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It all started innocently enough; it had been a very warm day, so after dinner, we went for a walk along the beach.
It was a beautiful night, balmy and not a breath of a breeze, and so we ambled along for quite a distance before turning to go back home. Some way along, my wife Margie decided that she needed the toilet, and so, knowing that there were change rooms and toilets spaced at intervals all along the beach road, we made our way over the dunes and found a toilet block.
Everything was quiet and there was no sign of anyone about, but Margie hesitated upon going into the toilets, "do you think it's safe," she said, "after all, you do hear about creeps hanging around sometimes." I tried to reassure her, but she wanted me to go inside with her. "I'm not going into the ladies," I told her; in reality I had no problem with it, but it had occurred to me that it would be sexy if I could get Margie to go into the 'men's'. I grabbed her hand and led her around to the other side of the toilet block, and took her inside the gents.
She held back nervously as we went in through the door, but once inside, and there being no one about, she relaxed and we went together into one of the booths. Margie hitched her dress up and slipped her panties down. In a moment I heard her piss streaming into the bowl, then moments later she stood up and was pulling her panties up again. I pulled her towards me and began kissing her, and at the same time slipped my hand down and began fingering her cunt. She gave a bit of a giggle, and cuddled into me and responded to my kisses. Next I felt her hand fondling my hard cock bulging beneath my shorts. We only did this for a couple of minutes, then she said, "come on, let's get out of here before someone comes." I went along with this, and shortly we were back down on the beach, and continuing on our way home.
The weather stayed hot, and so the next night after dinner, I again suggested that we go for a walk along the beach, to which Margie readily agreed.
I had it in mind to try to get her to repeat the sexy episode in the men's toilet, and so when we came near to the same toilet as the previous night, I asked if she'd like to be daring again. She seemed to hesitate a moment, then replied that "perhaps it's a bit early, there might be men about."
I took this as a positive sign that she was keen to do it again, and so I was happy to keep walking on, in the expectation that on the way back, she'd be willing to again go into the men's toilet block.
My expectations weren't disappointed, we walked on a short way and then turned back. Coming to where we would have to go up off the beach to the toilet block, we turned without a word and going over the dunes once more came out at the right place. Glancing about, everything looked quiet, even though it was quite a bit earlier than on the previous night. "It looks safe," Margie said excitedly. I agreed, and we quickly slipped into the men's and into one of the booths. Margie was giggling excitedly as we dashed in and closed the door. I immediately turned to her and reaching up under the short skirt that she wore, I pulled her panties down around her knees and began feeling her cunt. Margie bent down and pulled her panties right the way off, one leg at a time. I took her panties from her and stuffed them into the pocket of my shorts, and then started kissing her, at the same time fingering her juicy and slippery cunt.
The little slut was so hot for it, and I must admit that I was too. I left off fingering her cunt, and started instead to feel up her tits. She stepped back a fraction and with difficulty in the small space, wriggled out of her dress. Moments later, I'd undone her bra, and she was completely naked.
We kissed and kissed passionately, at the same time fondling and groping each other. I pushed the door open a little, but she gasped, "careful, what if someone comes."
I was so hot and excited that I was wishing that someone would come and see us. "Just a moment," I told her, and slipped out of the booth and across to the doorway of the toilet block. Looking out, all was quiet. I slipped back to where Margie was standing naked and anxious. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the booth into the general floor space in front of the urinals. "You look so gorgeously sexy," I said softly.
Pushing her gently towards the wash basins, I told her to bend over and lean on one. It was immediately obvious to her what I wanted. I was already behind her and holding her hips. I located my cock and slid forward into her wonderfully slippery cunt. She was panting in excitement and I fucked and fucked and fucked her right there out in the center of the toilets.
I was so excited that I could have pumped my load of cum into her straight away, but I kept holding myself in check. After some minutes I just had to stop or it would have all been over. Margie was still clutching her dress in her hand, and she shook it out and slipped it back on. "Come on, let's get out of here before someone comes," she giggled happily, and we left the toilet block and made our way back home.
We kept up this game. fairly regularly, over the next few weeks. As was bound to happen, a guy came into the toilets one night, but luckily we were in the booth at the time, and as soon as he also went into one, we quickly slipped out and hurried off. About this time though, I began to think of possibilities.
I began to check out all of the toilet blocks all along the beach road; the ones closest to home first, but as I didn't find what I was looking for, I gradually expanded my search. Eventually I found what I wanted; it was a toilet block situated in a narrow strip of parkland, with a handful of parking bays, at the rear of a small cluster of shops.
The next step in my scheme was to educate Margie in a certain direction. We occasionally watched porn videos together, and I now began to search for suitable glory hole vids. Most were just commercial set-ups, but eventually I got hold of several amateur, toilet glory hole videos.
I waited till a suitable time, then Margie and I sat watching the videos of the sluts sucking cock through the toilet glory holes. "What a pity that our beach toilet doesn't have one of those holes," I said in a half joking manner.
"Just as well that it hasn't," Margie said, in a definite sort of a manner.
"Why, would you be tempted to use it," I quickly retorted, still making it sound like a joke. Margie squealed with laughter, and I let the matter drop, hoping that it had given her something to think about.
Later on, when we were in bed playing, I waited till she was sucking on my cock, then I laughed and said, "just imagine that it's someone's poking through a glory hole at you.
Nothing came of this last comment of mine, but I was happy that I'd taught Margie something new in the world of sex.
After that, I decided that I could do nothing more, than to actually try her out, and see what her reaction was. Subsequently, I waited till a nice warm and balmy night, then, about nine o'clock, I asked if she was in a mood to go to the toilet block. Thinking no doubt, of the walk there and back, she suggested that it was perhaps a bit late. "Actually," I said, feeling a bit nervous about how she might react, "I was thinking to take you to another toilet block that I know of, and we'd need to drive there."
Margie looked at me a bit blankly for a moment, but then it must have dawned on her that I had something more than our usual fun in store. Whether she realized that it was a glory hole that I'd found, I don't know. She now looked quite eager as she asked, "you're sure that it's safe."
"What shall I wear." she asked, walking to her wardrobe. "Just something to get on and off easily," I replied.
We were ready in just a few minutes, and on our way. It was about a twenty minute drive to get there, and we didn't talk at all, both lost in our own thoughts.
"Here's the place," I said, as I pulled into one of the parking bays alongside another parked car. I was so excited, but also a little nervous, and I could tell that Margie was also. "You're sure it's safe," she again repeated. I reassured her, but I could tell that she was in two minds about it all. "There's another car here," she said meekly.
I got out of the car and was happy to find that Margie followed my example. We walked the short distance to the toilet block. Outside the entrance to the 'ladies' I told her to wait while I checked out the 'men's'. I walked along and went in. The glory hole was between the last two booths, and I could see that the door to the last one was closed. I walked across and went just inside the adjoining booth. The glory hole was about nine or ten inches square, cut into the thin panel wall, and at a glimpse I could see that the guy had his pants down around his ankles, his knees spread wide, and that he was slowly stroking his magnificent, hard cock. I turned and went back out to fetch Margie.
Re-entering the 'mens' with Margie close behind me, I heard her give a little gasp when she saw that one of the booths was occupied. She stood transfixed for a moment, and I had to give her hand a light tug forward to get her to move. We went forward and I pushed my wife into the booth. Margie just stood there gazing down at the large hole in the wall, through which she could no doubt see the guy's cock being stroked up. I reached down, and taking the hem of her light, skimpy dress, I pulled it up over her body, and was thrilled to find Margie lifting her arms to facilitate its removal. I had her panties down and her bra off in a moment, and when I glanced back at the glory hole, I could see the guy's face there, gloating through the hole at my naked wife. I turned her about and this way and that, exhibiting every aspect of her nakedness. My plan had been for Margie to suck a cock through the hole, but the guy came out to the door and squeezed in with us and started mauling Margie's tits, down over her naked waist, belly, her thighs and then his hands reached her cunt. "Fuck! She's beautiful, who is she?" I answered proudly that she was my wife.
I pressed Margie's shoulder downwards, "get down and suck him," I told her. She didn't hesitate and was straight away sucking lovingly and deeply on his lovely, hard cock.
I watched with delight for a moment, then bent down and began fondling her tits. Margie was giving herself totally and utterly to us.
"Can I fuck her," the guy asked me. In a minute she was bent over sucking my own raging cock, while the guy was behind her, gripping her hips and fucking her dog style for all he was worth. He didn't last long, just a few minutes before he tensed up, and driving his cock right the way into my wife, held her as he groaned in delight as his cum gushed deep into her body.
Having satisfied himself, the guy quickly dressed, asking as he did so, when we could meet again. He gave me his phone number, with my promise that he could have her again in the future, then he hurried away.
It was only after he was gone that we closed the door of the booth, which had been wide open while all of that was going on. I was so wound up that I was wishing that other men would come and fuck my wife, but none did in the short time that it took her to get her dress on and for me to follow as she hurried back to the car.
In the car, Margie now relaxed. "Oh wow!" she exclaimed. "You sex maniac. Fancy making me do that," she gasped. I laughed, "who's the sex maniac," I countered.
Neither Margie nor myself had any regrets for starting off on this path of sexual debauchery, and it's been many, many different men who have fucked and been sucked off by her. We never bothered to go back to our original site of the toilet at the back of the beach; glory holes, and adult movie houses became our preference instead.
It was a beautiful night, balmy and not a breath of a breeze, and so we ambled along for quite a distance before turning to go back home. Some way along, my wife Margie decided that she needed the toilet, and so, knowing that there were change rooms and toilets spaced at intervals all along the beach road, we made our way over the dunes and found a toilet block.
Everything was quiet and there was no sign of anyone about, but Margie hesitated upon going into the toilets, "do you think it's safe," she said, "after all, you do hear about creeps hanging around sometimes." I tried to reassure her, but she wanted me to go inside with her. "I'm not going into the ladies," I told her; in reality I had no problem with it, but it had occurred to me that it would be sexy if I could get Margie to go into the 'men's'. I grabbed her hand and led her around to the other side of the toilet block, and took her inside the gents.
She held back nervously as we went in through the door, but once inside, and there being no one about, she relaxed and we went together into one of the booths. Margie hitched her dress up and slipped her panties down. In a moment I heard her piss streaming into the bowl, then moments later she stood up and was pulling her panties up again. I pulled her towards me and began kissing her, and at the same time slipped my hand down and began fingering her cunt. She gave a bit of a giggle, and cuddled into me and responded to my kisses. Next I felt her hand fondling my hard cock bulging beneath my shorts. We only did this for a couple of minutes, then she said, "come on, let's get out of here before someone comes." I went along with this, and shortly we were back down on the beach, and continuing on our way home.
The weather stayed hot, and so the next night after dinner, I again suggested that we go for a walk along the beach, to which Margie readily agreed.
I had it in mind to try to get her to repeat the sexy episode in the men's toilet, and so when we came near to the same toilet as the previous night, I asked if she'd like to be daring again. She seemed to hesitate a moment, then replied that "perhaps it's a bit early, there might be men about."
I took this as a positive sign that she was keen to do it again, and so I was happy to keep walking on, in the expectation that on the way back, she'd be willing to again go into the men's toilet block.
My expectations weren't disappointed, we walked on a short way and then turned back. Coming to where we would have to go up off the beach to the toilet block, we turned without a word and going over the dunes once more came out at the right place. Glancing about, everything looked quiet, even though it was quite a bit earlier than on the previous night. "It looks safe," Margie said excitedly. I agreed, and we quickly slipped into the men's and into one of the booths. Margie was giggling excitedly as we dashed in and closed the door. I immediately turned to her and reaching up under the short skirt that she wore, I pulled her panties down around her knees and began feeling her cunt. Margie bent down and pulled her panties right the way off, one leg at a time. I took her panties from her and stuffed them into the pocket of my shorts, and then started kissing her, at the same time fingering her juicy and slippery cunt.
The little slut was so hot for it, and I must admit that I was too. I left off fingering her cunt, and started instead to feel up her tits. She stepped back a fraction and with difficulty in the small space, wriggled out of her dress. Moments later, I'd undone her bra, and she was completely naked.
We kissed and kissed passionately, at the same time fondling and groping each other. I pushed the door open a little, but she gasped, "careful, what if someone comes."
I was so hot and excited that I was wishing that someone would come and see us. "Just a moment," I told her, and slipped out of the booth and across to the doorway of the toilet block. Looking out, all was quiet. I slipped back to where Margie was standing naked and anxious. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the booth into the general floor space in front of the urinals. "You look so gorgeously sexy," I said softly.
Pushing her gently towards the wash basins, I told her to bend over and lean on one. It was immediately obvious to her what I wanted. I was already behind her and holding her hips. I located my cock and slid forward into her wonderfully slippery cunt. She was panting in excitement and I fucked and fucked and fucked her right there out in the center of the toilets.
I was so excited that I could have pumped my load of cum into her straight away, but I kept holding myself in check. After some minutes I just had to stop or it would have all been over. Margie was still clutching her dress in her hand, and she shook it out and slipped it back on. "Come on, let's get out of here before someone comes," she giggled happily, and we left the toilet block and made our way back home.
We kept up this game. fairly regularly, over the next few weeks. As was bound to happen, a guy came into the toilets one night, but luckily we were in the booth at the time, and as soon as he also went into one, we quickly slipped out and hurried off. About this time though, I began to think of possibilities.
I began to check out all of the toilet blocks all along the beach road; the ones closest to home first, but as I didn't find what I was looking for, I gradually expanded my search. Eventually I found what I wanted; it was a toilet block situated in a narrow strip of parkland, with a handful of parking bays, at the rear of a small cluster of shops.
The next step in my scheme was to educate Margie in a certain direction. We occasionally watched porn videos together, and I now began to search for suitable glory hole vids. Most were just commercial set-ups, but eventually I got hold of several amateur, toilet glory hole videos.
I waited till a suitable time, then Margie and I sat watching the videos of the sluts sucking cock through the toilet glory holes. "What a pity that our beach toilet doesn't have one of those holes," I said in a half joking manner.
"Just as well that it hasn't," Margie said, in a definite sort of a manner.
"Why, would you be tempted to use it," I quickly retorted, still making it sound like a joke. Margie squealed with laughter, and I let the matter drop, hoping that it had given her something to think about.
Later on, when we were in bed playing, I waited till she was sucking on my cock, then I laughed and said, "just imagine that it's someone's poking through a glory hole at you.
Nothing came of this last comment of mine, but I was happy that I'd taught Margie something new in the world of sex.
After that, I decided that I could do nothing more, than to actually try her out, and see what her reaction was. Subsequently, I waited till a nice warm and balmy night, then, about nine o'clock, I asked if she was in a mood to go to the toilet block. Thinking no doubt, of the walk there and back, she suggested that it was perhaps a bit late. "Actually," I said, feeling a bit nervous about how she might react, "I was thinking to take you to another toilet block that I know of, and we'd need to drive there."
Margie looked at me a bit blankly for a moment, but then it must have dawned on her that I had something more than our usual fun in store. Whether she realized that it was a glory hole that I'd found, I don't know. She now looked quite eager as she asked, "you're sure that it's safe."
"What shall I wear." she asked, walking to her wardrobe. "Just something to get on and off easily," I replied.
We were ready in just a few minutes, and on our way. It was about a twenty minute drive to get there, and we didn't talk at all, both lost in our own thoughts.
"Here's the place," I said, as I pulled into one of the parking bays alongside another parked car. I was so excited, but also a little nervous, and I could tell that Margie was also. "You're sure it's safe," she again repeated. I reassured her, but I could tell that she was in two minds about it all. "There's another car here," she said meekly.
I got out of the car and was happy to find that Margie followed my example. We walked the short distance to the toilet block. Outside the entrance to the 'ladies' I told her to wait while I checked out the 'men's'. I walked along and went in. The glory hole was between the last two booths, and I could see that the door to the last one was closed. I walked across and went just inside the adjoining booth. The glory hole was about nine or ten inches square, cut into the thin panel wall, and at a glimpse I could see that the guy had his pants down around his ankles, his knees spread wide, and that he was slowly stroking his magnificent, hard cock. I turned and went back out to fetch Margie.
Re-entering the 'mens' with Margie close behind me, I heard her give a little gasp when she saw that one of the booths was occupied. She stood transfixed for a moment, and I had to give her hand a light tug forward to get her to move. We went forward and I pushed my wife into the booth. Margie just stood there gazing down at the large hole in the wall, through which she could no doubt see the guy's cock being stroked up. I reached down, and taking the hem of her light, skimpy dress, I pulled it up over her body, and was thrilled to find Margie lifting her arms to facilitate its removal. I had her panties down and her bra off in a moment, and when I glanced back at the glory hole, I could see the guy's face there, gloating through the hole at my naked wife. I turned her about and this way and that, exhibiting every aspect of her nakedness. My plan had been for Margie to suck a cock through the hole, but the guy came out to the door and squeezed in with us and started mauling Margie's tits, down over her naked waist, belly, her thighs and then his hands reached her cunt. "Fuck! She's beautiful, who is she?" I answered proudly that she was my wife.
I pressed Margie's shoulder downwards, "get down and suck him," I told her. She didn't hesitate and was straight away sucking lovingly and deeply on his lovely, hard cock.
I watched with delight for a moment, then bent down and began fondling her tits. Margie was giving herself totally and utterly to us.
"Can I fuck her," the guy asked me. In a minute she was bent over sucking my own raging cock, while the guy was behind her, gripping her hips and fucking her dog style for all he was worth. He didn't last long, just a few minutes before he tensed up, and driving his cock right the way into my wife, held her as he groaned in delight as his cum gushed deep into her body.
Having satisfied himself, the guy quickly dressed, asking as he did so, when we could meet again. He gave me his phone number, with my promise that he could have her again in the future, then he hurried away.
It was only after he was gone that we closed the door of the booth, which had been wide open while all of that was going on. I was so wound up that I was wishing that other men would come and fuck my wife, but none did in the short time that it took her to get her dress on and for me to follow as she hurried back to the car.
In the car, Margie now relaxed. "Oh wow!" she exclaimed. "You sex maniac. Fancy making me do that," she gasped. I laughed, "who's the sex maniac," I countered.
Neither Margie nor myself had any regrets for starting off on this path of sexual debauchery, and it's been many, many different men who have fucked and been sucked off by her. We never bothered to go back to our original site of the toilet at the back of the beach; glory holes, and adult movie houses became our preference instead.
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