Glory Hole Wife (Easy Book 1)

by Matt Coolomon

  "I'll be watching for the light, then," Miles said, kissing her softly again. "If you turn it on, I'll know you want to stop, and you can be sure it will stop right then and there, okay?"

  He left her and closed the door, which left the room in total darkness while she listened to the muffled voices filling the living room. She waited, listening intently for the sound of the door handle turning. The voices were settling, and she thought she heard footsteps, then the door cracked open and a shadow of a man entered the room.

  *

  Barry slowly peeled off his shirt and slipped out of his shoes. He could hear the girl breathing. He undid his trousers and pulled them down and stepped out of them. He then felt his cock through his briefs. He worked it until it was firm then peeled his briefs down and dropped them near his trousers. He edged forward and felt for the bed. It was cool and soft, and he felt across it until his hand closed over her leg.

  The girl made a sound when he touched her, kind of a soft little whimper, and he moved her leg aside and lay down on top of her. Then he felt for her pussy and forced the head of his cock in and started fucking her.

  He could feel her face turned away, her arms above her head, and she wasn't responding, but he didn't mind. He just supported himself above her and worked her with his hips until the first load of cum he'd produced in over a month started welling in his hairy old balls, then he thrust his cock up her and held firm.

  *

  Sarah felt the shaft throbbing inside of her. Another load of cum was being pumped into her belly, and she laid there with her legs wide open while sweat dripped from the man's forehead onto her neck.

  That man got up off her, and she listened to him getting dressed. Then he slipped out the door, and another man came in. And she lay with her legs open, waiting.

  *

  Ted had been erect for a while, ever since it had been decided he would be next after Barry. He crawled onto the bed and felt for the girl’s legs, then he got between them, and as soon as he had his cock in he started pumping her hard and fast. His short, thin cock was spearing in and out of her sloppy hole, and he was soon climbing up over her trying to get it in as far as he could.

  *

  Sarah opened her legs wider and rolled her pelvis so the guy could ejaculate deeper into her. She felt him convulse, and she held herself up against him while he unloaded.

  *

  Ted remained on top of her and slid his cock in and out for a while. He was only semi-firm, but she was so hot and slippery that she was easy to fuck like that. He felt for her tits, and she arched her chest up for him, so he worked them over while his cock firmed again.

  He was soon rock hard, and he pulled out and got up off her. He then guided her onto her hands and knees. He got in behind and sunk his cock into her pussy again then pulled it out and pressed the head against her tight little arsehole. It opened her and slipped in, but she tensed, and he waited. He rubbed the back of her neck until her head lowered, then he rocked forward and slid a few inches into her. He waited again, then he rocked forward once more and was fully up her.

  *

  The pain was subsiding, and Sarah laid her head down and tried to relax. The guy on her back had started moving in and out slowly, and the pain gave way to a warm tingle. She could feel his balls slapping against her pussy as his thrusts quickened and became a little more forceful. Then he was humping her solidly, and she gripped the bedpost and waited for him to cum.

  "Take it baby! Take that cum up your arse!" he groaned, and she felt his cock throbbing inside of her.

  *

  Ted pulled on his trousers and shoes and brushed past old Harry on his way out. Harry closed the door and quickly stripped down to his t-shirt and socks. He got onto the bed and levered his big, thick cock down then forced it up into Sarah's pussy. He'd been waiting by the door for a while and working it, so he was hard up against her cervix and throbbing within a few minutes.

  *

  Sarah knew who he was. She'd recognized his silhouette when the door was open. She lay there beneath the old man with her legs hooked up over his arms, and with his sperm flooding her belly. He lifted himself and pulled his cock half way out then sunk back in, and she hoped he would keep going and pump more cum into her.

  "You can fuck me again if you want," she heard herself say, but he only chuckled.

  "I wish I could, sweetheart," he said. "But I want you to suck all this cum off my cock," he added, and he withdrew and knelt up over her.

  Sarah started licking and sucking him. She couldn't see what she was doing, but she could taste the semen and she liked the feel of his cock against her lips.

  He had one hand on her head and the other was feeling her tits. She cleaned him then softly sucked on the head until he released her and moved away.

  Sarah lay back down and listened to him getting dressed. He left and another man entered the room. He seemed quite short in stature.

  *

  Leon stripped naked and got onto the bed. He felt Sarah lying on her back with one leg bent up, and he groped over her body for her tits. He massaged them a little, bending and suckling one then the other, then he edged up beside her on his knees and lifted the back of her head, and he fed his cock into her mouth.

  He played with her nipples while she sucked on it. She had rolled onto her side then gotten up onto her hands and knees, and he reached beneath to tweak both nipples while her warm lips slid up and down his shaft. He'd thought about a bit of a blowjob and then to fuck her, but what she was doing felt so good he decided to stay with it.

  The work on the head of his cock was bringing his load along and building it nicely, and he abandoned her tits and concentrated on the feel of her hand and mouth. She had her soft fingers gripping his shaft, and every time the swollen head of his cock slipped through them and into her mouth, a little bolt of pure ecstasy surged through his loins.

  *

  Sarah could feel the little twitches every time she stroked, so she knew he was getting close. She kept stroking him into her mouth steadily until the movement of his hips began to force the pace, and she then held still and let him fuck her hand and mouth until he gripped her head and thrust forward and held.

  She then waited. She waited for that first pulse then the next little surge. And then she held the base of his cock tight and softly sucked on the head while hot semen spurted up against the roof of her mouth and flooded under her tongue. And he tried to thrust again, but she moved with him and maintained that soft hold with her lips while the thick fluid continued to gush from his cock and leak down her throat.

  *

  She recognized the long, bony fingers of the next man as he held her hands above her head and fucked her. Leland had been in the bar drinking with the staff and had tagged along to have a turn on her.

  Sarah spread herself wide open as he surged up into her and pumped yet another load of cum into her belly. She had felt a few orgasms ebb away, but that time it gripped her, and her pussy clamped around his cock as her contractions drew the fluid in.

  She collapsed beneath him, and when he left her there she curled up in the bed sheet and went to sleep. And when she awoke the next morning her fiancé was cuddled up behind her with his arousal quite prominent and moving against her bottom, and she reached down to guide him into her sticky little pussy……...

  THE MORNING AFTER

  "Well which ones are your favourite, then?" Tanya asked, pushing her boyfriend away playfully.

  "I don't know. Maybe the non-consent ones."

  A few days earlier she'd found where he had been on the net and had spent most of the time since reading stories.

  "I read some of those too," she confessed.

  "And?"

  "And what?"

  "And did you like them?"

  "Some of them were okay, I guess."

  "Any with more than one man?" Warren teased, and she blushed.

  "Well, it's only fantasy! It's not like anything would really happen like tha
t – with us together."

  "Of course not! I mean, there's no way. But what about the ones where the girl would just flash a little bit? You know – just letting other guys get a bit of a look?"

  "Hmm. And you'd die if I did something like that," Tanya giggled, getting up and going for more wine.

  They were staying in a hotel suite overlooking the moonlit ocean. They were both a little relaxed from the bottle of wine with dinner and a few cocktails at the bar.

  "I wouldn't die!" Warren complained. "I'm not sure, but I think I'd like it."

  Tanya didn't respond. She studied her boyfriend curiously for a moment.

  "Plus I’ve actually always found it exciting that you’ve been with other men before,” he went on carefully.

  Tanya just blushed at that.

  “And there have been times, you know? Like when Rick was staying over for New Year and you'd come out after your bath with one of your little nighties on."

  "But I never wore anything revealing," Tanya defended, though not vigorously.

  "Sure, but enough that he caught the occasional flash – either down your front or from between your legs…. You noticed, didn't you?"

  "Well, Rick's like a brother. It's not like he's a total stranger or anything!"

  "True. But still, I didn't mind him checking you out," Warren said, holding Tanya’s steady gaze and lightly touching her knee.

  She blushed, and her eyes averted as she began toying with her glass. Warren didn't know exactly where the conversation was heading. They both were of course aware, but had never spoken about that one weekend when their friend Rick had stayed over. And not that it was anything significant. It had only been a matter of Tanya's dress code being comfortable and carefree. Only, there was definitely the knowledge that Tanya had allowed Rick some liberty and that Warren knew about it. It was a relief yet a little awkward getting it out there.

  "So, have you decided about tomorrow yet?" Tanya asked.

  "Thought I might catch a few waves in the morning, but I'll come with you after that if you like."

  "I don't mind going alone. That way I can take my time instead of having you nag me to hurry up all day."

  "I don't nag!" Warren complained, meeting her smile.

  "When we shop, you nag!" his girlfriend retorted simply.

  ****

  The next morning the surf was flat, but Warren enjoyed a few hours doing his best. He'd left Tanya sleeping, and when he returned to the hotel room it was empty, so he found a game on TV and started on the beers he'd lined up for the afternoon. He didn't expect his lovely lady any time soon.

  By mid-afternoon he'd had enough of the room and strolled down to the bar they had been to the previous night. There he met up with a guy stopping over between flights, and they found a pool table. Evan was the guy's name. As they shot a few games, he told Warren all about his nine children, all under eighteen.

  Tanya finally called to let Warren know she was back from her shopping trip. It was getting on dinner time, and they arranged to meet in the main restaurant, with Evan agreeing to join them for a meal. Evan and Warren were seated and on their second beer.

  "My lovely girlfriend, Tanya. Meet Evan, father of nine!" Warren started as Tanya approached.

  She had on a new outfit, a sweet, little pink fitted dress to mid-thigh – modest yet very sexy – one of those ones with no shoulders that seem to defy gravity. She met Evan with a warm smile and shook his hand as Warren pulled out her chair.

  "Nine children!" Tanya got around to declaring after a few minutes of greetings chat.

  "Yes, and that's it. I'm in for the snip in a few weeks."

  "So, how long have you been married? You don't look old enough," Tanya went on.

  "Fifteen years, but we had two before that. The first when we were both sixteen."

  They chatted while they ate, and the conversation moved on to work and vacations then back to family. Being only passing acquaintances made openness easy, and the subject of fidelity came up.

  "Well, not entirely," Evan was explaining. "It's a bit of a stretch when getting together so young, and my wife and I have both strayed a few times. Then again, she's a beautiful woman and I've been away a lot, so I've only myself to blame for her part."

  "You don't seem too upset," Tanya probed.

  "Nor is she. As I said, we were always going to be curious. And at the end of the day we're still together and going strong."

  “Tanya’s been reading stories about swinging on-line,” Warren declared, earning a raised-eyebrow glare.

  Evan nodded, measuring a response, “And how do you feel about that, Warren?”

  “It’s exciting…. I don’t know about actually swinging, but I like that other men notice Tanya…. She’s hot and I’m proud to be with her.”

  She smiled through a blush. “Thank you, honey.”

  “You ought to be proud, man. Punching above your weight, I’d say.”

  The men laughed. Tanya just blushed deeper.

  ****

  After dessert Evan excused himself to use the bathroom, and the young couple made their way into the lounge where there were leather sofas. They were deep and soft, and as Tanya sunk into one, Warren stood holding her drink and staring at the little triangle of white he could see between her legs.

  She glanced up at him while fiddling with the top of her dress, which was gaping loose across her breasts. "Little white ones," he smiled, tilting his head to one side, and she blushed a little.

  "So – do you want me to leave my legs uncrossed?" she asked nervously.

  "Would you? I definitely want you to!"

  "Will he be able to see if he sits over there?"

  "Yeah. With your legs straight like that."

  Warren watched while she settled fixing her dress. She smoothed it beneath herself and tugged it down, but still her panties were easily viewed with the seat of the sofa being so low.

  Two men walked toward them. They were passing behind the sofa opposite to where she was sitting, and Warren placed their glasses on the small table in front of her and turned to watch them. He didn't make eye contact but saw they both looked as they passed by.

  "Your first customers," he whispered into Tanya’s ear as he sat down beside her.

  "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered back to him, her warm little hand slipping within his.

  "I bet Evan won't be shy about looking," Warren teased playfully. "And I bet those two guys will be back too."

  "Can you really see that much?"

  "Yeah – and if you'd lean forward we'd see a bit too," Warren suggested, but Tanya pushed his head away when he tried to lean in for a look down her front.

  Another man had started in their direction, and beyond him Evan was at the bar buying more drinks. This man would have been about sixty. He was walking unsteadily and had obviously had a few. He swaggered along, and Warren nodded as he met his eyes. The man’s gaze then lowered to Tanya’s legs, and her fingers clutched at Warren’s but she didn't look up.

  The guy stopped and fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette. He swayed unsteadily but his eyes were focused and set. He lit his smoke and kind of lurched around a bit then collapsed into one of the sofas across the walkway.

  He was virtually out of site, then, and Evan approached with their drinks – his eyes flashing down at her legs as he placed the glasses on the table.

  "Nice view," he grinned up at the young couple, and Tanya went so red she almost caught on fire.

  "That's what the old guy thought. Is he okay over there?" Warren asked Evan.

  He checked back over his shoulder. "Yeah – he's fine." His gaze then returned to Tanya's legs, and he sat blatantly looking down between them.

  Tanya watched him with her little fingers squeezing Warren’s again.

  "This is like trying one of the stories you've been reading, is it?" Evan asked, meeting their eyes then tilting his head for another look. "I don't mind helping out," he added with a smile.

 
Tanya's knees held together. The back of Warren’s hand was pressed against her thigh, and he could feel her trembling slightly as she turned to him.

  "Are you okay?" he asked, kissing her lips softly.

  "I'm okay," she answered, and she glanced across at Evan again. He was sitting forward in his seat, kind of squatting on the edge of it and leaning up over the little table.

  "So, do you actually know the other men your wife's been with, Evan?" Warren asked.

  "Kind of. There's been two that I know of – both neighbours, but they've moved since. And one other, which was a friend of her father, but that was when she was only nineteen, and she was forced.

  "Oh, my God, she was raped?" Tanya exclaimed.

  "Umm. Kind of." Evan replied with a grin. "Only, I didn't find out about it until years later, and Lisa confessed to teasing and encouraging him…. Apparently he used to come around while I was at work, and it went on for a few months. We were going through one of those down times, I guess. I was sleeping in the spare room, and it felt like we were breaking up. And the old guy took advantage of the situation, I suppose. But the first time, he did force her physically. Or so she teases me," he ended with a chuckle.

  Tanya edged forward to exchange her empty wine glass with the fresh one Evan had bought. Evan raised his head to have a look down her front, and Warren touched her back, sort of massaging a little and holding her forward. She didn't resist. She peered back at her boyfriend and smiled lightly.

  "So, have you guys ever done this before?" Evan questioned.

  "No – not really," Warren answered. “We talked about it once.”

  "Not even topless at the beach?"

  Tanya nodded her head as she peered down at her breasts then back up at Evan. “Once, before we met.”

  "Do you want to lean over a bit more so I can see them properly?" Evan went on, and Warren checked around to be sure no one was watching.

  Tanya edged further forward in her seat and leaned over a bit. "Like that?" she uttered nervously.

  "Yeah. And nice firm little nipples too." The older man was craning his neck, his eyes wide. "Nothing like getting a look at young tits," he said, smiling.