Behind The Wall Florida Escape

I had always known my loving wife Carol had a curiosity about all things sensual. She just needed the right setting, the right invitation to unleash that side of herself.

We were halfway through a long getaway weekend in Florida, tucked away in a small, boutique hotel just off the Gulf Coast. The kind of place that looked ordinary on the surface... until you asked the right questions.

Carol had been lounging by the pool in a barely-there black bikini when I showed her an interesting flyer that I picked up in the hotel lobby. Just a advertisement for a adult night club, a QR code, and a single sentence: "Where curiosity meets anonymity."

She raised an eyebrow. "What is this?"

I leaned in. "An adult club. Discreet. Clean. You don't have to do anything... unless you want to."

Carol laughed, half-dismissive--but she didn't throw the flyer away.

"Do you think it's safe?" Carol said.

"Well, it looks legitimate. I scanned the QR code and the website popped up with hundreds of excellent reviews from verified users and it's just down the road. I looked at the photos online and it looks like a brand new club.," I replied.

That night, we drove winding palm-lined roads until we reached the club, tastefully lit. Inside, it was quiet. Clean. Intimate. A mix of red velvet, soft music, and tension in the air.

The host, a woman with striking eyes and a calm demeanor, rocking hot body, guided us through the rules, consent, privacy, comfort first, and then led us to a more private wing.

That's when we saw it: a softly lit hallway, quiet and controlled, with a row of private booths. Each one contained a glory hole, some open-ended, some with privacy curtains. On the wall: an option to signal green for "open to interaction," red for "private only," or yellow for "watch but do not engage."

Carol looked at me. "Seriously?"

"We don't have to do anything," I whispered. "But if you wanted to try something wild... I'll be right here."

She stared at the booth for a long while, then reached for the green switch and flicked it on.

Carol and I slipped into the dimly lit booth, soft music playing, and the faint scent of sandalwood in the air. She looked through the hole, nothing yet. Just the thrill of what if.

I stood near Carol, heart pounding, just watching. I couldn't see everything, but I saw enough.

Then, movement.

A man on the other side. Nothing more than a silhouette. No face. No identity. Just the anticipation.

Carol glanced toward me, her lips parted, cheeks flushed and slowly sank to her knees.

She touched the edge of the opening, hesitating. Then, bold, and deliberate, she leaned in.

My stomach twisted, not with jealousy, but raw, electric desire. Carol was choosing this. Trusting me. Trusting herself. Stepping into a moment of complete control and total surrender, all at once.

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Carol took a deep breath. Her fingers traced the cool edges of the opening in front of her, the air thick with anticipation. On the other side, a stranger remained still, waiting, respectful, as if aware this moment was my wife's to command. The stranger had no way of knowing that this was my wife, and I was watching.

Carol glanced toward me as if asking for my permission. I was there, watching in amazement. My jaw was tight, eyes dark, locked on my wife's every move. She could feel my pulse from across the room. I gave her a gentle nod of approval.

Her tongue grazed her bottom lip as she slowly leaned forward.

At first, she simply hovered, testing herself, letting the heat of the moment build like a slow burn. Then, with a flicker of a smile, she committed. She reached into the Glory Hole to explore what could be found on the other side.

The man on the other side responded, barely shifting, not pushing, just present. Then I could see he was moving forward. The tip of his cock was now visible on our side.

Carol's hands moved instinctively, confidently. She wasn't nervous. She was in control. She gently took the tip of his cock in her hands and slowly pulled him forward. She leaned forward and began circling his cock with the tip of her tongue. It glistened with her saliva.

You could hear the stranger begin to moan softly, responding to my wife's tongue.

I began to unzip my pants and gently stroke myself, watching my wife for the first time sucking the cock of a total stranger. I witnessed Carol, on her knees, moving with slow, deliberate rhythm, her hair falling over her shoulder, her body swaying slightly with each motion, tasting and licking a strange cock. She was stunning.

And she was doing it for me.

Each time her eyes glanced toward me; our eyes locked. It was like a thread of electricity tied us together. I wasn't just a spectator. I was part of this. I had gifted her this moment.

Carol shifted, adjusting her pace. Her breathing grew heavier. The tension, the taboo, the sense of being watched, it all fueled her. She now lovingly took the head of his Cock into her mouth and began a slow rhythmic sucking action. She wasn't just satisfying a stranger sexually. She was putting on a show for her me, building me up to the edge with every teasing movement.

Carol caught me stroking myself, my Cock now rock hard. I wanted to fuck her so badly. This scene was an incredible turn on, but I also wanted it to play out.

The stranger began groaning softly, restrained, nothing that spoiled the moment. His cock was slightly smaller than me, but still a decent size, now fully erect. Carol reached in with her spare hand and grabbed his balls pulling them gently toward her, bringing his cock fully into view.

Carol finally began swallowed his entire shaft and began a firm rhythmic sucking action. He moaned loudly, and I could see his cock begin to twitch. It was obvious he was getting close to cumming.

OMG, I was witnessing my wife tasting another mans cum.

Suddenly, in that moment he let go and emptied his balls into my wife's open mouth.

Carol sucked his hard shaft one more time, savoring the last drop of cum, then pulled away, slow and deliberate.

She looked at me, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and ran her fingers through her hair, regaining her breath.

Then she stood.

She walked over to me, still breathless, her lips curved into a wicked smile.

She saw my thribbing cock, begging to cum

"Well?" she said in a sultry voice. "looks like I have more work to do," With that she kneeled in front of me on the floor.

I didn't say a word. I gently reached for her head with both hands, pulled her mouth onto my hard cock, I couldn't wait another second, feeling her warm mouth sucking my cock. I wanted to cum in her mouth and mingle my cum with that of the stranger behind the wall. Carol tightened her mouth around my stiff cock and increased her suction. Her lips glancing over the head of my cock. Then without mercy she licked the head of my cock while stroking me hard with a firm grip. I exploded into her mouth, moaning and shaking, cum leaking from the corners of her delicious lips. It felt amazing and intense.

Carol smiled up at me "Good boy, you been saving up?"

I pulled her to her feet and planted a big fat kiss on her lips, showing my gratitude.

"I Love My Wife"

"You better love me after that," she said with a sexy wink.

As we both stood there locked in a deep, passionate kiss, we began to notice the soft creak of footsteps in the booth next to us.

A deep male voice broke silence: "Who's there?"

Carol looked at me with a questioning look and whispered. "More teasing baby or are we done?"

I paused for a moment before replying. "Are you up for more of this?"

Carol smiled and popped me on the ass. "Buckle up lover."

Carol turned toward the glory hole entrance, a slow glance over her shoulder and kneeled, looking curiously through the Glory Hole entrance for the second time today.

She spied a tall man, clean-cut, late thirties, wearing a dark fitted shirt.

He stayed at a respectful distance from the entrance, his hands at his sides, but his zipper was down and had already pulled his cock out exposing himself to my wife. Carol let out a gasp.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Well... he is quite large. I hope he's a shower not a grower, which is all I can say."

I looked at Carol with a surprised look, reading her face.

"It's your call baby," she said softly. "We can walk out right now. Or..." Carol left it up to me.

I didn't hesitate. "Do you want to...?"

Carol smiled. "Maybe. If you're watching and still enjoying the show."

I stepped back slightly, giving her space, my pulse already pounding again. The idea of her giving another blowjob to another stranger, again, while I watched. It wasn't just thrilling. It was out of this world sexy.

The second stranger began approaching the entrance to the Glory Hole quietly as Carol kneeled peering through the entrance.

The light above our door changed to yellow this time "watch, but don't engage." I took my place behind Carol, my hands on her shoulder. I could hear the stranger in the next booth breathing heavy.

She faced the opening, watching intently.

The stranger began stroking his cock, slowly, confidently, in regular rhythm. Carol seemed impressed at the size of the strangers cock.

After a couple minutes the strangers cock was at full attention. Carol was fascinated. I could tell she wanted to touch his monster cock but the yellow light indicated he wanted to be watched only, not touched.

Carol glanced back at me, her eyes burning with desire.

I reached down and whispered in her ear and whispered, "Take off your G-string, bend over for me, put your hands on the entrance of the glory hole, and watch him stoke his cock while I fuck you."

Carol quickly obeyed, while continuing to watch the stranger stroke his huge cock. We both could hear him breathing harder.

My hand gripped the edge of the panel in our booth. I was rock hard, the sight of my wife bent over, offering me her bare ass, watching a total stranger jerk off while I get to fuck her, tuned her on.

As the stranger started to cum, he walked closer to the Glory hole entrance and made visible his enormous cock head on our side of the wall.

Carol and I could both see he was dripping precum and getting close to orgasm. Carol face was inches from his cock.

I was fucking her dripping pussy for all I was worth, pounding that sweet ass like never before. She was dripping wet, soaking my balls.

Everyone began moaning.

The stranger blew his wad all over my wife's face, at the same time I shot my cum into Carol's soaking wet pussy.

Carol said she came multiple times.

Satusfied, the stranger zipped up his pants, said thankyou, and left the booth.

Carol and I were holding each other shaking. The strangers cum all over her hair and on her cheeks.

She used her hands to wipe most of the cum off. I grabbed her, hugged her tight and kissed her on the lips.

She opened the booth door, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Her body was sexually spent.

"No more teasing," I whispered, his mouth at her ear.

She nodded, breathless. "Take me home baby."