How our Halloween 2019 turned ‘my’ gloryhole fetish into ‘our’ gloryhole fetish [Group] [Long] Part II

This is a continuation of my [first post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qc4rf4/how_our_halloween_2019_turned_my_gloryhole_fetish/). I tried not to spare any details, but I know some folks hate long stories.

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She moved back to face the other side of the wall, and got into position to take on the Hispanic cock now sticking through the wall. I saw the older guy had taken the spot int the other booth now. He looked fairly clean, I would say some form of middle management job. Still, the type of guy to be at an adult bookstore at 1:30 in the morning, but by that token, so were we now. Megan grabbed the light brown, uncircumcised cock sticking through the wall with her hand and started to jack him off while teasing the head with her tongue and lips. I was surprised she was going to rub another guy’s cum into a guy’s shaft, but there’s a lot that surprised me about that night.

That’s when I realized it wasn’t the same hand she had spit into, as *that* hand had moved back between her legs, the pool of cum and saliva still in place. As she rubbed the cock with her left hand, sucking on the head and again sliding her tongue between the head and foreskin, she brought her right hand up past her still dripping wet pussy, and let the pool of cum and saliva slide off her fingers, most now pooling again her asshole before bringing the rest down to her pussy and again fingering herself. She fingered herself with two and sometimes three fingers before bringing those dripping wet fingers up to her ass. Ass play was something we indulged in from time to time. More frequently earlier in our relationship, but even after kids, it would still be a featured event a few times a month, give or take. Usually in the form of fingers in her ass during oral, but even full-on penetration would make an appearance a dozen or so times a year. That was frequently enough that saliva was usually enough lubrication to make penetration successful.

I was so focused on the two fingers now penetrating her ass with the 18-year-old’s cum and her spit that I had completely forgotten to see what she was doing with the cock protruding from the wall. She hadn’t forgotten about him though, and when I did turn my attention to that, I saw that she was expertly stroking while sucking, employing a twisting motion with her hand, coupled with a synchronized effort with her mouth. Back at the other hole, however, the older gent next door had gotten the hint and was reaching in to play with Megan’s pussy. I always assumed that older guys had the benefit of experience making a woman cum and knew to focus on the clit, but he either hadn’t picked up that lesson, or took too much of a lead from Megan’s own self-touching earlier, as when I looked closer, he was three knuckles deep with three fingers while she was similarly engaged in her own ass.

Given my vantage point, I was able to see her clit was swollen and throbbing, so thought I would lend a hand and see if we couldn’t get her over the hump as a team. When my finger first touched her, it was like an electric jolt, and she immediately moaned on the cock in her mouth. I tried to tease just a bit around it, not the easiest with the pumping going on adjacent to me. Megan was clearly taken with it, though, and began to do the rapidly pumping deepthroat to this cock in a manner similar to what she was doing earlier.

Again, the gagging sounds she was making were turning me on, and my own cock, which I hadn’t put away, was bobbing with my own precum starting to leak. The hispanic’s cock didn’t stand a chance, and as Megan reached another climax, I heard the knock and her combo moaning and gagging turned more into a gagging sound. I looked up to see she was pushed fully against the gloryhole and I could see that his cock and crotch were pressed fully against his corresponding side. He was balls deep against her lips and chin, and was cumming full-steam. The glug glug sound was reminiscent of one of our kids trying to chug Gatorade after a soccer game, and I could only hope that this was Megan’s choice to take that load this way. When he finished, he too pulled out and our older finger-fucker next door removed his fingers from my wife’s still engorged, but slightly worse for the wear, pussy.

I really felt I needed to do a status check on Megan. She had immediately turned her attention to the older gentleman, who was just nearly fist deep inside her, and the most recent cumshot she took hadn’t even passed across her tongue to my knowledge. Was she still okay with all of this, or had we gone too far? I looked at my watch and said, “Megan, babe, it’s 1:36, are you still doing okay?” “Yeah, I’m getting a little tired, but I’m having fun. Do you want me to stop?” “No, if you are okay, I’m okay, I just wasn’t sure when we should call it.” “Can you text the babysitter and see how much longer she can stay?”

So I did exactly that. We were quite the picture I’m sure. Her, a slutty lion tamer, skirt pulled up mid-waist at this point, breasts now released from the demi-cup push up bra that was barely containing them at the start of the night, and the vest/jacket she was wearing barely holding itself together while she was attempting to get the half-mast cock of a 50 year old unknown man hard enough to finish. Me, a ringmaster with his cock out, still hard, by the way, texting their teenage babysitter asking if she could stay a bit longer.

While I waited for that reply, I watched Megan re-double her efforts at getting him hard. She was sucking him, licking him, jacking him off. She even brought her mouth down further and took one and then the other ball in her mouth and sucked them while jacking his half hard cock. She pulled back and said to him, “I want to do this for you, but we may be running out of time, what do you need?” He said, “I’m sorry, I have some prostate issues. Can I see your pussy again, I was hard earlier?” She turned around and bent over, bringing her pussy up near the hole, perhaps an inch or so away.

I could see from movement that he was jacking himself off with one hand as he brought the other one back through to rub her some more. I watched as he removed two fingers from her pussy before bringing them back through the hole and into his mouth. He then said, “can you move back so can I lick you”? I saw Megan pause, this wasn’t something we had talked about, but for that matter, a lot of what had happened tonight we hadn’t talked about. The lion tamer skirt was sort of getting in the way, so she took the logical next step and pulled that all the way down and stepping out of it before pushing herself back fully against the wall.

He apparently was better at licking that than fingering. and I heard her let out a moan from his oral skills. Megan always loves oral, and she was definitely getting into it when all of a sudden she let out a louder moan and then moved forward and said, “whoa whoa whoa, can’t do that!” The good news was, he was now fully hard, however, his attempt to slip that erection into my wife’s pussy without pre-clearance was a bit of a surprise, especially in its absolutely uncovered state. I said to Megan, “Are you okay? Do we need to stop this?” She said no, just wasn’t expecting that. He apologized profusely and said he just got carried away, and you could see his erection had started to lose its edge.

Megan surprised me by then getting back on the chairs, perpendicular to the wall, and sliding his cock between her lips. She quickly moved up and down, pursing her lips tight until he was hard again. She pulled off and said, “Since you wanted to fuck, while don’t you fuck my face?” She then brought her mouth up against the hole like she had earlier. He wasted no time in penetrating her mouth, and luckily, his lack of length comparable to the earlier guy made the deepthroating that much easier for her. He still had sufficient length to stretch her throat a touch, and bring the gagging on. I was getting the sense that this was as much of a turn on for her as it was for me, as I saw her pussy starting to drip profusely again. The guy in the booth with the best vantage point for that also took notice. With Megan pushed against the opposing wall, it took quite a bit of a reach for him to get access to her, but he was able to stroke her ass and pussy while she worked on the cock.

He by my estimation was taking the longest to cum, but with all of the efforts to get him hard etc, that wasn’t really a surprise. At the pace we were going, I thought it would take twenty minutes for him to cum, which considering our longest otherwise was maybe eight with some lasting less than a minute was a huge time suck for her. He apparently was worried as well, and pulled back. The greedy fucked had the nerve to then say, “I said I have some prostate issues, any chance you could help me with a prostate massage?”

She looked up at me, questioning what was being asked. I frankly didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, I mean, she just spent a good nine minutes getting him hard, letting him eat her out, and then trying to sneak a fuck in, and she STILL let him fuck her face. But, she seemed to want to know what he was suggesting so I said, “he wants you to stick a finger in his ass to help him cum.” I expected her to immediately say no, but instead, I watched as she reached down and got some of the slippery natural lube from her pussy and brought a finger up and under his balls. His cock twitched as she appeared to have found the hole. She brought her finger back though and brought it up to her mouth to put some spit on it before bringing it back below. His cock twitched again as she found her spot and then brought his cock into her mouth. It probably took only another minute before, at last, he did knock on the wall. After a couple short pulses, Megan pulled back and wiped her mouth a bit before taking another drink of water.

“What did the babysitter say?” she asked me. I had completely forgotten and looked down at my phone. It was now 1:48. Bars would be closing shortly, so getting a ride would be more challenging. Still no word from the babysitter, so she had probably fallen asleep on our couch. I suppose we could keep going for a bit. I asked the guy in the next booth if he knew what time they closed, only for him to say that he thought they were open 24 hours. Hmm, so no natural ending point there to rely upon.

Clearly not a problem for my wife, as she had repositioned herself on the chairs and the young man who was so helpful with the closing info had brought his slightly curved cock to the party. A good decent size, it probably would have been a full seven inches if it weren’t for the slight curves, both downward and to the left. Cut, with a nice proportional head, Megan seemed to take interest in the curves, studying them by sliding her hand up and down the shaft before repeating the same moves with her tongue. Had it just been the downward curve, I think she would have been able to make quick work just by deepthroating. The curve on the X axis, however, threw a monkey wrench in that plan. Megan is a problem solver though, and she quickly worked out a position and technique to make the most of his length, and still achieve a good deal of deepthroat action.

While she focused on that innovation, I saw that our neighboring booth had a new denizen, when he reached in to sample the goods now so clearly on display. I had two main observations from his hand reaching through the void towards my wife’s upturned and turned on rear end. First, I am a bit of a watch slut. I have about a dozen, and I tend to notice what sort of watches people wear. Second, this guy had fairly large hands, to the point that the oversized watch face didn’t necessarily appear oversize next to his wrist, hand and fingers. He started by groping before moving his way to the more delicate areas of her posterior, not needing an invitation when they are bare and as wet as they were that night.

I turned my attention back to my wife’s mouth on the twenty-something year old cock poking through the other wall of our booth. She was continuing to work his cock in her now customized technique, and it appears from auditory and visual cues that he was getting closer. The former of those were somewhat harder to ascertain, since they were in danger of being overshadowed by Megan’s own vocalizations. Even with a cock in her mouth, I could tell she was enjoying whatever our thick fingered watch-wearer was doing for her.

Looking back that way, I saw that he had the thick sausage-like index and middle fingers of his left hand in her ass, while the ring and pinky fingers were similarly buried to the palm in her pussy. Perhaps the upside down shocker, with the thumb providing leverage on the right cheek of her ass was an novel technique, but in any event, Megan was taking to it quite well and I not only heard an orgasm, but could see the telltale twitching of the muscles in both holes as she came, hard. She was still focused on getting the curvy-dicked guy off, and off she got him about a minute later. The whole act with this group couldn’t have taken more than 5 minutes, which was an impressive feat for him to get those fingers into her and then get her off like that so quickly. He slowly pulled them out of her so she could reposition.

When Megan turned I could see the flush on her face still from that heated orgasm. She gave me a smile, which even through the absolute mess of her ruined makeup, I could recognize as the 27-year-old I asked out at the Irish bar on St. Patrick’s Day. I smiled back, at which point she then brought herself back down to her knees, preparing to take on yet another new cock. Oh, the things we do for love. I think we were both taken aback when our watch-man brought his cock through the hole. I know I silently gasped, while Megan did the same but not so silently. He was thick, perhaps not as thick as the fat Italian with the 2.5 inch diameter cock earlier, but it was definitely 2+, for at least a good 6.5 inch girth. His length though was also impressive. Perhaps not quite as long as the downward curving deepthroating in the first portion of the night’s festivities, but again, almost there. Just a massive specimen.

He pulled it back through most of the way and grabbed it with his hand and grunted, “I want you to lick your pussy off my cock.” I then watched as he rubbed his fingers across the length of his cock. While the pinky and ring fingers that were in fact in her pussy did cover a decent amount of the surface of his cock, he brought his index and middle fingers into play as well, using them to rub the precum that was dripping all around the massive head and first inch or so of his shaft before dragging then down the rest of it as well. I was about to grab a wet wipe from the convenience store when Megan brought her mouth down and began that slow teasing licking and sucking technique that started her night.

She took quite a bit longer to transition to a more rapid and lengthy sucking. Even doing that was challenging given the girth, but with that extra length, she at least had the benefit of using a hand as well. She took him as deep as she could, but the thickness couldn’t go into her throat quite like the thinner cocks earlier could. She was now pulling out all the stops, using every technique I had witnessed her practice over the past 18 months. He had surprising stamina, all things considered. While he didn’t quite last as long as our prostate patient, he did last quite some time. But, all good things must come to an end, and in the end, he did come. Quite a bit, I might add.

I watched as Megan swallowed, and then swallowed again. When they were done, she pulled off and he pulled that oversized tool back to his side of the booths. I then noticed the babysitter did get back to me that she needed to leave pretty soon. I turned to Megan and asked, “Should we wrap up?” She asked how long an uber would take to arrive. It appeared it would take 15-20 minutes. Not necessarily ideal, especially if we needed to stand right outside the scene of the crime for everyone to take us in. So, I said, “How about we stay until the uber arrives, and then we can get out of here.” She agreed to that plan, and I dropped the pin.

Another cock came in through the other hole, this one thankfully back to the size of a mere mortal. I watched as Megan began to lick and suck as I got notification of an uber, surprisingly quickly. Luckily for us all, Megan got the guy she was sucking off surprisingly quickly as well. A few decent spurts in under a minute for a job well done. I helped Megan back into the lion tamer skirt, she put her boobs back into the bra, and we got the jacket vest fixed as well as could be. She quickly looked in a mirror and for the first time saw what I had been looking at for the better part of what was now almost two hours. I handed her a wet wipe, and she tried to fix up the makeup as best she could, but even when she was done, it was a sight. With us now as presentable as could be, we unlocked the booth door and exited to a hallway full of disappointed gentlemen. All appeared to understand that a lady can only take so much, and their disappointment in missing out was somewhat alleviated when Megan pulled the skirt up to flash everyone her pussy and then kept it pulled up to continue showing her ass as we left.

I quickly located the uber, easy enough to spot an uber black in the parking lot of an ABS at 2 in the morning. We got in, and the driver kept the small talk to a minimum. Even though we were a couple hours removed from our party, the buzz from alcohol still hadn’t fully faded, apparently for Megan in particular. As she sat there next to me, starting to drift off, I noticed she had developed hiccups (or as we later called them, the hic-cums), and at one point let out a small burp that gave away what the majority of her stomach contents were. She said to me, “I wish you had gotten some listerine or breath mints when you were at the store.” I agreed, something to remember for the next time.

It was probably 10 minutes after leaving that I noticed the wrist of the driver, and the rather large faced watch he had on. ‘Oh hell,’ I thought to myself, ‘just our luck that the owner of the tool we basically finished the night with, and that was so impressive is now driving us to our home.’ Thinking quickly, I changed the location to a bar/restaurant with after-hours service near our place. Not to say he couldn’t have memorized our original location, but at least he wouldn’t be dropping us off.

When he saw the new location he said, “Late night snack? I love that place. I live not too far away, so it’s one of my regular spots when my wife and I are leaving the bars.” Oh even better, he’s from our neighborhood AND married. Megan had actually fallen asleep at this point in the drive, so imagine her surprise when the car stopped and we got out at a bar about a quarter-mile from our house. I noticed when she got out of the car that she left quite the wet spot on the leather of the E-Class we were riding in. Hopefully that wouldn’t result in a ding to our driver rating. When she realized where we were, she looked at me with confusion and said, “I can’t go in there, I look like a complete slut” I told her I would explain later, and we just needed to act like we were going in.

We called another uber and ended up waiting outside for another 10 minutes for one to show up. Luckily the weather was nice, given how little Megan was wearing. When we arrived home, she attempted to bee-line for our bedroom before the sitter could see her, but unfortunately, our auto-armed alarm had to be turned off, waking the sitter who was sleeping on the couch not 10 feet from the hallway to our bedroom. She rose to greet Megan, who tried to make it past her, and I attempted to intervene. Away from the atmosphere of the ABS or an uber, I realized that the bright lights of our house, and lack of any artificial scents, the sight and smell of Megan would be tough to overlook for our babysitter. We made small talk for a minute and I paid her with an extra large tip for her trouble with the late arrival.

Once she left, I came into our bedroom, where Megan was now passed out face down on the bed, still clothed. I worked to get her ankle high boots off, before pulling the skirt back off as well as the jacket and bra. She had certainly smelled better before, and I could only assume the couple hours of adrenaline coupled with some light physical activity, as well as contact with almost twenty men had conspired to give her the aroma of someone who had just done a hot yoga class. But she appeared to be out, so I wasn’t going to ask her to take a shower. I realized also that I had basically been edging myself for two hours without release. I thought about attempting to remedy that with Megan, as her pussy was still dripping wet, but in her state, I figured even though she’d likely welcome it, was better to wait, so I turned out the lights and crawled into bed with her.

At one point during the night, I awoke to her cuddled up to me, facing me, her hot breath blowing onto me face. She was still asleep, and even a couple hours later, I could still smell the distinct smell of semen, and the cock-sweat, salt, and who knows what else of the dozen and a half men that had been between her lips on her breath. Even still, I realized we hadn’t really shared any close intimacy since getting home and felt compelled to kiss her. I leaned my head forward and made contact with her lips, quickly darting my tongue between them. If you’ve ever kissed a woman after she gave you head, you know how the mouth feels wetter, and the lips softer and more pliant. Even a couple hours later, I could still feel that effect on Megan, coupled with the saltiness and residual bitter taste of the cadre of men she serviced.

The next morning, I awoke and fed our kids. Megan was still in bed asleep, and when I went in to check on her, appeared to be nursing a bit of a hangover. I asked if she had any regrets. She said only that she drank too much. I also noted her hand seemed to be active below the sheets. “Keeping yourself busy down there?” “Yeah, I’ve made myself cum twice already this morning. If I recall correctly, you didn’t get to cum last night though, did you.” I confirmed her suspicions, and she told me to get the kids on their screens and come back and lock the door. When I came back, she was out of bed, on her knees in front of a mirror in our bedroom that she uses when trying on outfits. I locked the door and came over to her. She pulled off my boxers and proceeded to demonstrate as many of the techniques she could from the night before. I wish I could say I lasted as long as the average guy from the booths, but with her stellar technique, I think I blew my load within two minutes, and it was a huge shot. Megan showed it to me before swallowing and then crawled into bed.

While this wasn’t our first visit to an ABS with gloryholes, it was the visit that turned it from my own fantasy/fetish into *our* fantasy and fetish, and over the next several months there were several more visits. Unfortunately, once March 2020 came along, those visits all stopped. I am hoping we can start that back up again, and who knows, we have another Halloween party at our friends this weekend, so perhaps we can rekindle some of the spark from 2019.

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