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  Simon had held her arms above her head the whole time, and he still held them while he watched the young islander inject his sperm directly into his wife's belly.

  And they ended up spending two weeks on the island. Never once did Mira surrender easily, though. It would always be a fight to hold her down, and they all ended up with bruises and scratches, but once you got your cock in she would settle and either work you with that tight little pussy, or if you were in her arse, she would wriggle back against you until you shot your load in deep. And sometimes late in the day she would agree to suck your cock and swallow your cum to avoid being fucked again.

  Kenny knew her husband enjoyed watching her being taken, but he never could figure out just how much of Mira's initial reluctance was for real……..

  Glory Hole Wife…. Part 2

  The toilet flushed, and Lola came from the ensuite bathroom and sat beside me in bed. She had on an old sleep-t, her long blond hair a mess. She looked beautiful. At 38, she was every bit as sexy and alluring as the day we married, almost 20 years ago.

  “Well, I have my period,” she said. “We’re safe.”

  “You sound disappointed.”

  She smiled. “Maybe a little.” She lay back and stretched. “Just the clock ticking and with the kids all grown up, I suppose.”

  “Yeah – I get that.”

  She glanced. “You do?”

  “Well – sort of…. I’ve heard of the notion before. It’s not uncommon for women to feel this way, is it?”

  “No – I guess not. And I don’t think I seriously want to be pregnant. It was just kind of exciting worrying about it.” She turned onto her side to face me. “Plus the fact we didn’t know the guys and will probably never see them again – if they had gotten me pregnant, it wouldn’t have been all that complicated, don’t you think?”

  “True…. No one knows I’m vasectomised either, so it would have been easily passed off as an accident between us – a typical unplanned pregnancy all these years after our last child.”

  “And with Tracy and Dale both in college this year and on their way to moving on, they’d be shocked but not put out at all,” Lola pointed out, stroking my stomach.

  “Wow – you really have thought it through.”

  “It was hard not to – being late like that. I really thought I might have been for a minute there.”

  I smoothed hair from Lola’s face. “We could try something again on the way back from dropping off the kids.”

  “Could we?” Lola’s eyes lit up.

  I chuckled. “Well, not to get you pregnant.”

  “No, of course not. But we could try something!”

  I felt my face redden. “Would you like to suck someone off again? There’s that one from Wakefield. That’s not far out of the way.”

  “That older guy – Taylor?”

  “Yeah – I don’t trust the young ones online. I wouldn’t want to hook up with anyone I couldn’t handle if they turned out to be a freak or something. I’ve been thinking about it, and I want to avoid anyone young and fit looking unless we can get to know them somehow first.”

  Lola peered up from my chest. “Okay. I like older men better, anyway.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes…. They know what they’re doing.”

  “Yeah, I guess. Plus he’s very mature looking. It will be interesting with the obvious age difference to watch you sucking his cock…. We’ve talked about the possibility of doing stuff before. He said he would be fine with being watched.”

  Lola blushed. “I’d love to do it in our car. Like to pick him up and for me to sit in the back with him. He could kiss me and touch me while you’re driving, and you could find somewhere to stop and watch me take him in my mouth…. I wouldn’t let any cum drip on the seat. I’d be a good wife and lick it all up.”

  Lola’s soft little hand closed around my erection and stroked until I ejaculated.

  It was then a long week waiting for Saturday. I had chatted with our online friend Taylor a few times. We were finalising arrangements on the Friday night. It was late. Everyone in the house was in bed.

  Taylor: So that works. There’s a drop off zone at the bus station, so no need for parking.

  Me: Cool. We’ll swing by there as close to 4pm as we can. Wait – I’ll send a pic of our car.

  I had my camera sitting on my desk. I’d taken some photos the other day. I connected and downloaded one with Lola washing the car. It was exciting sending it.

  Taylor: Fuck she’s hot, man. Cute bikini top.

  Me: Thanks. I probably should have sent you a pic already. I never thought to.

  Taylor: That’s fine. I didn’t want to ask in case you’d be offended.

  Me: Yeah – we don’t do online pics, I suppose. I’ve seen that others are into that, but we’ve never even talked about it.

  Taylor: Well, you guys have done more than that. There’s plenty who won’t go further than sending a pic and chatting online. That one time you tried it – how many men actually fucked Lola?

  Me: About six. Not that we planned to do that. It just kind of happened.

  An email appeared in my inbox. It was from Taylor. I opened it to find a pic of his erect penis.

  Taylor: Did you get that?

  Me: Yeah. That’s impressive, man. Is that you?

  Taylor: Yeah – but not right now – don’t worry. LOL

  Me: That’s OK. I thought it may have been because of the pic of my wife.

  Taylor: Is she awake?

  Me: Yeah, she’s in bed reading.

  Taylor: How about taking a pic right now – get her to lift up her night dress and show me what’s under this bikini top?

  My face heated at that. My cock firmed.

  Taylor: Only if you want to. It would be nice to have a preview to get worked up over until tomorrow. To get things building – get my balls filling for her.

  Taylor: Can you make out the size of my balls in the pic?

  Me: Yeah – they look pretty huge.

  Another email appeared in my inbox. It was a different angle pic of the guy’s cock – not fully erect this time.

  Taylor: Did you get that? Can you see them better in that one?

  Me: Yes. Do you have really small hands or something?

  Taylor: LOL. No – normal sized hands. Just huge balls. Plus I’ve been abstaining from jerking off all week, so they’re going to be pretty full for your wife tomorrow. That’s OK isn’t it?

  Me: Yeah. That’s okay. She won’t mind if you produce a lot of cum.

  Taylor: If you want to send me that pic you can make it so I produce even more for her, man. If you’d like her to get a nice big mouthful.

  My cock flexed.

  Me: OK – wait a minute. I’ll go see if Lola will do it.

  I printed out the second pic and took my camera with me, poking my head in the bedroom door. Lola smiled up from her book.

  “Um – I’m just chatting with Taylor. We worked out it’s best to pick him up at the Wakefield bus station. He’ll be waiting there for us at 4….” I approached and gave my wife the picture. “He sent that.”

  “Mmm – nice,” Lola grinned. “His balls are huge!”

  “I know…. Can I send a picture back to him?”

  “A picture of?”

  I lifted the camera. My face heated again. “Do you want to open your pyjama top?”

  “Oh! Really?”

  I nodded. “Would you?”

  Lola blushed but undid her top. She parted it slightly and looked to me. Then she took it and opened it wide to expose her breasts. I snapped a couple of shots with her looking down at them.

  She buttoned up. “Are you going to show me to him?”

  “Yeah – he’s waiting now.”

  Lola looked at the picture again. “Tell him I said he has a lovely cock.”

  I nodded and left her. It took a minute to upload the two pics. They were both good. I checked the first to be sure the resolution held when zoomin
g in. It was excellent. Lola’s face wasn’t entirely distinguishable looking down like that. Her tits blew up to life size without pixilating at all. I sent the file to Taylor and waited, squeezing my erection at thought of him looking at my wife like that.

  Taylor: Fuck yeah! She’s so fucking beautiful, man. I can’t wait to feel her up.

  Me: OK. You can tomorrow. She said you have a nice cock.

  Taylor: Does she want to suck it? Does your pretty wife want to suck my dick?

  Me: Yes.

  Taylor: OK, man. Tomorrow at 4.

  Me: OK.

  ****

  Lola closed her book and turned to cuddle up as I got into bed. “So?” she asked.

  “So, everything’s set for tomorrow. We pick him up at 4 and drive down to the waterfront. He said it’s only about a 15 minute drive and there’s secluded parking there. He likes the idea of riding in back with you while I drive. He asked if you were going to wear a skirt or dress – not pants.”

  “I’m planning to wear my short halter neck dress. I don’t need to wear a bra with it, and I was going to take off my panties after we drop the kids at school. It’s baggy enough for him to be able to feel me everywhere underneath it while he’s kissing me.”

  “He said he wants to finger you while we’re driving. That’s why he asked about a skirt or dress. And he asked if he could bring a dildo.”

  “Oh, really? What did you say?”

  “I said I wasn’t sure if you would enjoy that. I told him to bring one if he wants, but it would be up to you.”

  “Oh, okay…. I’ll have to see how I feel, I suppose. I never thought of that.”

  “He also said there’s a place in Lancaster with a glory hole if we wanted to check it out for another time. He said it’s on this side – nowhere near the college. Apparently it’s a porno shop with mainly men customers and no college kids.”

  Lola pulled the blankets up to her chin. “I suppose we could have a look.”

  I turned off the light. “Okay – let’s check it out on the way back.”

  ****

  We were on the road early the next morning and made the five hour drive to the college in Lancaster by mid-day. We got the kids settled with their gear and were told to get lost – they had things to do, and we were not required to stay.

  Once out of the college grounds and back on the city street, I gave Lola’s leg a squeeze, feeling her through the thin stretch-cotton fabric of her dress. I’d been noticing her nipples firm up quite often throughout the morning. The top of the dress hugged her breasts and showed them off quite nicely. I squeezed upward until I had my pinkie finger pressed against her crotch. She bit down on her smile, her bottom lifting slightly and increasing the contact.

  “I’m so excited for today. It’s been too long since that first time,” she said sweetly.

  “Yeah, it’s only been a few weeks, but I know what you mean…. I think this guy Taylor will be perfect.”

  Lola took a folded piece of paper from her handbag and opened it. It was the picture of Taylor’s dick. She traced around the image with her finger. “I like how bare he is – how he’s shaved all down below. His balls look so nice and smooth… I bet they’re heavy. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I saw this – just imagining them full of his semen – kissing and sucking them. She pressed a hand between her thighs and squeezed them together. “I’m going to be so wet for this man. I think it will be fine if he wants to use a dildo.”

  We drove through the city and out the other side. “We need to stop for lunch somewhere,” I suggested.

  “What about that little café we saw right across from that adult shop? We could do both there.”

  It wasn’t long before we had reached the edge of the city. There was an on-ramp to the expressway up ahead. It was less than an hour to Wakefield from there. I pulled into the small complex with both the adult shop and café. The parking area was almost empty – just the one car at the adult shop, which was on the end of the building, and a couple of others at the other end near the café. There was an antique store and a closed bakery in between.

  “What about we have a quick look in the porno shop first?” I suggested.

  Lola agreed, and we strolled in holding hands. It was small but bright and open. There were lines of DVDs and a display area for dress-up sex costumes and kinky stuff. We had a look at the quite expansive selection of toys for men and women. They were behind glass. There was a short guy about my age sitting behind that counter who nodded and smiled. He didn’t try to harass us – just leaving us to browse. There was another man who looked so much like him it had to be a brother who was at the checkout counter. There were no other customers.

  “Can I pick out a vibrator?” Lola whispered to me.

  “Sure – what kind? A little smooth one or something life-like?”

  “I think life-like.”

  The guy acknowledged us.

  “Can we have a look at some of these, please?”

  He opened the back of the cabinet we were looking in. “These are our most popular.” He lined up three vibrators on the glass counter. They were kind of small, medium and large. Each were a penis shape with a rounded base and nodules on the upper side. “They come packaged of course. These are just for display, so feel free to handle them.”

  Lola picked up the middle sized one. She was blushing. “It’s quite thick, isn’t it?”

  “It is at the base. It depends how deep you insert it,” the guy offered. “You can get deeper insertion with this one without the thickness.” He picked up the larger one and showed it to Lola.

  “It would be fun trying to insert that one all the way,” I said, chuckling.

  “Fun for you maybe,” she shot back.

  She felt the longer one, squeezing it and checking the texture.

  “Apparently this compact little one is good for G-spot,” the guy went on. “It’s curved quite sharply and the nodules will stimulate your clit at the same time.” He offered that one to Lola, twisting the base to make it buzz. “It’s also got a more powerful vibration, which is good for massaging all over and stimulating nipples.

  We all looked at Lola’s tits. I rubbed her shoulders, pulling her skin and lifting them. Her nipples were erect and quite prominent.

  The other man approached and nodded with a smile.

  I whispered to Lola, loud enough for them to hear. “What do you think, baby – G-spot and clit or the thick one or deep insertion?”

  “Or all three for a discount of a hundred even,” the new guy grinned.

  Lola’s blush fired up more. “I think the small one would be best most of the time, but maybe the thicker one sometimes and really deep would be interesting.”

  “Do you think so?” the first guy asked. He stood the biggest one upright on the counter.

  “Mmm – that’s so huge,” Lola uttered.

  I took hold of it and held it against her belly. She smiled back at me. I kissed her and lowered the thing until the fake balls were pressed between her thighs. “Look – all the way up to your belly button,” I chuckled. “Imagine that on the inside.”

  The two men chuckled along. Lola blushed deeper. I left her holding the vibrator there and massaged her shoulders again. They looked her up and down.

  “Someone said there’s a glory hole here somewhere?” I asked.

  “It’s right there in the fitting room,” the second guy said.

  “Is it okay if we just go and have a look?”

  “Sure…. Should I have these ready for you?”

  “Lola?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Yes, please.”

  We left the two brothers smiling after us and went to check out the fitting room. It was quite big and very clean. It had a secure door that closed fully and locked. There was a mirror on one wall and a bench seat along the back. The glory hole was on the other wall with a shutter over it.

  I took Lola into my arms and kissed her while feeling her tits. She responded passionate
ly.

  “If we stay in here too long they might get the wrong idea and think we’re waiting,” I breathed into a kiss.

  “It’s not a terrible idea,” my wife whispered back.

  “Yeah? Really?”

  “I don’t know – maybe….”

  “I think that’s a switch,” I said. There was a lever that would obviously move if the panel covering the glory hole was swung upward to rest against it. “It’s probably for a red and green light or something – so the guys in the shop know if there’s someone ready to blow them.”

  “Hmm – well I guess it’s only the two of them. My stomach is empty, so I wouldn’t want there to be any more than that.”

  I had a peep from the door and couldn’t see any customers. The two guys were behind their counters reading magazines. “It looks like it’s still just the two brothers, baby.”

  Lola cuddled close. “So, would you like me to suck them off? They seemed nice.”

  “They enjoyed looking at you.” I stroked Lola’s face and kissed her again softly. “Guess we could see if they want to empty their balls in your mouth.”

  “Mmm – it’s bad when you say it like that.”

  “But it’s exactly like that when it’s through a hole in the wall. They can only stand there and hope you don’t stop before you suck their load out. There’s no control for the guy. It’s completely up to you to give him his release – or not.”

  I cuddled my wife from behind. She nuzzled into my neck. “I’ll give them a release if they want….” Our lips met again. “They can empty their balls in my mouth,” Lola moaned.

  I lifted the panel covering the glory hole. After a few minutes there was a shuffling sound behind the wall. A short, thick cock poked through. The guy was hairy. Lola sat on the bench and leaned to him, holding the base and humming softly as she took him into her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly, still holding the base and sucking the length of the thick shaft. The guy wasn’t long even when fully erect. His cock swelled and bulged with veins, though, and before long he thrust and groaned, and I watched my wife’s forehead crease in a frown as the heaviest vein pulsed.