Date Night With Wife Ends At A Gloryhole
Introduction:
This is more in the vein of fantasy wife does slutty things but it goes too far and when do I regret it. It’s just fantasy. It’s not real. It’s only a story. It’s only a story.
Paula wasn’t the kind of girl who flaunted her looks to people but she looked sensational naked and I enjoyed that privilege. We always had a great sex life but after so many years of being together and now a child taking up so much of our free time, we had to make the effort to keep things fresh between us. Having been together since high school, neither of us was very experienced but liked to joke that she would be a slut if she was single. We actually enjoyed a fair amount of kinky fun in our bedroom but hearing Paula talk dirty like this usually got me going and we would fuck for hours.
When she gets horny and says if she was single she would probably fuck on the second date. For some reason that really does it for me. The idea of my wife ,who I generally respect very much, being easy for some other rando guy, slutting it up and waxing another’s man’s pole was so scandalous. That she could have such little respect for herself or whore herself out was captivating. We have so much fun with this fantasy just dirty talking in the bedroom, but then I get an idea to have some more fun with my pretty little wifey.
I get her in a whorish outfit, something embarrassingly revealing that she bought specifically for the bedroom and tell her I want her to suck me off in the car. Keep in mind that this is a tacky metallic purple strapless tube top and mini skirt combo that are connected over her belly button by a single large gold ring in front and another in the back. The hem was constantly edging up her thighs so she had to pull at it every ten seconds or with every step she took in her six inch impossible hooker heels.
Paula arranged for a babysitter and we made a date for this Friday to go out and have some fun, probably drive out somewhere secluded and fuck around a little. Our teen babysitter needed to be home before eleven tonight which gave us plenty of time for shenanigans.
Paula felt exposed and cheap and preferred she at least wear panties with this hooker outfit but agreed not to at my insistence. Still she wore a big thick winter coat before she even opened the door for the babysitter. It was longer than her dress and had full sleeves.
We were stupid giggling idiots when we left the house in the car and drove off in the night. I found somewhere safe and secluded and dark in a corporate sector of the city occupied by office buildings where there were likely to be few people this late at night and plenty of empty parking lots on site. I pulled up, putting the car in park and tell her to get out of the car.
“I want you to pretend you’re a hooker and I’m your John.
Throwing her jacket in the back seat, Paula looked around to make sure there was nobody around. She gets out and walks around the front of the car. The headlights bounce off her wicked little body as she strutted and twisted her hips provocatively. Her pale skin was creamy smooth and the cold night air made her nipples hard and obvious as they poked through the thin material of her outfit. Sauntering over to my window she bends down smiling and asks, “See anything you like, mister?”
Playfully giving her tits a nice shimmy and shake she giggled, “So you wanna party, or what? For fifty bucks I’ll suck a golf ball through a garden hose.”
I played along, mesmerized by my sexy wife doing her best gum chewing trashy streetwalker impression and said, “What do I get for fifty bucks?”
She pulled down the tube top and let me see her hard pink nipples. “You’re going to get the best head you ever had and maybe I’ll let you play with these…”
I couldn’t take it any more. I told her to get in and to get to work. Paula was thrilled and I was amazed at both how convincing she was and how much I was enjoying my wife as a prostitute.
She left the tube top down and quickly crossed in front of the car again to get in the passenger side while I quickly unzipped to get my cock out by the time she got in again. Wasting no time, Paula wrapped her lips around me and began sucking like a pro.
Closing my eyes while I enjoyed my wife’s warm mouth, I didn’t notice the security guard until he knocked on my window with a flashlight. Shocked and embarrassed to be caught with a dick in her mouth and tits hanging out, my wife pulls up her top and retreats back to the passenger side.
“Roll down your window sir!” He ordered.
His flashlight flicked around the car to see what he could.
He looked to be in his midthirties, with greasy black hair and a private security guard uniform. As he talks to me, he leers at Paula with a sleezy grin and we quickly realize why. “Prostitution is illegal sir. I’m going to need to call this in.” And then to her, “You can’t be whoring here sweetie. This is private property.”
Afraid of being arrested we start to argue, “No, you don’t understand, this is my wife!” I say.
He laughs, “Yeah right. Look, I’ve heard it all before. I saw her get in your car.”
“We were just playing around. Honest! See?” I show him our ids to prove we’re married. “We have the same last name. We were just being stupid.”
He laughs. “Oh shit! I should have known you were hotter than most of the crack whores working the streets around here.” His flashlight lingered on Paula’s chest.
“Okay, well we’re going to leave now.” I move to start the car but he stops me.
“Not so fast Romeo. It’s my job to report this and call the authorities to come down here…” He was clearly power tripping on us.
“Well we could just leave!” Paula was venomous.
“Go ahead. I already have your license plate and your names…” he spat back at her. “But maybe we can make a deal.”
“Like what?”
“Maybe I’ll forget about this entire incident if you pull down your top again and let me get a good, long look.” Neither of us say anything, not knowing what to do until Paula makes the decision for both of us.
“Fine.” She said defiantly as she pulled down the top once more and putting her creamy white skin under his spotlight.
She squints, trying to stare him down but all either of us can see is the bright shine from his flashlight and after a moment she looks away in shame. That’s when we hear the click of his camera phone as he snaps a good picture of my wife’s bare breasts.
She covers up, mad. “What the hell are you…”
“Shut up!” He orders. “You came out here to act like a whore and you got caught. Now let me see them pretty titties again. I’m not finished looking.”
Reluctantly and slowly she shows them again. He tells her to pinch her nipples and squeeze her titties. She doesn’t try to look at him this time, but she does what she’s told.
He laughs after a long minute, “Those are real fuckin’ sweet, baby. You guys get the fuck out of here now.”
He lets us go and as we drive away I ask if she’s okay. Paula puts my hand up her skirt. She is soaking wet and breathing hard. Within two blocks I bring her off on my hand and she creams real easy. I’m aching in my pants now and she shivers and pants as she climaxes.
After five minutes we pass a dirty little xxx bookstore and I pull into their parking lot. Far enough away from the incident now, she dives into my pants and once I’m free she crawls over the gear shifter to straddle me. We fuck in the parking lot. It’s hot and fast and it doesn’t last long. Paula is so horny it’s unbelievable! She was totally charged up and was really doing all the work riding me so hard and fast and dripping wet that we only last minutes before erupting in waves of bliss.
Paula retreated to the passenger side again while we caught our breath, bathed in the neon lights of the smut store in front of us.
I ask if she wants to go in. She says, “okay” warily, but she doesn’t think about it too long either. Adrenaline was pumping now and Paula was enjoying the rush.
And so, dressed like a cheap hooker, she walks in front of me into the greasy little store. I watch the head of every pervert turn to get a good look at her. I wondered if the “freshly fucked” vibe was something they could all sense or if was just me.
I take my wife into the back down a hallway pasted with fliers and posters of naked strippers and porno girls censored by pink stars to cover their nipples. The air is stale and musty like sweat and cum were sprayed on the floor and walls and never mopped up, which was accurate.
We find an open door to a booth and go inside. The walls inside the booth are red and black with all kinds of dirty notes scribbled over them. A hole is cut into the drywall at cock height on one wall and a video machine begs for quarters in front of us in order to show is dirty movies.
I feed a few dollars into the machine and we start to watch the dirty video on the screen.
All I can think about is my wife’s reaction to the security asshole’s demands of her. I repeat what security guard said, “Show me your pretty titties again.”
A smile creeps onto her face and she blushes but she does.
“Pinch your nipples. Squeeze your tits for me.” She is clearly enjoying herself so I ask if she likes being told what to do.
She says she does, “I really like being an obedient whore.”
At those exact words a cock comes through a hole in the wall. It’s about 8 inches long and thick and Paula locks her eyes on it. I wondered if there was somebody on the other side of the wall listening to our conversation or if they were spying on my wife’s perky delicious breasts.
I get behind her and heft her titties in my hands. “Touch it. I know you want to.”
Her hand trembled slightly and the anonymous big cock flexed in anticipation. The moment her hand brushed it lightly we could hear a moan from the other side of the wall.
I pull up her skirt and feel how swollen and wet she is as she gets comfortable touching and embracing her new meat. She strokes it, first slowly, then faster. I push her down and bend her over so she rests her free arm on the wall to keep balance.
Entering her from behind I start to fuck and fuck and fuck her, pushing her closer and closer to the dick. Her face is ever closer to the big cock, inching closer. I wonder if she’s ever been so close to any dick other than mine.
She squeezes it at the base and watches it strain against her grip.
I slam my hips forward again and push her at the big sex weapon now almost touching her face.
She just needs a little push. A little prompting. I give it to her as hard as I can. She opens her mouth as the tip brushes her lips and finds a place for it at the back of her throat.
Her hands lay flat on the wall on either side and she takes it deep with every thrust of my own. A slurping and plunging sound signifies a satisfied john in the other room and my satisfied wife being put to good use in this one. I only know when he finishes because Paula starts to moan as her throat is pasted and filled with his seed and she tries to swallow every drop while cumming on me.
I can’t hold out any longer and decide to unload deep inside her. I loved my wife being a dirty whore like this and fully enjoyed blowing my load, but when she turned around for a kiss I had to stop her. I just didn’t think I could kiss her while she still had another man’s cum on her lips. We had topped ourselves twice in one night and we we also are immediately embarrassed too and feel the need to get out of here and head home.
We clean ourselves up briefly and decide to leave. Exiting the booth we see the security guard from earlier getting out of the booth next to ours. The same fucking guy!
He laughs. Seeing the look of shock on our faces he says, “I saw your truck in the parking lot. I drive past this place every night on my way home. Never been inside before but I figured it was worth looking into. Glad I did…”
I tried to speak up briefly, “Alright. You had your fun. Now…”
But this guy knew he had the upper hand here. “I could do a lot with your names, license plate and that photo if I wanted to…”
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I think you know.” He never even looked at me. “You got a taste, now I want you to give it all up for me in that booth while hubby waits outside.”
Standing between us, Paula, with her hand behind her back, feels how hard I am through the crotch of my pants. She knows how I feel. I know she wants this torrid disgusting affair to happen and she knows that at least one part of me wants it too. I don’t see what I can say.
She leans back into me and turns her head to look up with a mocking dead pan taunt, “Guess I’m going to fuck on the first date.”
Then Paula stepped back into the center booth with the still unnamed security guard with the eight inch cock and closed the door behind them.
She tells me afterwards what happens. He tells her to show those titties. He takes more photos and then fucks her silly.
She tells me that she wanted to fuck it the moment it touched her lips. He puts her ass up on the counter ledge and spreads her legs. He gets between them and starts to fuck her. She told me he was bigger than me but she was so wet that he still slid in fairly easily. At the time she was very embarrassed about it. So much that she came on him rather quickly. Paula told me that he fucks her differently because he fucks her like she isn’t a person, like she’s just a sex object.
He makes her cum and then makes her suck him off bent over so that her pussy is right up against the hole. She came on every cock that stuck her through the hole from the sheer thrill of it, whether they were big or not, whether they lasted long enough was never a concern. Every time they came inside her and she felt their load run down her quivering thighs. I knew how many that was because they all passed me in the hallway to enter the booth next ours. Unbeknownst to me earlier, when you enter the center booth, a blue light comes on in the store to let the “customers” who are browsing know that there is some dirty slag in the gloryhole. I counted the seven same perverts who were all milling around when we came in, including the guy behind the counter. They all had given Paula the once over when we came in and then they all walked past me to take turns shooting their loads into my wife. Each of them came out with a smug look on their face, one even laughed.
When the door finally opened again, it was Paula but completely naked. Instead of being ready to come home she is standing there freshly fucked. She reminds me that the babysitter needs to go home soon. That I should go pay her and let her go home. .
“Is that okay?” she feigned a mock innocence. “Don’t worry about me, Jeff is texting a few friends that he owes money to. I’m paying our citation for public indecency. He’s calling it my Community Service. He’s such a prick.”
I wasn’t prepared for this, but I thought it was obvious that she then had to come with me because I had the car. Instead she told me to grab a taxi and she would drive herself home once they were finished with her for the night.
She rubbed me through my pants again and I was hard as a rock, of course, “I can’t believe how horny I am being so gross! And I’m getting so sore, but its a good hurt, you know?”
Then she moved in quickly and started kissing me with her cum breath and whore sweat and I gave in and actually came in my pants right there. Paula laughed a little now that she had my physical admission of how much I was enjoying this all. “You better get going home. I have to go get royally fucked like a dirty whore.”
Jeff yelled from inside the booth, “Alright, enough chit chat. Get back in here and sit on this.”
She smiled before returning to her booth and closing the door behind her.
The entire cab ride I was trying to think of what kind of excuse I could give the babysitter about why my wife didn’t come home with me tonight. I couldn’t tear my mind off the real reason she was out later than me, in a bad part of town, in an adult sex toy store, in the back room gloryhole with random guys and her new pimp… and I was getting hard again.
