Dear Debbie

Dear Deb,

The first gloryhole night was an eye opener for us both.

We were at the park n ride, of course, and were deeply enjoying your cocksucking while I spanked your bare ass. We were being watched, of course, by the nighttime park n ride cruisers. The phone flashlights gave them a good view of you with my cock in your hands or mouth. You would look around occasionally and I felt you were confirming you hadn't lost our audience, after which you would stick your tongue out while licking at my balls, rubbing your face in my wet sack. You said that you'd like to just suck a bunch of them off in the dark and never even see the faces. That made me smile, because I knew how to make that happen. Two nights later, I took you to T's for the first time.

Garish as hell and totally over lit, the open expansive retail area was a spectacle of dildos, videos and "marital aids" filling racks that created walkways that led to the two doors at the back of the store. One led to the theater and the other to the private booths. I took you the door leading to the booths. Inside, two long corridors of orange doors awaited each corridor filled with men, seemingly milling around wandering in and out of booths. I had your hand and led you down a corridor, noting the fact that the men didn't bother hiding the fact that they were leering. They knew that a woman in this part of the store was damn likely to be put to good use. At the very least, she'd be putting on a show. I led you to the middle of the corridor, giving them a good look at the goods. What they saw was what they wanted to see most. You looked like their wife. Smallish, but firm tits with nipples that announced when they were ready to be pinched or clamped. Womanly hips, shapely and made to be grabbed and used as handles for a slam fuck. They all imagined burying their faces between you full fleshy ass cheeks. If they wanted a cheerleader, there were lots of them in the videos, but the reality that stood before them was all that was on their minds right now.

I didn't know what you were thinking, but the smile on your face told me enough. You were about to do something you'd never done before. I led you into the center booth and you started taking of your dress as soon as you walked in. You turned around and faced the crowd before the door closed. I had a feeling you wanted everyone to know there was pussy in the house, just in case there was any doubt what they were getting...a fantasy version of the woman they married. A woman that was clearly a middle aged goddess willing to do what they could only fantasize over. Then, I closed the door to the booth. "Now what?" you asked. You seemed kind of nervous.

"Now, we pay the rent." I started feeding dollars into the slot, and then started going through the movies available. I asked if you had a preference and you just laughed. You did not come here to watch movies. In the darkness, I took your hand and led it to the hole in the wall. You drew it back like something bit you. You gasped, then went to your knees and stuck your hand back into the hole. You pulled it back and it had a sizeable cock grasped tightly. You stuck it into your mouth and took it as deep as you could, moaning all the while. Your hands were on either side of the hole, scratching at the wall, then pressing your hands flat while your head, suddenly turned into a fuckhole, bobbed up and down on the fleshy pink dick. You seemed to be humming. You seemed content, somehow.

I loved the sight of you on your knees, your hands working the blankness of the wall while you drove your face onto the anonymous cock coming through the hole. You had no idea what he looked like or how he was dressed. You didn't care. The man didn't matter, they rarely did. I had n idea that the cock didn't really matter. Anonymity mattered. The fact that she would walk out of there and never know which of the men had cum in her mouth and which had only dreamed about it mattered. Believing that she had made ALL of them cum mattered. When this one started to shoot his cum, you took the first squirts in your mouth while loudly moaning your consent. Then you pulled it out and let the rest shoot over your chin and neck. You stroked the cock with one had while rubbing the warm cum into your skin with the other. Spent, the owner jerked it back through the hole, mumbled something and left. You were still rubbing your neck and smiling. "That was nice. I really like this."

I pointed at the bigger hole on the other wall. There was already an occupant there. It seemed less than average in size, but hard as blue steel, a mini monster if there ever was one. You went straight for it and sucked the whole thing into your mouth without hands. Those hands were busy pulling the balls through the hole. Your lips went all the way down to the pubic hair and I thought I saw your tongue take some affectionate swipes at his sack. Humming contently, eyes closed, balls in hand you took it in from head to root in all its angry glory. The wall started to vibrate as his hips were obviously beyond his control, banging against the wall as he struggled for his release and you were right there for him. Your face pressed against the wall, contentedly humming, your tongue working the entire shaft, the shaft glistening in the darkness from your attentions. You took it out of your mouth and started jerking it quickly while sticking out your tongue. It came out in thick spurts and quickly covered your tongue and dripped down in a string to your nipples. I could hear you whispering "yeah" repeatedly, sweetly. He, too, pulled away with muttering, though I did hear what I thought was a "thank you" from the other side.

You were rubbing your neck and tits. Your eyes were glazed over and lightly humming. I was fascinated by your reaction at the time. There was a huge splatter of thick white cum on your cheek. Impulsively, I reached over and smeared it all over you face bare handed. I felt that tongue sneak out and lick my palm as I spread that thick white cum all over your face and your moans intensified.

A wide smile and a lick of the lips told me you were just fine with everything happening. Altogether, you made 11 cocks cum that night. Mine was the 11

th

and it was the only one to not cum in your mouth or on your face. Instead, I claimed your asshole for my deposit while you mouthfucked number 7 or eight. I only remember that it seemed like you came when I started throbbing in your ass. Only seconds later you caught another load all over your freckles. I loved seeing you like this. You were covered in the cum of total strangers and seemed quite happy to be in the moment.

On the way back to your car, covered in cum, you took out my cock and sucked me lovingly. You thanked me for the evening. You wanted this on your list of things to do on a regular basis. From here, I drove you back to your car where, somehow, you transformed yourself back onto someone's wife and mother before returning home. Remarkable.