This whole event started rather innocently. My wife had called me to say her and Sherri had been shopping and were hungry so they were stopping to grab a bite and they asked me if I wanted to join them.
Surprisingly they had grown to be best buds through all of this and I could not have been happier. I had clearly benefited from this friendship and the girls seemed to have fun no matter what they did.
I obviously accepted and joined them at one of our favorite restaurants. Over dinner, somehow the conversation worked its way around to the topic of adult video stores. Sherri with her sexy dirty mouth had wondered what exactly they were all about and she asked if we had ever gone in one?
"Gary got me drunk once and we did," Debbie said.
"Actually, we went to one two times," I corrected my wife. (One big step with my wife --Another big step with my wife)
"Oh ya, well like I said he got me drunk so I really don't remember much about it," she lied.
"Ohh, well what are they like? What's in them, just a bunch of fuck videos?" Sherri asked giggling.
"Sure they have those," I responded. "Actually hundreds and hundreds of them. They also have all kinds of dildos, blow up life sized girls with working cunts, you name it," I laughed.
"And I suppose a bunch of horny guys browsing through them, or picking up toys for their wives or girlfriends," Sherri giggled.
"Oh sure," I chuckled. "Hey sex pays. It's big business. They also have private video rooms where you can watch the videos," I added.
"Ya, but you gotta watch out for the glory holes," Debbie jumped in with her two cents worth.
"I thought you were too drunk to remember anything," I laughed.
"Well those were hard to forget," my wife said turning beet red.
"OK, fill me in guys," Sherri said, "What the fuck is a glory hole?"
It seems Sherri with her filthy mouth had led a sheltered life and was not all that well traveled since she did not know what a glory hole was.
Debbie jumped in, "They're holes they cut in the walls in those video rooms. Guys stick their penises through the hole for somebody in the next room over to suck on," she responded almost too enthusiastically.
"Bull shit," Sherri blurted, not believing what Debbie had said.
"No it's true," I chimed in. "I can't believe you have never heard of them before," I added.
"You guys are fucking with me, right?" Sherri giggled.
"No it's true," Debbie giggled.
"So a dude goes into a private video room and sticks his cock through a hole and waits for someone to suck it. Ya... Right," she giggled. "So then," she continued. "Since you went to one of these places, and actually saw these so called glory holes," she giggled. "That means you sucked on a cock sticking through the hole then," she laughed.
Debbie was blushing brilliant red as she stammered, "W-w-well Gary tells me I did, but to be honest with you, I don't remember," she lied again.
"And did the dude shoot his cum in your mouth?" Sherri laughed.
"I don't remember," My wife lied.
"He did," I chimed in. "And she swallowed," I chuckled.
"Well of course she did, she's addicted," Sherri laughed. Both Sherri and I got swatted by my blushing wife.
"Look, I still think you two are fucking with me. I can't believe anyone would stick their cock through a hole in the wall hoping to get it sucked," Sherri giggled. "I know you're both pulling my leg.
"OK," I said. "I have to make a run to Portland the week after next, how about I take you both with me and I will show you an actual glory hole," I chuckled.
"You're on mister," Sherri said jutting her chin in my direction. "Let me check Ozzy's schedule. If he is out of town, I'll do it," she giggled.
So this was how one of the most unforgettable weekends of my life got started. As it turned out, Ozzy was in fact scheduled out of town and on the morning of our departure, Sherri showed up at our place all packed and ready to go.
A few hours later the three of us pulled into a motel I had booked. I booked a room with two king sized beds and was eagerly anticipating being sandwiched between both girls that night at a minimum.
As it turned out, the night got a whole lot wilder than even I imagined it would. We had stopped on the way and eaten so the girls were eager to explore Portland's night life and Sherri kept reminding us that we had to show her these "glory holes" we had talked about. She still thought we were bullshitting her.
The girls went into the bathroom and changed. I was comfortable with what I had on, so I sat on the bed and waited.
When they came out I immediately got a hard on. Sherri had a kind of a tube top on and it was obvious she was braless. Her hard nipples poked noticeably at the pale blue fabric of the top. Her skirt was short, reaching only about mid thigh which showed plenty of her firm shapely legs. Debbie wore a silky tan blouse and I immediately noticed she had a bra on.
"Huh uh babe," I said. "No bra tonight," I chuckled.
She immediately threw one of her foot stomping hissy fits. "Gaaaaaary..." she whined as she stomped her feet and turned bright red, before turning and plodding back in the bathroom to take her bra off.
"And no panties either," I yelled after her.
"Gaaaaarrryyyyyy..." she whined from the bathroom.
"Wha..." Sherri stammered. "No panties?" she chuckled. "You fucking pervert," she giggled as she pulled her short skirt up and gripped her bikini panties and slid them sensuously down her firm legs giving me a nice view of her hairless cunt in the process.
Sherri was spinning her panties on her finger when my blushing wife emerged from the bathroom.
"I should have known," Debbie said giggling. "He always gets this way when we're out of town. He wants to show me off and insists I dress this way. One trip he even took all my underwear out of my suitcase so when we got to our destination I had no bras or panties to wear," she laughed. (One big step with my wife)
"Ya, men are all alike," Sherri chuckled. "Fucking perverts ogling our tits and our pussy's whenever they can."
I called the front desk and got the name and directions to a cocktail lounge where they had dancing and we were on our way. Walking behind the girls with my hard cock pointing the way I admired their tight asses. My wife's apple ass was the best, but Sherri's tight ass was a very close second. Neither of them was tall, but Sherri was taller than Debbie and in their short skirts, it was obvious their legs went all the way up to their firm asses.
I felt like the king of the mountain walking in with these two babes on either side of me. Their firm tits jiggled seductively making it more than obvious neither of them wore bras. Of course Debbie was more than obvious with her pointy nipples boring twin holes in her silky blouse. We slid into a booth and I insisted on being in the middle. My cock was at rock hard as I watched them slide in on either side of me. Both sets of firm tits wobbling and jiggling with all nipples at full attention.
All those we passed on our way to the booth could not stop looking as they watched us walk by. There were several couples, but also several guys there that were stag.
I ordered us a round of drinks and we had just gotten our first round when a brave guy sheepishly approached our booth.
"I could not help but notice you brought an extra girl tonight. Is there any chance one of them might care to dance?" he asked smiling broadly.
"Hey it's up to them," I shrugged my shoulders glancing at both sides of me.
Both girls giggled looking at each other then at the guy standing there. They both shrugged their shoulders almost in unison.
Taking this as a yes, the guy reached and grabbed my wife's hand pulling her onto the dance floor. I knew he would go for the nipples.
Which is exactly what Sherri said as my wife was whisked away. "It's those fucking nipples of hers," she complained. "Guys love pointy nipples," she grumbled.
"Hey I like your nipples too," I laughed as I reached and tweaked one with my finger.
Sherri giggled and slid her hand over to grip my hard on through my pants. "You fucking guys are all alike," she giggled.
When the song was over my wife and the guy returned to the table. Debbie was blushing brightly so I knew something had happened on the dance floor. Plus the obvious hard on the guy was sporting was a dead giveaway.
As soon as he left, Debbie leaned across me to tell Sherri what had happened. "He was all over me," she giggled. "I mean it was like hand to hand combat, he was groping me everywhere," she exclaimed excitedly.
This was how it was the entire time we were there. One guy after another coming and dancing with either Sherri or my wife. I kept the drinks coming the entire time.
Sherri returned after a slow dance with one of the guys and giggled. "If there had been another slow dance, I know he would have tried to stick his cock in me. That crafty fuck even managed to stick a finger in me, or it may have been two. He was quick," she laughed. "His fucking hard on was grinding against me the entire time."
"All you men are alike," Sherri repeated. "Just look at your husband's cock Debbie," she said. "He has a fucking hard on a cat couldn't scratch. He gets off on watching us fighting for our lives on the dance floor."
"Oh I know he does," my wife agreed giggling. "He is a pervert," she laughed.
Since I did not want them too drunk, I suggested we show Sherri a glory hole. This brought uncontrolled laughter from both girls as they agreed with my suggestion and slid out of the booth.
A while later I pulled into a parking lot close to our destination. I did not want to park directly in front of the adult arcade. The girls got out giggling like school kids. My wife's silky blouse did little to hide her hard nipples, if anything it made them all the more delicious looking. Her skirt slid up as she slid out of the car giving me a brief glimpse of her bare wet cunt lips.
