took my word for it that I had not known, because I truly hadn't. Her face was flushed and she was walking fast like she was trying to escape from something.

When we got back to the hotel, we headed straight for our room and I was trying to come up with a way to salvage the sex night. Unlike her, so I thought, I was very turned on from the entire encounter.

As it turned out, I didn't need to worry. When we got into the room, Stacy literally tackled me onto the bed. Stupidly, I had a flash thought that she was so mad she was going to beat my ass, but instead her mouth sought mine and her hands were absolutely everywhere at the same time. She was voracious and we went at each other like teenagers with raging hormones.

We didn't talk about the video booth experience while we were having sex, so I had no idea what part of it had excited her. I was just so glad to be getting attacked by her that I was not going to risk fucking it up by hitting on any points that freaked her out.

The one time I started to say something during the exchange, she was in the process of ripping my jeans off. I was about to speak when she stuffed my cock into her mouth like a starving woman. Needless to say, all thoughts of speech left my head and I fell back on the pillow and held on for dear life.

At first, I went with it, but soon realized that I had to stop her or I was going to cum way too soon tonight. I tried to pull her off and move onto something else, but she was not deterred. I told her not to make me cum, but she refused to listen. Soon, I was blowing a month's worth of cum down her throat and into her belly. I was amazed by not only the quantity of cum I spurted into her mouth, but also the fact that she took it all down like a champ. I was incredibly impressed.

I never had a chance to worry about sex session being over, because she came up and planted her cum covered mouth over mine and we kissed heavily as she peeled her clothes off.

I would like to say that I took control at this moment, but she was a woman possessed. She stood long enough to get completely naked and then crawled onto the bed and straddled my face. She planted her pussy right onto my mouth and started grinding against my mouth. I love to eat her pussy, so I gave her everything I had. I nibbled, I bit, I licked and sucked her like crazy as she moaned, squealed and ground herself to an orgasm. As her body shook, shivered and expended its sexual energy, she leaned forward and took my semi-erect cock back into her mouth and lovingly suckled it. I busied myself with nibbling and licking that wonderful pussy while her orgasm subsided.

I won't spend the entire story on these details, but we fucked several times throughout the night and I was even awakened to another blowjob, which finished just like the last, with a little less cum this time. The woman had literally drained me about dry throughout the night.

Chapter 3 - The Follow-Up

I went to work with a big smile on my face that day and decided that I had to know what got her so charged up. I promised myself that I would speak with her about it at dinner that night. Whatever it was that got her going, I wanted to know so I could repeat it. We had several days left in New York, so if I could discover this magic bullet, I would exploit it. Now that we've had incredible sex again, I wanted much more of it.

As I attended meetings, her plan for the day was to shop, which she does every chance she gets while in the city. About noon, I was surprised to find out that my meeting which was to last the entire afternoon was canceled and so I had some unexpected free time. I couldn't help but smile as that would give us more time together this trip and so I headed out for the hotel.

I figured she was shopping, so didn't worry about sending her a text as I thought It would be a nice surprise for her when she got back from shopping. To gauge how much longer she'd be gone I sent her a quick text asking how the shopping trip was going.

As I walked, she didn't reply, but that wasn't unusual for her as her phone stays on silent a lot and I didn't expect her to reply quickly if she was trying on clothes or paying for something. As I arrived at the hotel and got to our room, I was somewhat surprised to find that there were several new shopping bags already there.

I thought, "Wow, she's shopped so much that she had to drop stuff off and then start again." All I could do was laugh and peek at her purchases. I was very pleased to see that she had made some sexy clothing choices and I knew that would benefit me in all the right ways. Apparently, the night of sex had gotten her wanting a repeat performance as well.

I turned on the TV and debated whether to text her again. She might be at lunch and might like some company, but again, I didn't want to ruin her shopping experience, so just let it sit. I figured if she was at lunch that she'd be back soon anyway.

While I watched TV, my mind kept running back through the night before and I tried to figure out what had turned her on so much. Needless to say, my cock got really hard and I was tempted to jack off; however, I didn't know when she'd be back to the room.

It was then that I had a great idea that would ultimately change my life, for better or worse. We have an app on our phone we can use to track each other. We didn't do it for creepy purposes, rather, we forced it onto our k**s when they were younger and then just added ourselves so we were all in it together. To date, none of us had ever used the app for anything, but it would help me figure out where she was at and if I had time to masturbate before she returned to the room. I couldn't help but smile at my ingenuity.

I tapped the app and waiting while it went through a process to update everyone's locations. When hers showed up, I was initially excited because she was only a block or two away. I knew there were no department stores there, so she must be walking back to the hotel or having lunch at one of the many places in Midtown.

I watched the app for a few minutes and forced a refresh a time or two, but she didn't move. I decided to use the time to change clothes out of my business attire. Needless to say, I felt incredibly naughty when I took the opportunity to furiously beat my cock while watching the application on my phone to ensure Stacy didn't move from where she was.

I had cum so much in the previous twelve hours that it almost felt like a challenge to cum again, but I took up that challenge. I was very gratified when my cock began to spasm and an impressive load squirted out of my cock and into my hand.

"I must just need the right material," I thought with a smile.

Chapter 4 – The Phone App Surprise

Afterward, I finished changing clothes and turned my attention back to TV. After 15 minutes or so, I checked the app again and Stacy was still stationary. I began to wonder if she'd lost her phone someplace, because she had not replied to my first text yet. Surely, she would look at her phone sometime during lunch. Finally, I decided to follow the signal to see where it took me.

I left the hotel, relaxed and having fun with my little hunting trip and walked around the block to the approximate location of her phone. Now understand, these apps aren't going to get you within two feet or anything, so when I got to where the dot was on the phone, there were still a lot of options there. Midtown has no shortage of restaurants to choose from. However, I was mildly surprised when I saw that also at this location was the adult video store that started our night of perfect sex.

I thought it was an odd coincidence, but dismissed any other thought of it almost immediately.

She had to be around her somewhere so I peeked into a restaurant or two, but didn't see her in any of them. I was sure her phone wasn't lost the night before, because she would've called me from the hotel to tell me so.

Again, I was sure she had to be close by, so I decided to step back into the video store to look around and burn some time until she popped out of a nearby restaurant and the app showed her moving again.

The store was a bit emptier today then the night before, but I really had no idea when their busy time would be anyway. While looking around, I did notice no one was at the door to the video booths, but again, I didn't really know the ebb and flow of the adult store business so didn't give it too much thought.

I did take a quick look around to see if Stacy had come back for a toy or other sexy surprise for me, but she definitely wasn't around the movies and toys. I thought that was too bad, because it would've been fun to catch her being naughty like that.

While wandering around I kept my eye on the app and Stacy was still stationary, so I just kept wandering. I opted to head toward the booths and maybe spend some of the singles I still had in my wallet on some of those other videos. I actually snickered at how horny I still was after all the sex I have had recently.

Without much more thought to it, I headed back and that's when I noticed the store actually had more occupants than I'd originally thought. They were just hovering back in the booth area. I originally got nervous, because I didn't want to get caught up in anything, but then I saw a guy come out of a booth with a smile on his face and tell one of the guys standing outside of it that it was well worth the wait.

I was taken aback and confused, but deeply curious now. I'm sure I looked stupefied as the same man eased past me, out the door and back onto the street. I watched him go and turned in time to see the door he walked out of close with another occupant inside. Stupidly, I was wondering what movie could be so great to cause this reaction and buzz. Mainly to get out of the way, I moved over and stood behind another guy that was standing near another door.

I looked around and noticed that there were guys standing around particular booths even though there were open booths in the area. It was then it hit me... there must be something special happening in these particular booths. I grinned and thought, "Oh shit, someone is being very bad in one of these booths."

I had all kinds of thoughts run through me then. I've always been somewhat of a voyeur and thinking about what might be happening inside one of the booths really excited me. Maybe a couple was having sex or a woman was masturbating or someone was giving blowjobs through the glory holes. The possibilities were endless and I hoped it lasted long enough for me to get my turn to watch.

My cock got hard and I checked my phone to see if Stacy had moved yet. Luckily, she had not. I had never cheated on my wife and didn't plan to get caught up in any action myself, but damn, I just had to see it. The voyeur in me couldn't turn away from this opportunity.

I stood semi-impatiently as the door by me opened and the guy in front of me went in as another came out. I kept checking the app and Stacy was either stationary or my phone signal had crapped out. I also noticed that a couple more guys had come and were standing in what appeared to be two lines. There was the booth I was by where I was now first in line and then there was a booth next to my booth with no line and then a line by the booth on the other side of it. It made sense that whatever was happening was in the middle booth and we could see it from our respective side booths.

I focused then and tried to hear past all the white noise of porno movies with their requisite fucking, slurping and screaming noises. I listened closely to see if I could distinguish any real life voices from the videos. After a couple seconds I was able to discern that some of the moans and slurping I heard were indeed real people and not actors on video. I had to see this.

After a seeming eternity, the door opened for my booth and a guy walked out still zipping up and looking happy from his stay in there. Not wanting to lose my spot to someone looking to jump in line, I went in right away, closed and locked the door. I checked my phone app one more time and it really looked like I was right on top of where Stacy was located. Still, stupidly, I put my phone in my pocket and let my eyes adjust to the darkness as I slipped dollar bills into the video machine.

My eyes kept going to glory hole and I swear I could see shadows and hear noises through there. Even though I wanted to watch, part of the experience is the intense build up and being forced to wait. Accordingly, I was trying to extend the suspense and flipped through channels until I found a woman being gangbanged by a group of men. They were fucking her hard and she was loving it. I had to smile because I could watch whatever I wanted without Stacy here to judge my choices.

I left the channel there, straddled the bench and moved close to the hole to see what I could see. To my surprise a hand shot through the hole and reached for my crotch. I immediately moved away, because I was taken aback and never really planned to join the action. Uncertainly, I watch the hand grope around the air looking for its prize. I wondered what to do. It was very tempting after all.

I then began to notice things. Firstly, it was either a woman's hand, or the hand of a very slender man with painted nails and woman's jewelry. Secondly, I looked closely at the hand and saw it was a left hand and had a wedding ring set on it. I leaned in closer for a look at the seemingly familiar wedding set when the hand disappeared back through the hole. I guessed that the hand's owner got tired of searching and went on to something else.

By then, my big head was beginning to think and what it was thinking was, "Oh shit." I had to lean forward to confirm my suspicion as the puzzle pieces fell into place. I got as close to the hole as possible and looked through.

All I saw was the back of a woman dressed in a miniskirt. She was topless and straddling the bench with her face toward the hole on the opposite wall. I saw her luxurious auburn hair flow around her shoulders as her head bobbed up and down on what could only be a cock. She was sucking the hell out of the lucky bastard on the other side of that wall.

I tried to tell myself that I couldn't be sure who it was, but then I focused on the tattoo on her left shoulder blade. How many sexy auburn-haired beauties could have the same tattoo of her husband and c***dren's names around a flower? Especially when the names match mine and my daughters. It was confirmed. There was indeed a lady sucking cocks through the glory holes. The woman was my wife, Stacy. The app had given me her exact location.

Chapter 5 – Not What I Was Expecting

My mind was reeling. It had been at least 30 minutes since I first searched her on the app and so she'd been here for awhile at least. I sat stunned and watched my wife's head pump up and down on another man's cock and then watched as she reached under herself to slip her finger under her thong and rub her pussy. The miniskirt she wore gave me the perfect view of her ass and her fingers working her clit.

I was stunned, pissed off and strangely conflicted. However, I was also not making any moves to stop her. The voyeur in me had to watch; had to see what happened. My breathing was ragged and I could feel my cock was rock hard and dying to escape from my jeans.

Before I could put much further thought into it, I reached through the hole and slipped a finger into my wife's sopping wet cunt. She started at the touch, but moaned loudly when my finger started stroking in and out of her hole. Now, besides moving her head up and down on a strange cock, she was rocking back and forth on my hand.

I took the opportunity to look around inside her booth and saw that this was indeed premeditated on her part. She was wearing a new, revealing outfit, which I'd never seen before and there was an open box of condoms on the bench in front of her with several individual, unopened packages dumped out near it. Looking around more, I now saw what I had missed up to this point. On the floor in front of the glory hole she was servicing were several condoms on the floor which appeared to be used and full of cum. I could only assume the floor directly in front of my glory hole had the same view. My only response was to slip a second finger into her and think, "At least she's practicing safe sex."

Which as I thought it, was completely idiotic of me. My wife of 25+ years was cheating on me with complete strangers and I was just glad she was safe. What can I say? My cock was the dominate brain thinking at that moment and I was enraptured by the sex goddess that was my wife.

My thoughts were interrupted by her voice when she said, "That's it baby, give me all that cum. Give it too me you fucker."

I refocused as she raised up and I saw her arm jacking up and down as a faint groan from the man on the other side of the wall indicated he was loosing a load of jizz into the condom.

When next her hand moved, I saw her drop another used condom onto the floor and lean forward again. She muttered, "Thank you baby" and made kissing noises as I could only assume she was kissing his bare cock.

I'm not sure that made sense, because why use a condom at all, if you're still going to kiss it afterward, but I just watched.

Before I realized it, she pulled her pussy away from my hand, spun back around, inserted a few more dollars into the video machine and sat on the bench staring at the screen. I looked and it was showing a scene where a woman was sucking a bunch of cocks. She glanced at my hole and I pulled away so she couldn't see me. I more felt, than saw or heard, her lean forward toward my hole.

She was the one cheating and here I was, scared shitless that she'd catch me. I saw only her mouth at the hole and she whispered sexily, "Thank you for the fingers honey, are you ready for me to take care of you now?"

With that, her hand came back through the hole and immediately found my hard cock. This time, I let her feel me and made no move to stop her when she pulled my zipper down. I loosened my belt and dropped my pants as I moved closer to the hole. Her tiny hand gripped my cock and pulled me closer until I was through the hole.

She kissed my cock and said, "hello sweetie" and then released my rod. I stayed there obediently and waited for whatever was next. I heard plastic wrapper sounds next door and soon felt a condom being rolled down my cock. I was amazed. It was a much larger turn on than I expected, and especially so because she was unrolling it with her mouth. Fuck, I had no idea how hot my wife could be.

Her tongue lolled around my cock magically while installing the condom and then she pulled off and started stroking me. I felt her shift and then waited patiently as she alternately stroked and sucked my cock. At first, I couldn't understand why she didn't suck me like a wild woman as she'd done the other guy as I watched; then, realization dawned. She was splitting time between me and another cock coming out the other wall.

Realistically, that should've pissed me off, but instead the opposite happened. When her mouth again touched my condom-wrapped cock, I just knew that it had just been on another stranger's cock and I exploded. I thought I'd had some big orgasms the night before, but this was beyond that. It was beyond anything I'd ever done. I groaned loudly and heard her giggle as I maxed out the condom's capacity with a huge load of sperm.

Like she'd done an unknown number of times already, she treated me just like everyone else that day. She pulled the condom off, dropped it on the floor and gave my cock a kiss. I surprised her a little bit when I pressed forward and the head of my cock popped into her mouth. Her only response to my action was to give an extended, "Mmmmmhmmm" before giving the tip one big suck and moving back to finish the business at the other wall.

I was at a loss as what to do next. Did I stay or did I go? Part of me was thinking that it wouldn't be fair to the guys outside if I stayed in here. Then I mentally slapped myself. How fucking stupid am I? She's my wife, I have every right to be there. They are the ones that don't! Still, I fought it. Do I stay? Do I go to the hotel and wait for her to contact me?

Again, even though my cock was spent, I was surprised to find that I was still incredibly turned on. I was flushed, excited and just wanted to watch my wife do these things. Therefore, I opted to stay.

I leaned forward just in time to hear Stacy say, "I hate the way these taste," and watch her drop a used but unfilled condom on the floor.

I didn't have to wonder long what was happening because her head went back down and she started sucking cock again. I knew, I just knew, that now she was sucking a bare cock. I thought, "so much for safe sex," as my cock twitched in the very beginning stages of getting hard again.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was my own fault, because I was the one that pushed my bare cock into her mouth and she might have decided that it tasted much better than condom.

I watched as her finger went back to her cunt and soon she was draining the cock at the other wall. This time though, she was slurping. It was the same slurping sound she made last night when she drained the cum from my balls and swallowed it all down. She cooed and moaned nonstop as, I assumed, she swallowed her first load of cum at the glory hole. All I could do was wonder what I had started.

As she said her goodbyes to the guy next door, she peeked back into my booth and I stood out of sight so she would think the place was empty. I felt like I could always get another go at her mouth if she stayed much longer and I could get fully hard again.

After giving her time to move away from the hole, I peeked back through and she was removing her thong and sitting back down to watch the video and stroke her pussy. Fuck, she's a sexy woman. I watched as her hand rested on the hole in the other wall until a cock poked through. This time, she stroked it idly while watching the video on the screen and fingering herself. She moaned sexily as she worked to bring herself off.

Soon she was stroking the cock through the wall in tempo with her fingering and it was going fast. Within two minutes, the cock in her hand surprised her by jetting out a spurt of cum that flew the length of her arm and hit her face. The first spurt landed squarely on her cheek and the second hit her shoulder and dripped down her chest as the rest covered her hand and arm. She quit fingering herself and immediately put her mouth over the spitting monster. This time, she got on the floor to the side of the hole so I could see her sucking the tool into her mouth.

I felt I could watch this all day when I jumped at a knock at my door. Apparently, the natives were restless. I whispered, "go away" and fed a couple more dollars into the video machine to ensure the manager didn't come in there and kick me out.

There was another knock at the door and a voice said, "Come on man, hurry up, I want a turn."

I leaned in again and said, "Get in the other line. I'm not leaving."

I heard some grumbling and a muttered, "Fuck this shit," and felt satisfied the encounter was over.

Chapter 6 – Unintended Consequences

When next I heard the knock, I started to pull my jeans up and confront the fucker when I realized that the knock wasn't on my door. My initial thought was I'm glad he's harassing the other guy, but when I was about to relax, I heard my wife say, "Occupied, what do you want?"

He was knocking at my wife's door now. I dropped down and peeked through the hole. My wife was standing at her door, with only her boots and miniskirt on while a cock still poked through the other hole.

The guy at her door said, "Open up, the asshole next door won't leave."

She replied, "No, no I'm not letting you in here, wait your turn."

"Come on lady, I'll be in and out. Let me in please," he replied.

"No, please go away," was her response and I hoped it was over.

He was insistent though and this time threatened, "Listen slut, open up or I'll call the cops and tell them you're a prostitute in here."

She blurted, "That's not true!"

He replied, "It doesn't matter if it's true, you'll still get in trouble."

I thought, "Don't fall for it," but it was too late.

She sounded scared now when she responded, "No don't do that, please!"

"Just open up," he said brusquely.

In my head I'm screaming, "No no no!", but I made no move to stop it.

Why I continued to maintain an observation role only, I have no idea. I treated it like I was watching it on screen, rather than in real life. It was all so very surreal.

I continued to do nothing when she assented and opened the door so the man could step into the booth with my half naked wife. He immediately closed and locked it behind him. She was now trapped in there with him.

He said with a lighter tone to his voice, "I would never call the police, but thanks for letting me in. Now, let's get to this."

Without preamble, he dropped his pants and pulled out an impressive cock. He smiled and stared at her expectantly.

She looked nervous as fuck and said, "I suck you the same as everyone else and you leave, right?"

"Of course," he replied with a smile.

At that, she simply squatted and took him into her mouth. No other argument, no other hesitation, just straight to work.

I was blown away. I leaned as close to the hole as I could and saw the guy looking through it at me. He grinned widely and mouthed silently, "Fuck you asshole."

She sucked him like that for about five minutes when he pulled her head from his cock and sat straddling the bench with his back against the hole so I couldn't see anything. Then he said, "get back to it bitch."

I was blocked out, but I heard shifting and the now familiar sucking and slurping noises started up again. She was now sucking a guy right in the booth with her and they were locked in there together.

I tried to ascertain what was happening through the sounds, but for a bit all I heard were the sounds of her sucking. He began talking to her loud enough so I could hear, "Yeah slut, suck that cock. I'm here because the asshole next door wouldn't leave. Apparently, he likes to watch. Do you know him?"

I knew there was no way she could know who I was, unless she just absolutely recognized my cock in the mix of all the others, which I seriously doubted. That was confirmed when she replied with a muffled negative, "unh-uh" noise. I assumed she never stopped sucking his cock when she replied.

He continued the questioning, "So that isn't your husband in there?"

Again with the "unh uh" and then, "My husband is in meetings all day, I won't see him until tonight."

"I see, so you're a dirty slut that sucks strangers' cocks during the day while your husband works," he countered.

She replied, a little breathlessly as she tried to talk and continue her ministrations, "Not usually, this is my first time doing anything like this and when I followed my curiosity, I just couldn't stop... You're cock is gorgeous."

He groaned loudly as she went back to sucking him, "Fuck bitch, you can suck cock," he muttered and was only answered this time with an "mmmmmhmm" noise.

He continued, "I bet your husband is busy as hell right now trying to make a living and you're here acting like a slut."

She whimpered, "Stop it."

"it's true, he's working to keep you happy and you're here keeping all of us happy," he countered.

She sounded pouty when she replied this time, "Stop it, I can't help it, I'm going to quit."

I couldn't understand why a guy would harass a woman giving him a free blowjob, but it became clear soon enough.

Chapter 7 – Realizations

"It's because you're a dirty slut that's why," he said.

She stopped sucking long enough to say, "Noooooo."

"Yes, it's true, because the more I talk about you being a cheating cunt and your husband has no idea, the harder you suck my cock. It's true isn't it?" He queried

This time, all I heard was sucking and then I heard gagging. By the sounds, she was bobbing her head up and down his cock at a furious base and repeatedly slamming his cock into the back of her throat. She was either really turned on or trying to finish him off so he'd leave.

He continued, "Say it slut. You're sucking me even harder now and it's not to finish me off. You're a cunt and love this shit. You're a filthy whore, admit it."

Again, no response, if anything she went faster and harder. I could only imagine her head looked like a blur as it had to be moving so fast.

He groaned and then I heard her stop suddenly, but with an accompanying pop as if her mouth came off his cock with full suction still being applied.

He said, "Say it cunt, tell me you love it."

"Please, don't... don't," she pleaded.

"Say it. You know it's true," he said.

"I... I can't," she whimpered.

"You're pleading, but you can't take your eyes off my cock while you say it. Admit it and you'll enjoy it even more. Go ahead, say it," he commanded.

"I... I... I love it," she finally admitted.

I could hear the satisfaction in his voice when he next asked, "You love what?"

"I love being a dirty slut," she stammered.

He continued, "And it turns you on to be here while your husband is off working. He's clueless and you're now a slut. Right?"

"Yes," she dragged it out like she was getting comfortable with the idea. It sounded like a satisfied, "Yeeeeessss."

I was stunned. I didn't know if I wanted to stab this guy through the hole with whatever I could find in my pocket, or thank him, because surprisingly, hearing my wife's confession made the most erotic feeling of my life wash over me.

"Oh fuck, I like this?" I whispered to myself in surprise, "Does this make me a cuckold?"

The pain of betrayal was there. The anger was real. It ripped through my entire being. I felt it to my very core. It was a conflict of emotions that threatened to render me asunder physically. My world was rocked off of its axis. I tried to rationalize, I tried to put words to the pain. Finally, a word popped into my head and I was surprised to realize it was true. The word was–-exquisite.

Moments after my wife had a realization of her deep seated desire to be a dirty slut, I came to my own realization. I loved it. I loved watching. I loved spying, in fact. I knew that if she realized I was there that she might act differently, but instead I was getting the unfiltered version of her and I was loving it.

How I would feel later? I had no idea, but for now, I was hooked and wanted more.

I was yanked out of my thoughts by a change on the other side of the wall.

Chapter 8 – The Show

"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.

I heard him then knock on Stacy and the stranger's door and say the same thing.

"Keep going," the stranger told her and I saw him pull a wad a one-dollar bills from his pants on the floor and feed the machine.

He had plenty of them, so it looked like he could stay there indefinitely. I, on the other hand, only had about ten left. I didn't know exactly how much time that would get me, but I loathed the idea of leaving the booth for someone else to get into.

I watched as he finished feeding the machine and was back to moving her head up and down. Suddenly, he pressed her face against the wall and stopped there. I heard her slurping and gulping and knew she was swallowing the load of yet another stranger into her stomach.

He muttered, "Good girl, good girl," as she obediently sucked it all down.

She made noises indicating she was happy he was pleased and he removed her head from the cock in the hole and moved it back to his cock. I caught a glimpse of the one in the wall before it was removed and it was about average size like mine. It was the first time I saw the comparison between an average one and the cock of the stranger in the booth. His was very impressive indeed. At least 3-4 inches longer and so big around, my wife's mouth looked stretched when she opened wide so he could continue the assault on her throat. Her fingers couldn't even wrap all the way around the girth of the thing.

I just had to get involved, so I reached my hand through and pressed two fingers into her pussy again. At this point she was apparently ready for anything, because instead of jumping, she pressed eagerly back into me. I began finger banging her and she moaned happily as he pulled out of her mouth and began slapping his big meat stick against her tongue and lips. The adoration in her eyes was apparent and the very exquisite pain returned full force. For the first time, I wondered if I would ever even get my wife back after this.

Soon though, another cock came through the hole on the other side and he pushed her back to it. She didn't even hesitate and started sucking away happily.

Chapter 9 – Ownership

The stranger then reached over and gripped my wrist. Not in a cruel manner, but just to make me stop what I was doing. As I pulled away, Stacy made a frustrated whimper because I'm sure she was about to cum all over my hand. Which was exactly what I was attempting to make her do before the stranger made me stop and ruined it for her.

After shooing my hand away, the stranger began slipping two of his fingers in and out and she began making cooing noises again. I practically had my face pushed through the hole and saw the stranger look at me and smile before straddling the bench behind her.

I had seen enough to know a lot of things at that moment. I knew my wife was out of control in her lust. I knew that she had moved from sucking condom-covered cocks and dropping them on the floor full of jizz to sucking bare cocks and drinking the cum down. I knew that she was enraptured by this stranger and would likely do anything he said. Yet, I was still stunned when he lined his big cock up with her pussy and began working himself inside of her.

At first, she made no notice that it was anything other than fingers, but when the crown of his manhood went in past her lips, she pulled off the cock she was sucking and gasped.

"No, no, no," she pleaded, "I'm only sucking cock!"

His answer was to grip her waist and continue to press into her delicious hole. I had the perfect view as I crouched lower in my booth to see him enter her. I had fucked her for many years, but this cock was so much larger than mine that I'm sure she felt like it was the first time she'd ever been fucked. She'd always enjoyed my cock; it's not like I'm tiny, or even small. My cock just wasn't as big as this stranger's.

She gasped, not in horror but in pleasure, "Oh fuck!"

He asked confidently, "Are you sure you want me to stop?"

"Oh God, oh God, I wasn't going to fuck today. Oh fuck, it feels so good!" She replied.

I could hear the grin in his voice when he asked again, "So, slut wife of some unknowing asshole, do you want me to take my cock out of your tight married cunt or not?"

He pushed in a little more as he spoke, making her put both hands on the wall in front her and start moaning even louder than the running video machine.

Her next reply was half-hearted, at best, "You're wearing a condom, right?"

It hit me like a shovel in the face. He wasn't wearing a condom! I figured he'd lie at this point, but he apparently knew the control he held over her. His response was to pull out about two inches and push in a little deeper, she was shaking uncontrollably at this point and the sounds of her gasping only indicated she was feeling extreme levels of pleasure. At this point, he had about two-thirds of his cock buried into my wife.

He then said, "No cunt, I don't have on a condom. You're a slut wife, act like a slut wife. I can pull out if you want, but..."

He pushed in more and said maliciously, "You don't want me to, do you?"

I couldn't really see around him, but between his and her legs I thought I saw her nod her head like she wanted him to pull out.

He said, "Really? Okay then, but I think I'll stop now."

With this he started pulling out until only the tip was inside of her beautifully stretched vagina.

He did know her better than me, because she began to plead, "No, no, no, don't stop! Please, fucking God, don't stop!"

He stayed perfectly still with only the head of his cock in. He may have moved in a little bit and then pulled back out, but just enough to tease her.

He mockingly said then, "Oh, so now you want me to fuck you? Without a condom?"

"Yes, yes, please just fuck me. Fuck me right fucking now!" She gasped.

"Even without a condom, that would make you a huge slut. You don't even know my name," he replied.

"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!" She practically screamed.

He wouldn't relent, he continued to force her to face what she'd become when next he said, "Tell me what you are."

She knew what he wanted and she was willing to give it when she replied, "I'm a slut wife, I have a husband, he's working, and I'm sucking and fucking other men. I've never had a cock like yours and I want you to fuck me now. Fuck me without a condom, fuck me hard, I don't care, just fuck me!"

He pushed in a little deeper and asked, "What is your husband's name."

She replied immediately, "Aaron, his name is Aaron."

His voice was rough with lust when he said, "Aaron is your small-cocked husband, but who owns this cunt?"

She practically screamed, "You! You own it! I don't know your goddamned name but you own me now!"

He snarled, "Suck the cock in front of you whore!"

Without hesitation I saw her sink her head back onto the cock on the other side of the wall. The stranger pushed her head against the wall and then I saw him pull his cock out to just the head.

Without warning, he tensed his entire body and slammed every inch of his massive meat pole into my wife's tight cunt. I watched it resist the entire way, but I saw that he had the leverage and he gave no quarter. My mouth fell open when his balls slapped up against her clit. He was hitting depths inside of her that hadn't ever been touched by me. Other than c***dbirth, this was the first thing that had ever filled her vagina so completely.

I heard her try to scream, but she couldn't because her throat was full of cock and he wasn't letting her up for air. I thought the scream was from pain, but my focus on their conjoined genitals told me the true story. Instead, she was having the largest orgasm of her entire life.

I watched in amazement as the lips of her cunt convulsed rapidly around his shaft and her body shook like she had 10,000 volts of electrical current going through her. This must have lasted a solid two minutes before the spasms ended and her spent body tried to collapse underneath him.

He had made her cum wholly without clitoral stimulation, which is another thing that I had never been able to do. He had bested me at sex his very first time in her pussy. I felt like the lesser man, but again the pain was, somehow, marvelous and just heightened my excitement.

He didn't let her collapse and wrapped a strong arm under her tummy to lift her back up onto her knees and let her head go. She pulled off the cock on the wall, whimpering and muttering nonsensically. I could've sworn I heard her tell him that she loved him, but that was when he took his turn.

He pulled his cock back and then slammed back into her again, but this time he did not stop. He took long, hard strokes and fucked her with a vengeance.

He told her to take care of the cock coming through the wall, but the way he was hammering her, she couldn't do anything other than wrap a hand around it and try to stroke it while he plowed her deeper and harder than she had ever experienced before.

Apparently, the guy on the other side of the wall was turned on too, because just her stroking him was all it took for him to cut loose with several large spurts of cum. It was hard for me to see this, but I saw cum flying and as Stacy hung her head low trying to breathe, I saw more of it dripping off her chin. The guy must have painted her with sperm.

I was stroking my cock in speed with the stranger fucking my wife. By then, I was sitting on the filthy floor of my booth with my eyes pressed against the hole and stroking a cock that hadn't been this hard for so long in many years. I know for a fact that I'd never cum so many times straight, not even as a teenager with a fixation on masturbation. Consequently, that just led to more embarrassment when I still reached orgasm a good two to three minutes before the stranger. Even with him having the benefit of an extremely wet and tight vagina wrapped around his big member, he was able to last longer than I.

During that short time period, immediately after my release of sexual tension, I felt the pain and betrayal again. At that moment, I hated the entire thing so very very much. My wife was now loudly begging him to bang her married cunt and take what was his. The words coming from her mouth were like nothing I'd ever heard in our raunchiest of sex sessions.

He asked her, "I'm gonna cum you worthless married slut. Where does you husband want me to cum?"

Between ragged pain and pleasure breaths she replied, "He wouldn't want this at all, he would divorce me!"

If she only knew how wrong she was.

His response was, "Do you care slut? My cock is more important than years of marriage right?"

It hurt again when without hesitation she replied, "Yes, yes, your cock is the best, you own my cheating married cunt!"

He smacked her ass and asked again, "Then where does your small dicked, loving husband want this huge cock to cum?"

She moaned, "That small cocked bastard would want a real man to cum in my cunt! Fill my married cunt up with real man sperm!"

He just laughed and smacked her ass again before growling, "Good answer bitch."

Unbelievably, upon hearing them belittle me so, my cock was approaching full hardness again. I watched as the stranger stroked her cunt several more times and then slammed home one final time.

He was holding firmly onto her tiny waist with his member fully ensconced inside of my wife when I saw his big testicles begin contracting with orgasm. He unloaded unknown amounts of sperm into my slut wife. The first sperm other than mine in our entire relationship. I was both devastated and exhilarated.

About the third pulse of his big cock, she moaned, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again, I'm cumming you big cocked bastard!"

Her body shook in an uncontrolled spasm again, which I'm sure milked even more cum out of his huge balls. That is, if the way he groaned was any indication whatsoever.

He came so much that I saw some of it squeeze past their connected sex organs between convulsions and begin to drip onto the bench below. He held her up until he was done shooting every last drop into her womb and then he let her waist go. She had no strength left and collapsed onto the bench straddling it.

He stepped off the bench and again made eye contact with me asking, "That was a good show, right asshole?"

I could not talk. My wife was lying face down on the bench with her arms and legs hanging loosely on either side. Her face, breasts, tummy and cunt pressed against a bench. Her cunt was absolutely destroyed. It was gaped wide open and leaking huge amounts of juices. I couldn't know the thoughts going through her head, but the noises she made could only be described as cooing. There was no way misinterpret the facts. She was in heaven.

She didn't move when a hand came out of the other wall's hole and began to grope her gorgeous body. Though, I saw her gaping vagina spasm slightly a few times as if the touch brought on another mini orgasm. She had been cooing nonstop so it was difficult to tell.

It occurred to me then that I also had no idea what kind of sex drive my wife actually had. I'd always thought she was a one and done girl, but if this is any indication of the truth, then I had been neglecting her needs for years.

I almost laughed again when I realized that I was blaming myself for this when she was the one cheating. Couldn't she just have told me she needed more? The big question is; did she even know before today that she needed more? I believe the latter is closer to the truth than the former. I believe our brief visit to this very store last night awakened something inside of her that neither of us knew existed.

I know she bought a box of condoms and brought them with her, so this was planned on her part. Nevertheless, I have no idea what drove her here without telling me first. Maybe, like me, the thoughts made her a little sick and ashamed to feel this way. Maybe, we're both in the same boat where this is concerned. Both of us disgusted by it, but also loving it so very much.

Chapter 10 – Call Me, Not Maybe

Those were thoughts for later though when I again focused and saw that she gave no protestation at all when the stranger opened her purse, and took her phone out. She freely mumbled the passcode when asked, and he spent about 2 minutes tapping away on the screen.

When he dropped it back into her purse, he took a ten-dollar bill from her purse and fed it into the machine. I had no idea it would take larger bills. That was good information. Again, a stupid thought at a stupid time.

He patted her ass and said, "I put my number into your phone. You will find it and call me. Oh yeah, and you missed a text from your husband."

With that he began dressing as she laid there without acknowledging his words, just moaning and slowly coming back to her senses.

I couldn't take my eyes off her cunt and couldn't hold back my urges any longer. I reached through my hole and began rubbing her messy sex. Her vagina was burning hot, puffy and soaked with their sex juices. It felt electric to my touch.

The stranger took his time dressing while the hands from the two glory holes explored my wife. With a final look at her, he stepped over her body on the bench, unlocked the door and walked out. He didn't say another word to me or even acknowledge my existence when he left. Of course, there was no reason he should. After all, he had no idea that I was really her husband, whom he had just successfully cuckolded; and at the same time, made Stacy and me love it.

Chapter 11 – Mistakes Were Made

Me and the stranger in the other booth continued to rub my wife as she came back to her senses. About the time I thought she'd recovered enough to get up and leave, her booth door opened again.

"Uh oh," I thought, "she didn't lock it."

Of course, she hadn't. She was on an entirely different planet after that fuck and the last thing on her mind was trivialities, such as locking the door behind the stranger who now owned her cunt.

She was starting to rise at the interruption, when a new man stepped in. He eyed her up and down as she stood shakily from the bench to face him. I can imagine his thoughts. A medium height, auburn haired beauty, with rumpled hair, smeared makeup and cum dripping from her face, chest and legs. The stench of sex permeated the air in and around the booth.

He must have approved, because he gripped her shoulders, turned her around and applied pressure to indicate she should get to her knees. I'm not sure if she went willingly or was just too weak to stand on her own yet, but she complied.

He bent her over the bench so her face was toward the video screen and her ass toward the door. In fact, he didn't even close the door. Rather, he just dropped his pants, got on his knees behind her and rammed inside of her.

She protested weakly, apparently still half out of it, "No, no, no."

But he didn't stop. Instead he fucked her hard and fast until her breathing changed and she was moaning loudly again.

She went from "No, no, no" to "More, more, more."

He wasn't as big or good as the stranger, but she seemed to no longer care. He fucked her for only two to three minutes before he groaned and added his load to the stranger's.

He quickly backed away, pulled up his pants and left. The door was still open, so the next guy just walked in and repeated the process.

At this point, I was beyond numb. It had already gone so far, but this... this thing right here, I should've stopped, right? I should've stopped the men and confronted my wife. I should've done anything other than what I did.

However, instead of stopping it all, I got up, opened my booth door and joined the line outside. The booth on the other side had emptied out too and there were now two lines forming to either side of my wife's open booth door.

From my count, I was the sixth man to fuck her in that position, not including the stranger who had first fucked her. As the ones in front of me fucked her, she got further into it and coaxed them along, begging them to use her married slut cunt while her small-cocked husband was at work.

She had definitely embraced her new role. Even with men who had no idea what it meant. Several of them were even smaller in size than me, but still she stayed in character. Looking back now, I'm sure she was still dreaming it was the big cocked stranger.

I would like to say that when my turn came I fucked her for half an hour, savagely taking out my anger and frustration on her, while making her cum nonstop the entire time. Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way.

I got on my knees behind her and pushed into her gaping, cum drenched cunt. She said the same things to me as the others, having no idea that it was her