My hubby and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a dark at the Hilton in Sydney ( Australia ) back in the early 1980's. It was my 23rd birthday and I had a picayune too much to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner, my hubby slipped his paw up my wet knickers, and teasingly caressed my clit until it was hard, throbbing and aching, and then pushed his lovesome fingerbreadth into me. I hungered for him to campaign his whole hand inside me, I was so wound up. It didn't take in me long to deluge over his finger's breadth. I wanted to have a go at it him then and there but he didn't contain my tip. In my libidinous United States Department of 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 walk. A lilliputian reluctantly, I agreed. We sauntered down George St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket area of the metropolis near Chinatown. There were a few couples walking around and my husband seem to direct me towards a storage. I saw two men going in and one coming out as we approached. He was elderly, slightly disheveled and he ogled at me. It was then that I noticed that there were no other fair sex in the contiguous neighborhood. There was a little stench of stale urine. The shop was an adult bookstore with a doorway with stairs leading up to the get-go storey. There were lurid, tatty flashing lights and I think it was called the joy breast. My hubby suggested we have a spirit. I normally would not have ever thought of going into such a memory but that night, I was horny, frustrated and curious. I mindlessly followed him up the stair.

There was a"Suckatorium"on one side of the store, but that was for full gay/bi guys and I do n't know that couples were welcome in there. There was the feel of old smoke and I could get a line in the background indistinct music and what sounded like moaning from porn videos being played. I noticed racks broad of porn magazines and hardcore video. On the paired side of the store, through a doorway into a indistinctly lit area was a row of three or four video John Wilkes Booth with what I was soon to hear were resplendency mess. There was an old guy at the counter who casually looked up at my hubby and me. There were about four or five early men in the storehouse and they immediately looked and stared at me lecherously. I was the solitary woman there. As it was summer, I was dressed in a button down shirt tied at my midsection with a abruptly doll and 5-inch wedge dog. I was 5ft 6in tall, about 160 pounds, sick skin, thick long wavelike dark brown hair with 36-inch breasts with large brown areola and bellying pap, soft curvaceous minute glass fig, spacious articulatio coxae with prominent keister, turgid mesomorphic thigh and midst, shapely calves. It was a creepy kind of experience but for some odd reason, I felt sort of slutty and aroused at the same meter.

My hubby suggested we choose a booth to watch some porn. We walked over to the picture stall and asked for a stall. Immediately every guy in the computer memory stopped what he was doing and watched where we went. It was morose but the men all seemed to notice me as they glared at me like a piddling slice of kernel. I could feel their eyes undressing me. I felt like a filthy slut, my heart was almost bursting out of my chest from nervousness and prediction. I was shaking and was aware of the heat and wetness between my legs and tingle of my clit and kitty-cat. The sense of smell of the situation filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies.

My married man took my manus and led me to the second door on the right field. As we entered it I took one to a greater extent look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our door it seemed but then the door was shut and locked by my hubby. Inside the kiosk the floor was all concrete. The only affair in there was a chair and a trash can with a theme towel dispenser. I sat on the death chair as my married man switched through the television channel of the TV finding many explicit porn films and stopping at one of a daughter in the middle of a mob thrill. He knew that was one of my fantasies. The sounds of luxuria with cheap desktop music filled the room.

I was in a bit of a daze and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I noticed there was a mess 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 paries from the muddle down. It was pretty everlasting as I thought about it.

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

My hubby told me to resist up and face the paries reverse of the hole. He had me stand with my weapon system against the wall and told me to advertise 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 crowd of stranger. The booth was small and cramped for the two of us and my hubby cupped my titty from behind with his hands, and my nipples rubbed hard, erect with desire. He moved his digit on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly. My hubby's hand headed south. He pulled at my step-in, revealing my swollen hummock. He started to rub my ass, pulling the dress up around my hips, sucking my cervix and fondling my well breasts. He then began massaging my tumid engorged erect clitoris and moist twat.

He had me turn around and I looked at the hole to see a hammer 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 knee joint and I was in front of it. It wasn't very big at all, not very compact either. I could say it was an sr. man's cock and it was n't very hard yet. It probably belonged to an Asian as his pubes were black and not very curly, his penile dig had a yellow hue and his scrotal sac darkly pigmented with a nice set of pigeon egg-sized balls. I started to fix the spot 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 paw was on the back of my head as he pushed me onto it. I could feel the unknown's manhood grow in my mouth as I sucked it. My lips rubbing along his shaft as my clapper flicked around and across his rock gruelling dick, as the glans pushed into my throat. I was sucking him for a minute or two when all of a sudden he shot into my mouthpiece. I tried to attract away but my husband stopped me, telling me to swallow it all. As I did as I was told, the cock twitched with about four or five little jet of come. As soon as he left, another came through.

I knelt down in front end of this new circumcised penis. As I laid my question down I could feel this alien's cock hardening. He was bigger than the kickoff cock with thick engorged vena. I rubbed my gentle nerve up and down over it. I was getting so turned on. My cunt was wet and throbbing. I could experience the stranger moving and heard him moaning. His cock was so warmly and smell out musky. I swallowed the unknown's pecker. I licked and sucked and teased his balls until his warm cum flooded my mouth and kept filling my mouth with shot after stroke of cum. His member withdrew and left my mouth empty and dripping with saliva onto my top. My eyes watery from the deep-throating. I looked up at my hubby who told me to hold back there. I looked back into the other booth through the hole watching the turncock I had just fellated leave the elbow room and another man manner of walking in. He quickly undid his drawers and pushed his virile member into the hole.

This guy had a very orotund uncircumcised cock. He was so duncish. I had difficultness getting my mouthpiece around him as he grew in size. I brought my custody up to serve my sassing and it was only then I really appreciated the true stature of this splendid cock. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana tree. I couldn't help but mentally compare how small my hubby's 5-inch hard-on was compared to this stallion's manhood. My puss flooded. I could sense that my drawers were now soaked with my succus. I had always wanted to worship a monster like this. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his musket ball very gently. I know he wanted spill as he thrust his pecker hard against the mess. His gravid 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 shaft, then began sliding along its distance towards its junction with his body. At the root word I stopped and slowly squeezed. The let out cock and glans turned a darker purplish red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his penis firmly towards me. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory pulsation shot down the length of his erect penis, from its radical deep in his body to the swollen glans. I reduced the pressure sensation and began loyal diagonal, my fist thudding into his body at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.

His boiling semen could wait no longer - a immense surge began cryptic in his body, building and racing up the length of his erection, exploding past my business firm handgrip - a jet of white semen shot out, splashed against my naked second joint. I stroked harder, felt a second flare-up of semen gather. My clutches on his erection tightened as his second spirt was launched, this sentence missing me, arcing high into the air past my read/write head. His genitals mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further squirt of semen were propelled past me with decreasing force.

The next cock poked itself through the hole. It was beautiful, not as long as the last penis, but really thick, circumcised with a vast purple header 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 stopcock headland pushing at the back of my pharynx. My spit flicked across the tender ridge and probed at his lilliputian piddling pee hole before I closed my rim around him again. I could smell the elbow grease and the musky aroma of his rousing and it only added to my excitement as my fountainhead bobbed up and down, the pace increased. He really started to pump and thrust through the hole, fucking my mouth with such force I almost gagged. I could feel my sass bruising and electrocution, my spittle running freely over his shaft, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding on to my tongue.

I eagerly sucked him, using my mouthpiece on him, fast, sloppy and deep, pushing his cock in and out of my pharynx like I was starving for his manhood. He throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as I sucked. My hubby laughing behind me, telling me I was a turned on petty slattern. He pulled me off the hammer with his men in my hair and told me to resist up. I did and he turned me around putting my plump white ass against the unknown's over-sized swollen cock, twitching as it stuck out from the hole. I sunk onto it with no safe, no protective covering, just cutis of throbbing thick cock sliding into my unprotected tight hairy wet pussycat. Wow, he was BIG ! I stiffened briefly in pain mix with sheer pleasure as my twat accommodated him. My tender Edward D. White ass touched the wall of the stall. When the guy on the other side realised what had happened, he started to shove more vigorously through the wall into my cunt, fucking my pussycat hard and fast. The guy fucking me pulse and shot cum into my pussy filling me with so much, it leaked out over his pulsating manhood and down my second joint. I felt it sliding out into my high up heels as I shivered from his exploding putz. I gasped as my hubby stroked my clit harder and harder until I could finger my knees weaken. I tried to focus on the stranger's pulsating still hard tool in my kitty-cat as I felt the familiar feeling of mounting foreplay in my womb. My dear juices flowed freely as my hubby rubbed my well up clit harder and faster as I came. My womb pulsated with an incredible orgasm. I grunted as the orgasmic waving of ecstatic pleasure swept over me.

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

The next day I woke up feeling like a slut. I wondered what my hubby was thinking. The hale night seemed like some form of vivid wet dream. My jaw still felt sore from all the stopcock I had sucked .