Stuck in the glory hole
I know this is a very long story, but so much happened that I wanted to share with you. My name is John. I am a forty something year old man in a very strained relationship with my wife Chris. We have been married twenty plus years and not too long ago I was at a holiday party and one of my attractive younger co-workers, Molly came on to me. We didn't do anything more than some serious making out in one of the offices, and nothing more came of it. Mostly because I suffered immense guilt over the event and avoided the woman. A few weeks after this happened she confronted me by dragging me into an open office and wanted to know why I was avoiding her.
"Listen Molly, I find you very, very attractive and I am extremely tempted to pursue something with you but I am a married man and I take that commitment to my wife very seriously. I have avoided you because I didn't want to have this conversation and tell you how I really felt and that I could never act on it."
I breathed a strong sigh of relief when she told me that she fully understood and though she had feelings for me too, she would never want to put me in a bad situation. She ended our conversation by kissing me on the cheek and saying that my situation ever changed to keep her in mind.
I figured that whole episode was behind me and I could sleep better at night and be more comfortable at work.
Well, that relief was very short lived.
When I got home that night Chris was sitting in the living room and had an angry look on her beautiful face.
"Hey honey, is something wrong? You look like you're mad at something. Did something happen?"
"Did you think you could hide it from me?"
"Hide what?'
I was out to lunch with a few of my girlfriends, one of whom you know from the office, Carol. She told me about your little tryst with Molly"
"What little tryst?"
Carol told me that she saw you two go off into an office at the holiday party, close the door and didn't come out for quite a while. So what happened in there and what else have you done with Molly? How long has this been going on?"
"Whoa, it's not what you think, I..."
She cut me off, "Go ahead, use that standard line of not what you think, nothing happened."
"But really, we were both a little drunk and admittedly I went with her to the office willingly. We made out for a few minutes and then I realized what I was doing and pushed her away and left. In fact just today she approached me and I told her how nothing could ever happen between us because I am happily married and I don't want to ever screw that up."
"Well, that ship has sailed." And she stormed upstairs and slammed the bedroom door behind her.
I gave her some time to cool down and when I went to the bedroom, the door was locked. I knocked and asked her if I could come in. "Not tonight" was all she said.
In the morning she didn't come out until she was dressed and ready to go to work. She just breezed past me on her way out the door, not even looking at me. Before I could even say good morning the front door closed behind her.
That was over a year ago. Since then our sex life has been virtually non-existent, just a few episodes of her granting me access to pussy while she lay there completely disinterested until I finished.
There was one major change in her behavior though. She became very possessive of my time. She constantly had to know where I was going, how long I would be, who I was with, etc. One day I went somewhere different from where I had told her I was going because while I was out I decided to run an errand that I had been meaning to get to. When I got home she was back in the living room again and as I walked in I was immediately filled with dread because of the look on her face.
"Why were you out by the turnpike? You didn't tell me you were going there. Who did you meet with this time, Molly again?"
"What in the actual fuck is going on, are you following me?"
"Just answer the question. Who were you with? What was her name?"
"I wasn't with anyone. I just went to the hardware store to get that thing to fix the back porch. Do you want to see the receipt? Again, how did you know where I was?"
"Don't worry about that, I have my ways. Just remember, you better not lie to me ever again, because I WILL find out."
I left it as it was, figuring I deserved what I got as my actions had caused all of this.
As our sex life went into virtual hiatus, I started to get into on line porn more and more. I had been an occasional practitioner of beating my meat to porn, but it started to become an obsession.
Over the months as with most men I feel, I became a little jaded and took longer to get into it. I moved towards kinkier things to get that level of excitement.
I was watching mostly blowjob scenes then that migrated towards a lot of glory hole videos. I became obsessed with them. I found myself searching for more and more varied videos featuring the glory hole. The idea of a faceless, body-less cock being serviced by beautiful women really got my motor running. Eventually I started to fantasize myself being the one giving the blowjob instead of the one receiving. I couldn't get into the gay glory hole, at least visually, but the thought still captivated me.
I became so obsessed that I went on line to see if there were any glory holes in my area. Of course since there are so many legal restrictions, no place advertised that there were Glory holes, so I searched instead for "viewing booths". I found a local Adult Book Store that also had booths. My obsession got the better of me and I figured I would head out and check it out.
I made up an excuse to tell Chris I was going on an errand that would take me past the store and headed out.
Driving towards the store, just thinking what I was heading towards and the thought of what I was intending to do got my heartbeat racing and my skin was tingling. It was such a rush, both of fear and excitement. It was in a pretty seedy part of town, but I found it easily. There were six or seven cars in the parking lot when I pulled in. I headed inside.
The store was pretty clean and there were all kinds of sex toys on display and rows of videos. In the back of the store there was a door with a neon sign above that said "Private viewing". As I headed over towards the doorway, the clerk called out "Hey, can I help you?"
I walked over to the counter and said, "I just wanted to check out the viewing area."
