Accidental Gloryhole Slut

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Mike had fallen off the scope entirely. I’m not sure what happened to turn him off, but he completely ghosted both me and my wife for a few weeks and we just gave up. Maybe he just got bored. Maybe he finally got skeezed out after he accidentally fucked me up the ass that one time. Whatever happened, it was back to more or less monogamy for me and my wife, with an occasional drunken encounter with her college friend Jenn — usually the two of them with me watching.

We still did our occasional “stranger” sessions, where I would blindfold her and pretend to be some other guy coming for a random anonymous fuck. It had sort of lost its sizzle since we had taken that to the next, real-life level. My wife is wonderfully creative, though, always ready to spice things up and coming up with new ideas.

“Jenn’s coming by tonight,” she said one Friday evening.

“Is that right?” I asked. I felt a stirring in my shorts thinking about Jenn with her face buried in my wife’s trimmed pussy. They liked me watching them, and I sure didn’t mind it either. Usually it was just me sitting in the recliner jerking off watching them get each other off, but sometimes I got to join in.

“Yeah, her date cancelled on her,” she said.

“So her social calendar has a hole that needs filling?” I smirked.

“Yes. By this!” she said and cocked her head as she stuck her tongue out at me.

“Guess it’s just me and Handy Manny again then,” I pouted.

“I did have an idea…” she started.

“I LOVE your ideas,” I said.

Twenty minutes later, I was behind the floor-length curtains in our living room completely naked. Jenn and my wife were on the couch necking. Jenn’s skirt was up around her hips and my wife was snaking a finger under her panties. My wife’s plan had been to tell Jenn I was out for the night, then eventually get her into a 69 position with my wife on top. I was supposed to wait until Jenn’s orgasm peaked, then come out and start fucking my wife over Jenn’s face. It had some of the elements of our encounters with Mike and sounded pretty hot to me.

I watched for a while as my wife and her best friend seduced one another, stroking and gradually losing garments. From my vantage point behind the curtains I could just see enough through the tiny slit I was holding open between the curtains. Jenn was naked, spread-eagle on the couch and my wife was going down on her when she looked right at me and sat up!

“Hey!” she almost shouted, tapping my wife on the shoulder. “What’s that?”

I squeezed the curtains closed in front of my eyes and held my breath. I don’t know how she’d noticed me but I was still as a statue. I heard my wife snicker under her breath and then heard and felt a soft padding approaching my hiding place.

Suddenly lightning bolts shot up my spine as a wet warmth engulfed my cock. I gasped and instinctively thrust my hips forward. Then I realized: my stiff cock must have been poking through the gap in the curtains the whole time! Now one or the other one of them, probably Jenn, had found me out and taken me in their mouth.

I clutched the curtains even tighter in front of me as I settled in to the service I was receiving. Just as I was reaching climax everything stopped for a few seconds and I felt only cool air on my exposed member. Then the sensation returned, but subtly different. I realized that they had switched off, my wife and her best friend taking turns sucking my cock through the gap in the living room curtains. As I hovered closer and closer to orgasm as they edged me, stopped, and switched places over and over. I realized that I didn’t know which mouth was which and felt my balls tighten immediately. I came buckets into whichever mouth it was that was on me.

After I was done I gathered my wits and peeked back through the curtains. My wife and Jenn were mouth to mouth, swapping my jizz back and forth between them. Neither of them seemed to care that I was even there. They fell back onto the couch and took up where they left off, with Jenn spread open with my wife’s hair spread over her tummy and hips.

I watched until Jenn tensed and grabbed my wife’s hair with both hands, then they swapped places and she finished off my wife. The original plan was shot, but I was still plenty aroused. They were so hot together, and there is nothing sexier than a woman’s face while she is lost to her climax.

When they were done with one another they relaxed on the couch for a while. I still stood awkwardly behind the curtains, unsure if I should emerge. Neither of them had acknowledged my presence at all — well, since they had my cock in their mouths that is.

Finally Jenn stood up and dressed and made her goodbyes. My wife walked her to the front door completely nude and stood in the open doorway watching Jenn make her way to her car. Who knows what the neighbors thought?

She came back in and strode right up to the crack in the curtains I’d been peering through. She grabbed the curtains and flung them open, exposing herself to whoever was looking on from the street. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri She kissed me full on the mouth and I tasted pussy and semen. It only then occurred to me that my naked ass had been on display for nearly an hour.

“We should build a gloryhole!” she exclaimed. Then it was my turn with her on the couch.

The next day was a Saturday. I went to the local lumberyard and got three sheets of 3/4″ plywood and some framing lumber, as well as a hollow-core interior door and hardware. I stopped by the big box store and got some LED under-counter lighting.

We live in an older house with a finished basement that is perfectly suited to what I had in mind. It has a straight staircase down from a doorway off the kitchen, but also has a captive outdoor stairway and exterior door. My plan was to wall off the basement into two small rooms. One would be accessible from outside via the outer door, and one from the main house via the kitchen stairs.

Saturday was a long day. I’m handy with tools, but I was out of practice. I didn’t put too much effort into making everything look pristine, but it still took all day to get the wall built and the door hung. I used the under-counter lighting at the top of the wall on both sides so that the harsh glare of the fluorescent overheads would not be necessary.

When it was all framed out, I carefully measured up from the floor to my crotch and marked off an X on the wall. Just as I was about to start drilling, I reconsidered, spread my legs apart a couple of feet and measured again. Who gets a blowjob with their legs straight?

I cut a 3″ diameter hole with my drill then rounded the edges with a rasp. I covered the edges with first rubber tape, then duct tape in radial strips like I’d seen in pornos. When it was complete, I dropped my jeans and tested out the fit and height. The thought that my cock was exposed on the other side of the wall — where I couldn’t see anything and anything could happen — was unexpectedly arousing. Just sticking my cock through the hole made me hard, and horny.

I was on the outside door side of our newly bisected basement now, and I knew my wife was upstairs reading recipes in the kitchen. I got out my phone and texted her: “All done! Wanna come see?” I dosed the lights on my side and in a few moments, I heard the stairs creaking as she made her way down from the house.

I heard her try the knob on the locked passage door that separated the two small rooms.

I fluffed a couple of times then stuck my extremely erect cock back through the hole. After a few seconds I heard a brief giggle, then soon felt a soft stroking. She gripped me harder and pulled and I instinctively thrust as far as I could into the wooden hole. I heard a muffled plop and felt a warm wetness. She started stroking me and I could hear faint moans from her side of the barrier.

I don’t know when she switched from handjob to blowjob because the transition was seamless. I didn’t last very long once I realized I was feeling her throat on the head of my cock. I jerked and spasmed as I shot my load into her mouth. As I came down from my orgasm I felt a coolness on my cock and heard the stairs creak once more. My orgasm hole was like magic! Stick your cock in and get off!

I collected my tools and unlocked the passage door. I climbed the basement stairs and found my wife bent over her laptop still on the kitchen island.

“Hey, handyman!” she said without looking up. “So, is it done?”

“It’s done and I’m done!” I said, proud of my double-entendre.

She still didn’t look up. “Aww, tired?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I said, a little confused.

“Did Jenn find you? I sent her down to see if you wanted Thai takeout tonight. My phone’s on the charger or I would have texted you.”

My mouth opened, then closed, then opened again but I couldn’t seem to get any words out.

“Is she, um, is she…” I stammered. “Is she still here?”

My wife looked up at me. Her eyes squinted in obvious suspicion. “Did she find you or not?” she asked again.

“No!” I burst out. “I mean, I didn’t see her. I don’t know if…”

“I’m fucking with you,” she interrupted. “It was me, silly.” She licked her lips and pantomimed wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

“This is going to be a LOT of fun,” she said.

We came up with some rules.

First: the side with the outdoor entrance was my side, and the side with the interior house access was hers.

Second: we could bring anyone we trusted to our side of the gloryhole. We could only bring someone we’d trust with our spouse.

Third: whoever we brought was for the person on the other side, not for ourselves.

Fourth: we would never speak of who we’d brought or discuss what went on.

Fifth: Friday nights only.

Sixth: No peeking.

Seventh: NO PEEKING!

I have to admit that I got incredibly turned on just talking about the rules.

The next Friday I came home a little later than güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri normal from work. I’d stopped at the bar around the corner from my office for a couple of bourbons. Instead of parking in the garage and going in the kitchen entrance, I parked on the street and used my key to enter the basement directly. The other side was completely dark, and I was glad that I’d thought to put a mini-fridge and some snacks on my side during the week. I kicked back with a beer and some beef jerky and apple slices and browsed headlines on my phone.

After about a half hour, I heard the basement door on the other side open and saw the LED lights come on through the hole in the wall. I heard footsteps on the stairs. My cock immediately woke up and I put my phone and beer down on the top of the fridge.

After the footsteps faded I sat in silence and waited. Finally a slender and manicured index finger — not my wife’s! — stuck through the hole, waggled back and forth, then retreated. I didn’t waste any time. I dropped my khakis and boxers and stuck my half-hard cock through the hole.

There was an uncomfortable few seconds during which I thought I heard a giggle but nothing else happened. I was just face-to-face with rough plywood with my pants around my ankles. Then without any preamble something grabbed my cock and pulled, hard, but not so hard that it hurt. I felt a wonderful wetness on my head as someone took me into their mouth. I almost collapsed as the sensation traveled farther and farther onto my stiff member. Who was sucking me? I realized that I could care less.

After only a couple of minutes I was close to blowing my load. I’d been totally still, thrust as far as I could go against the hole I’d cut in the plywood wall. Everything stopped for a second, then I felt a different pressure and a hand on my cock again. The pressure grew and then eased and a new kind of warmth engulfed me. There was no mistaking that I was being guided into someone’s pussy from the other side. A musky smell made its way through the hole and I instinctively started thrusting my hips, fucking the hole in the wall and the pussy on the other side.

I came in a matter of seconds. I gripped the studs I’d put in to secure the wall and realized that I needed to fashion some kind of handles on my side. I shoved my hips forward over and over and felt like I must be coming buckets into whoever was on the other side. When I was done I pulled back and collapsed onto the folding chair that was the only furniture I’d allowed on my side.

After catching my breath I could hear a faint moaning from the other side of the wall. Rule


nagged at me, but I couldn’t help it. I slowly put my eye up to the gloryhole to see what I could see. As I got my face up to the hole I saw the side of my wife’s face, a thigh, and a shaved mound that my wife was very intently sucking my cum out of. I kept watching as my wife gave whoever it was — Jenn, most likely, because I knew that she shaved — a very intense orgasm. I started stroking again, but couldn’t get it up again before she finished and I saw the backs of their legs heading up the stairs.

I collected myself and went out the basement door and around into the garage. By the time I got inside my wife was sprawled on the couch with her iPad.

“Hey, Honey!” she called out without looking up. “What do you feel like for dinner?” I could see my cum on her t-shirt collar.

The next couple of Friday nights were “normal,” if you could call it that. By that I mean that I’d come home and get a blowjob through the gloryhole from my wife, followed by dinner, some small talk, and then some amazing one-on-one sex on the couch or in our bed. She’d been the first one to branch out and bring someone else to her side — even though most likely it was “just” Jenn — and I felt some pressure to hold up my side.

There was a guy at my gym who I’d seen in the showers a couple of times. He was a Hispanic guy, olive-skinned and gorgeous, and had by far the largest penis I’d ever seen outside of a porno. Obviously I’d not seen it erect, but it swung way below his balls and was easily my girth and twice my length. He wasn’t married, and wasn’t particularly shy about talking about his weekend adventures on Tinder.

That Wednesday after working out I introduced myself and we chatted some about our jobs and hobbies. I was nervous, sweaty palms and all, but finally worked up the courage to ask what he was up to Friday night.

“Hey, man,” he replied, “no offense but I’m not really into guys, if that’s where this is going.”

“Oh! Ha, ha! No, no, no!” I laughed, but also couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to take his massive cock into my mouth after he’d fucked my wife.

“I have this … place, at my place,” I continued, “where sort of anything goes.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said.

“It’s … um … it’s a gloryhole,” I whispered. “And sometimes my wife and I, well, we bring other people to our side.” I waited for a reaction, and when güvenilir bahis şirketleri he didn’t offer any continued “…and I’d like to bring you on Friday.”

“So your wife can blow me?” he asked, but I could tell he wasn’t as hostile to the idea as his bluntness would make it seem.

“Yeah, my wife or, you know, whoever she has over.”

He looked at me intently for a long minute. “Text me your address,” he finally said.

Friday couldn’t come fast enough. I was home as soon as I could be after work. My gym stud showed up just as the lights came on on the other side of the wall. He came down the outdoor stairs and saw me tugging on my wife’s finger as she stuck it through the hole in the wall.

I grinned at him as she withdrew her finger and I dropped my pants and drawers. I stuck my cock through the hole like I’d done a half dozen times before and was soon rewarded with a wet mouth on my hardening cock. He squinted and then grinned broadly as my wife got down to business.

I didn’t let her finish me. When I was fully erect I motioned for him to get ready then pulled back from the hole. He quickly got the idea and fed his enormous cock back through the hole I’d just vacated.

I heard a slight gasp from the other side and saw his eyes flutter closed as she got to work on him. He slowly thrust his hips forward against the plywood wall, holding onto the bar I’d placed between the studs on my side.

It was blatantly against the rules, but I couldn’t help myself. I snuck out the basement door and crawled over to the ground-level window that exposed her side of the split room. I peered in with one eye, afraid of being found out. To my astonishment it wasn’t my wife sucking off Gym Stud, but a freckled redhead that I didn’t recognize with enormous naked breasts brushing the wall as she went down on him.

My wife was perched on a chair watching the show, pussy fully exposed, rubbing one out while she watched the redhead work. After a minute or so she moved to her knees and tapped a shoulder to take her turn.

I watched as my wife stroked him to completion, taking his cum in huge gulps. When he was finished she turned to the redhead and kissed her while pulling her breast up toward her mouth. I hurried back in to my side of the basement and stuck my cock through the hole as Gym Stud was relaxing with a beer. It took them a few minutes to notice the comparatively small penis sticking through the hole, but once they did notice it was totally worth the wait.

It was a little strange knowing that he was still in the tiny room with me but it sure didn’t stop me from finishing.

“Dude,” he said when I was buttoning up. “What a great idea. This is some kinky shit.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Feel free to come back. Any old Friday. If the outside door is open just come on in.”

“Kinky shit,” he repeated. “That was your wife? Jesu she’s good.”

“Yes, she is,” I said, “and thanks. But I don’t know if it was her or not.”

“Kinky shit,” he said once again, shaking his head.

“Hey,” my wife said as we were catching our breath in the bed later that night. “I have a confession.”

“I’m breaking rule
, or , or whichever the fuck one it is about the person we bring being for the other side.”

“I had a feeling,” I lied smoothly. “The wall isn’t soundproof at all.”

“…and I’m about to break the rule about not talking about it,” she continued, “because you are totally bringing that giant brown cock back to our basement.”

“Ha, ha! Okay,” I said. “As long as you bring back Ms. 38DDD.”

She punched me in the shoulder. “Rule


!” she shouted.

“Like you haven’t ever broken that one!” It was a gamble, but she was such a voyeur I felt like the odds were in my favor.

“Why would I?” she asked. “All the good stuff happens on my side.” She winked at me and reached for me under the sheets.

“Again?” I asked.

“Your fault,” she said with a kiss. “You got me thinking about Ms. 38DDD.”

The next Friday I was a little late getting away from the office. I circled the block and didn’t see another car in the driveway. After the day I’d had I had to admit I was looking forward to a quick blowjob and a nice quiet dinner upstairs. I parked on the side and let myself in the basement door.

Sure enough, the light was on the other side. As soon as I closed the door, I saw her finger snake through the hole and curl in a “come here” gesture. I unhooked my belt and dropped my shorts and was soon was receiving my reward for making it through a tough week.

I closed my eyes and let my fantasies wander as my cock slid in and out of my wife’s eager mouth. Scenarios flashed through from the old spank bank and finally settled on the many times when Mike and I would spitroast her, and how hard she came when I would shoot my load down her throat while he was pounding her doggy style.

Suddenly my eyes popped open wide as I realized why that particular scenario had worked its way into my fantasy. There was something different about this blowjob. She was fucking me with her mouth instead of her usual sloppy combination handjob, and the rhythm was very regular and sustained. I concentrated and turned my head to put my ear to the plywood surface. I could hear a faint thick smacking exactly in time to the action happening to my cock.