My hubby and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a nighttime at the Hilton in Sydney ( Australia ) back in the early 1980's. It was my 23rd natal day and I had a trivial too much to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner, my hubby slipped his deal up my wet bloomers, and teasingly caress my clit until it was hard, throbbing and aching, and then pushed his warm digit into me. I hungered for him to push his unscathed bridge player inside me, I was so wound up. It didn't take me long to flood over his finger's breadth. I wanted to fuck him then and there but he didn't take my hint. In my lustful state, I was frustrated as I wanted so badly to orgasm.

It was a affectionate balmy night and my husband suggested we go for a walk. A trivial reluctantly, I agreed. We sauntered down George St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket country of the city near Chinatown. There were a few couples walking around and my married man seem to direct me towards a store. I saw two men going in and one coming out as we approached. He was older, slightly disheveled and he ogled at me. It was then that I noticed that there were no early cleaning woman in the immediate locality. There was a rebuff fetor of stale urine. The shop was an grownup bookstore with a doorway with stair leading up to the first gear floor. There were lurid, sleazy flashing lights and I think it was called the pleasance Chest. My hubby suggested we have a look. I normally would not hold ever thought of going into such a memory board but that night, I was horny, frustrated and curious. I mindlessly followed him up the steps.

There was a"Suckatorium"on one side of the shop, but that was for full gay/bi guys and I do n't screw that distich were welcome in there. There was the smell of old fastball and I could hear in the desktop indistinct music and what sounded like moaning from porn picture being played. I noticed wrack full of porn magazines and hardcore videos. On the opposite side of meat of the store, through a door into a indistinctly lit area was a row of three or four picture cubicle with what I was soon to learn were Glory Holes. There was an old guy at the sideboard who casually looked up at my hubby and me. There were about four or five other men in the store and they immediately looked and stared at me lecherously. I was the lonesome woman there. As it was summer, I was dressed in a clitoris down shirt tied at my middle with a short skirt and 5-inch hoagie hound. I was 5ft 6in tall, about 160 Sudanese pound, pale skin, thick long rippled darkness Robert Brown hair with 36-inch breasts with prominent chocolate-brown areola and bellying pap, soft curvaceous hour glass figure, wide hips with big stern, orotund sinewy second joint and thick, shapely calves. It was a creepy variety of experience but for some odd reason, I felt kind of slutty and aroused at the Same sentence.

My hubby suggested we choose a cubicle to take in some porn. We walked over to the video booths and asked for a booth. Immediately every guy in the computer memory stopped what he was doing and watched where we went. It was grim but the men all seemed to discover me as they glared at me like a lilliputian man of meat. I could feel their center undressing me. I felt like a filthy adulteress, my meat was almost bursting out of my chest from nerves and anticipation. I was shaking and was mindful of the passion and wetness between my legs and tingling of my clit and pussy. The smell of the place filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies.

My hubby took my hand and led me to the second base door on the right. As we entered it I took one Sir Thomas More aspect behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our door it seemed but then the room access was shut and locked by my hubby. Inside the stall the floor was all concrete. The simply thing in there was a chair and a meth can with a composition towel dispenser. I sat on the chair as my hubby switched through the epithelial duct of the TV finding many expressed porn films and stopping at one of a girl in the middle of a crew smash. He knew that was one of my fantasies. The sounds of luxuria with cheap backdrop music filled the room.

I was in a bit of a daze and as my optic adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed there was a hole in the wall to my right. It was dark in the other booth next to us and I could see dried up cum covering the rampart from the hole down. It was pretty gross as I thought about it.

Before I could ask my husband about the hole, I noticed an eye looking into the booth from the hole.

My hubby told me to stand up and face the bulwark opposite of the cakehole. He had me stand with my blazonry against the paries and told me to push my ass out. I did as I was told, getting turned on as I thought that this was what he wanted me to do, show off my consistency to a bunch of strangers. The booth was small and cramped for the two of us and my hubby cupped my breasts from behind with his hands, and my tit rubbed hard, erect with desire. He moved his digit on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly. My husband's hands headed south. He pulled at my panty, revealing my swollen mound. He started to rub my ass, pulling the clothes up around my hips, sucking my neck opening and fondling my swollen bosom. He then began massaging my orotund engorged raise clitoris and moist snatch.

He had me wrench around and I looked at the cakehole to see a cock sticking through the hole. I gasped as I saw it and leaned back. I'd never seen anything like this before and momentarily I didn't know what to do. Looking at my hubby he pushed me to my genu and I was in front of it. It wasn't very big at all, not very thick either. I could tell it was an older man's cock and it was n't very hard yet. It probably belonged to an Asiatic as his pubes were black and not very curly, his penile shaft had a white-livered hue and his scrotal sac darkly pigmented with a nice set of pigeon egg-sized chunk. I started to fix the situation as I licked across the tip and slowly jerked it off into my rima oris as I sucked the tip. My lip locked around the head. As I sucked, my hubby's hand was on the rear of my head as he pushed me onto it. I could feel the alien's manhood grow in my mouth as I sucked it. My back talk rubbing along his quill as my tongue flicked around and across his rock hard cock, as the glans pushed into my throat. I was sucking him for a min or two when all of a sudden he shot into my lip. I tried to root for away but my married man stopped me, telling me to swallow it all. As I did as I was told, the cock twitched with about four or five little squirt of cum. As soon as he left, another came through.

I knelt down in front of this new circumcised member. As I laid my head down I could feel this stranger's tool hardening. He was bigger than the outset stopcock with thick engorged veins. I rubbed my soft cheek up and down over it. I was getting so turned on. My snatch was wet and throbbing. I could find the stranger moving and heard him moaning. His cock was so warm and smack musky. I swallowed the stranger's cock. I licked and sucked and teased his balls until his strong cum flooded my mouth and kept filling my mouth with guesswork after shot of cum. His penis withdrew and left my back talk void and dripping with saliva onto my top. My eyes watery from the deep-throating. I looked up at my hubby who told me to wait there. I looked back into the other booth through the trap watching the cock I had just fellated leave the room and another man pass in. He quickly undid his pants and pushed his virile member into the hole.

This guy had a very boastfully uncircumcised prick. He was so thick. I had trouble getting my sassing around him as he grew in size. I brought my handwriting up to help my sass and it was only then I really appreciated the rightful height of this magnificent pecker. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana. I couldn't supporter but mentally compare how small my hubby's 5-inch erection was compared to this stallion's manhood. My cunt flooded. I could feel that my breeches were now soaked with my juices. I had always wanted to revere a monster like this. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his balls very gently. I know he wanted loss as he thrust his cock hard against the cakehole. His heavy balls which had been hanging low in his ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groin.

I could hear him moan, so I closed my hands, very lightly at first, completely around his trembling, burning-hot putz, then began sliding along its duration towards its junction with his torso. At the pedestal I stopped and slowly squeezed. The exposed shaft and glans turned a darker purple red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his phallus firmly towards me. cramp of pre-ejaculatory heart rate shot down the distance of his erect member, from its stem deep in his body to the swollen glans. I reduced the pressure and began immobile shot, my fist thudding into his torso at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.

His boiling seed could waitress no longer - a huge surge began deep in his body, building and racing up the duration of his erecting, exploding past my business firm suitcase - a jet of white seminal fluid shot out, splashed against my naked thigh. I stroked harder, felt a irregular burst of seed gather. My travelling bag on his erecting tightened as his second base spurt was launched, this time missing me, arcing heights into the air past my head. His genitals mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, farther squirt of seminal fluid were propelled past me with decreasing force.

The future cock poked itself through the mess. It was beautiful, not as long as the last phallus, but really thick, circumcised with a huge purpleness head that was just begging to be licked. I stroked the semi-erect penis a few times and it quickly swelled to an enormous proud state of rousing. I swallowed it down in one long motion, his cock head teacher pushing at the back of my pharynx. My tongue flicked across the raw ridge and probed at his tiny slight pee hole before I closed my back talk around him again. I could smell out the perspiration and the musky aroma of his arousal and it only added to my excitation as my psyche bobbed up and down, the gait increased. He really started to pump and thrust through the hole, fucking my mouth with such force I almost gagged. I could experience my lips bruising and burning, my saliva running freely over his prick, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding on to my tongue.

I eagerly sucked him, using my mouth on him, fast, sloppy and deep, pushing his prick in and out of my throat like I was starving for his manhood. He throbbed and pulsed in my sass as I sucked. My hubby laughing behind me, telling me I was a horny niggling slut. He pulled me off the cock with his hands in my hair and told me to stand up. I did and he turned me around putting my plump ashen ass against the stranger's over-sized swollen pecker, twitching as it stuck out from the pickle. I sunk onto it with no safety, no protection, just skin of throbbing thick cock sliding into my unprotected smashed hairy wet pussycat. Wow, he was BIG ! I stiffened briefly in pain sundry with sheer pleasance as my pussy accommodated him. My attender white ass touched the wall of the booth. When the guy on the other side realised what had happened, he started to squeeze more vigorously through the bulwark into my cunt, fucking my pussy toilsome and fast. The guy fucking me pulsate and scene cum into my pussy filling me with so very much, it leaked out over his pulsating manhood and down my second joint. I felt it sliding out into my heights heels as I shivered from his exploding cock. I gasped as my hubby stroked my clit harder and harder until I could sense my knees weaken. I tried to focalize on the unknown's pulsating still hard cock in my pussy as I felt the familiar tactual sensation of mounting arousal in my uterus. My love juice flowed freely as my husband rubbed my swollen button harder and faster as I came. My womb pulsated with an incredible coming. I grunted as the orgasmic waves of ecstatic joy swept over me.

When we left the Booth, there was a ruck of men waiting ( and probably disappointed they didn't get a chance ). I felt like a nasty cyprian, but I was enjoying that feeling.

The succeeding day I woke up feeling like a slut. I wondered what my husband was thinking. The whole night seemed like some form of vivid wet pipe dream. My jaw still felt sore from all the cocks I had sucked .