Breast torture at the gloryhole

We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled
into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles
from our house. Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife,
had been asking questions about it for some time now.
She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there,
what went on in there, what might happen if we went in

She had heard about glory holes, especially as they
were used by the gay community for anonymous oral sex.
But she also wondered what she might do in there,
wondered what might be done to her in there. For months
now, she had raised the occasional question, the
probing inquiry. But now we were here, parked, ready to
go inside.

Jean was dressed for the event. She wore a short dress
that was low cut, showing off her firm tits. She had
lots of tan shoulder and arm exposed, lots of sexy leg.
Only three buttons on top kept the dress on her. It
could be removed in an instant. Underneath she wore, at
my suggestion, nothing. Her sandals made her legs look
so tan, so naked.

And now she was letting herself out of the car. As she
stood in the parking lot, she looked around to see if
anyone was there who might recognize her. She didn’t
want to be seen going into an adult book store. She
didn’t want to have to explain anything to anybody she
might know. We hurried towards the door and went

As Jean went amongst the many men looking at magazines
on racks, I bought a ton of video booth tokens, hoping
for the best. When I walked towards her, I saw the men
staring at her, looking at her body, wondering why she
was there. She seemed not to notice them as she paged
through an issue of Barely Legal. When she saw me, she
showed me a picture of two very young girls, hardly any
tits at all, kissing each other deeply. It was a sexy

Jean continued looking through the mags, browsing with
all the men, getting their attention. She examined the
entire range of magazines: gay cocks slapping against
each other, lesbian pussy on display, shemales
ejaculating, tit whipping, group sex… the whole range
available in the store. The men never took their eyes
off her.

Finally she was hot enough from the magazines to take
my hand and say “Let’s find a hole”. We headed down the
back hall towards the private booths. She opened the
door of one and saw multiple holes in both side walls.
She looked down at the floor and saw the cum stains.
Then she proceeded to move down the hall, opening each
door and inspecting the holes, evaluating the best
opportunity for anonymous sex. Several men had followed
us and were waiting to see which booth she would

When she opened the door to a booth near the middle of
the hall, she stopped dead. On one wall there was the
usual arrangement of two or three holes at cock level.
On the other wall, however, there was a huge hole ‘
giant, really ‘ at cock level and with two smaller
holes above it.

She walked in. I followed and shut the door. As Jean
peered through the holes to see if anyone was in the
adjacent booths, I pumped tokens into the video
machine. Up came a video of a woman fucking a very
young girl while another young girl watched.

We immediately heard the doors open on both adjacent
booths. Whoever was in the booth with the giant hole
did not hesitate. He was already sticking his hand and
arm through one of the two smaller upper holes,
reaching for one of Jean’s breasts. She stood directly
in front of those holes and watched the anonymous hand
come to her right tit. She looked at me as the hand
started playing with her tit, teasing it, exciting it.
When the hand moved over to Jean’s other tit, she let
out a quiet moan.

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