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Story title : Glory Hole Wife

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Glory Hole Wife (M+ m+ F, intr, orgy) 
by Shakespeare_I._Aint 
(shakespeare_i._aint@mailexcite.com)

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Chapter One: The Announcement

Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the four-
bedroom colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that 
occurred only at night in their busy home. The odd and 
relaxing silence that sleeping kids would bring. Oh 
sure, a few giggling outbursts or requests for water 
from the children, but then as they drifted off the 
blessed silence would come.

Mary was upstairs putting the children to bed. Four of 
them. From ten year old hellion, David, to three year 
old Beth. With eight year old, Tommy and six year old 
Faith in between. Four busy kids. While Mary was 
upstairs with the kids, Joseph straightened up the 
ground floor of the home. Mary and Joseph alternated the 
jobs of child-bedder and home-straightener. Putting the 
Sega away, picking up the books and CDs, clearing the 
kitchen counters, loading the dishwasher and generally 
improving the appearance of the home for the morning 
when the kids would descend and start their day anew. As 
tomorrow was Saturday, the mayhem would continue all 
day, Joseph reminded himself ruefully. 

Upstairs, Mary was reading Beth a book. Beth was just 
starting to lose focus on her mother; her blinking eyes 
taking longer each time to reopen. Mary read the 
mechanically, putting less character and volume into her 
voice as Beth started to nod off. Deep down, Mary was 
wrestling with a large problem. How to tell her husband, 
Joseph about the URGE. Because THE URGE was upon her. It 
had started two weeks ago as the tiniest suggestion in 
her head and built steadily until tonight it captivated 
her waking moments, bouncing around powerfully in her 
skull. THE URGE. Mary hoped Joseph would take it well. 
Not lay too much Catholic guilt on her. THE URGE was 
impervious to criticism, but Mary was not. Why do I have 
these thoughts, she asked herself sadly? Why?

As Beth drifted off, Mary closed the book and crept out 
of the bedroom. In the bathroom, she examined herself in 
the large half mirror. Mary Savior, wife and mother at 
thirty-six years. The Classic Soccer Mom. Had the 
minivan and suburban house. Identified herself first as 
a mother, second as a wife, third as a lover. 

She stood five foot nothing in her stocking flat feet; 
weighed between 125 pounds when she was exercising to 
140 pounds when her period was in and she guiltily 
indulged herself in forbidden sweets and happened to be 
off her exercise regimen. Shoulder-length blond hair and 
light blue eyes.

Mary would describe herself as average. Just average. 
Two B cup breasts after the four children; somewhat 
saggy with traceries of light blue veins; a stomach that 
pooched out slightly no matter which diet or how hard it 
was exercised. The belly button which frowned downward. 
The stretch marks, tiny white scars on her tummy and 
thighs and butt. The marks she bore for her children. 
Firmly resigned to wearing only one-piece bathing suits 
to hide her marks.

Turning around and looking back over her shoulder, Mary 
checked to see how her bottom appeared through her work 
slacks. Oh yeah. The ever-present slight sag of her 
butt, years ago her best feature. She sighed and left 
the bathroom. Time to talk with Joseph.

Joe was sitting at the dining room table paying the 
bills when Mary rejoined him. He gazed up at her fondly, 
his wife of 13 years. He loved everything about her. He 
was comfortable about her body and her pretty face. Any 
chance? On a Friday night? Probably not. They were 
generally worn out after work and coming home to fix 
dinner and be with the kids. She sure looked down about 
something. 

"Kids go down all right?"

"Yes," Mary answered dutifully. "Beth was nodding off 
before I finished Winnie the Pooh. The boys are quiet. I 
think Faith is already asleep." She sat down next to him 
at the large table. She sighed. That's how Joseph knew 
it was talking time. 

"Anything the matter, hon?" he asked anxiously, 
wondering what it could be. "You need something?"

Mary looked up at him. She didn't want to say the words. 
Didn't want to see the look of pain in his eyes. Again. 
She fought for the words and the context to put them in. 
She lost and just ended up blurting it out miserably. 

"I... I... I have THE URGE, Joe. I have the URGE and I'm 
so sorry..." she gushed, tears springing to her eyes. 

Joe felt the heat rush to his face as he stared at his 
wife. Not anger-- he loved her too much for that--but he 
felt the distress and the guilty twinge in his pants. 
Again? 

Mary watched him flush and cringed inwardly. Why do I do 
this to him? Why can't we be normal all the time? she 
wondered helplessly. But the word was out hanging 
awkwardly between them. She waited on her husband. Joe 
breathed out, his breath releasing his tension. 

"Again, honey? THE URGE again? So soon?" he asked, 
trying to keep his emotions out of the mix. Careful what 
you say, he cautioned himself. 

"Yes, Joe. So soon." Mary whispered. "It's been in my 
head for a couple of weeks now. I had to tell you. I'm 
sorry--I really am," she finished lamely, wanting 
nothing more than for Joe to hold her and make it all 
better. 

"The last time was...?"

"Three years ago, Joe. We had just had Beth," Mary 
answered sadly.

Joe was silent, lost in his thoughts. She wants to do it 
again? She has to do it again? He felt like he could cry 
himself, add his tears to hers. I have to be strong for 
Mary, he told himself. I love her and she loves me. THE 
URGE doesn't change that. He breathed rhythmically, 
forcing the tension out of his body. Force the blood out 
of his penis that was bent uncomfortably in his pants. 

"And you want to do it again?"

"I need to do it again, Joe. I don't want to. I need 
to," Mary said meekly, raising her face to gauge his 
reaction. 

"THE URGE," he repeated, sadly.

"Yes, Joe. THE URGE, Mary said patiently. "It's on me 
and I can't get rid of it. It's driving me crazy. I'm 
sorry."

Joseph was silent. He had to tell her it was okay even 
though it wasn't. Not by a long shot. But deep down in 
his mind, he knew he would make her sweat it out before 
he told her. He just couldn't let her know how scary and 
exciting a proposition these Urges were. He had that 
much coming for what the URGE put him through. Finally, 
"Okay, Mary. How do we do this?", he answered in his 
best gritty-pain voice. 

Mary sat back, relieved from this ordeal. Four times 
she'd had to tell Joseph about THE URGE. The first time 
was the worst but it never got easier. In fact, it 
always got harder, watching his pain. He loved her--she 
knew that--and she knew this caused him great pain. 
Watching his wife defiled by strangers. Because that's 
what THE URGE was. A pain-causing monster. A potential 
strain on the relationship. 

It had been four times now. Four times that Joseph had 
taken his wife to the gloryhole in the Men's Room of a 
rest stop on I-94 an hour and a half out of Chicago and 
her suburbs. Whereupon he was bound by Mary's rules 
while he watched her service strangers through a six-
inch by six-inch hole he'd had to cut himself in the 
wall between two stalls. Standing helplessly by while 
she was reviled by these lucky bastards and signaling 
for him to take another Polaroid to add to THE BOX. No 
pornography of any kind in the Savior home. No Playboys, 
nothing on the Internet, no saucy cable channels. Just 
THE BOX, with its Polaroids of Mary And The Strangers, 
carefully locked and hidden on the top shelf of the 
closet.

Away from prying eyes of their children. Even the key to 
the damn thing was hidden. Taped under a drawer in 
Mary's dresser. And Joseph suspected his wife looked at 
those pictures occasionally when she was alone. Relived 
those sessions. Maybe masturbated to them. And the 
saddest part was that Joseph himself had used them to 
masturbate in a furious seven-day spurt when Mary and 
the kids had gone to visit her parents in Minnesota. 
That had been humiliating to Joe. 

THE URGE was a powerful totem to Mary, Joseph knew. A 
kind of command to debase herself. The first time she 
asked him, it had taken two weeks of steady low-key 
argument before he gave his unwilling consent. And it 
had been every bit as nerve-wracking and slightly 
revolting as he thought it would be. He brought Mary 
home a cum-splattered and sore wreck. With bruises on 
her butt that didn't fade for weeks. And she had wanted 
more. He couldn't understand it, but Mary was a perfect 
life-partner in every other way. 

"Can this be the last? The last time we... do this?"

Mary's face was teary. She felt horrible about THE URGE. 
Just horrible. And it wouldn't let her agree. 

"I... no, Joe. I hope it'll hold me for a long time. I 
do. But I can't promise you it would be the last. I 
really can't," she finished miserably. 

Joe was silent, watching his loving wife steadily, 
hating to see her tears. He knew she felt bad. I should 
tell her it's all right. I should tell her it's 
frightening but it's all right. And I should tell her 
it's a weird kick for me, even though no man should let 
others use his wife. Or get off by watching it happen. 
But the only thing Joe could bring himself to say was: 

"When do we do this?" 

"I was thinking maybe... tomorrow night. Your Mom said 
they'd take the kids. Overnight." Mary's face was 
hopeful; she knew she was gushing-- showing she'd kind 
of had it planned out--and that could irritate Joe. "I 
was hoping maybe we'd spend the night at that little 
motel. And come home in the morning," she finished 
lamely, watching her husband's face. But Joe had put his 
poker face on. He had a wariness in his eyes that she 
had put there.

"What did you tell them we were doing?"

"Your parents? I told them we were thinking about 
heading into Chicago to see a show and do the Loop. I 
told them it depended on how much running around we had 
to do tomorrow. I told them I'd call her as soon as we 
figured out what we would do." She waited expectantly, 
praying.

"Okay, Mary. Call them and tell them we need them to 
baby-sit overnight. We'll do it. Okay?"

Mary felt fresh tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness 
that Joseph loved her and would help her with THE URGE. 
She loved him so much. 

"You want to go upstairs in a little while, Joe? I'd 
like that," she offered. Joe gave a rueful smile. 

"No thanks, hon. I'll save it up for tomorrow. I'm 
pretty tired and I've got some paperwork to go over. 
Rain check?"

"Rain check," Mary agreed, although she would have 
rather they had gone upstairs and made love. She wanted 
be with him for a while. 

He tossed and turned in bed that night, thinking about 
events to come. 


Chapter Two: The Gloryhole

And so it was that Joe and Mary Savior awoke Saturday 
with a charged tension between them. The Saturday 
chores--the shopping, the cleaning, the lawn, got 
completed in their due course, however, the stiltedness 
remained between the married couple. 

Mary took it upon herself to be cheerful and playful 
with the children and with Joe. He responded weakly at 
best to her attempts to lighten his worried mood. The 
children were thrilled at the prospect at spending the 
night at Joe's parent's home. The videos were already 
rented and Grandma Savior had already advised of the 
provisions she had laid in for their arrival. By six in 
the evening the kids were in the minivan and Mary had 
jumped into the "Mommy seat" next to Joe; her own 
special provisions carried in an overnight bag set 
between them. 

Dropping off the children went without a hitch. Mary 
chatted excitedly with Joe's Mom while Joe spoke idly 
with his Father, about the gas mileage his father had 
coaxed out of his recreational vehicle last summer. Joe 
suspected that his father was responsible for more than 
a few of the traffic back-ups in northern Michigan and 
Wisconsin in the summers. A regular moving roadblock. 
Mary bounced out of the house. "Ready, Joe?" she asked 
brightly. Joe put on his happy face. 

"Let's go, hon. Dad, try not to let Mom spoil the kids, 
okay?"

"I can't promise you anything on that score, Joe," the 
older man said solemnly, before breaking into a grin. 
"You two have fun. We'll be right here when you get 
back."

Joe and Mary climbed back into the mini-van. "I gave 
your Mother the cell phone number in case she needed to 
call us. I told her we didn't know if we would spend the 
night in Chicago or head home," Mary said. 

"Okay," Joe answered. "We're going to stay at that motel 
again?"

"I'd like to. It's more convenient."

"We bringing anyone back with us to the motel this 
time?"

"I... I don't know," Mary faltered. "If we do, it won't 
be like last time."

They had brought a young man, a hitchhiker, back to the 
room to do a special job on Mary. After the act, he 
showed no inclination to leave. Joe had been overly 
patient with him, waiting for Mary to rise up out of her 
languor. When she had finally given him a worried look, 
he had given the kid the bum's rush. He didn't want 
anything like that to happen again.

The time passed uneasily between them as Joe left 
Chicago and the 'burbs behind and they passed through 
Gary, Indiana and Michigan City and finally into the 
farmlands and fields of Michigan. Mary squirmed in her 
seat. Joe caught her out of the corner of his eye. 

"Want me to slip out of these shorts for awhile, Joe?" 
Mary asked timidly. Joe considered. Acts of automobile 
sexuality were very rare with Mary, and he felt the 
resultant surge in his pants. But he really didn't feel 
like playing right now. These urges always worried him, 
because of the possibility of being caught and exposed. 

"I'd rather just get to the motel. Maybe we'll do 
something there, hon," he finally stated. Mary sat back 
in her seat, clearly disappointed. Oh well.

At exit 3 of Interstate 94, they left the freeway. Out 
of the corner of his eye, he saw Mary shift excitedly in 
her seat. Joe turned left, recrossing the highway over 
the bridge and cruised into the parking lot of the 
Sawyer Motel, a one-story cinderblock motel of 
indeterminate age. Not recent, though. Shaped in an "L", 
without pool or restaurant; advertising their air-
conditioned rooms and in-room phones. 

"Air-conditioned rooms" had the requisite blue icicles 
hanging from each word. In-room movies. Whoopee, thought 
Joe dully. Other than a Marathon gas station, the motel 
was the only other building even visible from the 
interstate. It always seemed to Joe that the only reason 
you could enter or exit the freeway around here was so 
the farmers would have a way to get on. There was 
nothing else around Sawyer, Michigan. 

The Sawyer Motel served as a place to sleep for those 
travelers who needed inexpensive accommodations for the 
night. Fairly close to the backwater Michigan town of 
the same name, it seemed to accommodate its fair share 
of locals looking for a room for their own sexual 
enterprises. The place saw only light use and it always 
seemed like a depressing little dump to Joe. He left 
Mary in the van and headed in to get a room. Forty-two 
dollars later, Joe came out with the key in his hand. 
Mary watched him anxiously from the car. 

"I wonder how he feels?" thought Mary. She watched his 
neutral face and posture as he walked back to her. She 
felt giddy and hot at the same time. She longed to rub 
her legs together or at least rub her groin with her 
hand. The URGE was upon her, in full effect. Joe climbed 
in without a word and drove about eight doors down to 
number thirteen. Parking the car, they both stepped out. 
Mary stretched, then grabbed her overnight bag and 
waited excitedly for Joe to open the door. Joe unlocked 
number thirteen and they stepped inside. 

Mary made a great show of being comfortable in the 
spare, sparsely furnished room, with it's old carpeting 
and drapes, the motel-quality television hanging from 
it's ceiling bracket. Mary tossed her night bag on the 
faded quilt of the double bed and walked eagerly into 
the bathroom to pee. She reached under her short skirt 
and peeled her panties down, then squatted over the bowl 
and let her urine flow. She hated to sit down on these 
motel toilets. Fear of germs or something, she figured. 
Hard to believe when shortly she'd be letting strangers 
put their cocks into her. Lot easier to catch disease 
that way, but she still shied away from actually sitting 
on the toilets in these motels until she'd had a chance 
to clean them. She heard Joe switch the television on. 

The unmistakable drone of college football filled the 
small motel room. Mary wiped her sex gently and after 
dropping her wadded toilet paper into the bowl couldn't 
resist running a fingernail up and down her slit. 
Excited, she kicked the panties off and let her skirt 
fall back down. She flushed the toilet and headed out to 
see Joe. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and time 
to leave for the gloryhole. Time was a wastin'.

"Are you ready to go, Joe?" Mary asked her husband. Joe 
looked at her. 

His face still a mask. 

"I guess, hon."

"And the same rules?"

"Okay."

The "Rules" were pretty simple. Joe took Polaroid 
pictures of Mary's activities. He would make some 
initial contacts with the strangers and let them know 
Mary was available in her bathroom stall. He would take 
his cues from her when it came to answering questions 
posed by the blunt and distrustful horny men she would 
service. And Mary rarely said no to a request. 

Mary quietly picked up her bag of supplies and waited on 
Joe. He got up off the bed and grabbed his keys and 
wallet. They looked at each other uncomfortably before 
Joe said quietly and just a bit kindly, "Let's go, Hon." 
Mary brightened in anticipation and followed eagerly out 
the door. 

Once more out on the road, Joe dutifully drove back onto 
the Interstate, actually heading west, back towards the 
state line. At the point he got up to speed, it was 
almost time to slow down as the westbound I-94 rest area 
loomed off to the right. The parking lot showed about 
ten trucks or so, and a smattering of passenger cars.

Michigan was one of those states that errantly provide 
twin rest areas on both sides of a divided highway 
rather than plunking one down in the center of the 
median for use by both directions of travel. These rest 
areas, unencumbered by civilian enterprises such as 
restaurants and gas stations, were simply long buildings 
with bathroom facilities, a small area for travelers to 
check their maps against the large one, a dog run area 
and a smattering of picnic tables set in the pine trees.

As rest areas go, this one, known as the "Sawyer Rest 
Area West" according to a little sign by the payphone, 
was lightly utilized. It had the cheap vinyl tiled floor 
and fluorescent lighting associated with most 
utilitarian rest areas. Most travelers preferred to wait 
until Michigan City to get the gas and food they 
couldn't get here. They would wait until Michigan City 
to stretch their legs and head to the bathroom. No, this 
rest area was mostly utilized by truckers who would 
sleep in their cabs until morning before heading back 
out on their lonely ways. Or used by travelers whose 
bladders simply wouldn't wait until the state line.

Joe hit the exit and coasted down the long lane leading 
into the parking area. Good parking was available right 
next to the handicapped spaces out in front of the 
building, but Joe avoided it, selecting instead an empty 
space farther away with no one around. He parked and 
shut the headlights and ignition off. While the warm 
engine ticked quietly, Joe turned to his wife. He felt 
the combination of revulsion and excitement that he 
always felt at these things. Gonna see my wife get used, 
he thought perilously. Mary looked nice, wearing a black 
pullover top, and matching short skirt, which showed off 
her short stocky, legs to best advantage. 

Mary felt the butterflies in her stomach. She was jumpy 
and jittery and her sex seemed swollen and almost 
weeping with the excitement. She reached into her bag of 
tricks and pulled out the small cylinder of pepper spray 
and pressed it into Joe's hand. Just in case. You never 
knew. She sat up primly, her bag in her lap. "Are we 
ready, Joe?" she whispered excitedly. Joe almost smiled. 
"Let's go, hon.," He almost added, 'let's get this over 
with', but that would dampen her spirit. They fairly 
leapt out of the van, and met each other sheepishly at 
the rear of the vehicle. Joe set the car alarm and they 
slowly approached the bathrooms.

A family of vacationers were heading out the front 
doors, heading back to a recreational vehicle parked 
across seven parking spaces reserved for passenger cars. 
The group never gave Joe and Mary a second glance. Never 
guessed at the things Mary wanted to have done to her. 
Inside the information area/lobby of the rest area, Mary 
glanced idly at the brochures while Joe went on in to 
the bathrooms. One trucker was finishing up brushing his 
teeth; his kit bag on the sink next to him. Joe sidled 
over to one of the urinals and fished his cock 
uncomfortably out of his shorts. He was semi-hard with 
all the excitement. And while he waited with his cock 
dangling out of his pants, the trucker rinsed his mouth 
and gathered up his belongings. Joe followed the trucker 
out of the bathroom and nodded to Mary.

Mary cast a quick glance around the large glass windows 
of the lobby looking for anyone who might see her enter 
the Men's bathroom. Seeing no one, she scurried in, her 
sandals slapping the tiled floor as Joe held the door 
open for her. Mary made her way into the last stall, 'my 
stall', she thought excitedly, and closed the door 
behind her. It was still there. The six-inch by six-inch 
hole Joe had cut out and then replaced. He had taped the 
square back in place with clear tape minimize the 
appearance of damage. 

Mary reached into her bag and removed her sanitizing 
spray bottle and a cloth rag. She preferred to start 
with a clean stall. She hurriedly sprayed the toilet and 
wiped it down. The air filled with a fresh lemon scent 
as she quickly cleaned the floor where she would be 
kneeling and tossed the filthy disposable rag aside. 
Pulling the tape off the opening in the wall, she 
inserted a nail file from her bag and pried the square 
from her glory hole and set it aside. She cleaned around 
her wall opening; made it clean and ready for its 
intended purpose. She felt almost giddy. Her pussy felt 
loose and wet as she finished her work.

Mary removed the Polaroid camera and set it carefully 
aside. Last, but not least, she pulled a rectangular 
neoprene kneeling mat out of her bag and set it down on 
the floor in front of her glory hole. Now she was ready. 
She pulled her top off over her head and folded it 
neatly into her bag. She unclasped her bra and pulled it 
off. Her tits felt heavy and her nipples tingled 
excitedly. Now she was absolutely ready-- naked except 
for her skirt and sandals. 

"I'm ready, Joe," she called softly. 

"Okay," Joe answered. He took a deep breath. This was 
the hard part-- selecting the men who wouldn't mind some 
action--the ones who wouldn't be offended enough to 
refuse and then call the State Police. Judging strictly 
by appearance which men were alone and which had women 
or families waiting for them. Offering his wife to other 
men didn't come easy to Joseph, regardless of the raging 
hard-on he would inevitably get. He left the bathroom 
and went back out into the lobby. 

Looking casually at the wall map, he also scanned the 
approaches to the building. He didn't have long to wait. 
An old black man, about fifty or sixty years old 
shambled up the sidewalk, his back bent; his work 
clothes straight out of Sears and Roebuck. A suitable 
candidate if he was willing. As the black man pulled the 
glass door open, Joe was already walking back into the 
men's bathroom. He took his place at one of the sinks 
and turned the water on. He called urgently to Mary. 
"Got one coming--black guy." The old black guy entered 
the bathroom and went to the urinal. Joe watched him 
fumble with the front of his pants and fish himself out. 
Seconds later, the old guy peed weakly into the urinal. 

Mary was sitting on the toilet in exited anticipation. 
She stroked her slit lightly, feeling her liquid 
excitement; waiting for the moment. She could hear the 
gentleman peeing and waited for Joe to make the 
approach. Her mouth started to water. A black guy! 

Joe tended to use the most direct approach to these men 
so they wouldn't get spooked into thinking he was 
offering them a blowjob. His heart in his throat, Joe 
approached the black guy as he zipped up. 

"My wife is in the last stall. She wants to give you a 
blowjob. If you step into the third stall, she'll do 
whatever you want..."

The old black guy goggled at Joe. He looked away and 
then up at the ceiling before shuffling past Joe to peer 
down the line of stalls. Mary heard Joe's offer. She 
moved her legs towards the door so the man could see her 
feet with her painted toenails. 

The old black guy turned back on Joe. "Yeah... Yes sir, 
I'd like that." 

Joe pointed over to the third stall and the black guy 
headed in. Mary slid off the pot and down onto her 
cushion. She peered thru the hole. The old black guy 
peered curiously at her. "Bring it here," Mary breathed, 
and the old guy responded. He unzipped and pulled his 
black cock out. It was a long, uncut, ebony cock of 
medium girth. It hung down. The black guy picked his 
limp member up with his right hand and stepped up to 
Mary's gloryhole. 

Mary watched this gnarled old cock come at her face. She 
grasped the limp cock with her right hand and rubbed it 
slowly over her cheeks, luxuriating in its warmth. It 
responded slightly, growing thicker, but not able to 
support itself. Maybe the guy was too old. It didn't 
matter. Mary sniffed him where his cock met his balls. 
The old guy's meat smelled of manly sweat. His cock had 
a powerful smell that set Mary off. She skinned his head 
back slightly. This was only the second uncircumcised 
penis she had ever done. They were a weird turn-on for 
her. It was clean under there so Mary put his cock right 
into her mouth and started sucking the old black guy. 
She would have sucked him if he had been dirty anyway...

Joe opened Mary's stall door. Her eyes were closed as 
she performed, sucking up and down that cock, 
lubricating it with her abundant saliva as she worked. 
She made a slight motion with two fingers for Joe. He 
bent down and picked up the camera. The room was quiet 
except for her avid sucking and the old black guy's 
slight moans of enjoyment. 

"I'm going to take a picture," Joe announced quietly for 
the old guy's benefit. He didn't answer. 

Mary pulled the black meat out her mouth. It glistened 
dark and heavy and she laid it across her cheek as she 
licked back towards his testes. The cock felt good and 
warm against her cheek. The head was touching her ear as 
the flash went off. She put the meat back in her mouth 
and slid two fingers between her legs into her wet gash. 
She was close to the brink, waiting only for the man to 
come. 
Joe pulled the picture off the Polaroid and stuck it in 
his shirt pocket. 

He waited until Mary's next signal, which would mean the 
guy was coming. Maybe she'd want a picture of him coming 
in her mouth; maybe she'd pull it out and have him spray 
her face. Or maybe the guy would want something else. 
Joe watched his wife sucking the black meat. It hadn't 
gotten very hard, but she was very much into it. 

After a time, the black guy suddenly shuffled his feet 
and let go with a low moan. Mary tasted something salty 
and tangy in her mouth, oozing from his black cock. The 
guy was coming and Mary joined him, moaning herself now 
as her pussy clamped shut around her fingers several 
times. She signaled Joe, who quickly bent and framed the 
picture. The flash went off a second time. The black guy 
continued a slow dribble into her mouth for ten seconds 
before his moans subsided and he was done. Mary let his 
cock rest in her mouth until her own orgasm subsided. 
Then she pulled his spent dick out of her mouth and 
kissed it several times. His dangling black cock was 
shiny clean. The guy pulled it back through the hole and 
zipped himself back up.

Joe closed the stall door and waited for the black guy 
to emerge. The black guy looked at him shyly. "Thanks, 
Mister. Tell your woman I appreciated that..." He 
shuffled off out the door, leaving Mary and Joe alone. 

"Show me the pictures, Joe," Mary said softly. She sat 
back on the toilet, resting. Joe opened the door and 
handed both of them to her. She studied them intently. 
"Oh that was good. Uncircumcised--it's just so kinky, 
Joe." He didn't answer her. 

"Ready for the next one, dear," Mary said as she dropped 
the two Polaroids into her bag. They would go into her 
BOX at home, and she would masturbate to them later. She 
savored the flavor of the black guy in her mouth. And 
waited for more. 

Joe walked out of the bathroom and lingered some more in 
the lobby. 

Several men came in, but Joe instinctively knew better 
than to ask them. They went into the bathroom and came 
out never knowing a woman was in the fourth stall, dying 
for someone to pleasure. One had entered the second 
stall and had taken a healthy shit while Joe stood by 
and Mary cringed in her stall, hardly daring to breathe. 
This had happened before. After he finally left, Joe 
went back out into the lobby. Finally, two guys 
approached, one twice the age of the other. Joe had 
watched them jump out of an eighteen wheeler parked out 
in the darkness of the parking lot. They were laughing 
and joking as they made their way into the Men's 
bathroom. Father and Son? Joe followed them in. They 
stood at the urinals and made their water. 

Mary heard the two enter, laughing and having a good 
time. She heard them piss and heard the roar of the 
powerful flushing mechanisms. She gasped when she heard 
Joe's voice. Approaching both of them? 

"You guys together?" Joe asked, standing at the sinks. 
The older guy, probably in his late forties, looked at 
him and nodded brusquely. He'd probably seen everything 
at the truck stops and rest areas in his time. The 
younger man, in his early twenties, watched alertly, 
waiting for signals from his father about how he should 
act. 

"My wife is in the end stall over there," Joe pointed. 
"She'd like to give you two a blowjob or something, if 
you want." He let the words hang.

"She any good-looking?" the younger one popped out 
jokingly. His father looked blankly at him for a second 
and then faced Joe. "He don't mean nothing, Mister. Your 
wife wants to give blowjobs?"

"Yes," Joe answered, keeping his face and voice as 
neutral as possible.

"How much?"

"It's free," Joe replied. 

"You a cop?" the older trucker asked.

"No, we're not cops," Joe answered uneasily. 

The older trucker looked back at the younger one. "What 
do you say, boy? Interested?" 

The younger trucker looked gravely back. "Yeah, that 
might be fun."

"And we don't go telling no stories when we get home? 
Your Ma don't have to know and your girl don't find out 
neither, right?"

"Right," the young trucker promised. 

The older guy turned to Joe. "We'll take a piece of 
that, partner."

Mary listened in her stall. Two men at once! A father 
and son! She got off the toilet and knelt on her 
kneeling pad in front of her gloryhole. 

Joe led the two back to the third stall. The guys looked 
sheepish, neither one wanting to go first. Joe opened 
the fourth stall just a crack and looked at Mary. She 
glanced up at him, her face excited. 

"How about one in the hole and one in here, Joe?" she 
whispered. Joe nodded. 

"How about you go into that stall," he pointed out the 
third stall to the younger man, "and you go in there 
with her," he suggested to the older man. "And if anyone 
comes in, you guys just freeze. Don't make a sound, 
okay?" They nodded somberly and made their way into the 
stalls. 

Mary smiled nervously up at the older man as he entered 
her stall. He was tall and whipcord thin, wearing Levi 
pants and cowboy boots. Carhart jacket and a standard 
baseball hat with the name of a truck stop embroidered 
on it. He got behind Mary, standing between her legs on 
the floor. Mary got up off her knees. The trucker would 
need her to lean over. As she stood, a long thin white 
pecker came through her hole. The cock of the son. It 
was hard as a rock, jutting up obscenely at her. Mary 
placed her hands on the wall and put her mouth over the 
cock and moaned. 

Already she was heating up again. She felt the older man 
position himself behind her and flip her short skirt up 
onto her back, exposing her hindquarters. As she 
engulfed the son's cock, she heard the father's undoing 
his belt and unzipping himself. A moment later, his 
pants were down at his ankles and she grasped her hips 
as she sucked his son. The father's penis nudged 
insistently at the outside of her pussy and then, 
finding her pussy, pushed itself inside her. Mary 
groaned around the cock in her mouth. So good. 

Joe watched from outside the stall for a few moments and 
then fished the Polaroid out of the stall with his foot. 
He framed the shot of his wife being boned by the father 
while she sucked the son through the hole in the wall. 
He took the shot. The flash exploded in the stall and 
the two cocks invading his wife froze for a moment. 

"Don't worry guys. She just likes the pictures," Joe 
explained. The two men resumed inside of Mary. 

Mary felt the father driving into her from behind. It 
felt like his cock was as long as his son's and wider 
yet. He filled her good, bumping up against her butt 
cheeks as he took his pleasure in her. Mary licked, 
sucked and teased the son's cock, her head occasionally 
bumping lightly against the wall from the father's 
thrusts behind her. She loosened up her throat and let 
the young penis all the way into her mouth. She buried 
the young man in her warm mouth. Right up to his balls, 
which dangled lewdly on her chin. The young man was 
doing some moaning of his own. 

They continued at a rapid pace for the next three 
minutes, the only sounds in the room the harsh breathing 
of the two men, the wet sucking that Mary performed and 
the squishy sound of her pussy being pummeled by the 
father's cock. Joe watched, his penis rock hard inside 
his pants. He rubbed it a little. This was the worst 
part--the guilty excitement he felt watching his wife go 
at it with other men. It didn't seem right, but Lord, it 
made him stiff. 

The younger man's hands reached up and grasped the top 
of the stall walls. "I'm ready, ma'am. I'm ready!" Joe 
got the camera ready again. Mary pulled her mouth off 
the boy, and stroked his wet penis quickly and firmly, 
bending it down a little to her face. 

"Come on, cum for me. In my face," she coaxed him. The 
old guy let up a minute behind her to peer over her 
back. Mary stroked the gloryhole cock as the young man 
began to squirt his semen. The first blast struck her 
hair and dripped richly down her forehead. The flash of 
the Polaroid went off. The second squirt caught her 
right on her mouth and cheeks. Mary moved in closer and 
the rest of his ejaculate hit her neck and shoulders and 
leaked down onto her chest. When his shower was over, 
Mary took him back into her mouth.

His cum tasted rich and slightly tangy. Exquisite. She 
sucked him gently until he was too sensitive to 
continue. He backed off and said, "okay, that's fine 
ma'am, I'm done." He pulled back out of the hole. Mary 
rested her splattered face against the wall as the 
father took back up his duties in her pussy. He wasn't 
long. Now that her face was away from the hole in the 
wall he pounded away in her pussy. 

"Okay, okay, here it comes. Here it comes..." He 
grunted. 

Mary stood up, the father's cock pulling out of her. She 
whirled around and dropped quickly to her knees. She 
grasped his manhood, wet and slimy from her pussy and 
inched closer to him, stroking him. "C'mon big guy. Give 
it to me. Right here on my tits." The older man moaned 
as she manipulated him to orgasm. He let out a series of 
grunts and pumped his load out. Mary took it on her 
chest; his thin, slightly yellowed sperm striking her 
and dripping down her stomach. The old guy did an 
admirable job emptying himself on her. Mary rubbed his 
cock on her nipples, coaxing more of his ejaculate from 
him. The stall reeked of his seed. Mary brought her head 
down to his cock and took him in. His cock tasted of her 
pussy, which was quite all right. His spunk tasted 
strong and slightly rank to her, but it only increased 
the sense of lewdness.

She used one finger to collect a glob of him from her 
right breast and used it to stimulate her clit. It felt 
good and Mary had an orgasm while voraciously suckling 
the father's cock while she used his seed to lubricate 
her clit. She felt weak in the knees as she finally 
released the spent penis from her mouth. 

Looking wearily at the door of the stall she could see 
her husband, Joe and the younger man staring wide-eyed 
at her. The father reached down and pulled his pants up, 
probably embarrassed to be so naked in front of his son. 
Mary got back up, the strings of gooey semen running 
down her body. What a feeling! She sat back down on the 
toilet as the father left the stall. 

Outside her stall, the two truckers looked somewhat 
abashed. The older man finally said, "Well... thanks 
friend. We sure had a nice time. Your wife knows how to 
treat a man. Let's go, Boy." The son nodded in solemn 
agreement. They walked out of the bathroom. 

Joe went into stall four. "You okay, Mary?"

"Oh, Joe. That was really something. Look at me--I'm a 
mess! That was wild! Do you think they were father and 
son?" Mary contemplated the semen on her body, idly 
rubbing and spreading it to cover herself in a 
glistening nacreous patina of goo. From her shoulders 
and breasts and onto her stomach with its little stretch 
marks. Her nipples were erect. The stall smelled from 
their liquid gifts to her. 

"I'm sure they were. The older one told him, 'don't tell 
your Ma'. They had to be related. Anyway, I'm ready, 
honey." Joe's cock was so hard that it hurt. He wanted 
to add his load to the rest. Mary looked up at him 
lovingly. 

"I'd love that Joe. Let me do you. And I want you to 
shoot on me. In my hair and on my face, okay?"

"Okay," Joe agreed, starting to unzip his zipper. 

"Take your pants all the way off, Joe. I want to do you 
that way."

Joe hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to have both 
of them totally naked in case someone walked in. But he 
was raging hard and the thought seemed exciting. He 
kicked his shoes off and dragged his pants down to his 
ankles and stepped out of them. He looked at his cum-
soaked little wife as she smiled through the spunk of 
her face. Other men's leavings. He could never kiss her 
that way, but the thought always seemed bounce around in 
his brain. 

"Put your leg up on the wall, Joe," she urged him. He 
placed his right foot high on the wall and Mary scooted 
in close to him. He felt the electricity as she handled 
his stiff cock. She stroked him gently and applied her 
warm mouth to his balls, enveloping them separately and 
swishing her tongue around them longingly. It's never 
like this at home, Joe thought excitedly. She is so good 
when we're here.

Mary then rose up slightly and took his cock in her 
mouth. She worked him expertly, coating him liberally 
with her saliva as her mouth worked slowly up and down 
his shaft. Joe felt his balls tighten up. Mary used her 
fingers on his scrotum, lightly scratching her 
fingernails against his sac. Joe was in heaven. She was 
devouring him, choking herself on his shaft repeatedly, 
gagging herself intentionally as she tried to bury his 
cock down her throat; making loud and obscene gulping 
sounds that rang out in the tiled bathroom. 

Mary pulled her mouth off him and started to stroke his 
wet cock with her right hand. She dove slightly under 
him and used her left hand to part his cheeks. She loved 
doing things like this when she was here. She buried her 
nose behind his balls. The smell was intoxicating. She 
launched her tongue out and it struck Joe's butt hole. 
Making contact, Mary started to lick his ass while she 
stroked him. Joe was beside himself--Mary could feel it. 
His butt hole opened as Mary prodded it with her tongue. 
She laved him, licking and forcing her tongue into his 
most intimate place. He groaned as her hand worked him 
to orgasm. Her mouth wetted everything in its path. Joe 
couldn't stand it any longer. "I'm coming."

Mary backed out and faced up to Joe. "C'mon. C'mon. 
Right in my face. In my hair. Give it to me." She 
stroked his raging cock, kneeling in front of him. Joe 
exploded on her, just where she wanted it. She felt it 
land in her hair twice and then pulled his cock down. 
With her eyes closed, she aimed him at her face, milking 
his semen onto her forehead and eyebrows. Joe seemed to 
go on forever and she rubbed him furiously on her smooth 
skin. 

Joe felt his legs shaking. Mary could really bring the 
best out of him. What a money shot, he thought, as he 
looked down and watched his loving wife masturbating him 
onto her face. The face that she presented to the world. 
The face he and the children kissed goodnight. The face 
of the suburban soccer mom, drenched in the sperm of 
three men inside a restroom off the interstate.
Mary buried his spent member into her mouth and cleaned 
him off, finally releasing him from her sucking mouth 
with an audible pop and a smile for her man. "Did you 
like that, Joe?"

Joe smiled weakly, wanting more than ever, now that the 
deed was done, to get his clothes back on. Sated, he 
felt like a good nap. But they couldn't leave yet. Mary 
wasn't done; cum-drenched as she was, she wasn't 
finished yet. "I liked it, Hon. It was great." Mary let 
him go and Joe scrambled back into his pants and yanked 
his shoes back on. Mary got up and sat back on her 
porcelain throne, idly patting her hair and forehead, 
distributing his spend evenly on her skin. Her eyebrows 
glistened wetly when she was finished, and they both 
could smell her victories. She looked radiant--happier 
than Joe had seen her in a long time. He snapped a few 
Polaroids and handed them to her to show her how much 
ejaculate she had accumulated thus far. 

Joe finished dressing and stepped out of the confined 
bathroom stall. He hadn't even returned to equilibrium 
when the bathroom door banged open and a burly young 
white guy stomped in. Another trucker, to judge by his 
old Cat ball cap and his dirty old Carhart jacket. About 
five foot ten and at least 270 pounds on a large hairy 
frame. The guy clomped heavily over to the urinal and 
fished a fucking whopper out of his pants. Joe waited 
until he was finished and put the sales pitch to him. 
The bear didn't even blink at Joe's offer. Just shuffled 
heavily over to the stall Joe pointed out and shambled 
in. 

Mary heard Joe's pitch and she knelt down on her pad in 
front of her hole. As the bear entered the adjacent 
stall, Mary looked through the glory hole. The guy was 
big--real big. Not in perfect shape or anything--just a 
huge hairy guy. The guy dropped his Levis down to his 
knees and bent down to peer through the slot at Mary. 
"Ready?" he rumbled. Mary nodded shyly at him. 
"Anything, right? That's what your hubby said, right?" 
Mary nodded again.

The trucker straightened up and pulled his dingy 
underwear down his hips, freeing a dangling thick penis. 
Mary was surprised at the length and girth of it as the 
guy played idly with himself, stroking his length 
roughly, preparing it for duty. As Mary watched 
mesmerized, the guy brought his right hand up to his 
mouth and spit loudly and copiously into his palm. He 
returned his wet hand back to his groin and lubricated 
his dick. Mary was stunned at the act and her pussy 
fluttered as she watched him apply spit to his meat. 

Joe heard the guy undressing and heard him ask Mary if 
"anything" was the deal or not. Heard the guy spit 
loudly, like an echoing rifle shot in the tile-lined 
bathroom. Joe stepped forward with the Polaroid camera 
and caught the guy as he stroked himself. The bear never 
flinched. It would be a good "before" picture that Mary 
would love. This guy was well hung--fucking huge 
actually, Joe thought. And Joe heard the guy as he told 
Mary that he wanted her butt. 

Mary watched as the guy bent down to her hole and 
appraised her again. "Turn around-I want your behind. I 
want to buttfuck you, lady," the trucker growled. Mary 
stared at him uncomprehendingly. "Turn around and spread 
your cheeks and back up to the hole," the trucker 
cajoled her. Mary flinched. Should she, heck, could she 
even take this guy in her behind? It was a way she 
hadn't given up to anyone but Joe.

The few times she had been asked during these gloryhole 
urges she had immediately refused the request without 
even thinking twice about it. But this big guy with his 
log of a penis? His spitting on himself had excited her 
terribly and weakened her resolve. And what about a 
rubber?

Mary always carried rubbers for those she deemed likely 
to harbor disease-she did little extra tricks for those 
she made wear rubbers. But she didn't want this guy 
wearing a rubber-she wanted him bareback. And she 
decided that she wanted him back there. 

"Okay," she whispered, getting up and turning her back 
to him. She bent down and backed up to the hole, using 
her hands to raise her short skirt and spread her full 
butt cheeks against the cold, thin, metal-clad 
pressboard partition. Her anus felt horribly wide and 
exposed to the stranger. 

Joe was watching thru the door of the stranger's stall 
and realized that Mary intended to let this guy buttfuck 
her--something no stranger had done to her. He hoped she 
would be all right--this guy was big and when Mary was 
excited she tended to make some bad decisions. And he 
knew that she had decided not to make the bear wear 
protection while he ravaged her most private orifice. 
Joe's own penis awakened from its rest to surge inside 
his underwear and he felt the resultant flash of guilty 
pleasure.

Suddenly the bathroom door surged open, rattling the 
suspended ceiling tiles with the force. A young man, 
probably a good prospect if Mary wasn't already 
committed, entered the bathroom. Joe hurriedly adjusted 
his zipper as though he had just walked out of one of 
the stalls. He went to the sink and washed his hands. 
The young man urinated at one of the urinals. The 
occupied stalls were deathly silent, the only sound 
coming from the sink Joe was using. Thank God, the man 
hadn't chosen to use one of the four bathroom stalls. He 
might have picked one of the occupied ones. 

A couple of urges ago, they had been interrupted in just 
such a way while Mary was being banged in a stall. Some 
guy had came in and headed right to the stall next to 
where Mary was entertaining. He had shucked his pants 
down and sat down to a loud and lusty shit, his sounds 
and smells filling all the available space. Mary had 
found this near discovery highly erotic, although the 
smells and sounds she could have easily done without. 

But this stranger was content to urinate and leave 
without washing his hands. Once more, the room rang with 
silence. 

"All clear," Joe announced. He heard scuffling in the 
stalls and went back to the stranger's stall and peered 
in. 

Mary bent back over, her skirt resting up on her back, 
and offered her bottom to the stranger on the other side 
of the thin wall, peeling her cheeks apart and placing 
them on either side of the opening. She was as ready as 
she would ever be. 

Joe watched the stranger spit in his hand again and 
start massaging his cock and balls. His penis jutted 
like an angry red pole. The bear bent over and 
considered Mary's ass; her anus a light pink star framed 
by the square hole. The bear got down on his haunches. 
Mary felt a jet of warm air near her butt hole and had 
just enough time to realize that the stranger's face was 
near her butt when the stranger spit on her anus. The 
loud sound echoed in Mary's head as she felt a huge gob 
of saliva strike her right in the center of her brown 
eye. Her pussy spasmed and her anus winked in shock-she 
was so disturbed and turned on at the same time. How 
could spitting make her so horny? She had never even 
conceived of such a thing. The saliva clung wetly to her 
asshole.

The bear stood up and inched closer to the wall. When he 
was eight inches away, his cock head touched Mary's 
slippery anus. She felt him contact her, the blunt head 
pushing insistently against her. She spread her feet 
slightly to maintain her balance and held her ground as 
the stranger advanced. 

Joe watched the stranger put his hands on the top of the 
stall walls and ease his hips forward. His belly 
pancaked against the partition wall as he proceeded 
forward. His angry red cock was disappearing through the 
hole trying to bull its way into Mary's guts. Joe wormed 
in behind the guy and snapped another pic from the side, 
capturing the moment the guy's bulbous cockhead 
disappeared into Mary. He could hear her groan loudly in 
discomfort. Joe left the stall and peeked in at his wife 
as she bent over, presenting her butt to the wall. Her 
eyes were screwed closed and her face was taut with 
effort. Her mouth was frozen open in a grim rictus of 
pain and discomfort. 

Mary felt her dirt channel resist as the hammerhead of 
cock forced its way into her entrails. She willed 
herself to stay still and not move away from the wall as 
the stranger impaled her on his cock. It hurt despite 
the lubrication the stranger had provided to her. She 
felt stuffed back there and could not suppress her moans 
of distress. She panted loudly, as though she was 
birthing. The stranger halted halfway inside her and 
rested a moment. Then he began to work himself in and 
out of Mary, his penis battering it's way past her anus, 
fitting itself farther and farther inside her snug dark 
channel. Mary teetered at the edge of pulling herself 
off the guy's rod and promising to do something else to 
get him off. Her butt burned and it felt like the guy 
was splitting her in two. 

She felt stuffed to the point of tearing and a cramped 
bloated feeling in her guts. But her clitoris was 
buzzing a bit from the pain and Mary resolved to try and 
ride it out for a while. She played lightly with her 
clit, trying to concentrate on her pleasure instead of 
the gut-wrenching feeling as the stranger bottomed out 
in her. Mary felt the despair of steady burning 
discomfort as his penis lay unmoving in her rectum. 
Which would be worse, the full length buried her or the 
pressure from that cock sawing in and out of her?

Mary found herself focusing on the feeling the waves of 
pain gave her. Found herself thinking about the obscene 
spitting and how randy and wet that made her. Focused on 
how plugged her behind felt and how it must look to Joe. 
How the guy must feel and how proud she was that she 
could accommodate such a weapon inside her bottom. She 
was surprised by the sound of her own panting mingling 
with the grunts of the bear as he rooted around in her 
ass mercilessly.

The stranger shuffled his feet to achieve new leverage 
against her and began to bang her with long, hard 
strokes, his long, thick penis pulling completely out, 
leaving her gaping open emptily for an instant and then 
slamming his whole length back into her with punishing 
force. 

Mary groaned anew--each exit left her feeling like she 
would shit helplessly right there on the floor in front 
of the men; each entrance plowing fresh pain into her as 
her ass struggled to accommodate this attack. Her lower 
digestive tract churned and she even felt a bit 
nauseous. She considered giving up again--this was too 
much. How long had it been? It had to be two minutes 
now, long enough. When would he cum?

Joe watched the tableau. His wife groaned as the 
stranger savagely butt-fucked her. Joe knew the rules. 
He wasn't supposed to interfere. So he just watched, in 
slight disgust and revulsion as the seconds turned into 
minutes and the stranger, openly puffing and gasping 
with exertion now, continued to pummel Mary's behind. So 
Joe did what he was supposed to do. Which was to simply 
document the event with Polaroid pictures. Finally, the 
quality of the stranger's breathing changed to a quick 
gasp and he redoubled his strokes inside Mary. She felt 
him slamming her twice as fast and prayed that he was 
going to finish.

And then as the stranger came to a stop lodged far up 
her bowel and she heard him keen a low extended moan. 
Oooh, she felt it now. Warm jets of gluey semen pulsing 
deep inside her intestinal tract as the stranger emptied 
himself far up her butt. And Mary was able to stroke 
herself lightly and cum a few short ones herself, 
dwelling on the feeling of such a monster cumming in 
her. The stranger gave a few additional slow strokes 
inside her ass, to intensify his orgasm. Mary felt the 
cock expand in her and the inside of her ass got wetter. 
She burned back there and she knew feel that the 
delicate membranes of her anus had swollen a darker red 
and that she would be feeling this ass-fuck every time 
she sat down. Even now she felt an empty achy void back 
there. 

With a final shudder and a gasp, the bear came to rest 
inside Mary, and then slowly backed out. Mary felt the 
invader leaving her and struggled to close her gaping 
ass. She didn't want to shit on the floor. The flash of 
the Polaroid exploded as the stranger got clear of her 
backside. That's one for the photo album, she thought 
weakly. Mary groaned with the effort to control her 
once-sufficiently tight musculature. She slowly turned 
and sat shakily down on her neoprene pad on the floor. 
The stranger's penis, wet and angry confronted her. Joe 
had opened her stall door.

Mary, the consummate performer went for the finale. She 
beckoned to the stranger to step back up to the wall. 
Mary grasped his exhausted penis and brought herself up 
to it. At least it didn't have any of her shit on it. At 
least not obviously. A generous dollop of semen was 
lodged just behind the rim of that majestic cockhead. 
Mary nodded to Joe and placed the cock against her cheek 
for a picture. And then licked and finally sucked the 
semen off the big purplish plum head of the stranger's 
cock, which had been in her vitals just moments before. 
Her nose picked up the earthy offal taste of her bowels 
on the man's penis as Joe finished the pack of film. She 
gave the strangers penis one last kiss and let it go.

The stranger contemplated her as he stepped heavily back 
and began to dress. He seemed like he wanted to say 
something, but for some reason he remained quiet. Mary 
sat back down, her legs tucked tiredly under her. She 
felt semen leaking out of her ass onto her left ankle 
tucked under her. She felt exhausted and satisfied with 
the night's activities. Maybe they should go back to the 
motel room now.

That was five penises now, including Joe's. Her URGE was 
sated. She sat on the floor resting her arms on the 
toilet. The stranger dressed and left the men's room. 
Joe watched Mary idly, waiting to see what she wanted to 
do. 

The bathroom door banged open and three laughing young 
white males entered, pushing and shoving each other in a 
frenzy of young macho mock violence. They blasted past 
the urinals and the sinks, stopping in a heap around 
Joe. One of them opened the stall door before Joe could 
even react. The boys, who appeared to be in their late 
teens or early twenties, peered around him to see Mary 
sitting on the floor of the stall topless, covered head 
to toe with the semen of five grown men. Mary looked up, 
shocked by the sudden commotion and the opening of her 
stall door.

Stunned, she saw the boys staring incredulously at her. 
She squealed and covered her breasts with her hands and 
turned her hips away from their view. She was mortified 
at being caught naked and cum-splattered like that in 
front of these boys. She felt her face redden in 
embarrassment.

"We heard there was something going on in here," one of 
the boys said, "the old black guy told us." The kid had 
a comically sincere look on his acne-ridden face. His 
black hair was short except for a shock of hair in front 
which constantly fell down over his forehead. "We don't 
want to hurt you or anything-we just want to see what's 
going on."

"Sweet," the second one chimed in as he studied Joe's 
wife. A brown-haired small guy about five foot six and 
he couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and thirty 
pounds. Cute.

"Yeah," the third one agreed. He was tall, about six 
foot three and skinny as a rail. His head of hair was 
razor cut down to short blond stubble and his head and 
sharp nose made him resemble an ostrich.

"He told us you were doing things--sex things. We would 
like to get in on some of that if we could," the first 
boy finished lamely, addressing himself both to Joe and 
Mary, uncertain of whom to petition. 

"Gee, guys..." Joe began, "you're all kind of young... 
And we were just getting ready to leave..."

"That's right," Mary whispered. Their youth was 
intimidating to her. She keenly felt past her prime. She 
felt conscious of the flaws of her body, the stretch 
marks at the sides of her breasts from the babies and 
the way her stomach must appear with it's little marks 
and belly button frown. And the drying goo all over her 
body. 

"We're in our twenties," the first boy protested. "We're 
all twenty," he amended, "we go to college at State." 
That's old enough," he insisted. "We'd like to... give 
you a try." 

"Yeah," chimed the other two enthusiastically. Mary 
blushed anew and thought about the situation. Should 
she? They seemed so young. "I'm thirty-six, boys. Isn't 
that too old for you?" she asked honestly.

"My Mom is thirty-eight," the second one offered. Mary 
cringed inwardly. 

"Yeah Dude, and your Mom is hot. Like this lady," the 
tall one laughed. 

The slight one pushed him. "Don't talk about my Mom like 
that, fucker."

"I'd fuck your Mom in a heartbeat, Dude. Why do you 
think I'm always going to your house? It's not because I 
want to see you-it's cuz I just want to get close to 
your Mom!" the tall one grinned. 

The little guy pushed him again and then regarded Mary. 
"So can we?" He was so small and cute. His big blue eyes 
regarded her hopefully. 

"So who is first?" Mary said slowly and cautiously 
drawing her hands down and offering the boys a full view 
of her breasts as she clambered to her feet and moved 
her neoprene mat away from the partition wall. She 
centered it on the floor of the stall and removed her 
skirt, consciously sucking her little pooched tummy in 
as she stood there naked for their devouring eyes.

Her butthole still ached emptily. "One of you watches 
the door. I don't want anyone coming in and catching us. 
And one of you at a time in here. My husband takes 
pictures. Now if you'll give me a moment of privacy, 
I'll get ready." With that, Mary shut the stall door and 
removed her skirt. She lay down on her mat with her head 
at the base of the toilet. Tight quarters in here.

Her spread legs faced the door of the stall. She briefly 
felt her pussy lips and clit. She felt good lying here, 
though it was chilly down here at floor level. She 
touched her anus gently, feeling the sore, swollen ring. 
No one else was going there tonight, she thought. She 
spread her thighs and peeled her vagina lips apart. She 
fingered herself idly and then self-consciously placed 
her wet finger in her mouth. It tasted of her and 
slightly of the father trucker. The randy feeling was 
back. She was getting wet all over again. "I'm ready," 
she called gently under the stall door. 

Mary heard the whispered discussion of the boys and saw 
the Nikes of the first boy, the black shock-haired young 
man, trot to the door of the men's room to stand 
lookout. Then Joe opened her stall door. Mary looked 
out. The tall thin young man stared between Mary's legs. 
He backed off, looking uncertain and even scared. He 
apparently wasn't even going to watch his friend. The 
smaller guy with the puppy dog eyes, came shyly forward 
and waited. Mary knew from his trepidation that he had 
little or no experience with girls or women and she felt 
a motherly tug at her heartstrings.

The young man tugged his shorts and underwear off in one 
bunch and kicked them off his feet. He stood there 
sporting a stiff five-inch penis, small, but not so 
small for his frame. He stared down intently at Mary's 
closely-shorn pubic patch and her pussy. He dropped down 
to his knees between Mary's legs and continued to study 
her genitalia. "Wow," he breathed to himself. Then, 
placing a hand on the mat at each side of Mary, he 
assumed a classic push-up position over her cum-
splattered torso.

His penis bumped blindly around at the top of her 
vagina. Mary reached down between them and pushed his 
penis down to her hole. The boy pushed again and he 
slipped inside Mary's warm depths. His eyes went wide in 
surprise and Mary believed he had entered his first 
woman. "It really is like warm apple pie," he breathed, 
slowly stroking himself in and out of Mary's pussy. She 
smiled at him. 

"Come on, tiger. Do me," she cooed at him to spur him 
on. The boy needed no further encouragement. His thrusts 
sped up, his cock filling her snugly. He slowly lowered 
himself onto her wet chest, and she hugged him lightly 
to her, this intimacy exciting. All of the sudden, she 
felt his lips on hers and his insistent tongue force its 
way into her mouth. She responded with an excited moan; 
her tongue doing swordplay with his; secretly hoping he 
didn't notice anything unusual about the taste of her 
mouth. He kissed her with the unskilled passion of the 
neophyte, and she kissed back, thrilled by his 
enthusiasm. He rode her and she fucked back against him, 
coaxing him to orgasm. He sped up even faster and gasped 
into her face. 

"Do you want-inside or out?" 

"In me, tiger. Fill me up," she told him. She felt warm 
and slightly sweaty from her exertions and the young man 
atop her. He stiffened and groaned and she felt him 
shoot his goo into her pussy. He spurted and spurted 
inside her, coating her and himself with his spend. 
Finally he rested on her, his cock still in her wet 
channel. He regarded her solemnly. 

"Did you-I mean...you know...?" 

"Of course I did, honey. You were good." She told him 
truthfully. She hadn't come, but his freshness was 
touching and exciting to her. The boy pulled out of 
Mary, and she felt his warm semen start pool at the 
mouth of her sex. The Polaroid flashed on his weakening 
cock coated with its wet, creamy spend juxtaposed 
against her leaking snatch. "Thank-you," she told him 
humbly. 

"Thank-you," he gushed, rising off of her to quickly 
dress himself. Gathering his shoes, he stumbled out of 
the stall, leaving Mary laying there waiting for her 
second young man. 

Joe leaned in and snapped another picture of Mary as she 
sat there leaking from her latest gentleman. He backed 
out as the second one, the tall, skinny one entered. He 
watched as the boy and Mary sized each other up 
anxiously. 

"I want a BJ instead. I can't do sloppy seconds, okay?" 

"Okay," Mary answered, getting up on her hands and 
knees. She moved parallel to the youth. All the better 
for Joe to get the pictures. This night was turning out 
to be a treasure and she would have a lot of memories 
preserved on film. The boy simply dropped his pants and 
underwear down to his feet and stroked himself 
unconsciously. His penis was of medium size and, like 
the rest of him, thin as a rail. It was hard as a rock 
and jutting up towards his bellybutton.

Mary scooted up next to him and placed her hands on his 
cock and balls. "I'll take over from here." The youth 
dropped his hands off his meat and Mary bent his cock 
down from his belly and began to stroke and knead his 
manhood. The boy leaned his head back and closed his 
eyes, struggling to spread his feet for balance. Mary 
took his cock into her warm mouth and fellated him, 
rubbing the underside of her tongue against his 
sensitive frenum as sucked.

She was actually salivating as she blew him, as though 
she were hungry. The boy moaned and Mary felt little 
jolts of excitement. She used one hand to ply the 
sensitive bud between her legs. It felt wonderful. She 
loved this boy's response. His cock was wet with her 
saliva as she released him from her mouth. She moved 
down to his nuts, cocking her head sideways to lick and 
nibble, sucking his sack and balls and stroking his 
rampant cock lightly with her hands as she worked him. 
The Polaroid flashed on them both. 

Judging by the inarticulate sounds the young man made, 
he wouldn't last long she knew. He was flexing his legs 
and rocking from one leg to the other as he prepared to 
shoot his wad. Mary herself came in small waves of 
orgasm from the sheer excitement of it all. Sated, she 
inserted her right index finger in her squishy pussy and 
sloshed it around. Planting her mouth back on the boy's 
cock, she reached around the boy and slowly wormed her 
finger into his anus and pressed until her finger was 
embedded to the second joint in him. He groaned in 
response, whether in discomfort or pleasure she didn't 
know. 

"Come on, honey. Come on. In my mouth," she instructed 
him before diving face first back onto his cock. She 
sucked him furiously. 

"Shit, shit, shit," the boy moaned, "here, here it 
comes, here it comes..."

Mary felt his anus contract around her finger and felt 
the flavors in her mouth change to a salty, slightly 
bleachy taste as he spasmed inside of her mouth. He shot 
four big looping jets of warm semen onto her tongue, his 
hips bucking at her and her face riding his groin. It 
was fun, she thought as she tasted his offering and 
started to swallow the accumulated spend and excess spit 
in her mouth. She moaned luxuriously so the boy would 
know how much she appreciated the taste of his juice-she 
didn't want him to have any questions on that score. 

Joe watched as his wife moaned. She had told him before 
that the act of a man cumming in her mouth was a huge 
turn-on for her. She liked the thought of being able to 
coax them to shoot off just by using her mouth. He 
snapped another pic dutifully. The boy's cock must have 
finally gotten ultra-sensitive because he backed away 
from Mary. 

"That was so fucking good," he gushed enthusiastically, 
"that was just so fucking good..."

"I'm glad you liked it. You have a beautiful taste 
sweetie," she said blushingly.

The boy blinked at her incredulously and then smiled 
sheepishly. "Thanks."

The third boy, the black-haired one, entered the stall. 
His buddies had moved off, guarding the door to the 
men's while they chattered excitedly in low tones about 
their experiences. The youth dropped his shorts and 
kicked them off, along with his shoes. Don't kids wear 
underwear anymore? Mary wondered as she spied his rigid 
penis jutting out of a hairy groin. Mary slowly laid 
back down on her mat and the boy knelt between her 
spread legs. 

He didn't waste time on niceties. His penis speared 
Mary's cum-filled snatch and he commenced to fuck her on 
the floor, boning her with short fast strokes that kind 
of took the wind out of her as he rested on his elbows 
above her. He did the classic push-up position over 
Mary, resting is weight on his arms; his body never 
touching hers except where their organs met. His face 
was near hers-his eyes were closed in concentration. She 
watched his face as he worked inside her. The stall was 
filled with the sound of him exerting himself and the 
slap of his groin meeting hers. Joe snapped a Polaroid. 

Soon Mary felt his strokes reaching deeper and faster 
into her. She reached out and grasped the young man's 
buttocks with both hands and helped drive him down into 
her. He was pile-driving her now and she raised her butt 
cheeks off the mat to enhance his fuck. 

"Where do you want it huh? In you or on you?" he panted. 

"Pull out and shoot on me," she whispered, releasing her 
hands from his ass-cheeks. The youth gasped and popped 
his boner out of Mary. He shot streamers of white goo 
onto her stomach and chest and then rubbed himself 
furiously up and down her pubic triangle, coaxing his 
spend out, shooting dying spurts up to fill her navel 
with his sperm. "Yes, yes, that's it," she coaxed him, 
watching him excitedly. She felt so randy-she and Joe 
would have to fuck once more back at the motel just to 
help her unwind from this evening. She had loved these 
young men. The boy finally came to his senses and backed 
off Mary, admiring his handiwork. Mary watched his eyes 
as she idly trailed her index finger through his 
ejaculate. She fished around in her belly-button and 
then put the creamy digit into her mouth. The boy 
goggled at her. 

"Shit you're hot, lady," he gasped. "You're really hot!"

She blushed in appreciation. The boy rose shakily to his 
feet and dressed as Mary rested. The semen on her belly 
and chest slowly cooled as she waited. Finally, the boy 
left the stall and she heard them outside slapping high 
fives as they exited the bathroom. Joe peered in and 
then snapped a pic of his cum-spattered wife. 

"You ready, hon?" 

"Yes," Mary answered, rising tiredly to her feet and 
slipping her skirt back on. She put her bra in her bag 
and pulled her shirt over her head. The fabric clung to 
her skin where the wet deposits of spunk were. She felt 
sated. She packed up her gear and carefully replaced the 
missing piece of the wall. 

"I'm ready, Joe. And thanks. I really appreciate this, 
Honey."

Joe looked away and then slowly looked back at his 
pretty wife's face, shiny in places, and crusty in 
others. Time to tell her. 

"I just want you to know. I kind of like it, too. Mary. 
It's kind of a turn-on for me."

Shocked, Mary stared at him. "You...you like it, Joe? 
Really? Then its ok?" she asked hopefully. 

"Yeah. I guess its okay. I thought it might bother you 
if you knew I liked seeing you with those men. It does 
bother me, it really does, but it also gets me going, 
too. It's pretty exciting to see you in action. Anyway, 
I love you Mary."

"Oh, I love you too, Joe. Let's go back to the room and 
look at our pictures. I think there's only one cock I'd 
like to revisit and it's one I'm really hot for right 
now."

Holding hands, they strolled companionably out of the 
Men's room. Joe Savior and his Glory Hole Wife. 

THE END


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