My wife and I are the types of people willing to try new things. We are each other's first time, and since then, we have been willing to experiment with new things. I spent the first year of marriage in Iraq, where on a whim, she would buy porn DVDs and mags and send them to me. What really threw me off was that the movies were almost always opened. When I asked her about it, she said she had to make sure there wasn't anything too freaky, and then tell me which scene I should watch first.
Fast forward twelve years, and she still has that same adventurous streak. While her years of trying new things applied mainly to toys, positions, and different types of kink, we had never tried anything involving other people. Sure we talked about it, but there was never any real follow through.
My wife Jen is about 5'3", 120 pounds, with long wavy auburn hair, and 38DDD tits. On her frame, she looks as top heavy as Dolly Parton, but they are all hers. I am about 6'4", 230 pounds. My body isn't cut or ripped, but I am still in good shape. I am very broad, so despite the lack of abs, I carry my weight very well.
One night we were exploring the community around our newest Army base, and came across a porn store. Jen was feeling somewhat adventurous, and suggested we stop in. I had no issues, so we pulled in. The first thing that I saw was that not only did it have a huge collection of movies (with any possible fetish you could think of) they had an adult arcade.
"We should go in the arcade," Jen ribbed. We had seen several of these in other stores but never used them.
Calling her bluff, I said "Sure, just let me see what we need to do."
I found the sign that directed me to the clerk at the counter who ran the booths, and went up to her to ask about the arcade.
"May I help you?" she asked, with a sweet Dixie drawl.
"How much to use the arcade? My wife and I are interested."
"Well, um, it's not typically a couples thing," she stammered. "They all have gloryholes," she whispered hoarsely.
"What's that?" Jen asked innocently.
"Well, that's where there is a hole in the wall of the booth, and the man puts his dick through, and gets a blow job from a mystery girl on the other side," the clerk explained.
"And how would a girl go about getting a job like this?" my wife inquired, making me look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, they audition. We send a girl who is interested into the middle booth, and when a 'customer' goes in, we watch her performance. If she does good, we work her into the rotation."
"Could I audition? With my husband watching? I know how much it would turn him on to watch me sick off another cock," she volunteered.
"Well, um, if he's ok with it," she stammered looking to me to offer her an out.
Shrugging, I simply said that I was cool with it. Jen knew I've always wanted to see her perform on another guy, and here was her big chance.
"Well, I suppose the customer is right. Just know that since this is an audition, you only get 25% of the fee. Now let's get you situated. By the way, I'm Roxanne, but y'all can call me Roxy."
Roxy led us through the back room of the store and took us to the booth where the girls 'work'. Inside the room, she gave us the rules of how the girl's booth worked.
"Ok, so when the man comes in, he may make some small talk, and he might ask to touch you through the hole. If he does, it's fine, but you have the right to say no. Keep in mind, he may tip if you let him get a handful of tit or finger your snatch. When you are ready for him, just put your hand through the hole and motion him with your finger. After he cums, and you are done, tap him on the tip, and he pulls out. If he doesn't, just hit that buzzer on the wall, and our bouncer will escort him out."
"Sounds pretty easy," Jen said. "Can't wait to work!"
Jen started stripping while she waited for the first man to get into his booth. "In case he wants anything to tip me for," she said with a wink. After freeing her massive tits from her bra, she unbuttoned her jeans and started to peel them off. As she pushed her jeans and panties down, I couldn't help but notice that they were wet.
"Excited?" I asked.
"Very," she giggled after seeing her underwear.
On the other side of the wall, we heard the booth door close, and her audition was underway.