W.O.O.F.S. That was the term I heard applied to people in situations similar my wife's and mine. Kids grown and out of the house... six figure income... "Well-Off Older Folks," they call us. Well-off perhaps, but older folks? Fifty-seven is old? Fifty-two? Those are the ages of my wife and me, and I certainly don't consider us "old." Yet to many, I suppose we are. We certainly don't feel all that old, however, and my wife sure as hell doesn't look it.
Mary is gorgeous. A stunning, slender brunette, with snappy brown eyes, stylish jet black hair, and a terrific body, she still attracts more than her share of attention wherever we go. I'll admit I've put on a few more pounds than I'd like over the last few years, but at six feet and 185 I'm not all that out of shape. Mary, however, is fanatical about working out and staying fit. When we were younger I suppose we both would have preferred her breasts to be larger, but now that we're "old folks," we're thankful that her perky, 34B breasts aren't sagging like those of many of our friends.
Because Mary has maintained her figure and hot looks as well as she has, I believe we're still a lot more active when it comes to sex than other people our age. We both love sex... all kinds of sex, and it seems the older we get, the more uninhibited we get. Actually, now that we're home alone, we're practically consumed by sex. I'm a part-time optometrist, now that I'm voluntarily cutting back on my patient workload, and Mary's my receptionist/assistant. We work out of our suburban home, to which my office is attached, so we're never far from our bedroom. On slow days, we watch a lot of Internet porn generally ending in frequent "sex breaks," and more often than not it is Mary who instigates these delicious interludes.
It didn't come as much of a surprise to me, therefore, when it was Mary who suggested we consider opening up our marriage to include anonymous sex with strangers... men in particular. Like other couples who have engaged in viewing Internet porn, we quickly discovered the tons of sexually explicit videos and video newsgroups waiting for us there. And, the more time we spent on the Net, the hotter we both became. We began to experiment, engaging in some of the more outrageous activities about which we'd read, and some of which we'd seen, in .jpg and .mpg files. Quickly we discovered a kinky side to our sexuality neither of us knew was hiding there just beneath the surface, waiting to emerge.
We began to discuss our fantasies, freely sharing them with one another. We've never kept secrets from each other, and we've always been able to communicate freely, without hesitation. Discussing our fantasies was no exception. Surprisingly, when I told Mary I'd often fantasized about seeing her with another man, or even a group of men, she smiled, and said for a long time she'd had the same fantasy.
"So what do we do about it?" she asked one evening. We were in our bedroom, in front of our computer, downloading and viewing photos of all kinds of explicit sexual activities. We were naked other than for terrycloth robes we were wearing. Mine was open, allowing me to casually masturbate while Mary controlled the keyboard. One arm was around her, with my hand on one of her breasts, fondling her as we viewed porn and discussed our "fantasy plans" for sex with other men. Mary said she wasn't ready to participate with another woman yet, so it was fine with me to begin with another man. I knew our marriage was strong enough for me to allow her to engage in sex with other men, and her professed desire to sometime see me with another man was surprisingly intriguing to me as well.
"So? What's the answer, darling?" she asked. "How do we arrange it?"
Perhaps it was serendipity, perhaps it was a mysterious spirit guiding us, I don't know, but just as we were discussing how we should proceed, a photo of an attractive woman sucking a man through a "glory hole" appeared on our screen. We both looked at it in silence for a moment. Then, as we simultaneously recognized the answer to Mary's question, we began to grin at each other.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Why not indeed?" Mary said, leaning toward me, grasping my cock in her fingers, milking me as we kissed. "Neither of us wants to be involved with anyone else... something like this would seem to offer the ultimate in anonymous sex."
I agreed, and that night in bed, as we made love, Mary told me she wanted us to visit one of the adult book stores in our area that we'd heard featured "glory holes," those holes cut into the walls between video booths which allow the store's patrons to engage in oral sex. She assigned me the job of scouting the one or two places we knew of which were far enough away from our house where we were unlikely to be recognized. I agreed to conduct the search, and the next day, a Saturday, I began.
Thanks to the help of an anonymous message I'd posted, a few responses led me to an adult book and video store on the other side of town which did indeed have video booths in the back. That part of town is rather seedy, but I thought it would be safe enough. When I arrived I noticed several cars in the parking lot. Most seemed fairly expensive, which was a good sign, I felt. I went inside, spotted the area containing the video booths in the back, approached the clerk at the counter, and bought a roll of tokens for the movies.
In the back of the store were perhaps ten booths. It was very dimly lit, and a few men were standing against the wall back there, not talking, just loitering, obviously waiting for a likely partner for sex. I noticed the doors to unoccupied booths were open, so I went into one in which I could see was a glory hole cut into the wall. Inside, I locked the door behind me, inserted a few tokens into the slot next to the television, then watched as on screen an adult film began playing. By pressing a button below the slot for the quarters, I was able to change the selection to another video. It seems seven films were being shown at once, and one could skip through them simply by pushing the selection button.
As I was scrolling through the video choices, I found myself becoming quite aroused, so I unzipped my fly and took out my cock, stroking it as I observed the on-screen action. Suddenly I noticed something appearing on the periphery of my vision. I looked over, and a naked cock was sticking through the wall. Intrigued, I watched as it withdrew, then appeared again. At first I almost laughed, but instead remained silent. Clearly this was the place to come if Mary and I were to consummate our curiosity.
After a few moments, the cock disappeared, and I saw a man extending his finger through the hole, curling it toward him, beckoning me to come closer. The on-screen movie and my initial masturbation had excited me, and without thinking, on impulse, I moved closer to the hole. The finger seemed to stretch toward my cock, and I assumed the man could see my erection. Curious, I moved closer still, allowing the man to touch me. This was a first for me, and I must admit it excited me tremendously. Still, I was reluctant to slide my cock through the hole in the wall. Until the man's finger withdrew and reappeared holding a condom.
Suddenly I made a decision, or perhaps my erection made it for me. You know what they say about a cock taking control of one's mind. So I took the condom from the man, quickly opened it and rolled it down over my cock. Then, before I could think about the craziness of what I was doing, I leaned into the wall and slid my cock through the hole. The man squeezed it gently at first, and then I felt his lips sliding down on me.
It didn't take long for me to come. My God I was excited! Afterward, I pulled back, discarded the condom into a waste basket in the booth, and quickly straightened up. I heard the door in the booth next door open and close, and a few moments later I unlocked my door and left. I never even saw his face, nor do I think he saw mine, so I have no idea which of the men had performed on me. In the car driving home I was filled with mixed emotions. While I had clearly enjoyed the thrill of an anonymous blow job, still I must admit I experienced a moderate degree of confused emotions as well. In the end, however, my conscience yielded to the excitement of the situation, and I knew I'd be returning to the bookstore, with or without Mary.
When I arrived home I told Mary everything. Her reaction was what I expected it would be... one of excitement rather than condemnation. She was so turned on, in fact, we made plans to visit the book store the next afternoon.
That night Mary was insatiable. Over and over she asked me to tell her everything about what happened in the bookstore. Our sex was tremendous, and by the time the next afternoon arrived, we were both more than ready to embark upon this new adventure in our lives.
We dressed down for the visit to the store, with each of us wearing worn jeans and old sweatshirts. Mary wore a somewhat ragged pair of panties, as well, and no bra, all of which we felt would enhance our decadent mood. When we arrived at the bookstore Mary was so nervous at first she almost didn't want to go inside. I told her she had to make up her mind before we went in, as once we did I knew we'd never be able to reverse whatever we did there.
"If you're not sure, darling..." I began.
"No! I'm sure," she said finally, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's do it," she said, opening the door, getting out.
We entered the store, and Mary glanced at some of the books and magazines while I bought tokens from the clerk for the video booths. To help conceal her identity, Mary was wearing sunglasses, which she kept on until we entered the darkened area of the store.
"God I'm hot," she whispered as we walked back to an empty booth and entered it. The men along the wall stared at Mary, and it was obvious they were surprised to see an attractive woman entering a booth with a glory hole in it. I must admit I was extremely excited as well, and was already feeling the stirrings of an erection as I closed and locked the door behind us.
"I wonder if one of those men was the one with you last time," Mary said, squeezing my growing erection. I told her I had no idea, and of course I didn't.
As Mary waited, I inserted several tokens into the TV slot. Then I unzipped my jeans and took out my cock, sitting on the small chair as I pulled Mary onto my lap.
"Now what happens?" she asked.
