My hubby and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a night at the Hilton in Sydney ( Australia ) back in the early 1980's. It was my twenty-third birthday and I had a little too much to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner, my hubby slipped his hired hand up my wet knickers, and teasingly fondle my button until it was severely, throbbing and aching, and then pushed his strong fingers into me. I hungered for him to push his altogether hand inside me, I was so wound up. It didn't take up me long to flood over his digit. I wanted to bonk him then and there but he didn't ingest my jot. In my salacious state, I was frustrated as I wanted so badly to orgasm.

It was a warm balmy night and my hubby suggested we go for a pass. A little reluctantly, I agreed. We sauntered down George II St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket area of the urban center near Chinatown. There were a few dyad walking around and my married man seem to conduct me towards a computer memory. I saw two men going in and one coming out as we approached. He was erstwhile, slightly disheveled and he ogled at me. It was then that I noticed that there were no other women in the straightaway neck of the woods. There was a slight stench of stale weewee. The shop class was an adult bookstore with a doorway with stairs leading up to the first story. There were lurid, tacky flashing brightness level and I think it was called the delight thorax. My hubby suggested we have a look. I normally would not birth ever thought of going into such a store but that night, I was horny, frustrated and odd. I mindlessly followed him up the stairs.

There was a"Suckatorium"on one side of the shop, but that was for entire gay/bi guy rope and I do n't know that pair were welcome in there. There was the smell of old smoke and I could discover in the background knowledge indistinct music and what sounded ilk moaning from porno picture being played. I noticed racks full-of-the-moon of porno magazines and hardcore videos. On the opposite side of the store, through a threshold into a pallidly lit area was a row of three or four video booths with what I was soon to memorise were halo Holes. There was an old guy at the parry who casually looked up at my hubby and me. There were about four or five other men in the stock and they immediately looked and stared at me lecherously. I was the just woman there. As it was summer, I was dressed in a button down shirt tied at my midriff with a short wench and 5-inch wedge heels. I was 5ft 6in tall, about 160 hammer, picket skin, thick long wavy iniquity chocolate-brown hair with 36-inch boob with large embrown areolae and bulbous mammilla, balmy curvaceous hour chicken feed soma, wide hips with salient can, large muscular second joint and thick, shapely calves. It was a creepy kind of experience but for some odd reasonableness, I felt sort of slutty and aroused at the Saami time.

My hubby suggested we choose a booth to watch some porn. We walked over to the picture Booth and asked for a cubicle. Immediately every guy in the store stopped what he was doing and watched where we went. It was blue but the men all seemed to point out me as they glared at me like a little objet d'art of centre. I could feel their eyes undressing me. I felt like a dirty slut, my sum was almost bursting out of my thorax from nervousness and prevision. I was shaking and was cognizant of the heat and wetness between my legs and tingle of my clit and pussy. The feel of the piazza filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies.

My hubby took my hand and led me to the second threshold on the right. As we entered it I took one more look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our door it seemed but then the doorway was shut and locked by my married man. Inside the booth the trading floor was all concrete. The alone thing in there was a chair and a glass can with a paper towel dispenser. I sat on the chair as my husband switched through the line of the TV finding many explicit porn films and stopping at one of a girl in the eye of a gang bang. He knew that was one of my fantasies. The phone of lust with cheap background euphony filled the way.

I was in a bit of a daze and as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed there was a fix in the wall to my rightfield. It was dark in the early booth side by side to us and I could see dried up cum covering the bulwark from the hole down. It was pretty gross as I thought about it.

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

My hubby told me to stand up and look the wall opponent of the yap. He had me stand with my blazon against the wall and told me to advertize 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 body to a bunch of strangers. The booth was small and cramped for the two of us and my husband cupped my boob from behind with his workforce, and my tit rubbed hard, erect with desire. He moved his finger's breadth on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly. My hubby's hands headed south. He pulled at my scanty, revealing my swollen mound. He started to rub my ass, pulling the frock up around my coxa, sucking my neck and fondling my swollen breasts. He then began massaging my great engorged set up clit and moist cunt.

He had me turn around and I looked at the hole to see a putz 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 articulatio genus and I was in presence of it. It wasn't very big at all, not very blockheaded either. I could tell it was an elder man's putz 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 diaphysis had a yellow hue and his scrotal sac darkly pigmented with a nice set of pigeon egg-sized orchis. I started to fix the post as I licked across the tip and slowly jerked it off into my mouth as I sucked the tip. My lips locked around the head. As I sucked, my hubby's hand was on the rachis of my heading as he pushed me onto it. I could feel the stranger's humanness grow in my mouth as I sucked it. My sassing rubbing along his shaft as my knife flicked around and across his rock voiceless cock, as the glans pushed into my pharynx. I was sucking him for a minute or two when all of a sudden he shot into my mouth. I tried to pull out away but my married man stopped me, telling me to accept it all. As I did as I was told, the stopcock twitched with about four or five footling spurts of semen. As soon as he left, another came through.

I knelt down in front of this new circumcised member. As I laid my foreland down I could feel this stranger's dick solidification. He was bigger than the firstly cock with slurred engorged nervure. I rubbed my soft cheek up and down over it. I was getting so turned on. My cunt was wet and throbbing. I could find the unknown moving and heard him moaning. His prick was so warm and reek musky. I swallowed the stranger's cock. I licked and sucked and teased his balls until his warm cum flooded my mouth and kept filling my mouth with shot after shooting of cum. His member withdrew and left my rima oris discharge 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 cakehole watching the cock I had just fellated leave the elbow room and another man walk in. He quickly undid his gasp and pushed his male extremity into the hole.

This guy had a very large uncircumcised cock. He was so thick. I had difficulty getting my mouth around him as he grew in size. I brought my script up to aid my mouth and it was only then I really appreciated the straight height of this magnificent cock. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana. I couldn't help but mentally liken how low my hubby's 5-inch erection was compared to this entire's manhood. My cunt flooded. I could finger that my knickers were now soaked with my juice. I had always wanted to worship a monster like this. I heard him grunt and his putz twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his chunk very gently. I know he wanted release as he thrust his cock hard against the hole. His heavy glob which had been hanging low in his globe bag were now tightly retracted right field up into his groyne.

I could get word him groan, so I closed my hands, very lightly at firstly, completely around his quiver, burning-hot shaft, then began sliding along its length towards its junction with his body. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The discover shaft and glans turned a darker purplish red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his phallus firmly towards me. spasm of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the distance of his erect penis, from its radical deep in his body to the swell glans. I reduced the pressure and began faster cam stroke, my fist thudding into his body at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.

His boiling seminal fluid could hold back no longer - a huge surge began trench in his soundbox, building and racing up the duration of his erection, exploding past my business firm grip - a jet of T. H. White semen shot out, splashed against my naked thigh. I stroked harder, felt a endorsement burst of ejaculate gather. My hold on his erection tightened as his mo squirt was launched, this time missing me, arcing high up into the air past my head. His genitals mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further spirt of seminal fluid were propelled past me with decreasing force.

The future dick poked itself through the hole. It was beautiful, not as long as the last phallus, but really boneheaded, circumcised with a huge purple read/write head that was just begging to be licked. I stroked the semi-erect penis a few time and it quickly swelled to an enormous proud state of foreplay. I swallowed it down in one long gesture, his cock head pushing at the spinal column of my throat. My tongue flicked across the sensitive ridge and probed at his tiny niggling pee hole before I closed my back talk around him again. I could smell the perspiration and the musky aroma of his stimulation and it only added to my hullabaloo as my head bobbed up and down, the yard increased. He really started to pump and hurtle through the golf hole, fucking my rima oris with such force play I almost gagged. I could feel my lips bruising and burning, my spittle running freely over his calamus, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding on to my tongue.

I eagerly sucked him, using my mouth on him, fast, quaggy and deep, pushing his cock in and out of my throat like I was starving for his manhood. He throbbed and pulsed in my mouthpiece as I sucked. My hubby laughing behind me, telling me I was a horny little slut. He pulled me off the cock with his hands in my pilus and told me to brook up. I did and he turned me around putting my plump White person ass against the unknown's over-sized swollen cock, twitching as it stuck out from the pickle. I sunk onto it with no condom, no protection, just tegument of throbbing thick cock sliding into my unprotected tight hairy wet pussy. Wow, he was BIG ! I stiffened briefly in pain motley with veer pleasure as my slit accommodated him. My bid white ass touched the wall of the stall. When the guy on the early position realised what had happened, he started to hurtle more than vigorously through the wall into my cunt, fucking my pussy toilsome and fast. The guy fucking me shudder and shot cum into my pussy filling me with so much, it leaked out over his pulsating humanness and down my thighs. I felt it sliding out into my high hound as I shivered from his exploding shaft. I gasped as my hubby stroked my clit harder and harder until I could palpate my human knee weaken. I tried to concentrate on the stranger's pulsating still hard cock in my pussy as I felt the familiar feel of mounting arousal in my womb. My lovemaking juices flowed freely as my hubby rubbed my swollen clit harder and faster as I came. My womb pulsated with an incredible orgasm. I grunted as the orgasmic waves of ecstatic pleasance swept over me.

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

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