Unexpected Encounter

This is a story that happened to me. Some of the details have been changed. Thank you for reading. I appreciate comments that might make the next story better.

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When I walked into work Monday, I noticed my colleague Bill, seemed distracted. This is not good as security personnel, we need to be focused and ready at all times. I figured I'd give him some time to see if he got his head back in the game before I said anything.

Bill and I have worked together for more than 5 years now and he is a very good teammate. We seem to have the kind of unspoken communication when it comes to high intensity events and thus far, neither of us have been injured or sued in our professional capacity. We are private security for high roller executives, some celebrities and a few un-liked politicians. Well let's be honest, most politicians are un-liked these days. There are several who often get death threats. That is where we come in.

Bill is former military, so he is a good rule follower and I am just kind of a bad-ass. I was raised by a single mom in the 80's and we grew up without very much money. With poverty comes violence, stress, and uncertainty and I was not immune to these factors. Being a small child, I got picked on a lot. As the years went by, I found myself growing in stature and strength. More often than not, I came out on the right side of a fight. My mom was kind of a hippy before she had me and she didn't like that. One of her rational friends encouraged her to get me into martial arts at 15. I learned discipline and technique; when to fight and went to walk away. Taekwondo probably kept me from a life in prison or worse.

"Hey Bill, you okay over there?" I asked.

"I will be, Mike. I know we have a job today. I'll be ready." Bill reassured me.

"Okay."

That being said, I went to the locker room to change and get myself ready. After a quick shit, shower, and shave, I put my vest on and then dressed for work. Wearing the black suit has never set right with me but the money is good, there is always something new to deal with and I like being the hero. Sue me.

As we made our way to the garage to get the Black SUV we'd be transporting Miss Whomever Celebrity to whatever place full of fake people she needed to be at, I could tell Bill was not with me yet. Once we were in the rig, I sat silently without starting the truck waiting to see how long it would take Bill to notice we weren't going anywhere. It took about a minuet before he looked over at me with a puzzled look. I didn't say anything or show an expression on my face. We sat in that awkward silence for a little bit.

"Okay, I get it Mike. I'm getting there." he started. "It's just that Ronda..." he tailed off.

"Is Ronda okay?" I was genuinely concerned since she had become a friend over the years. Whether you are a cop, fireman, military or security guard the stress of possibly dying at your job does bring people together. Bill was more of a colleague, he was my friend. We'd seen plenty of fist fights, knife attacks, and even survived a few shootouts together over the years. Regular people are difficult to hang out with because they either are afraid of you, or think you are full of shit when you tell stories. We have grilled out together, gone on vacation together, and the rest of things friends do. I was hoping Ronda was going to be fine.

"In the physical sense, she is okay. I know I married a crazy broad, but even now she still surprises me." Bill said. "Look, I'm clear and ready. We can talk about it after work. Do you still want to have beers after?"

"Yes of course, just make sure you dial it in, so we don't get the princess or ourselves hurt." I cautioned Bill.

"I am there already. We are good." Bill said.

*

The job went fine. It turns out the celebrity of the day wasn't nearly as popular as she believed herself to be and the gala event was just another luncheon with a non profit do good group. There wasn't a threat and we were the only security in the hotel event room. Usually with celebrity events there are so many private security, we outnumber the guests. She seemed to have a good time and actually thanked us at the end of the event, which was rare.

*

Sitting at the pub table n the bar, I could tell Bill was still stewing on whatever was bugging him and he didn't seem quick to share. When I brought our beers over I jumped into it, "So, then tell me what is going on with your wife."

"Well...You know I love her right and I try to do anything to make her happy?"This was the understatement of the year in my opinion. I would have tossed her to the curb for some of the things she'd asked of Bill, but then again I'm single for a reason. He continued, "She came up with something I am not sure I can do and it is kind of my fault."

"Intrigued." I said.

"Okay but let me start at the beginning. You need some context. We both love each other, but over time the sex has been less and less, well less exciting than before. I know it happens with time but we're only 37 and still have a long way to go." Bill explained.

"Go on." I said.

"So we have talked about this and have tried ways to spice things up." Bill casually dropped this nugget while looking down at the table.

"Sounds reasonable." I said while my stupid mind started picturing Ronda in all manner of naughty ways. Ronda is kind of a stunner. She is about 5'5" and no more than 140 pounds. If I had to guess she was a medium C cup and had a firm ass from working out and chasing her children around. What is most impressive about her however is her smile and bright eyes. She had a clear eyed innocent look that if she stared long enough into my eyes, the little general in my pants would begin to stir. "Is it working?" I asked.

"Yes and no, kind of. This has me twisted up. I'm just going to get it out on the table. Maybe you can help me with this." Bill confessed.

"Right after I go get our next round, and I really have to take a piss."

"Do the latter before the former please." Bill said with a chuckle.

"Got it."

I got back with the beers and Bill looked like he was ready to really spill.

"We started with some toys and some outfits, which has been working just fine. She got this little maid outfit..." Bill started.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on there buddy." I cut him short. "That is my friend Ronda and I don't need any more pictures in my head about this that haven't got there on their own."

"Right shit, sorry. So it has been working and she decided she wanted to watch some amateur porn with me. I figure no problem, professional porn is gross but the amateur stuff is good. So anyway, we found a site where people post their sex for the rest of the internet to see. Most of the people are just regular but once in a while you see something special, or at least special to Ronda." Bill explained.

"I don't know where this is headed but I'm starting to like it." I said with a grin.

"Anyway, she found this video of a couple at a glory hole, you know what that is right?" he asked.

"No Bill, do tell me, I've only been single far more than I've had a girlfriend. Yes, I am familiar." I replied.

"So, this couple is in one of these booths at the adult bookstore and they are fooling around, until the wife notices the hole in the wall and takes a peek. Well, next we see her finger summoning a cock through the hole and she starts sucking it hard. She is going to town and her man is caressing her boobs and kissing her neck, really kinky shit. I figured she would skip to the next video but she was enthralled. It was a short clip, like 5 minuets or so, and she wanted to watch it again. When it started the second time, she fished my dick out of my pj's and gobbled my knob while watching the video. She hadn't done that in a while. Wow, when we first were together though.." Bill tailed off.

"Okay, okay, I get it. So far I'm not seeing what is troubling you about this." I mentioned.

"So a few days go by and Ronda is finding all the glory hole armature porn she can. She is really getting into it." Bill said with a smile. "Our sex life is back to the good ole' days, but part of me is concerned about how fixated she is with the videos so I asked her about it."

"And here comes the troubling part, I guess?" I asked.

"Yeah, here it is. Ronda tells me she wants to experience that. She wants to go to a glory hole with me." Bill said with a sad tone.

I nearly spit my beer out in poor Bill's face. I was so shocked and he looked so hurt that I wanted to console him, but didn't know what to say.

He continued, "So, she tells me it wouldn't be cheating, because I was there and it wouldn't matter who the guy was because she didn't care about that either. She just wanted to be so wanton and free that she could do that to a stranger." Bill paused for a few moments.

I nodded like a bobble head still not knowing what to say but I could picture Ronda on her knees sucking some random dick through the hole in the wall. The little general was awake.

Bill then continued, "I reminded her, she wouldn't know the person and there could be disease, or who knows what on the other side of the wall. Well, with her being a nurse, she assures me she would know if the 'cock was clean' her words not mine, and I really don't know where to go from here."

"Wow, I'm kind of stunned if you hadn't noticed. Why don't you go get the next round and I'll see what I can come up with." I said, so I could gather my thoughts and straighten out my jeans. The bind on my dick was starting to hurt.

Damn, poor guy was in a pickle of sorts, I thought. I sat there wondering if wives or husbands, for that matter, knew what they were putting their spouses through when they came up with ideas of adding people to their sex lives. I don't think we were born to be monogamous but when a marriage adds more people into the bed, I know there can be trouble. Sure Bill and I have been good friends for a while, but we really never talked about his and Ronda's sex life. The whole thing was a lot for me and left me with mixed thoughts and emotions.

"Did you come up with anything?" Bill asked as he returned with the beers.

"Um, no." I started. "I can now see why you were so out of sorts this morning. On the one hand, if you give in then there is a potential for disaster. On n the other, if you don't, she may go there herself and potentially cause a bigger disaster."

"I'm screwed, aren't I?" Bill asked.

I thought for nearly a minute before speaking and said, "You just might be. Say, remember when I told you about Bruce Lee and what he did when he had an insurmountable problem?"

"I remember, but I don't remember the specifics." Bill was trying to think, but I could tell he was overwhelmed.

"He would meditate on it, then write it down, and sleep over it until the answer came. Legend has it that is how he developed Jeet Kune Do." I offered.

Bill let out a very heavy sigh before speaking, "Well let's hope it helps." He raised his beer mug to the middle of the table and with a clank said, "Cheers."

Several Days Later:

I was at work early when Bill came into the locker room with an over sized grin on his face, "Mike, my man, you are a genius. I did meditate and sleep on the problem and I think I have it solved."

"Hey, great man. Good to hear." I started to walk out of the locker room to the office, but Bill began to speak again.

"Don't you want to know what I came up with? Well, I'll tell you when we're alone." he added.

Honestly, I didn't want to know. The past few days had me thinking of Bill's wife in a very sexual and dirty way. That wasn't the kind of guy I was. Other men's wives had always been off limits to me. When that LG or little general thinks they aren't off limits I'd remind him that,yes they are. And he gets the picture. Don't get me wrong, I'd flirt with another man's woman if it was harmless flirting, but I didn't need their sex life in my head, ya know?

The day went as it normally would; a couple of protective details, office paperwork, scheduling, reports, and fueling the rig. Security work is boring until it isn't and then it can be so eventful a guy winds up with PTSD. I like the excitement and adrenaline. I guess I am the typical high, risk-taking, adrenaline junkie, Alpha male.

Bill put away the SUV, came into our office and closed the door. Our door is only closed when someone is going to get yelled at or fired and I knew that wasn't the case, so this had to be about slutty Ronda. The little guy in my mind that controls the LG started calling her that. The little general likes it and likes her slutty. Damn, I didn't want to have this conversation with Bill, but here we are.

"Okay Mike, so you know my problem and we don't have to revisit it right?"

"Good god no, let's don't." I said in all sincerity.

With a little laugh Bill started again, "So okay then. I found my solution.".

"And I suppose you think I want closure on the conversation or something. We'll I'm good and you really don't need to tell me." I added.

"Oh but I do, friend, because YOU are the solution, Mike."

"What? I don't follow you -- have no idea what you are talking about," and at the time, I did know.

"Okay, so I really meditated on this, slept on it when it came to me. If I can't control my sex-crazed, glory hole wanting wife, what can I control? Do you see what I am saying?" Bill asked.

"Still no clue." I offered.

"I can control who is on the other side of the wall, as long as I per-plan and have someone ready, someone I trust. You see this solves it. She gets her fantasy and I know she is safely doing it. And you would get something out of it too. It is a win-win-win," Bill said with a smile.

"Hang on there, Hop Along. You can't really be asking me to let your wife give me a blowjob at an adult bookstore through a glory hole are you?" The little general was about half of full staff, but I didn't want to be too obvious. "Does that sound right to you, Bill?" I asked.

"Well, as we figured out, if I don't take her to one she just might take herself. But if I do take her, it has to be safe. Who's safer than you, Mike?"

My mind was whirling. Fuck yeah I'd do it in a heart beat, but 'don't seem too eager' I told myself. I also told the LG to ease up. There would be a time, but this was not it. I cautioned, "Bill, make 100% sure this is what you want. I can see where it will help you, but I think you really should try to get her to see that she should let go of the idea."

"I know you are right, but Ronda doesn't let go of things she wants. She is kind of an adolescent in that way. But I love her so much that I try to overlook her bratty side." he confessed.

I wanted to say, 'which way to Slutty Ronda's mouth' but instead I asked, "So, what do we do next?"

The following Saturday afternoon:

Bill texted me for the fourth time since 10 am: "Make sure you are parked beside the building so Ronda doesn't see your truck."

"I know, we've been through this. It is going to be fine." I texted back.

Earlier that week, Bill went to the adult bookstore that has the movie theater booths in the back of the store. He checked the layout, the parking lot, the surveillance cameras, and everything he thought he might need to know. To us it was kind of like doing a building security check before a protectee can go there. We will visit the setting several different times to see which variables change, we check the lighting, the cameras, the access, and determine the best way to keep the protectee safe, in this case - Ronda. Bill did the recon to find the best way to get my cock in his wife's mouth without her knowledge that it was me. That might ruin the fantasy for her.

I was to get there before they arrived and grab the first booth to the right of the back entrance. This place was classy and had an electric lock on the entrance door to the theaters; I guess in case the police raided it. I really didn't know because I hadn't spent time in a bookstore theater until now. Bill was going to walk them to the last booth along the wall and once I heard her high heels pass me, I would open the door and peek to make sure no one but me would try to get into the booth next to them. Saturday afternoon was shown to have the least amount of cars in the parking lot and we figured, less room for error with fewer people there. He decided a quarter after one would be when they would enter the bookstore.

I got there at ten after one and made my way to the counter. The man working the counter winked at me when I bought the code for the movie panel in the theater rooms. It was all a surreal thing to be doing on a Saturday afternoon, but I've done a lot of strange things in my life. At about one seventeen, I heard the electro-lock buzz and pop open. A few seconds later, I heard the click, click, click, of high heels on the tile floor. My heart raced and the little general was getting ready for duty.

I watched through the parted door where the hinges meet the wall as they walked the short distance to the last stall. Once I saw Ronda go in, I opened the door and quickly made my way to the last booth watching Bill enter the other little booth and see the door close. I opened the door next to them and the hinges squeaked as though they had never been lubricated.

At this point, I had a mostly hard dick and my pulse had quickened to a rate of a medium hard workout. Beads of sweat were beginning to appear on my forehead and the adrenal gland had started secreting the magic juice.

I didn't want Ronda to see my face so I half glanced at through the hole from above. I could see the soft curve of her breast with a hardened nipple and my friends hand caressing said breast. By now, I was hard as a rock; well as hard as a 40 yr old can get. I heard muffled talk on the other side of the wall as I punched in the code to the television machine and found a nice lesbian scene to jack off to. I undid my jeans and took my hard member into my hands, slowly stroking from base to head. I stood close enough to the hole so if Ronda tried to look and see who it was, she would only see my hand and my cock.

It wasn't but about half a minuet when I saw two bright red fingernails make their way through the hole. She turned her hand over a little and gave me the "come here" sign, motioning towards her side of the wall. I slowly pushed all 7 and a half inches of me through the hole. My genetics were a blessing in that area.

With the first lick of her tongue on the head of my dick, a shiver ran from my toes to my skull. Ronda expertly took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked away. I could feel her excitement with every bob of her head. The pressure was exquisite. She sucked and teased and licked my meat like I hadn't felt in years and I was loving it. This went on for a about 5 minuets and I was getting as horny as I had been when I was a teenager. I felt her small fingers replace her mouth stroking me and I again heard muffled conversation on the other side of the wall. I managed to fit my balls through the hole giving her all of my manhood. There was more conversation and a little more stroking, then her hand left me. I wondered if maybe she had her fill and was ready to leave.

As that thought crossed my mind, I felt the wettest, tightest pussy engulf the head of my cock. I've been in enough pussy to know the difference between that and a blow job. Ronda slowly worked her way onto my cock and it felt amazing. She was so tight for a woman in her late 30's. I could hardly believe it was her and that this was happening. She buried me in her and just stayed there letting our bodies get to know one another for nearly a full minute Then she slowly pulled herself up my shaft and slowly back down. Ronda fucked my dick in the wall for a good 10minutes at that very slow pace. Once in a while, I could feel her fondle my sack. The pressure to not cum was mounting as she began to move faster and faster up and down my cock.