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Glory Hole Wife by Shakespeare_I._Aint (M+ m+ F, IR and no holes barred)


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.  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 bellybutton 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 titties 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 of Glory Hole Wife by Shakespeare_I._Aint 


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