Our first time going to an adult bookstore [MFM]

I’ve been obsessed with the idea of going to a gloryhole for years now. Perhaps more specifically, taking my wife Megan to one, for her to do the actual sucking at a gloryhole. I recently wrote about our *second* time at a gloryhole, which took place after a Halloween party, but wanted to share more on our first one that broke the ice for us.

We are of course a couple years older now, but since this takes place in 2018, I’ll use our ages then. I had just turned 40, and Megan, the cradle robber, was 42 at the time. She’s always been curvy, but back in 2017, after losing some weight through working out obsessively and still not being totally happy with her figure, she got the mommy makeover with a boob reduction/lift (with implants) and tummy tuck. She was ecstatic with the results, and I couldn’t be happier with her confidence as a certified MILF.

Now, she stands at a nice 5 and a half feet, and weighs 130 pounds while still having perky D cups and a round ass. Her shoulder length blonde hair really completes the MILF look, especially with yoga pants as her daily attire. In terms of celebrity lookalike, I suppose I should use the one that her older brother pointed out to her several years back. He brought over that year’s Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition and said, “Megan, not gonna lie, as it’s more than a little uncomfortable to have your younger sister’s celebrity doppleganger half-naked in a magazine.” I looked at the pic he had open, and realized that yes, Samantha Hoopes did bear a rather significant resemblance to my wife.

I on the other hand, am your average 40 yo dad, a tad under 6 feet, weighing in at 180, and carrying just slightly too much weight in my belly. When she and I met, I had a 6.5 inch cock that seemed to never not be hard, but over the next 15 years or so, and some additional weight, I think I’m more like a 5.75, maybe 6 if I’m super turned on. Average thickness though, and she’s always been happy, even if it isn’t quite as hard as it used to be.

My obsession with gloryholes had started somewhat early on in our marriage. I had seen some gloryhole porn many years ago, and then started to seek it out more, even paying for subscriptions to a couple of the well-known sites for a while. It became my primary fetish, and I would regularly work it into the dirty talk in the bedroom.

I eased my way into it, nothing like dropping a “I would love to watch you suck off lots of guys in a dirty porn shop baby, but don’t worry, it would all be anonymous…” into bedroom conversation without any previous discussion to just close that idea off entirely. But as I slowly worked it into the dirty talk around fooling around with others at a gloryhole, showed her a couple videos, etc., the reactions were much more positive. She would end up getting off on it too, and I realized I might actually have a chance at doing this.

Still though, as we all know (or hopefully know), there is a big difference between talking about doing something out there on the kink/risk scale and actually doing it. There was a couple year lead up to this, to be honest, but it was so absolutely worth it. I found an adult bookstore not terribly far from our house that was in a decent part of town. There were some others I had found that were in incredibly sketchy parts, and in my diligence found that they weren’t couple-friendly, or if they were, they were trafficked primarily by heavy drug users, prostitutes, etc.

This one was still primarily targeting gay and bisexual men, but couples were welcome, and certain times of day/night you would end up having guys there just to browse the porn, go into a booth and get off on the thrill of jacking off in public, even if they weren’t using the gloryhole part of the booth.

After a few aborted attempts of driving near there with Megan and then chickening out, in May 2018, I finally got the guts to go through with taking her. We had gone out on a date, and she had gotten pretty drunk (not over the top, just to be clear, but intoxicated enough that her overly flirty/slutty side was showing wildly). I had limited myself to just a couple drinks spread out, so I was still good to drive, and the adrenaline pumping through me was enough to minimize any residual effects of alcohol.

When we got to the ABS I had scoped out, she sort of looked at me like, ‘What on earth are we doing at a place like this?’ It’s still an adult bookstore, and not the sort of place that two upper middle class folks would be going to around 9:30pm. I told her something to the effect of “Let’s just go look around, it’ll be fun and maybe we can find a new toy to use or home or something.” She agreed, and like I said, she still had that edge of flirty/slutty that she gets with the right amount of beverage-based lubrication.

We walked around the shop, just sort of taking in the sights and sounds. It wasn’t actually that busy as there were just a handful of guys in the shop, sort of minding their own busines, but I could see some glances from time to time at Megan, as she was perusing the toys, outfits, and porn. One more gut check before I made the leap, and once I was confident that she wasn’t creeped out by the premises, I pointed at the neon sign referring to videos and said, “Babe, let’s go check out what’s over here.”

I took her hand and we walked towards that back hallway, which quickly turned a corner where the lighting got substantially dimmer. A series of doors lined the hallway, with a red bulb illuminated above a couple. “What are these?” “Video booths, we go in, pick a video and fool around? Sounds fun?” She nodded okay, and we picked a booth on the end of the hallway.

We entered the booth, and I think she was a little surprised by just how small it was. A video machine on the wall in front of us, room for a metal chair just to the left of the door, and the walls all black. There was a trash can on the floor and a roll of paper towels that I saw drew her eye. “What do you think those are for?” she asked me. “Uh, I guess clean up?” The smell in there would indicate as much, with a strong smell of cum emanating from the trash can and the smell of cleaning product attempting but failing to conceal it. There were quite a few paper towels in the trash can and I could see a couple condoms and wrappers as well.

I sat down on the chair and had Megan sit on my knee as we scrolled through the video options. I fed the machine a $20, not sure how long it would last us, but didn’t want something to break the rhythm if this went where I was hoping it would. We found a good scene of a girl taking on a couple guys. I thought that would actually get her in the mood with *thoughts* of playing with others, so hopefully I could convert that into action.

The video started and we began watching. The dress she had on was probably mid-thigh, and I crept my hand up her thigh until it was under the dress. She was willing to keep going, as she moved her legs apart. I nuzzled her neck as I slid my hand against her panties. I could feel the heat emanating through them, and they were damp to the touch as well. You could hear the porn playing in other rooms, between the thing walls and the lack of very much volume control on the monitors. I said to Megan, “It’s kind of hot to think of all the other people in here getting off just yards away from us, isn’t it?” while pressing firmer against her clit and the top of her pussy. She let out a moan and moved her hand back to grab and stroke my cock, which was now fully hard.

Megan continued to stroke me through my pants while I rubbed her clit through the panties and licked and sucked on her neck and earlobe. “It would be kinda hot if you sucked my cock in here, dontcha think?” Megan paused for a minutes when I said that, before getting up, and to my elated surprise, moved in front of me and got on her knees. She undid my belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down below my knees, along with my boxer briefs. My cock stood out, hard as it had been in quite some time. Megan didn’t hesitate to take me into her mouth, focusing on rubbing her lips softly against the head while licking the sensitive underside. After about a minute of that, she started to take me deeper into her mouth and quickened her pace.

She continued like that for another minute or two when I realized someone was in the booth next to us, as I saw a finger and then a cock came through the hole. I tapped Megan on the shoulder, and pointed it out to her. Her eyes got big, and she gave me a ‘what do i do’ look. I shrugged and said, “just touch it.” Watching her reach out and touch the first cock other than mine in the past 13 or so years was wild. I watched her hand gently grab the shaft, and squeeze before she began to lightly draw her hand up and down. It was a pretty good looking cock, all things considered, proportionate, average girth and above average length, shaved pretty bare, and most importantly, looked clean both from a cleanliness and STD standpoint.

After a few more strokes, I said to her, “you should try putting your mouth on it” She said, “Are you serious? I can’t do that!” “Why not, it’s not cheating, it would be hot.” She hesitated again, but then I saw her start to lean forward and before I knew it, she had taken this stranger’s cock into her mouth.

This wasn’t a luxurious, sensual blowjob like she would tend to give to me, but instead, she began quickly and intensely blowing him. It was actually reminiscent of early in our relationship. I still remember our second date, and the furious intensity she exhibited when sucking my cock on her couch. Not in a sloppy way, but in a ‘I want to make you cum and I’m going to show you how good I can do it’ way that had me blowing my load in a minute. In any event, here she was, with a stranger’s cock deep in her mouth.

I heard a bump against the wall and heard our neighbor groan a bit. It had only been a minute or two, but Megan had clearly done a good job. She was pressed pretty far down on his shaft, and you could tell he was cumming hard. The hottest thing to me was watching his cock pulse, and then watching her throat as she was swallowing. As I said before, I am a huge fan of the GHS videos, and watching it in person was fucking nuts, and totally thrilling to me.

When he was done cumming, that guy pulled his cock back and we heard some shuffling in the room and the door open and then close. I heard him say to the guys in the hall, “It’s actually a woman in there!” and there was some murmuring and noise from the hallway. Megan turned to me and was looking at me in sort of a drunk, sort of horny look. I told her, “that was so hot, are you okay?” She told me, “I’m okay and yeah, it *was* hot.”

We heard someone else come into the next booth, and both sat there waiting (me, my bare ass on the metal chair, her crouching on the floor, her knees on the dirty concrete) for the next shoe to drop. While the last guy had a normal sized, well-groomed cock, our second guy was really hairy, like *really* hairy, and his dick was simultaneously fat and not terribly long (it was five inches or so long, but at least two and a half inches or so thick – just an absolutely massive girth). It didn’t necessarily appear that it was a rock hard shaft, and Megan said afterward it was sort of spongy, and while you could push in on the sides, it still had enough structure to go where it needed to.

Megan was a trooper though, and started in on it. Her mouth was stretched incredibly wide around it. Because the shaft was shorter, there wasn’t really room for her to use her hand at the same time, and as a result, she had most of the length in her mouth. I could see her breathing through her nose as she moved up, and with her jaw and mouth in that position, the tip of her nose was pulled down and you could see it starting to run a bit as well.

I got down on the floor next to her, and had pulled her skirt up around her waist, managed to pull her panties down to about mid-thigh, and began to finger her. Megan was soaking wet, which was fun, as it meant that on at least a physical level, she was enjoying herself. She was trying to keep a pace similar to the guy before, but the sheer size of this unit made that difficult, so the speed of her bobbing head was somewhat diminished as a result.

It was still probably only 5 minutes or so before we heard 5 or 6 raps on the wall, which in hindsight I realized was him saying he was going to cum. Megan, however, was totally ill prepared, as the next thing I knew, she was gagging. This was one of those three weeks of constant edging without release types of loads.

The first couple shots she swallowed fully, but he was still filling her mouth, and as soon as she tasted it, she started to really gag and was trying to spit it out, but as she was trying to pull him out of her mouth, the size of the shaft and the even larger head was getting caught against the back of her teeth. Meanwhile that load was just sitting on the back of her tongue and pooling in her mouth. She told me afterwards his cum tasted terrible and there was so much of it that she just couldn’t bear to swallow, but eventually had to.

Ultimately, that guy ended up pulling back and leaving, and this time, we didn’t even heard the door close and reopen, as apparently the next guy was quick and wanted in right after the other one. Megan was still crouched on the ground, attempting to recover and attempting to keep the gag reflex from causing both guys’ loads as well as our dinner and drinks from coming up.

When the next guy pushed his cock through, it looked like it was probably a Mexican dude by the skin color. This cock was smaller and uncut, and it looked like he may not have showered yet after work. Megan decided she didn’t want to try any more guys, so we called it a night. It was too bad that #2 and #3 were those particular guys, as when we were leaving, there were some more average joe looking guys in line.

Megan pulled her panties up and used one of the paper towels to wipe her knees off a little. She used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth off and straightened her dress a touch. I got my boxers and pants back on fully and we unlocked the door and exited out to the hallway. There were quite a few disappointed dudes still waiting when we left there. Without prompting though, Megan said “Sorry guys, all done for the night” before pulling down the front bodice of her dress and flashing her boobs at them. She then pulled her skirt up after we walked by then, and flashed her thong covered ass as we were leaving.

Megan’s hand was buried in her panties for the first 10 minutes of our drive home, before she leaned over and fished my cock out of my pants. Roadhead is a comparatively infrequent occurrence for us, especially on local city streets. I was struggling to focus on the blowjob, and while it was enjoyable, I wasn’t going to cum from it. Before long, though, we were home, and after paying the babysitter, Megan took me into the bedroom, stripped my shirt and pants off and after losing her dress and panties, rode me to a comparatively quick orgasm for us both.

After that night, I as even more hooked on gloryholes than I had been previously. It felt like a lifelong fantasy come true, and I was obsessed with doing it again. We would take that way home many a time in the successive months, and the answer from her was always something to the effect of, “not tonight.” When we would get home, though, she would always be wet as fuck, and I was assured either a great blowjob, or intensely hot sex. Little did I know that in less than 6 months, we’d be at it again, that next time even more successfully.

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