In the Public Mens Room

There is a parking area that my married woman and I sometimes walk in. It has trail and nature manner of walking which is nifty for meandering or exercising.

I never used the Mens pot near the parking lot and hadn't noticed that there were always men near it or sitting in their motorcar. Always thought they were like me, salesmen who stopped for a silence lunch in a subdued park.



One autumn day while finishing a walk, before going home, I quickly ducked into the hands to demand a leak. 3 urinals and 3 stalls. There were two men at the urinals which couldn't be seen from the entree, so I went into the end stall. Started to pee and noticed a hole in the wall. I peeked into it and saw that it had a fix in the other paries too and could glimpse clothing of a guy in the far stall. He looked into the hole and our eyes met across the vacate one. I didn't know what to make of it until a one-third guy entered that center stall and shut the door.

He took out his penis but didn't pee, just stood there stroking it. Now I was a bit fascinate. The guy at the early stall stuck a digit through the hole and the man next to me flex and pushed his prick through, lowered his pants a bit and I knew he would be getting a blowjob !

I returned outside, my married woman asked if anyone was in there because she had to go too and the Womens was closed for the wintertime. The guy from the center cubicle came out and went away. In a sudden pixilated nerve impulse I said I didn't think so but the center stall was the just toilet that worked and told her to just go right into that stall and she'd be able-bodied to go. I would stand near the door for her. I assumed the two guys at the urinal had left while I was in the cubicle.

She went in and entered the stall quickly, locking the door. I heard her moving about putting paper on the bottom and couldn't resist slipping open the threshold to the kiosk beside her and stealthily peeking into the hole. She was sitting on the toilet and looking at the hollow in the other wall where the guy was. I could see a dissolute movement and thought he was probably jacking off and knew she could see him. I stuffed newspaper into the golf hole but plucked it enough to see through a sheep pen.

She leaned closer to his golf hole, then suddenly ducked back and I imagined she had seen his hammer. She looked again and finally I saw his rooster come through. Mary leaned back. Didn't seem to know what to do. Finally she reached over and touched the guy's very hard looking penis, I could state the man felt the touch because it seemed to harden. Mary stared down at the throbbing prick until finally gripped it softly. I couldn't see her face so only watched her action. She stroked it a moment and then got up and redid her clothing.

I moved back to the doorway and stood looking at the autumn leaves. She came out and didn't say a thing about her experience, but I could see that she was flushed. I was excited that she actually touched that guy's shaft and didn't even sleep with what he looked like. But I had tickle of lust in my venter because she wasn't telling me about it. Something excited me about it. I thought I would maybe go back there sometime entirely and see about getting squander myself, remembering how the low guy had sighed in pleasure while pressing into the glory hole.

Since then I have gone there a couple of prison term and got to love what goes on. You just stand there in a stall and show your cock hard and the guy in the next carrel might suck it. It was a fabulous feeling to crowd my cock through the muddle and have an anon. warm mouth sucking it. I usually came in moments. I began to plan my work itinerary to hesitate at the park for lunch. My sales job allowed me the freedom of traveling locally.

One day about a month later, I was parked in my car, watching to see who would go into the washroom when I saw my wife's car pull up and parking area. Mary often walked here through the week while I was at work. She got out and stretched a bit, then walked off on a trail. I waited, and if she saw me would say I was passing and stopped for a break. When she returned, she seemed to linger while watching the men room. Finally she edged closer, pretending to stretch, until she was at the door, then slipped inside.

In surprise I quickly went to the door, listened but heard goose egg. Two other guys were heading toward the washroom too so I entered. Two of the 3 stall door were shut. I took the 3rd carrel and quickly stuffed pot newspaper into the hole again as if I didn't want to be seen, then carefully poked at it until I had a small-scale slit to peek through. My wife was sitting there watching something in the next cakehole. Then I could see a cock being pushed through ! It was not huge but a gracious contour. Mary stared at it a instant before putting her hand on it and stroking it slowly. It got bigger and seemed about to explode.

She leaned shut and sniffed at it, then stroked it more, running her finger beneath the drumhead. Her face close to the throbbing prick. I was now sitting there with my own cock out, whacking it ! She leaned forward again, and I saw The Virgin clout at the guy's cock ! I was amazed and filled with curiosity ! She continued stroking it and then took the head into her mouth, sucking it slowly.

Oh my gawd it was so exciting ! I came right then ! She then returned to stroking it quicker until I saw the guy come his load while she held paper so he wouldn't spirt on her. I was amazed and even then still had a hard-on. I heard the man leave and sat there in form of a stunned but rouse land ! Was thrilled to get wind another guy enter the stall beside her. After a few mo of my wife peeking through the hole, she finally rested her finger on the bound of the hole, and within seconds, a large putz pressed through. Mary immediately began stroking it. I was beautiful and hard and twitching on its own.



This time I watched my married woman start to thrash the underside of his pink point, then she engulfed it all in her sassing. I also saw her manus go down to her pussy and knew she was stroking herself as she sucked at the anonymous cock ! I don't know if the guy came in her back talk or not, but heard her whimper once while she came herself. Then he was gone.

I was afraid to stick around my own prick through my hole because I was afraid she would spot it. I watched as she stroked herself to another orgasm and then pulled up her pants and quickly left, now I feared she might see my car but as I peeked out, I saw her driving away. As another guy appeared I returned to my stalling, he sat in the center stall and watched as I stroked my own peter, then fingered the hole and I stuck my cock through. It was engulfed by his mouth and I came a second meter. I hadn't done that since I was a teenager !

wellspring now I have been going back to that glory hole almost everyday and have noticed quite a few men in the bathroom. And I even wrote a thing on the wall about a woman sucking cocks in the center carrel ! The word is getting around about the female son of a bitch who frequents the washroom and she goes there almost daily now, and it is strange, but when I get base from workplace, she always blows me too, maybe from guilt at doing all those other guys.

Well, I was in there again endure week and the carrel were filled and I had to wait my good turn. I could listen bowel movement this clip. A thumping audio. A guy came out and I ducked into his carrel. Peeked through the hole and could see that my wife had her boxershorts off and was backed up against the hole on the other side ! Some anonymous guy was fucking her ! I know many men would experience been angry at their wife fucking a strange guy, but I was thrilled with it ! It was the most titillating matter I could envisage, and she was totally engrossed.

She pressed her finger at the whole and I helplessly pushed my hammer through. I immediately felt her mouth on it. She was now sucking me while being fucked by a alien ! I barely could last 2 minutes before I came ! My heart pumping wildly and my breathing disjointed. I stepped out of the stall while another guy stepped in, but I held the door while he pushed his cock through the hole, and peeked through the door scissure where my wife was and watched her suck his pecker while pressing back into the other glory fix ! I peeked through that fracture too and saw the guy with a large thick cock who was fucking her, very slowly, exactly as she liked it ! She was now groaning with joy and I had to mistreat away while I came the second fourth dimension !

One clock time I peeked in to see her pressing her pussy against the hole, trying to let the guy lick her but the hole seemed to be too low. When she stepped away I could see the guy's clapper trying to lick up and down and recalled how Mary used to like to birth her clit sucked by taking it between my lip and sucking with a flutter spit. So one day I wrote on the wall of that stall that maybe person should spend a penny it longer because there was a woman who came there who wanted drubbing. Even drew a SHAPE extending downwardly beneath the principal hole. After about a week I checked in again and someone had used a jig saw to make it wide of the mark and longer ! I know I have gone crazy with lust and especially that it was my own wife I was helping to get her sexual fix, I was ineffective to control my actions because it was so gratifying to me too ! And yes, I love her like hell !

My wife was giving me ultimate pleasures and she didn't even bonk it ! I am afraid of losing my job now because I have to retard out the resplendency hole every day. But I have her comer clock time down to about 2 pm and always park my car in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree now so she won't see it. So far I have gotten slews of blow Job through the resplendency hole in that washroom and the practiced part is that my wife has given me about ten of them herself but doesn't know it is me ! I'll try to fuck her there too, or suck her clit too but that sales booth is always occupied !

I am constantly looking for Sir Thomas More glory hollow too, stopping at every mist public toilet I can find. But my local parkland is the beneficial and I hope my situation never ends !

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