index


Message-ID: <30136asstr$989068204@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: shakespeare_i._aint@excite.com
Subject: {ASSM} Repost--Glory Hole Wife by Shakespeare_I._Aint (M+wife, no holes barred)
Date: Sat,  5 May 2001 09:10:04 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d







_______________________________________________________
Send a cool gift with your E-Card
http://www.bluemountain.com/giftcenter/



<1st attachment, "ghw.txt" begin>


The story cannot be archived on any site where membership is
required to view this story.
*****************************************************************
******

questions/comments/criticism/analysis?
Drop me a line at:  Shakespeare_I._Aint@mailexcite.com  
Missing parts and other stories can be found at Mr.Double:
http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/raauthors/shakespeare.htm
============================================================
Warning:  Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18.
This story contains sexual acts involving every orifice.  Do not
read this if these things offend you or if they offend the
standards of your local community.  Do not read this if you are
under the age of 18.  
===============================================================



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 motelagain?"

"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 youwant..."

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 


questions/comments/criticism/analysis?
Drop me a line at:  Shakespeare_I._Aint@mailexcite.com  
Missing parts and other stories can be found at Mr.Double:
http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/raauthors/shakespeare.htm
============================================================

Copyright (C) 2001,   Shakespeare_I._Aint.  ALL Rights Reserved
===============================================================
The parts, chapters, titles and text of this story cannot be
archived without attached author credit at the beginning and end
of the text.  

The story cannot be archived on any site where membership is
required to view this story.
*****************************************************************
******          
        
               

          
         
    
       

  

        


         





<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------


------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+