Jean had known I frequented gloryholes before We became a couple. She continued to support my 'addiction' within Our relationship. We were both BiSexual and often played with others together and separately.
"I want You to fuck me through a gloryhole, Jean announced halfway through desert one Friday night.
Both excitement and surprise stopped me mid-chew. Our eyes met and I knew She was serious.
"I've given it alot of thought." She continued as I resumed chewing. "You've supported all my wilder fantasies and desires, not to mention participated in activities outside of Your comfort level. Though You enjoy most even today."
She paused. We both studied each other for a few minutes.
"OKAY!" It was Timmy, at work. She finally spoke up. "You know, the cute, young, Gay Guy I work with."
I smiled because I knew where this was going.
"Exactly." Jean pointed at me and smiled. "He told me what happened last weekend. He said He was feeling guilty having been fucked by my Man."
I took another bite and listened.
"I told Him that I knew what my Man was into, and that I supported it." Jeans smile got mischievous. "I have to admit, by the way He described Your fucking through that gloryhole...I was a little jealous!"
"So when are We doing this?" I asked before taking the last bite of my desert.
"Tomorrow afternoon. Early." Jean said confidently.
"Sounds good." I said with a smile as I got up and began clearing the table.
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Morning came. Final preparations were made for Jeans first visit to my weekly 'stomping grounds'.
Jean dressed in a tight, white tank-top that was partially see-thru. No bra. A mid-thigh denim skirt and no panties. Her dark auburn hair down, which was just past Her shoulders. Her cute little nipples were as hard as ever from Her excitement.
I wore a denim button-up shirt and my usual cargo pants with no underwear. I packed a few 'accessories' for the visit to surprise Jean with.
"I'm so excited I'm soaked already!" Jean whispered as I parked in the ABS lot.
She reached under Her skirt and pulled out a soaked hand.
Licking Her fingers clean and kissing Her palm, "I sure like it when You're ready to go!"