Creation of a Gloryhole Wife

— 1

After a successful cuckold and sexwife experience on our wedding anniversary, our interest in each other sexually remained high for several months. But gradually, sex became a very rare event, and we returned to excuses, citing fatigue, and so on.

In short, everything indicated that we already needed a new shake-up.

The only way out was to get her a little

drunk, drag her to one of those places, as if by mistake, and watch her reaction.

My first problem was preserving our anonymity, and the approaching carnival was very timely.

We have been living in one of the EU countries for many years, and here, during carnival week (in the evenings), you can see many people on the streets in various masks and costumes.

This way, we could walk through the part of the city with many "sinful" establishments and not worry about being recognized.

Two days after the start of the carnival evenings, I suggested to my wife that we go for a walk through the evening city and then have dinner or a drink.

And to make the mood more romantic, we would wear masks.

At first, she was skeptical about the idea, but I, knowing her passion for provocative and revealing outfits, and the fact that in recent years, there were very few occasions when she could wear them, I told her:

— In a mask, you can be dressed in the most depraved way,

you like attracting glances. And it will be pleasant for me to watch too.

After thinking a little, she agreed and started getting ready.

We drove to the city center by car and walked to the festivities area.

Alice looked very appetizing in her outfit, and most men watched her with their eyes.

A dark silver elastic mini-skirt barely covered her plump buttocks and tightly hugged her curvy hips.

Patterned stockings or tights (I myself hadn't figured it out yet) made her look like a priestess of love actively searching.

A low neckline and a short stylish lilac wig only enhanced this image. Combined with a black lace mask, it all made a strong impression.

And something was off with her walk, but I decided it was the fault of the very high heels on her boots.

The atmosphere around was festive, all shops richly decorated, lots of young people in various costumes, colored wigs, and masks.

We felt relaxed and at ease.

The bar was chosen by me not by chance — 100-150 meters from it were the "coveted" porn cinemas and sex shops with gloryholes.

Now it was necessary to get Alice to a certain condition, and I ordered a drink called "submarine" here.

They brought two glasses of dark beer with a flat bottom and two small shots of strong whiskey.

The shot is dropped into the glass, and you have to drink it in one go, and the effect usually manifests quite quickly.

Soon, we were served an assortment of salted nuts and two large glasses of beer.

The effect of the "submarine" made itself known after a few minutes — Alice, who was sitting on the aisle side, suddenly stood up and, turning her back to me, bent at the waist and started looking for something in her bag lying nearby.

My gaze involuntarily went under her microscopic skirt, which hid little now, and there, under the skirt, three discoveries awaited me.

The first revealed the "mystery" with the stockings, and they were indeed stockings with an erotic pattern, reaching up to the very buttocks, and at the very top, they were held by lace elastic bands.

The second concerned the absence of panties (!!) or at least a thong on Alice.

But the main one was the third: a golden-crystal-tipped anal plug was inserted into her anus. It was the cause of the strange walk. This plug was one of my gifts to Alice for our 20th wedding anniversary.

At that moment, I realized that today, I was not the only one who had prepared surprises.

Fortunately, we occupied a corner table, and all this was visible only to me.

It turned out she was looking for cigarettes in her bag, forgetting they were already on the table, and this indicated that the "submarine" had begun its dive into her bloodstream.

Laughing at her forgetfulness, she sat down next to me and playfully asked:

— And where will we go later? — and it seemed she already knew the answer…

— Are you already bored here? — I asked.

— Not entirely, but I felt like doing something more pleasant.

— Okay, — I replied, — let's have another "submarine" and go.

So we did, and going out onto the street, we greedily inhaled the cool air.

— 2

What we drank affected my ability to orient myself, and I didn't immediately choose the right direction, but soon we still ended up in the quarter I needed.

I suggested Alice choose some new toy in the sex shop or go into an adult video salon.

She hesitated and chose the video salon, saying we had enough toys for now.

I pressed the doorbell button, and the door gave way, letting us inside.

It was semi-dark, and only the cashier's window was lit.

Alice, even in a mask, turned away to the wall.

I quickly paid the entrance fee and led her down a corridor going deeper inside.

A sign on the wall led us to a small cinema hall where about 10 men from 30 to 60 years old were watching something about extreme anal sex.

All heads turned in our direction, and we quickly sat in the last row.

The content of the film seemed to interest Alice, and I

started squeezing her breast, and she, feeling my hardened cock through my pants, slowly unzipped and, bending down, took it in her lips.

Not to remain in debt, I reached under her skirt and began rhythmically pressing on the anal plug.

After a minute, Alice straightened up and pulled me towards the exit from the hall.

When we came out, she whispered hotly:

— I want you right now, — and squeezed my cock with her small hand.

— That can be arranged, — I replied and directed her to where

the sign pointed — Glory Holes & Video Booths.

Passing through a heavy curtain, we found ourselves in a narrow room with numerous booths, mostly empty, but in some, the doors were closed or half-closed, and in the latter, dark silhouettes were visible.

The Glory Holes were located in the far corner, and I nudged Alice there.

Entering, we closed the latch, and I, bending my wife over to one of the two large holes on the side walls, entered her dripping wet "pussy."

Alice began to moan softly, but after a minute, her moans changed to some strange sounds, and she backed away a little from the hole.

I was very interested in what was happening there; I smoothly pulled out of Alice and sat on the rather narrow seat. Then everything became clear to me.

The cause of these sound effects was a thick male organ. It was moving rhythmically in my wife's mouth, and she could only breathe through her nose.

The cock was hairy, huge "balls" swayed below, and the edge of a belly hung over from above.

I played with Alice's nipples with one hand, teased her clitoris with the other, and she, gripping the base of the cock with one hand, didn't allow it to penetrate too deep, but it had swollen and barely fit in her mouth.

Alice straightened up and, continuing to squeeze the cock with her left hand, took a condom from her purse with her right, tore the package with her teeth, and started putting it on the fat guy from the neighboring booth. Skillfully turning around, she bent over and slowly took him into her heated "pussy," pressing her buttocks tightly against the wall.

After a couple of minutes, it was all over, the thrusts slowed, then stopped, and our new "friend" left.

— 3

Alice took off my jacket, threw it on the folding seat, and sat down with a sigh.

Her face under the mask smiled lustfully, and in general, she looked satisfied.

She gently pulled me closer, freed her breasts, and now they lay freely on top of her blouse.

I buried my face in them, and she, spreading her legs, began pushing my head under her skirt with both hands.

I didn't resist and soon was ecstatically licking her clitoris, placing my hands on her hips.

All this was accompanied by the fairly loud sounds of group sex coming from the screen, and I had a feeling of unreality about everything happening.

Alice's body shifted slightly to the left, and she leaned a little. Apparently, we had a new "guest"…

Turning around, I sat to the right of Alice and, squeezing her right breast, kissed her lips very aggressively. She responded, pressing her right hand to the back of my head, while her left hand gripped a long, clean-shaven, and somewhat limp-looking cock.

And also, it was strongly curved downward.

Alice and I once saw a porn film where the main role was played by an actor with the same shape of cock, and this curvature allowed him to penetrate the throats of all his partners with visible ease.

Here, as if reading my thoughts, Alice whispered loudly:

— Look, it's just like in that film!

She squatted in front of the hole and began slowly and unobtrusively sucking the stranger's cock.

The unusual shape didn't help much, and Alice increasingly broke away from it to catch her breath.

Suddenly, the cock disappeared into the hole, the lower part of a face appeared there, and the "curved one" asked Alice:

— Could I come over to your booth, or you to mine?

Alice looked at me, and I shook my head negatively.

Then, she pointed a finger at her chest and nodded towards the neighboring booth.

I spread my hands and said:

— Well, if you want it so much, then go, I'll keep an eye from here.

Alice stood up, straightened her skirt, threw my jacket over her shoulders, and left the booth. And while the door was open, I managed to notice several dark figures, as if waiting for something near the Glory Holes.

Closing the door behind her, I began to wait for developments and, squatting down, started observing.

Quickly slipping inside the neighboring booth, Alice again threw my jacket on the bench and sat down.

For some time, they couldn't achieve much more, despite mutual efforts and a horrific amount of saliva in the mouth and on the floor.

But then a breakthrough happened; the long cock disappeared from view, and Alice's nose flattened against a hard stomach. Her eyes widened, her face flushed, and the upper part of her neck noticeably swelled.

After they did this a few more times, the "curved one" squatted and wanted to kiss Alice on the lips, but she managed to turn her head away, stood up from the seat, and, bending over, offered her rear to the "curved one."

Now her face was looking at me through the hole,

but I could still see what was happening with the back part of her body.

With the help of her partner, she got rid of the anal plug and passed it to me. I wrapped it in a tissue and threw it into her purse. In return, Alice received a jar of cream and wet wipes.

Alice's face moved away, and after preparing her anus with wipes and cream, she grabbed the edge of the hole with her hands and again turned her rear to the "curved one."

He began forcefully entering her rear, and she winced slightly and bit her lip from pain, but soon began moaning from pleasure.

The young man was obviously very aroused and, with loud exclamations, came.

Judging by her moans, Alice also reached orgasm, and I was inclined to think we needed to go home now and waited for her to appear in our booth.

She didn't appear; the neighboring booth was empty, and I decided to go out to find out where she was.

The first thing I saw was a gathering of men at one of the booths opposite. The lighting was very poor, and I didn't immediately understand what was happening.

Coming closer, I first saw Alice's large buttocks, shaking from the sharp thrusts of a huge hairy man, and then her lilac wig, flashing between the legs of another man sitting on the seat of an open booth.

She was emitting muffled moans and squeezing a cock in each hand, which she alternately took into her mouth for short periods.

My first impulse was to pull her out of that crowd and take her away, but imagining the objections of all the men present and, most importantly, Alice herself, I decided it was better to wait for the natural end of this orgy.

And maybe even take part in it.

The big man pulled his decent-sized cock out of her vagina and started trying to fit it into a higher hole, and fortunately, he was wearing a condom.

Alice freed her hands and, reaching back, slightly pushed him away, then slowly impaled her anus, still glistening from the abundant lube applied before intercourse with the "curved one," onto him.

Simultaneously, she didn't neglect the cocks in front.

Soon, the sitting man came and squeezed out of the booth sideways. The "comrade" standing on the right sat on the seat, and I squeezed into his place and, taking Alice's hand, placed it on my cock.

She, of course, didn't immediately realize it was me, but even realizing it, she didn't show it.

The big man lasted only a few minutes; finishing, he slapped her buttocks a couple of times with his palm, probably expressing delight, and immediately disappeared into the semi-darkness.

I hurried to the abandoned "position" and easily "entered" the not-yet-closed anus.

My cock was hard as a club, and I was at the peak of bliss; apparently, Alice felt the same, energetically swallowing the second cock in front.

Saliva or maybe semen was flowing down her chin; it was impossible to tell, and I saw she was starting to get tired.

The "comrade" sitting in front stood up and, making a few thrusting movements with his small cock in Alice's mouth, quietly came and left the booth.

It was time for me to wrap up too, but the nervous tension from everything that happened that evening didn't allow me to concentrate, and I decided to interrupt and finish at home.

Having affirmed my decision, I zipped up my pants and led Alice back to "