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There is a park that my wife and I sometimes walk in. It has trails and nature walkway which is capital for meandering or exercising.

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



One autumn day while finishing a walk, before going household, I quickly ducked into the hands to postulate a leak. 3 urinals and 3 stalls. There were two men at the urinals which couldn't be seen from the entrance, so I went into the end stall. Started to pee and point out a maw in the rampart. I peeked into it and saw that it had a hole in the other wall too and could glimpse clothing of a guy in the far cubicle. He looked into the hole and our oculus met across the empty one. I didn't know what to prepare of it until a one-third guy entered that heart booth and shut the door.

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

I returned outside, my wife asked if anyone was in there because she had to go too and the womanhood was closed for the winter. The guy from the center carrell came out and went away. In a sudden mischievous impulse I said I didn't think so but the center stall was the exclusively lavatory that worked and told her to just go right into that carrell 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 carrell quickly, locking the door. I heard her moving about putting newspaper publisher on the seat and couldn't resist slipping open the door to the carrell beside her and stealthily peeking into the fix. She was sitting on the stool and looking at the hole in the other wall where the guy was. I could see a fasting bm and thought he was probably jacking off and make love she could see him. I stuffed newspaper into the hole but plucked it enough to see through a flock.

She leaned stuffy to his hole, then suddenly ducked back and I imagined she had seen his cock. She looked again and finally I saw his cock come through. Blessed Virgin leaned back. Didn't seem to experience what to do. Finally she reached over and touched the guy's very difficult looking penis, I could assure the man felt the touch because it seemed to indurate. Mary stared down at the throbbing putz until finally gripped it softly. I couldn't see her side so only watched her actions. She stroked it a mo and then got up and refashion 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 cock and didn't even know what he looked like. But I had tickling of lust in my stomach because she wasn't telling me about it. Something excited me about it. I thought I would maybe go back there sometime unaccompanied and see about getting swash myself, remembering how the foremost guy had sighed in pleasure while pressing into the glory hole.

Since then I have gone there a couple of times and got to know what goes on. You just stand there in a stall and show your rooster hard and the guy in the following stall might suck it. It was a fabulous intuitive feeling to press my cock through the hole and have an anonymous warm sass sucking it. I usually came in moments. I began to plan my study road to pause at the park for dejeuner. 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 married woman's car pull up and car park. Blessed Virgin often walked here through the calendar 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 hang around while watching the men room. Finally she edged closer, pretending to stretch, until she was at the room access, then slipped inside.

In surprisal I quickly went to the doorway, listened but heard aught. Two other guys were heading toward the washroom too so I entered. Two of the 3 stall threshold were shut. I took the 3rd stall and quickly stuffed commode paper into the muddle again as if I didn't want to be seen, then carefully poked at it until I had a small slit to glint through. My wife was sitting there watching something in the adjacent hole. Then I could see a tool being pushed through ! It was not huge but a nice shape. Mary stared at it a minute before putting her deal on it and stroking it slowly. It got bigger and seemed about to blow up.

She leaned close and sniffed at it, then stroked it more, running her finger beneath the head. Her grimace close to the throbbing cock. I was now sitting there with my own rooster out, whacking it ! She leaned forward again, and I saw Mary clout at the guy's cock ! I was amazed and filled with admiration ! She continued stroking it and then took the chief 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 make out his load while she held paper so he wouldn't squirt on her. I was amazed and even then still had a hard-on. I heard the man leave and sat there in sort of a stunned but energize res publica ! Was thrilled to get a line another guy enter the stall beside her. After a few consequence of my wife peeking through the hole, she finally rested her finger on the bound of the hollow, and within mo, a large pecker pressed through. Mary immediately began stroking it. I was beautiful and hard and twitching on its own.



This clock time I watched my wife starting time to bat the undersurface of his pink straits, then she engulfed it all in her sass. I also saw her deal 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 oral cavity or not, but heard her whimper once while she came herself. Then he was gone.

I was afraid to stick my own cock through my hollow because I was afraid she would acknowledge it. I watched as she stroked herself to another coming and then pulled up her pant 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 cubicle, he sat in the substance stall and watched as I stroked my own pecker, then fingered the mess and I stuck my cock through. It was engulfed by his mouth and I came a second time. I hadn't done that since I was a adolescent !

fountainhead now I have been going back to that glory hole almost daily and have noticed quite a few men in the gutter. And I even wrote a thing on the bulwark about a adult female sucking peter in the heart stall ! The Son is getting around about the female person whoreson who frequents the washroom and she goes there almost daily now, and it is unknown, but when I get home from work, she always blows me too, maybe from guilt at doing all those former guys.

Well, I was in there again last hebdomad and the stalls were filled and I had to look my turn. I could pick up movement this sentence. A thumping auditory sensation. A guy came out and I ducked into his cubicle. Peeked through the hole and could see that my wife had her shorts off and was backed up against the yap on the other side ! Some anon. guy was fucking her ! I know many men would deliver been tempestuous at their married woman fucking a strange guy, but I was thrilled with it ! It was the most erotic thing I could envisage, and she was totally engrossed.

She pressed her fingerbreadth at the whole and I helplessly pushed my cock through. I immediately felt her mouth on it. She was now sucking me while being fucked by a stranger ! I barely could last 2 minutes before I came ! My essence pumping wildly and my breathing disjointed. I stepped out of the stalling while another guy stepped in, but I held the door while he pushed his cock through the kettle of fish, and peeked through the door wisecrack where my wife was and watched her suck his pecker while pressing back into the other halo yap ! I peeked through that cranny too and saw the guy with a declamatory thick cock who was fucking her, very slowly, exactly as she liked it ! She was now groaning with pleasure and I had to abuse away while I came the second clock time !

One time I peeked in to see her pressing her pussy against the hole, trying to let the guy lick her but the yap seemed to be too pocket-size. When she stepped away I could see the guy's tongue trying to drub up and down and call in how Virgin Mary used to like to have her clit sucked by taking it between my lips and sucking with a fluttering clapper. So one day I wrote on the wall of that stall that maybe person should make it longer because there was a woman who came there who wanted licking. Even drew a physical body extending downwardly beneath the independent hole. After about a week I checked in again and someone had used a jig saw to make it wider and longer ! I know I have gone brainsick with lust and especially that it was my own wife I was helping to get her sexual fix, I was unable to control my actions because it was so pleasurable to me too ! And yes, I love her alike hell !

My wife was giving me ultimate joy and she didn't even lie with it ! I am afraid of losing my job now because I have to assure out the glory hole every day. But I have her arrival times down to about 2 pm and always park my car in the trees now so she won't see it. So far I have gotten lashings of C chore through the glory kettle of fish in that washroom and the best part is that my wife has given me about ten of them herself but doesn't know it is me ! I'll try to have it off her there too, or suck her clit too but that stall is always occupied !

I am constantly looking for more glory muddle too, stopping at every obnubilate populace toilet I can feel. But my local commons is the practiced and I hope my billet never ends !

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