Mixed Relationships During a recent trip to sin city in an effort to renew our 17 year married love life,many revelations about what turned my husband on came to light. When even my willing blowjobs and Viagra didn't bring him to full salute and with my desparate need for a real fuck. I listened openly to a surprising fantasy he had long desired.
Intently, glued to the words I would swear would be coming from a street walking hooker, I heard wishes for lace stockings, spiked high heels, skin tight leather mini, a see thru black lacy blouse, blonde wig, dragonlady nails and the makeup of the sexiest porn star alive. The cream of his dream was a muscular black stud with a cock to make any girl drool. The shocker of it all was, this wish was not for me, but for HIM! My sweet Dan wasn't Dan after all. He soon revealed his transvestite name of Desiree, The Hot To Trot Transvestite.
Needless to say I was floored but something about it made me excited Mixed Relationships felt bad. I should tell her it's all
right. I should tell her it's frightening but it's all right. And
I should tell her it's a weird kick for me, even though no man
should let others use his wife. Or get off by watching it happen.
But the only thing Joe could bring himself to say was:
"When do we do this?"
"I was thinking maybe... tomorrow night. Your Mom said they'd
take the kids. Overnight." Mary's face was hopeful; she knew she
was gushing--showing she'd kind of had it planned out--and that
could irritate Joe. "I was hoping maybe we'd spend the night at
that little motel. And come home in the morning," she finished
lamely, watching her husband's face. But Joe had put his poker face
on. He had a wariness in his eyes that she had put there.
"What did you tell them we were doing?"
"Your parents? I told them we were thinking about heading into
Chicago to see a show and do the Loop. I told them it depended on
how much running around we had to do tomorrow. I told them I'd
call her as soon as we figured out what we would do." She waited
expectantly, praying.
"Okay, Mary. Call them and tell them we need them to baby-sit
overnight. We'll do it. Okay?"
Mary felt fresh tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness that Joseph
loved her and would help her with THE URGE. She loved him so much.
"You want to go upstairs in a little while, Joe? I'd like that,"
she offered. Joe gave a rueful smile.
"No thanks, hon. I'll save it up for tomorrow. I'm pretty tired
and I've got some paperwork to go over. Rain check?"
"Rain check," Mary agreed, although she would have rather they had
gone upstairs and made love. She wanted be with him for a while.
He tossed and turned in bed that night, thinking about events to
come.
Chapter Two: The Gloryhole
And so it was that Joe and Mary Savior awoke Saturday with a
charged tension between them. The Saturday chores--the shopping,
the cleaning, the lawn, got completed in their due course, however,
the stiltedness remained between the married couple.
Mary took it upon herself to be cheerful and playful with the
children and with Joe. He responded weakly at best to her attempts
to lighten his worried mood. The children were thrilled at the
prospect at spending the night at Joe's parent's home. The videos
were already rented and Grandma Savior had already advised of the
provisions she had laid in for their arrival. By six in the
evening the kids were in the minivan and Mary had jumped into the
"Mommy seat" next to Joe; her own special provisions carried in an
overnight bag set between them.
Dropping off the children went without a hitch. Mary chatted
excitedly with Joe's Mom while Joe spoke idly with his Father,
about the gas mileage his father had coaxed out of his recreational
vehicle last summer. Joe suspected that his father was responsible
for more than a few of the traffic back-ups in northern Michigan
and Wisconsin in the summers. A regular moving roadblock. Mary
bounced out of the house. "Ready, Joe?" she asked brightly. Joe
put on his happy face.
"Let's go, hon. Dad, try not to let Mom spoil the kids, okay?"
"I can't promise you anything on that score, Joe," the older man
said solemnly, before breaking into a grin. "You two have fun.
We'll be right here when you get back."
Joe and Mary climbed back into the mini-van. "I gave your Mother
the cell phone number in case she needed to call us. I told her we
didn't know if we would spend the night in Chicago or head home,"
Mary said.
"Okay," Joe answered. "We're going to stay at that motel again?"
"I'd like to. It's more convenient."
"We bringing anyone back with us to the motel this time?"
"I... I don't know," Mary faltered. "If we do, it won't be like
last time."
They had brought a young man, a hitchhiker, back to the room to
do a special job on Mary. After the act, he showed no inclination
to leave. Joe had been overly patient with him, waiting for Mary to
rise up out of her languor. When she had finally given him a
worried look, he had given the kid the bum's rush. He didn't want
anything like that to happen again.
The time passed uneasily between them as Joe left Chicago and the
'burbs behind and they passed through Gary, Indiana and Michigan
City and finally into the farmlands and fields of Michigan. Mary
squirmed in her seat. Joe caught her out of the corner of his eye.
"Want me to slip out of these shorts for awhile, Joe?" Mary asked
timidly. Joe considered. Acts of automobile sexuality were very
rare with Mary, and he felt the resultant surge in his pants. But
he really didn't feel like playing right now. These urges always
worried him, because of the possibility of being caught and exposed.
"I'd rather just get to the motel. Maybe we'll do something
there, hon," he finally stated. Mary sat back in her seat, clearly
disappointed. Oh well.
At exit 3 of Interstate 94, they left the freeway. Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Mary shift excitedly in her seat. Joe
turned left, recrossing the highway over the bridge and cruised
into the parking lot of the Sawyer Motel, a one-story cinderblock
motel of indeterminate age. Not recent, though. Shaped in an "L",
without pool or restaurant; advertising their air-conditioned rooms
and in-room phones. "Air-conditioned rooms" had the requisite
blue icicles hanging from each word. In-room movies. Whoopee,
thought Joe dully. Other than a Marathon gas station, the motel
was the only other building even visible from the interstate. It
always seemed to Joe that the only reason you could enter or exit
the freeway around here was so the farmers would have a way to get
on. There was nothing else around Sawyer, Michigan.
The Sawyer Motel served as a place to sleep for those travelers
who needed inexpensive accommodations for the night. Fairly close
to the backwater Michigan town of the same name, it seemed to
accommodate its fair share of locals looking for a room for their
own sexual enterprises. The place saw only light use and it always
seemed like a depressing little dump to Joe. He left Mary in the
van and headed in to get a room. Forty-two dollars later, Joe came
out with the key in his hand. Mary watched him anxiously from the
car.
"I wonder how he feels?" thought Mary. She watched his neutral
face and posture as he walked back to her. She felt giddy and hot
at the same time. She longed to rub her legs together or at least
rub her groin with her hand. The URGE was upon her, in full
effect. Joe climbed in without a word and drove about eight doors
down to number thirteen. Parking the car, they both stepped out.
Mary stretched, then grabbed her overnight bag and waited excitedly
for Joe to open the door. Joe unlocked number thirteen and they
stepped inside.
Mary made a great show of being comfortable in the spare, sparsely
furnished room, with it's old carpeting and drapes, the motel-
quality television hanging from it's ceiling bracket. Mary tossed
her night bag on the faded quilt of the double bed and walked
eagerly into the bathroom to pee. She reached under her short
skirt and peeled her panties down, then squatted over the bowl and
let her urine flow. She hated to sit down on these motel toilets.
Fear of germs or something, she figured. Hard to believe when
shortly she'd be letting strangers put their cocks into her. Lot
easier to catch disease that way, but she still shied away from
actually sitting on the toilets in these motels until she'd had a
chance to clean them. She heard Joe switch the television on. The
unmistakable drone of college football filled the small motel room.
Mary wiped her sex gently and after dropping her wadded toilet
paper into the bowl couldn't resist running a fingernail up and
down her slit. Excited, she kicked the panties off and let her
skirt fall back down. She flushed the toilet and headed out to see
Joe. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and time to leave for
the gloryhole. Time was a wastin'.
"Are you ready to go, Joe?" Mary asked her husband. Joe looked at
her. His face still a mask.
"I guess, hon."
"And the same rules?"
"Okay."
The "Rules" were pretty simple. Joe took Polaroid pictures of
Mary's activities. He would make some initial contacts with the
strangers and let them know Mary was available in her bathroom
stall. He would take his cues from her when it came to answering
questions posed by the blunt and distrustful horny men she would
service. And Mary rarely said no to a request.
Mary quietly picked up her bag of supplies and waited on Joe. He
got up off the bed and grabbed his keys and wallet. They looked at
each other uncomfortably before Joe said quietly and just a bit
kindly, "Let's go, Hon." Mary brightened in anticipation and
followed eagerly out the door.
Once more out on the road, Black Cuckold Stories Black Cock Spring Break of sorts. All I could see was sex shop, some men escorted in chains, some in leather, and some normal guys with very attractive women. Our escort introduced us and informed her that he had a hot to trot trannie for the show. The show, what show. It was getting better and better. The madam rose and took Des by the hand and got lost in the bewildering environment. Rob, the handsome black stud who'd showed us in, asked me to join him at the bar, which I readily accepted.
We chatted and I told him of my newfound knowledge pertaining to Dan and was reassured it sounded as if we both would come out of this the better. I was definitely intrigued at this juncture, no doubt. He treated me like a queen for the next few hours and I was falling for him, for sure. I could imagine his package as his jeans were skin tight with a nice long bulge.
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slight moans of enjoyment.
"I'm going to take a picture," Joe announced quietly for the old
guy's benefit. He didn't answer.
Mary pulled the black meat out her mouth. It glistened dark and
heavy and she laid it across her cheek as she licked back towards
his testes. The cock felt good and warm against her cheek. The
head was touching her ear as the flash went off. She put the meat
back in her mouth and slid two fingers between her legs into her
wet gash. She was close to the brink, waiting only for the man to
come.
Joe pulled the picture off the Polaroid and stuck it in his shirt
pocket. He waited until Mary's next signal, which would mean the
guy was coming. Maybe she'd want a picture of him coming in her
mouth; maybe she'd pull it out and have him spray her face. Or
maybe the guy would want something else. Joe watched his wife
sucking the black meat. It hadn't gotten very hard, but she was
very much into it.
After a time, the black guy suddenly shuffled his feet and let go
with a low moan. Mary tasted something salty and tangy in her
mouth, oozing from his black cock. The guy was coming and Mary
joined him, moaning herself now as her pussy clamped shut around
her fingers several times. She signaled Joe, who quickly bent and
framed the picture. The flash went off a second time. The black
guy continued a slow dribble into her mouth for ten seconds before
his moans subsided and he was done. Mary let his cock rest in her
mouth until her own orgasm subsided. Then she pulled his spent
dick out of her mouth and kissed it several times. His dangling
black cock was shiny clean. The guy pulled it back through the
hole and zipped himself back up. Joe closed the stall door and
waited for the black guy to emerge. The black guy looked at him
shyly. "Thanks, Mister. Tell your woman I appreciated that..." He
shuffled off out the door, leaving Mary and Joe alone.
"Show me the pictures, Joe," Mary said softly. She sat back on
the toilet, resting. Joe opened the door and handed both of them
to her. She studied them intently. "Oh that was good.
Uncircumcised--it's just so kinky, Joe." He didn't answer her.
"Ready for the next one, dear," Mary said as she dropped the two
Polaroids into her bag. They would go into her BOX at home, and
she would masturbate to them later. She savored the flavor of the
black guy in her mouth. And waited for more.
Joe walked out of the bathroom and lingered some more in the
lobby. Several men came in, but Joe instinctively knew better than
to ask them. They went into the bathroom and came out never knowing
a woman was in the fourth stall, dying for someone to pleasure.
One had entered the second stall and had taken a healthy shit while
Joe stood by and Mary cringed in her stall, hardly daring to
breathe. This had happened before. After he finally left, Joe
went back out into the lobby. Finally, two guys approached, one
twice the age of the other. Joe had watched them jump out of an
eighteen wheeler parked out in the darkness of the parking lot.
They were laughing and joking as they made their way into the Men's
bathroom. Father and Son? Joe followed them in. They stood at
the urinals and made their water.
Mary heard the two enter, laughing and having a good time. She
heard them piss and heard the roar of the powerful flushing
mechanisms. She gasped when she heard Joe's voice. Approaching
both of them?
"You guys together?" Joe asked, standing at the sinks. The older
guy, probably in his late forties, looked at him and nodded
brusquely. He'd probably seen everything at the truck stops and
rest areas in his time. The younger man, in his early twenties,
watched alertly, waiting for signals from his father about how he
should act.
"My wife is in the end stall over there," Joe pointed. "She'd
like to give you two a blowjob or something, if you want." He let
the words hang.
"She any good-looking?" the younger one popped out jokingly. His
father looked blankly at him for a second and then faced Joe. "He
don't mean nothing, Mister. Your wife wants to give blowjobs?"
"Yes," Joe answered, keeping his face and voice as neutral as
possible.
"How much?"
"It's free," Joe replied.
"You a cop?" the older trucker asked.
"No, we're not cops," Joe answered uneasily.
The older trucker looked back at the younger one. "What do you
say, boy? Interested?"
The younger trucker looked gravely back. "Yeah, that might be fun."
"And we don't go telling no stories when we get home? Your Ma
don't have to know and your girl don't find out neither, right?"
"Right," the young trucker promised.
The older guy turned to Joe. "We'll take a piece of that, partner."
Mary listened in her stall. Two men at once! A father and son!
She got off the toilet and knelt on her kneeling pad in front of
her gloryhole.
Joe led the two back to the third stall. The guys looked
sheepish, neither one wanting to go first. Joe opened the fourth
stall just a crack and looked at Mary. She glanced up at him, her
face excited.
"How about one in the hole and one in here, Joe?" she whispered.
Joe nodded.
"How about you go into that stall," he pointed out the third stall
to the younger man, "and you go in there with her," he suggested to
the older man. "And if anyone comes in, you guys just freeze.
Don't make a sound, okay?" They nodded somberly and made their way
into the stalls.
Mary smiled nervously up at the older man as he entered her stall.
He was tall and whipcord thin, wearing Levi pants and cowboy boots.
Carhart jacket and a standard baseball hat with the name of a truck
stop embroidered on it. He got behind Mary, standing between her
legs on the floor. Mary got up off her knees. The trucker would
need her to lean over. As she stood, a long thin white pecker came
through her hole. The cock of the son. It was hard as a rock,
jutting up obscenely at her. Mary placed her hands on the wall and
put her mouth over the cock and moaned. Already she was heating up
again. She felt the older man position himself behind her and flip
her short skirt up onto her back, exposing her hindquarters. As she
engulfed the son's cock, she heard the father's undoing his belt
and unzipping himself. A moment later, his pants were down at his
ankles and she grasped her hips as she sucked his son. The
father's penis nudged insistently at the outside of her pussy and
then, finding her pussy, pushed itself inside her. Mary groaned
around the cock in her mouth. So good.
Joe watched from outside the stall for a few moments and then
fished the Polaroid out of the stall with his foot. He framed the
shot of his wife being boned by the father while she sucked the son
through the hole in the wall. He took the shot. The flash
exploded in the stall and the two cocks invading his wife froze for
a moment.
"Don't worry guys. She just likes the pictures," Joe explained.
The two men resumed inside of Mary.
Mary felt the father driving into her from behind. It felt like
his cock was as long as his son's and wider yet. He filled her
good, bumping up against her butt cheeks as he took his pleasure in
her. Mary licked, sucked and teased the son's cock, her head
occasionally bumping lightly against the wall from the father's
thrusts behind her. She loosened up her throat and let the young
penis all the way into her mouth. She buried the young man in her
warm mouth. Right up to his balls, which dangled lewdly on her
chin. The young man was doing some moaning of his own.
They continued at a rapid pace for the next three minutes, the
only sounds in the room the harsh breathing of the two men, the wet
sucking that Mary performed and the squishy sound of her pussy
being pummeled by the father's cock. Joe watched, his penis rock
hard inside his pants. He rubbed it a little. This was the worst
part--the guilty excitement he felt watching his wife go at it with
other men. It didn't seem right, but Lord, it made him stiff.
The younger man's hands reached up and grasped the top of the
stall walls. "I'm ready, ma'am. I'm ready!" Joe got the camera
ready again. Mary pulled her mouth off the boy, and stroked his wet
penis quickly and firmly, bending it down a little to her face.
"Come on, cum for me. In my face," she coaxed him. The old guy
let up a minute behind her to peer over her back. Mary stroked the
gloryhole cock as the young man began to squirt his semen. The
first blast struck her hair and dripped richly down her forehead.
The flash of the Polaroid went off. The second squirt caught her
right on her mouth and cheeks. Mary moved in closer and the rest of
his ejaculate hit her neck and shoulders and leaked down onto her
chest. When his shower was over, Mary took him back into her
mouth. His cum tasted rich and slightly tangy. Black Pussy Black Dick Sluts For without makeup, he definitely had queen written all over his blushing cheeks. The cat whistles surely made my sissy pick up walking in five inch heels look really easy. I had my suspicions this wasn't his first pair.
Michelle, our transformation artist did a fabulous job. Complete with false lashes, 2 inch dragonlady nails, awesome whorish makeup with the poutiest hot pink lips I've ever seen, Desiree was indeed hot. It was like a magic wand when she stood up. Her hips had that come fuck me sway, the tits bounced with each step and those legs looked gorgeous as they crisscrossed with each strutting stride. Michelle was even in awe and coaxed what I could not out of my secret sissy. Yes, Des admitted to getting all dressed up before we met and doing some bar hopping and even a little street walking. Street walking, my God, I'd married a whore.He admitted to sucking cock before ever having sex with a woman. At the mere age 
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additional slow strokes inside her ass, to intensify his orgasm.
Mary felt the cock expand in her and the inside of her ass got
wetter. She burned back there and she knew feel that the delicate
membranes of her anus had swollen a darker red and that she would
be feeling this ass-fuck every time she sat down. Even now she
felt an empty achy void back there.
With a final shudder and a gasp, the bear came to rest inside
Mary, and then slowly backed out. Mary felt the invader leaving
her and struggled to close her gaping ass. She didn't want to shit
on the floor. The flash of the Polaroid exploded as the stranger
got clear of her backside. That's one for the photo album, she
thought weakly. Mary groaned with the effort to control her once-
sufficiently tight musculature. She slowly turned and sat shakily
down on her neoprene pad on the floor. The stranger's penis, wet
and angry confronted her. Joe had opened her stall door. Mary,
the consummate performer went for the finale. She beckoned to the
stranger to step back up to the wall. Mary grasped his exhausted
penis and brought herself up to it. At least it didn't have any
of her shit on it. At least not obviously. A generous dollop of
semen was lodged just behind the rim of that majestic cockhead.
Mary nodded to Joe and placed the cock against her cheek for a
picture. And then licked and finally sucked the semen off the big
purplish plum head of the stranger's cock, which had been in her
vitals just moments before. Her nose picked up the earthy offal
taste of her bowels on the man's penis as Joe finished the pack of
film. She gave the strangers penis one last kiss and let it go.
The stranger contemplated her as he stepped heavily back and began
to dress. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but for some
reason he remained quiet. Mary sat back down, her legs tucked
tiredly under her. She felt semen leaking out of her ass onto her
left ankle tucked under her. She felt exhausted and satisfied with
the night's activities. Maybe they should go back to the motel
room now. That was five penises now, including Joe's. Her URGE was
sated. She sat on the floor resting her arms on the toilet. The
stranger dressed and left the men's room. Joe watched Mary idly,
waiting to see what she wanted to do.
The bathroom door banged open and three laughing young white males
entered, pushing and shoving each other in a frenzy of young macho
mock violence. They blasted past the urinals and the sinks,
stopping in a heap around Joe. One of them opened the stall door
before Joe could even react. The boys, who appeared to be in their
late teens or early twenties, peered around him to see Mary sitting
on the floor of the stall topless, covered head to toe with the
semen of five grown men. Mary looked up, shocked by the sudden
commotion and the opening of her stall door. Stunned, she saw the
boys staring incredulously at her. She squealed and covered her
breasts with her hands and turned her hips away from their view.
She was mortified at being caught naked and cum-splattered like
that in front of these boys. She felt her face redden in
embarrassment.
"We heard there was something going on in here," one of the boys
said, "the old black guy told us." The kid had a comically sincere
look on his acne-ridden face. His black hair was short except for
a shock of hair in front which constantly fell down over his
forehead. "We don't want to hurt you or anything-we just want to
see what's going on."
"Sweet," the second one chimed in as he studied Joe's wife. A
brown-haired small guy about five foot six and he couldn't have
weighed more than a hundred and thirty pounds. Cute.
"Yeah," the third one agreed. He was tall, about six foot three
and skinny as a rail. His head of hair was razor cut down to short
blond stubble and his head and sharp nose made him resemble an
ostrich.
"He told us you were doing things--sex things. We would like to
get in on some of that if we could," the first boy finished lamely,
addressing himself both to Joe and Mary, uncertain of whom to
petition.
"Gee, guys..." Joe began, "you're all kind of young... And we
were just getting ready to leave..."
"That's right," Mary whispered. Their youth was intimidating to
her. She keenly felt past her prime. She felt conscious of the
flaws of her body, the stretch marks at the sides of her breasts
from the babies and the way her stomach must appear with it's
little marks and belly button frown. And the drying goo all over
her body.
"We're in our twenties," the first boy protested. "We're all
twenty," he amended, "we go to college at State." That's old
enough," he insisted. "We'd like to... give you a try."
"Yeah," chimed the other two enthusiastically. Mary blushed anew
and thought about the situation. Should she? They seemed so
young. "I'm thirty-six, boys. Isn't that too old for you?" she
asked honestly.
"My Mom is thirty-eight," the second one offered. Mary cringed
inwardly.
"Yeah Dude, and your Mom is hot. Like this lady," the tall one
laughed. The slight one pushed him. "Don't talk about my Mom like
that, fucker."
"I'd fuck your Mom in a heartbeat, Dude. Why do you think I'm
always going to your house? It's not because I want to see you-
it's cuz I just want to get close to your Mom!" the tall one grinned.
The little guy pushed him again and then regarded Mary. "So can
we?" He was so small and cute. His big blue eyes regarded her
hopefully.
"So who is first?" Mary said slowly and cautiously drawing her
hands down and offering the boys a full view of her breasts as she
clambered to her feet and moved her neoprene mat away from the
partition wall. She centered it on the floor of the stall and
removed her skirt, consciously sucking her little pooched tummy in
as she stood there naked for their devouring eyes. Her butthole
still ached emptily. "One of you watches the door. I don't want
anyone coming in and catching us. And one of you at a time in
here. My husband takes pictures. Now if you'll give me a moment
of privacy, I'll get ready." With that, Mary shut the stall door
and removed her skirt. She lay down on her mat with her head at
the base of the toilet. Tight quarters in here. Her spread legs
faced the door of the stall. She briefly felt her pussy lips and
clit. She felt good lying here, though it was chilly down here at
floor level. She touched her anus gently, feeling the sore,
swollen ring. No one else was going there tonight, she thought.
She spread her thighs and peeled her vagina lips apart. She
fingered herself idly and then self-consciously placed her wet
finger in her mouth. It tasted of her and slightly of the father
trucker. The randy feeling was back. She was getting wet all over
again. "I'm ready," she called gently under the stall door.
Mary heard the whispered discussion of the boys and saw the Nikes
of the first boy, the black shock-haired young man, trot to the
door of the men's room to stand lookout. Then Joe opened her stall
door. Mary looked out. The tall thin young man stared between
Mary's legs. He backed off, looking uncertain and even scared. He
apparently wasn't even going to watch his friend. The smaller guy
with the puppy dog eyes, came shyly forward and waited. Mary knew
from his trepidation that he had little or no experience with girls
or women and she felt a motherly tug at her heartstrings. The
young man tugged his shorts and underwear off in one bunch and
kicked them off his feet. He stood there sporting a stiff five-
inch penis, small, but not so small for his frame. He stared down
intently at Mary's closely-shorn pubic patch and her pussy. He
dropped down to his knees between Mary's legs and continued to
study her genitalia. "Wow," he breathed to himself. Then, placing
a hand on the mat at each side of Mary, he assumed a classic push-
up position over her cum-splattered torso. His penis bumped
blindly around at the top of her vagina. Mary reached down between
them and pushed his penis down to her hole. The boy pushed again
and he slipped inside Mary's warm depths. His eyes went wide in
surprise and Mary believed he had entered his first woman. "It
really is like warm apple pie," he breathed, slowly stroking
himself in and out of Mary's pussy. She smiled at him.
"Come on, tiger. Do me," she cooed at him to spur him on. The
boy needed no further encouragement. His thrusts sped up, his cock
filling her snugly. He slowly lowered himself onto her wet chest,
and she hugged him lightly to her, this intimacy exciting. All of
the sudden, she felt his lips on hers and his insistent tongue
force its way into her mouth. She responded with an excited moan;
her tongue doing swordplay with his; secretly hoping Black Dick Sucker was dripping hot pearly juice.
As I downed stiff drink after another I could only laugh at the predictament his fantasy confession got him into to. Since that night of revelation, I am the master of his once upon a time domain and she serves me like a lady in waiting. Rob moved back to Georgia with us and is now my lover and if Des is a good sissy I sometimes let him have a poke or I should say let her get a poke. For that puny cock and balls of his have dried up so small we can tuck them in and he's all pussy. We never even had to use the threat of it all being on film and she takes great pride in watching it when played for all of his old drinkin' buddies, for she absolutely knows cock is on the menu when her secret is discovered.
So girls, if your aging sex life is dwindling, take my advice, put your man in a pair of spiked heels and a cute sexy slut outfit and make him yours.
Luv to all you queens,
Mistress Suzie 
Blacks On Blondes Pass felt bad. I should tell her it's all
right. I should tell her it's frightening but it's all right. And
I should tell her it's a weird kick for me, even though no man
should let others use his wife. Or get off by watching it happen.
But the only thing Joe could bring himself to say was:
"When do we do this?"
"I was thinking maybe... tomorrow night. Your Mom said they'd
take the kids. Overnight." Mary's face was hopeful; she knew she
was gushing--showing she'd kind of had it planned out--and that
could irritate Joe. "I was hoping maybe we'd spend the night at
that little motel. And come home in the morning," she finished
lamely, watching her husband's face. But Joe had put his poker face
on. He had a wariness in his eyes that she had put there.
"What did you tell them we were doing?"
"Your parents? I told them we were thinking about heading into
Chicago to see a show and do the Loop. I told them it depended on
how much running around we had to do tomorrow. I told them I'd
call her as soon as we figured out what we would do." She waited
expectantly, praying.
"Okay, Mary. Call them and tell them we need them to baby-sit
overnight. We'll do it. Okay?"
Mary felt fresh tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness that Joseph
loved her and would help her with THE URGE. She loved him so much.
"You want to go upstairs in a little while, Joe? I'd like that,"
she offered. Joe gave a rueful smile.
"No thanks, hon. I'll save it up for tomorrow. I'm pretty tired
and I've got some paperwork to go over. Rain check?"
"Rain check," Mary agreed, although she would have rather they had
gone upstairs and made love. She wanted be with him for a while.
He tossed and turned in bed that night, thinking about events to
come.
Chapter Two: The Gloryhole
And so it was that Joe and Mary Savior awoke Saturday with a
charged tension between them. The Saturday chores--the shopping,
the cleaning, the lawn, got completed in their due course, however,
the stiltedness remained between the married couple.
Mary took it upon herself to be cheerful and playful with the
children and with Joe. He responded weakly at best to her attempts
to lighten his worried mood. The children were thrilled at the
prospect at spending the night at Joe's parent's home. The videos
were already rented and Grandma Savior had already advised of the
provisions she had laid in for their arrival. By six in the
evening the kids were in the minivan and Mary had jumped into the
"Mommy seat" next to Joe; her own special provisions carried in an
overnight bag set between them.
Dropping off the children went without a hitch. Mary chatted
excitedly with Joe's Mom while Joe spoke idly with his Father,
about the gas mileage his father had coaxed out of his recreational
vehicle last summer. Joe suspected that his father was responsible
for more than a few of the traffic back-ups in northern Michigan
and Wisconsin in the summers. A regular moving roadblock. Mary
bounced out of the house. "Ready, Joe?" she asked brightly. Joe
put on his happy face.
"Let's go, hon. Dad, try not to let Mom spoil the kids, okay?"
"I can't promise you anything on that score, Joe," the older man
said solemnly, before breaking into a grin. "You two have fun.
We'll be right here when you get back."
Joe and Mary climbed back into the mini-van. "I gave your Mother
the cell phone number in case she needed to call us. I told her we
didn't know if we would spend the night in Chicago or head home,"
Mary said.
"Okay," Joe answered. "We're going to stay at that motel again?"
"I'd like to. It's more convenient."
"We bringing anyone back with us to the motel this time?"
"I... I don't know," Mary faltered. "If we do, it won't be like
last time."
They had brought a young man, a hitchhiker, back to the room to
do a special job on Mary. After the act, he showed no inclination
to leave. Joe had been overly patient with him, waiting for Mary to
rise up out of her languor. When she had finally given him a
worried look, he had given the kid the bum's rush. He didn't want
anything like that to happen again.
The time passed uneasily between them as Joe left Chicago and the
'burbs behind and they passed through Gary, Indiana and Michigan
City and finally into the farmlands and fields of Michigan. Mary
squirmed in her seat. Joe caught her out of the corner of his eye.
"Want me to slip out of these shorts for awhile, Joe?" Mary asked
timidly. Joe considered. Acts of automobile sexuality were very
rare with Mary, and he felt the resultant surge in his pants. But
he really didn't feel like playing right now. These urges always
worried him, because of the possibility of being caught and exposed.
"I'd rather just get to the motel. Maybe we'll do something
there, hon," he finally stated. Mary sat back in her seat, clearly
disappointed. Oh well.
At exit 3 of Interstate 94, they left the freeway. Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Mary shift excitedly in her seat. Joe
turned left, recrossing the highway over the bridge and cruised
into the parking lot of the Sawyer Motel, a one-story cinderblock
motel of indeterminate age. Not recent, though. Shaped in an "L",
without pool or restaurant; advertising their air-conditioned rooms
and in-room phones. "Air-conditioned rooms" had the requisite
blue icicles hanging from each word. In-room movies. Whoopee,
thought Joe dully. Other than a Marathon gas station, the motel
was the only other building even visible from the interstate. It
always seemed to Joe that the only reason you could enter or exit
the freeway around here was so the farmers would have a way to get
on. There was nothing else around Sawyer, Michigan.
The Sawyer Motel served as a place to sleep for those travelers
who needed inexpensive accommodations for the night. Fairly close
to the backwater Michigan town of the same name, it seemed to
accommodate its fair share of locals looking for a room for their
own sexual enterprises. The place saw only light use and it always
seemed like a depressing little dump to Joe. He left Mary in the
van and headed in to get a room. Forty-two dollars later, Joe came
out with the key in his hand. Mary watched him anxiously from the
car.
"I wonder how he feels?" thought Mary. She watched his neutral
face and posture as he walked back to her. She felt giddy and hot
at the same time. She longed to rub her legs together or at least
rub her groin with her hand. The URGE was upon her, in full
effect. Joe climbed in without a word and drove about eight doors
down to number thirteen. Parking the car, they both stepped out.
Mary stretched, then grabbed her overnight bag and waited excitedly
for Joe to open the door. Joe unlocked number thirteen and they
stepped inside.
Mary made a great show of being comfortable in the spare, sparsely
furnished room, with it's old carpeting and drapes, the motel-
quality television hanging from it's ceiling bracket. Mary tossed
her night bag on the faded quilt of the double bed and walked
eagerly into the bathroom to pee. She reached under her short
skirt and peeled her panties down, then squatted over the bowl and
let her urine flow. She hated to sit down on these motel toilets.
Fear of germs or something, she figured. Hard to believe when
shortly she'd be letting strangers put their cocks into her. Lot
easier to catch disease that way, but she still shied away from
actually sitting on the toilets in these motels until she'd had a
chance to clean them. She heard Joe switch the television on. The
unmistakable drone of college football filled the small motel room.
Mary wiped her sex gently and after dropping her wadded toilet
paper into the bowl couldn't resist running a fingernail up and
down her slit. Excited, she kicked the panties off and let her
skirt fall back down. She flushed the toilet and headed out to see
Joe. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and time to leave for
the gloryhole. Time was a wastin'.
"Are you ready to go, Joe?" Mary asked her husband. Joe looked at
her. His face still a mask.
"I guess, hon."
"And the same rules?"
"Okay."
The "Rules" were pretty simple. Joe took Polaroid pictures of
Mary's activities. He would make some initial contacts with the
strangers and let them know Mary was available in her bathroom
stall. He would take his cues from her when it came to answering
questions posed by the blunt and distrustful horny men she would
service. And Mary rarely said no to a request.
Mary quietly picked up her bag of supplies and waited on Joe. He
got up off the bed and grabbed his keys and wallet. They looked at
each other uncomfortably before Joe said quietly and just a bit
kindly, "Let's go, Hon." Mary brightened in anticipation and
followed eagerly out the door.
Once more out on the road, Mixed Relationships pagent came throughout the room. Long draped curtains opened and there before our eyes were a stage full of transvestites with my husband right in the middle. In front of each were ottomans and rings with chains to the floors. Upon the shrill of a whistle, all the drag queens knelt on the ottomans and submissively bowed there heads.I turned to ask Rob what was going to happen and he was gone. Some attractive maids came onto the stage and put the cuffs and chains to the legs and arms of the sissy's on stage. Then, my jaw dropped as up behind and in front of each queen came the largest black men I'd ever seen. By large, I ain't talking weight either. Those cocks would make horses jealous and right in front of Desiree was Rob would cock measured 15 inches soft and as thick as a coke bottle. There was another black stud poised right behind my darling. Oh, this would be good. He might like to suck cock but let's see how he likes getting