This is my first story for this site. I hope you like it.
Please note that this story contains subject matter related to cuckoldry, cheating wives, wife watching, voyeurism and group sex. If this subject matter offends you, then you have been fairly warned.
Finally, all characters in this story are of legal age and beyond.
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Chapter 1 – The Discovery
It started as a fairly normal trip to New York with my wife, Stacy, tagging along. I travel a lot in my job and so spend a lot of time there, among other major cities. Of them all, New York is our favorite, so from time to time, she'll travel with me when I make the trip.
Since I have to work while there, she generally shops and relaxes while I'm at work and then we get to spend the evenings together enjoying the city. We've been married almost 25 years and love each other very much. Stacy is five foot and seven inches tall, auburn hair, green eyes and has a naturally amazing body. We both work to stay healthy, but neither of us are workout fanatics or the like. Regardless, we are both trim and healthy in appearance.
In the sex department, we were comfortable. It was still important to both of us; however, it just wasn't as necessary as it once was in our life as a couple. We still enjoyed it, but didn't dwell on it. Therefore, neither of us really spent a lot of time planning or plotting naughty getaways, or thinking about sexual experimentation while away from home. Usually, our sex just happened and was always fantastic. After many years of marriage, we'd both been completely faithful and knew exactly what the other one liked, or at least we thought we did at the time.
This encounter covers our unplanned and unexpected fall into debauchery during our supposed "comfortable" and "over the sex thing" time of life.
The first night in the city we went to a casual dinner and just walked around for awhile. I've been working in New York for years, so didn't spend much time looking around anymore, but when my wife was with me, it was time to look at everything anew. We'd venture around and view the sights and just enjoy the cool fall temperatures.
This night, we were walking back to our hotel and came across an adult video store in Midtown Manhattan. Even though sex wasn't as important as it once was to us, I've always maintained my playfully dirty mind, and was constantly getting my hand slapped for touching her ass in public places. In line with my dirty mind, I snickered and suggested we look around in there for any interesting items.
While the video on DVD stage, at least in my mind, seems to be mostly dead with the prevalence of Internet porn, I knew they'd have a bunch of toys and other things for us to see. Hopefully, we'd see something that might get Stacy excited enough for one of our less frequent, but still enjoyable sex sessions. I truthfully expected her to make a snide comment about me being a bad boy and keep walking, but to my mild surprise, she said yes.
Well, I had started it, so had to finish it. We went in.
If I'd known what would happen as a result of this offer, I now wonder if I would've said anything about the store when we passed. Most of the time–about 99.9999% of it– I always think about it and say, "Hell Yes!"
Back to the story. We went down a set of steps from the sidewalk into the establishment and indeed it was full of sex toys and porn DVDs, categorized in a fairly neat manner and clearly marked by signage leading you to the amateur, gangbang/orgy, lesbian, and so on shelves in the store.
There were several men in the place, all browsing, but from my brief glance around, they all took note of the gorgeous woman walking into the place on my arm. I smiled a little bit to myself and steered my bride to the first row of items. I liked knowing that all these guys were jealous of me. Stacy was obviously uncomfortable, but had made the decision to come inside this place so she graciously continued on and gave it a go.
We wandered about for a bit, starting at the sex toys. We have a number of toys at home and even a decent collection of bondage gear so there wasn't anything really new to her. However, I could tell she was a little nervous looking at these things in front of all these men. Typically, we usually shop and order these items online and have them shipped to our home. It was fun and sexy watching her get use to picking up, inspecting and browsing all these toys with obviously horny men wandering around watching her.
I admit, I was enjoying the attention she was receiving and so drug my feet here and there to slow down the process of getting the hell out of there. When we got to the movies, we began browsing and it was obvious they had categories of videos way beyond anything either of us had ever dreamed of before. We moved quickly through a few of those items and spent more time looking at DVD's more in our liking, which is generally straight sex with some kind of a plot. We'd watched porn with a variety of scenes in them beyond the straight couple and even played out some harmless fantasies with just the two of us, but we never delved into porn about swinging, group sex and the like.
When we reached the end of a particular row, we saw a man with a fist full of one dollar bills standing in front of an opening that headed into the back. Above the door was a sign indicating there were video booths in that area.
I was immediately intrigued. As we rounded the corner past the man and headed up the next aisle of movies, I began talking about how nice it would be to actually see some of the movies before we purchased one. That way, we'd know what we were getting. Stacy seemed to know where I was headed and gave me a strange look; she knows me so well. I just smiled and told her that we should check out the video booths and see what movies were showing in them.
I could tell the idea took her way out of her comfort zone, but I promised that we'd just step in, check it out and leave if she hated it. She did agree to go and her blush was obvious, and beautiful. We approached the man and I exchanged a twenty-dollar bill for twenty singles. You could almost call the look on his face a leer, as we walked hand-in-hand past him to the booths. I, for one, was smiling.
We walked down the immediate row of them until we came across one that was unoccupied, as indicated by the light above the door. They seemed busier than I expected them to be, but then I assumed guys were jacking off to porn in them. It had to be cheaper than buying a DVD.
Stepping inside, we closed the door and noticed immediately that it was very dark as I fumbled with the lock to ensure no one walked in on us. The only real light came from the small TV, which was flipping through some preview scenes. The only other sources of light were the dollar bill slot, which was beckoning to be paid, and the channel up and down buttons.
I slipped two or three singles into it and hit the green button to start the show. The first scene to pop up was a man and woman fucking on a blanket in the woods. It was very sexy, but the channel up and down buttons were blinking beseechingly, so I just had to see what was on the other channels. As I began flipping through them Stacy tried to make herself comfortable on the small bench in the room.
I flipped through each channel and stopped long enough on each scene to gauge her interest. With it being somewhat dark, it was hard to tell anything other than she was not sure about being there at all. We buzzed through a variety of channels and eventually came back to the one where the couple was fucking outdoors. When unsure, it's best to stop on monogamous sex, I supposed.
I sat beside her and asked how she was doing. She indicated that she was alright, so we just sat quietly and watched for a few minutes. I began caressing her leg and thinking how surreal the situation was. The entire area was permeated with pornographic sounds from every booth close by. As I rubbed her knee and began working my way up her jeans-covered thigh, we heard one sound distinctly different from the rest and became sure our neighbor in the booth next door was having a big orgasm. I know this, because Stacy stared at me wide eyed as he proved that he could just not stay quiet while in orgasm. We both laughed quietly at that and then Stacy began to actually relax a bit. I mean, how could anything be more embarrassing than having someone hear you masturbating.
After watching for a few minutes, I was feeling lucky and we began to kiss. I noticed that when we weren't kissing that her eyes were now glued to the screen. I checked it out and the scene had changed from a couple fucking outdoors to different woman on a blanket sucking the cocks of multiple guys standing around her. I had no idea she would even like anything like that so it made me smile inside. I took the opportunity to move my hand up her leg and begin rubbing her pussy over her jeans.
I was encouraged when a small moan escaped her lips and she spread her legs more. We began making out heavier and I worked to pull her sweater over her head so I could get at her breasts. I didn't really have any plans of how far we would go in the dingy booth, but I thought we'd at least get started having a night of fun.
It was then the movie quit and I had to fumble around to get more singles out of my pocket and feed them to the machine. While I was doing that, and since our eyes had adjusted to the darker environment, it was then that Stacy and I first noticed that we weren't entirely alone. No one was in the booth with us, obviously, but we had just discovered the glory holes on the walls on either side of us.
I was no stranger to internet porn, so I knew what one was, but I was still somewhat taken aback. The thing that caught me was these didn't seem like sloppily cut and taped holes like in so many porn videos. Rather, they were rectangular padded slots purposely manufactured in these booths. In other words, these things were made for peeping and participating with others.
For me, it was a turn on, but I had no idea how Stacy would react. If I'd even been remotely aware they could be there, I would've warned her, so she'd know what to expect. On second thought, maybe I wouldn't have.
The first thing she noticed was in the hole on one side of us, a man was peeking through and watching us. As if that wasn't shocking enough, out of the other hole protruded a hard cock. A real live, human cock protruded into Stacy's space in our booth. I'm sure it didn't matter the size, shape or color of said cock; only that it was the last thing Stacy expected to see and therefore was the reason for her reaction.
