by Matthew Lee
The bed shifted and hot lips pressed against mine. Several hours had passed but she still tasted slightly salty. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I tasted more salt. Her hand cupped my balls.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, rolling onto her back and pulling me on top of her. “Fuck me like Frankie's going to fuck me.”
She was drenched. I was rock hard and I wasn't gentle. We didn't make love. I fucked her roughly, claiming her, reminding her that no matter what the future held for us, she belonged to me. She understood intuitively and her body responded; pussy juices splashed our legs on every thrust. I pounded her and then bent her legs back and pounded her harder. She came fast and she came intensely. A minute later I blew a massive load far up into her.
I collapsed on top of her, breathing fast. My back was covered in sweat.
“Fucking Hell,” she exclaimed. “If that's what I can expect from you then sign me up.” She hugged my ear to her lips. “I'm going to do it, Mark,” she whispered. “I'm really going to do it. You do understand that?”
“I do.”
I rolled off of her and we both stared at the ceiling.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, giddy.
I continued staring, wondering what I had just done. Minutes ticked by and I regretted my decision more and more. As my orgasm receded, so did my excitement and conviction. An idea formed.
“So,” I said at last. “It's not Frankie, it's his big cock?”
“I promise you.”
“So then any cock that size would work for you?”
She contemplated. “Yeah, but they don't exactly grow on trees. You have another well-hung friend?”
“Actually the friend part is what has me worried. What if it were a stranger?”
“That would be really hot, maybe even hotter, but trust me, Frankie is safer. What if I liked this stranger? What if he were really charming and attractive? Wouldn't that worry you more? Your friendship with Frankie is like a barrier. Plus, he's cocky and irresponsible and that makes him so easy to resist.”
Now it was my turn to contemplate.
“No,” I announced. “With a stranger we walk away and he's gone from our life forever. Frankie will always be around. My gut tells me we are putting our friendship at risk.”
A smile spread across Amy's face. “You know what we are really discussing here? You're saying I can fuck someone else. You're giving me permission to have sex with another man. ”
I froze, unable to speak. I lay there silent and afraid. I had discovered a way around Frankie but run into a new road block.
I panicked. “Amy, I'm so sorry; I take it all back. Can we just forget all of this happened? I feel like we're out of control. This is crazy.”
She waited a long time, long enough I worried she'd fallen asleep. At last she spoke, her voice soft and caring. “Of course, Mark, I understand. We got carried away. I'm sorry. We had our fun, got drunk and took things too far, but it's over now.”
Amy scooted close and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed and she laid her head on my chest. My anxiety melted away, and that was how we fell asleep.
The next day passed without incident. Amy was as loving as always. We worked during the day and had fun watching a movie that night. She was playful and attentive and I detected not one ounce of resentment. If she was upset with me I never saw it.
Life went back to normal. Our encounter with Meagan and Frankie became a dim and distant memory; almost, but not entirely forgotten. We met him again, over a month later, and now a stunning blond, Rachel, clung to his arm. Amy looked disappointed but didn't ask what became of Meagan. She seemed polite but reserved with Rachel. We laughed and talked and hours later said our goodbyes.
Amy stared out the passenger window on the drive home.
“Would you mind if I tracked Meagan down?” she asked as we pulled into our driveway.
“Not at all. Start with The Blue Wave? She was my favorite Frankie-girl.”
She snickered. “Yeah, mine too.”
I kept the car running. She looked at me expectantly.
“I'm not ready for our night to end,” I said. “I'm showered and dressed and you look amazing in that black skirt and white top. We have tomorrow off. Want to do something different?”
“That sounds interesting. What do you have in mind, Sir?”
I back the car out and headed for the main road. Thirty minutes later we were in a seedy part of town. We pulled into the parking lot of the largest adult store in Vegas.
“Yup, that's different.” Amy stated, gazing up at the massive faded blue building.
We'd never been to a place like this but we'd passed it often. Usually one of us would make a joke or a crude comment. Yesterday I had the idea to purchase our first toy and to make it a big one. That way we could at least play at being wild. I killed the engine.
I cleared my throat. “We go inside, look around, maybe buy something, and then run home like frightened children.”
“I like that plan. Have you ever been here?”
“Nope. I have no idea what to expect. Have you?”
“No. Ready?”
We exited the car and Amy took my arm, holding my hand tightly. The man at the door waved me through but asked for Amy's identification. When he was satisfied he waved her through too. Once inside we looked around. There were a surprising number of people here for a Saturday night. Most of them were single males but many of them were couples.
Amy cleared the little gate and headed straight for the replica penises. My eye was caught by a DVD cover showing a hot Catholic schoolgirl and a domineering teacher. My attention drifted from one cover to the next, each girl more beautiful and sexy than the last. I picked up a case which showed three older women all sucking a black penis at the same time and turned it over. Stills from the movie dotted the back and I studied each one in turn. After a while I moved on to my next DVD.
Fifteen or twenty minutes passed before I thought to check on Amy. I glanced at the penis wall and discovered one of the single guys, a tall Spanish looking man, was holding a large dildo and talking to her. They were laughing and she seemed sure of herself so I left her to it. I don't need to run to her rescue if she doesn't need rescuing.
About fifteen minutes later I checked on her again but this time she was gone, and so was the Spaniard. I scanned the floor and saw no sign of her, although I did notice in a corner a staircase leading up to a second floor.
I stepped to the bored clerk and asked where the stairs led.
“Theater, clothing, booths,” he replied, pointing to a large sign on the wall that read; Upstairs: Theater, clothing, booths. I thanked him, embarrassed, and headed for the stairs. On my way up I encountered Amy and the Spaniard on their way down.
“Oh! Good,” she said. “Marco was showing me the second floor. You have to see this, Baby. I love this place. Marco, this is my husband, Mark.”
I gave him the upwards guy-nod and he returned it, but his eyes were disappointed. Amy and Marco turned and headed back upstairs with me right behind them. Marco was big; taller and heavier than me, wearing tight jeans and a dress shirt and work boots. At the top of the stairs the sounds of sex reached our ears from the theater and the small booths. Soft female cries of pleasure and deep male grunting drifted through the air. It was dark up here, barely enough light to see, with most of the illumination coming from a small, red-neon “clothing” sign above a blacked out door on the far wall. Marco took Amy's elbow and he turned her left towards the booths.
“You guys have to see this,” Marco offered, his Spanish accent rolling every word. “This place plays the craziest stuff. Some say they film their own and show material you can only see here.”
Each booth had a monitor which displayed a touch-screen menu, a coin slot, and a tiny room built for two. Marco stepped in first, acting innocent, and Amy followed him. She turned to look at me.
“Come in, Honey, you can fit. It will be tight but you can.”
“Okay,”
I answered and Marco's eyes turned disappointed again.
Problem was, with me in there Amy was pressed up against Marco. If I left she'd be alone with him and if I asked him to leave, I'd feel like an asshole and I knew Amy would feel badly too.
“The video won't start with the door open,” Marco stated in his Spanish accent. I glanced around the booth and stepped back.
“I'll wait right here,” I warned. “Right outside the door.” Marco smiled. Amy kissed my cheek and shut the door. I listened but heard nothing until the video came on inside when muffled sounds of passion reached my ear.
The booth to the right was occupied but the left booth was open. I entered and sat, wondering what to do next. I glanced at the choices on the monitor and I had to admit I was impressed. HD clarity with gorgeous actors and incredible locations, one brunette especially tempted me to drop a coin.
A new trailer began, showing a snow-capped mountain, and the booth was momentarily brightly lit. In the glare I noticed a black plastic disk secured to the wall next to me. I touched it and it moved so I pushed it aside and realized I was seeing into the empty booth opposite me. All the booths were configured like an ice cube tray. Amy and Marco were behind me so to see into theirs, if it had a hole like this one, I'd have to walk all the way around to the booth opposite them. I knew nothing would be going on between them, but I was curious what Marco had selected for her to watch.
I slipped out and circled around but found that booth occupied. Damn! I waited in the dark but nothing happened so I walked back around and waited outside the door for Marco and Amy. Five minutes later their door opened and Amy's head poked out.
“Get in here!” she squeaked, her voice low and strained. She moved aside so Marco could step out. I took his place and she hurriedly shut the door behind me. Before it clicked shut, I noticed Marco was standing guard over our booth.
She was excited. Her big eyes looked into mine.
“Sit,” she ordered, pointing at a small bench. She dropped a coin and took the seat next to the wall. I checked and confirmed this booth had a hidden hole and wondered if she'd noticed. The screen glowed and her movie came on. She stared at the screen so I did too.
“Wait,” she breathed. “Wait...”
Next to her the disk moved and a very average looking, semi-erect penis pushed through. She looked at me in amazement, silently mouthing the words, “Oh my God!” I chuckled.
“They're called glory holes, Honey. I've heard of them.”
“Well I haven't!” she croaked. She lowered her voice. “Men come in here and suck off other men? I'm here so I guess girls come in here too but it's crazy, Mark. Guys will just stick their penis through a hole in a wall? Fucking amazing! A woman would never do something like that. Men are such dogs.”
I chuckled again. “Yeah, guys just want their dicks sucked.”
She turned and looked at the penis hanging inside our booth.
“Marco said there are a lot of these places around town. I didn't believe him.”
She leaned closer to examine the dick; not too thick, not too long, a little too much pubic hair, a little too veiny. She was amazed. Her gaze traveled every inch and she even crouched and looked at it from beneath. A tiny drop of cum formed at the tip.
“Why do I love these things so much, Honey? Why do they fascinate me?”
I have to admit, watching her study this stranger's penis so intently turned me on. My wife's pretty face was only an inch or so away from another man's cock. Strangely, I felt mild disappointment that it was smaller than mine.
“Touch it,” I suggested.
Her eyes flashed at me, full of surprise and then daring. “Okay.”
She lifted the shaft with her palm and the penis jumped at her touch. She pulled the loose skin and tugged more of it through the hole. His balls hung low in a stretchy skin bag and my wife hefted them and rolled them around. He stiffened. She started sliding her hand the length of him and he grew harder still. She stopped and leaned back to look at it.
There was nothing remarkable about it as far as I could see but I'm not a woman at a glory hole. She seemed proud she was making him hard. She cupped his hairy balls with her left hand and began stroking him with her right. He quickly grew red and then purple. She moved out of the way and aimed him at the floor. I got out of the way too.
A minute later he turned deep purple and shot a hot blast of cum at the floor. Amy bit her lip, obviously aroused. She kept jerking and encouraging him to give her every drop, which he did, bolt after bolt.
He shrank as he ran dry and soon withdrew his now wilted penis. The disk swung shut. Amy had semen on her hand and looked at me, wondering what to do. I pulled a tissue from my pocket and handed it to her.
“That was wild!” she gushed. “I can't believe I just did that.” She wiped his cum from her fingers.
“I can't either,” I said. “But I have to say it was hot to watch. You're a very sexy woman, Baby.” Through the wall, I heard our anonymous friend leave the booth. I got an idea.
I stood in front of her and pulled down my zipper. She looked up into my eyes, smiling. I fished around and pulled out my penis inches in front of her face. She licked her lips.
The disk swung aside and a long and bulky penis poked into our little room. It was mostly soft, like me, but about twice my size, which daunted me but also turned me on. I liked that Amy had a big cock in front of her face.
The skin was much darker than mine but not black. It bounced around a little as the anonymous man got himself through the awkward hole in the wall. Amy's eyes were glued to it. She looked up at me expectantly. I wanted my dick sucked so I said nothing. She returned her gaze to our new friend, infatuated.
As before, she lifted the shaft with her palm.
“He's warm,” she whispered. “His skin is almost hot.”
She tugged him back and forth and he swelled, thickening and stretching longer, the head extending until he looked like a much larger version of mine. Amy added her other hand to his shaft and stroked him with double fists. I moved closer until my penis brushed her lips and she sucked me in, bobbing on my head.
She sucked me for a minute but she was clearly distracted by this new toy. He'd grown incredibly hard and thick and Amy slowly gave him more and more of her attention until I slipped from her mouth so she could concentrate on jerking him off.
After a while she used the trick Meagan had shown her and held him at the base, slowly pulling her fist up his shaft. A large drop of fluid formed at the tip. She swiped a thumb over it and used it as lube for the shaft. She repeated the process minutes later. Obviously she was too enthralled with her new friend to return to sucking me so I stepped back to watch, taking my penis in hand and stroking. She looked incredibly sexy.
Her hands moved faster and I saw on her face she intended to make him cum and I was grateful to Marco for guarding the door to our booth since this could take a while. I stepped back from the spray zone as much as I could. I sure didn't want any of this stranger's jizz getting on me. He swelled even bigger and I knew he was close.
“Here he comes, Baby,” I encouraged. “Make him give you every drop.”
His penis was huge and throbbing. Amy had him harder than steel. Her eyes were wide with amazement at his size and power. A huge dollop of semen oozed from the slit, milky white and swirling. This was no pre-cum; this was potent sperm. He must be so close.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Amy gasped, and dropped her mouth over the head, her tongue swirling the head.
I was stunned!
I heard the man moan through the wall as my wife's hot wet mouth enveloped him. Her cheeks dented as she sucked hard, fluttering as her tongue worked him. His penis thrust forward and then again even harder and I heard him groan and then growl loudly. Amy tensed, stroking both hands faster still, and then moaned, “Um uh, um uh, um uh!” as I saw her sucking and swallowing. She was drinking him! He was shooting into her mouth!
His knees bumped and banged the wall an
d his cock turned dark red and Amy sucked really hard, her lips a tight seal around his shaft, as her hands worked the length of him.
My wife was swallowing sperm right in front of me and I was crazy turned on. I was jerking off as fast as I could and exploded all over her as she was finishing him off. My cum landed on her face and in her hair. His too-sensitive penis jerked as she moved her lips to just the tip and I saw her lips part. Her tongue swirled under the slit and her lips closed on him again but before they did I saw a glob of semen fly into her mouth. She sucked him hard one last time, pulling her mouth off with a loud pop, as his penis deflated.
I was supporting myself against the wall when she finally raised her mischievous eyes to mine. The penis withdrew and the disk fell back to cover the hole.
“Sorry,” she lied. “I kind of got carried away.”
I had no idea what to say so I said nothing. I did not want to end this escapade with both of us getting caught so I zipped up to check on Marco, but he wasn't outside our door. Right away I suspected what had happened and I walked quickly around to the other booth. He was just leaving it.
“She's amazing,” he said, shaking his head as he passed me headed back to Amy. I quickly followed him. Amy was just stepping out and Marco took her hand and kissed the back of it. She was confused for a moment until understanding dawned. She laughed and then cast a guilty look at me. Marco kissed her cheek. I took her hand and headed for downstairs and away from him. He was beaming.
“I'm sorry,” she said again, this time meaning it.
“Forget it,” I suggested. “I'm not actually mad and as you saw, it turned me on. I just want some distance between you and that guy you just sucked off.”
As we descended the stairs I thought about how I felt and was surprised only a little jealousy chipped away at me. Mostly I was still turned on. I had no idea where I was leading us and Amy tugged on my hand after a few steps.
“Wait,” she offered. “Go this way.”
She steered us back to the wall of penises where she'd first met Marco.
“Are you okay?” She asked, worried I was upset.
