The glory hole room reeks of bleach and artificial lavender air freshener, a chemical cocktail of anonymous depravity. I'm perched on a metal folding chair in this tiny enclosure, my dick already half-hard in my palm despite my best efforts to maintain some dignity. The walls are painted an industrial gray that's somehow both clinical and sleazy at the same time.
Emily kneels naked on a cushioned mat before the waist-high hole cut into the wall, her silver hair braided tightly against her scalp. The position should make her look vulnerable, but somehow she maintains that regal quality that makes my heart stutter, like a queen who's chosen to kneel rather than been forced to.
"Nervous?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder at me with that knowing smile.
I shrug, trying for nonchalance despite the anxiety churning in my gut. "Just wondering how many guys are actually going to show up."
"Oh, they'll show," she says with absolute certainty. Her hand reaches back to stroke my thigh, the casual touch grounding me to this bizarre reality. "They always do."
The specialized motel sits on the outskirts of town, the kind of place that advertises hourly rates and doesn't ask questions. Room 12B is designed specifically for this purpose, with connecting doors that lock from both sides and holes at strategic heights. Emily had explained the setup when we arrived, her voice matter-of-fact like she was giving me directions to the grocery store.
"Remember," she whispers, her blue eyes locking with mine as her hand moves higher up my thigh, "once the first one cums inside my pussy, then you can fuck me, okay?"
The casual way she says it makes my cock twitch against my palm. I swallow hard, processing her words. "This isn't just blow jobs only?"
Emily's laugh is low and musical. "Depends what they want, baby." She leans closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Some just want my mouth, others want to fuck me through the wall. The clients paid for full access."
Before I can respond, there's movement on the other side of the wall. A shadow passes in front of the hole, followed by a hesitant knock. Emily's entire demeanor shifts instantly, her back straightens, shoulders relaxing as she slides into her professional persona.
"Just one thing before we start," she whispers, leaning back toward me. "They like it better when I don't make conversation. So just stay quiet, okay?"
I nod, understanding the unspoken rules of this strange arrangement. Emily gives me one last reassuring smile before turning her attention to the hole.
The wait isn't long. A thick, veiny cock pushes through the opening, already fully erect and glistening slightly at the tip. It's disembodied in a way that makes this whole thing feel both more and less real simultaneously, just anonymous flesh seeking pleasure.
Emily doesn't hesitate. Her hands come up to steady the shaft as she leans forward, her tongue darting out to taste the stranger before taking him into her mouth. The wet sounds of her working fill our small enclosure, rhythmic and obscene.
I watch, transfixed, as she takes him deeper with each bob of her head. The stranger on the other side groans, a muffled sound that somehow makes this more real. There's an actual person attached to that cock, a person my wife is pleasuring while I watch.
One of Emily's hands releases the stranger's shaft, sliding lower to cup his balls as her mouth works more intensely. Her technique is mesmerizing, the way her head dips, her cheeks hollow, the occasional flash of tongue, it's like watching a virtuoso perform.
The anxiety that's been clawing at my chest since we arrived is melting away faster than I expected. I've already watched my wife get fucked twice today, and somehow this third encounter feels different. The jealousy and nerves that usually twist my stomach into knots have transformed into something purer, raw excitement that pulses through my veins.
I'm already stroking myself hard, my hand moving in unconscious rhythm with Emily's bouncing head. The sight of her on her knees, servicing a stranger while I watch, has me rock hard and leaking.
Emily's eyes suddenly flick up, catching mine in a moment of unexpected connection. Her gaze drops to my rapidly moving hand, then back up to my face. Without missing a beat in her performance, she narrows her eyes in a clear look of disapproval.
I immediately slow my pace, understanding her silent command. She wants me to save myself, to build up for her rather than waste it now. The unspoken promise in that look, that she'll want everything I have later, makes me shiver.
The stranger groans louder, his hips beginning to thrust forward against the wall. Emily adjusts her rhythm to accommodate him, never breaking eye contact with me as she continues her silent instruction. I force myself to stroke slower, teasing myself with feather-light touches instead of the frantic pace I'd fallen into.
The stranger's pace quickens, his thrusts becoming erratic. His cock twitches in Emily's mouth as a guttural moan echoes from the other side of the wall. She doesn't flinch or hesitate as he releases, her throat working methodically to swallow every drop. I watch, impressed by her composure, the way she maintains perfect control even in this moment of another man's abandon.
When he's finished, the stranger withdraws, his spent member disappearing back through the hole. Emily licks her lips, her eyes meeting mine briefly before turning her attention back to the opening, waiting.
We don't wait long. Another cock appears almost immediately, pushing through the hole with eager insistence. This one's thicker than the last, the angle slightly different as it juts upward more prominently. Emily wastes no time, leaning forward to welcome this new visitor between her lips.
My hand unconsciously speeds up again, matching her rhythm as she works this new stranger. The sight of her silver braid swinging gently against her back as she bobs her head is hypnotic, beautiful in its obscene efficiency.
Emily glances over, catching me in the act. Her eyes narrow immediately, flashing with irritation. Before I can adjust my pace, she reaches out and smacks my hand away from my cock, replacing it with her own. I bite my lip as her fingers wrap around me, her touch expert but deliberately teasing. She only plays with the tip, her thumb circling the sensitive head while her mouth continues working the stranger.
I try not to whimper as she alternates her attention between the two of us, giving the stranger her mouth while keeping me on edge with just enough stimulation to drive me crazy but not enough to satisfy. The dual sensation of watching her pleasure another man while she teases me is almost too much to bear.
A smile curves her lips around the stranger's cock, her eyes dancing with mischief as she watches my struggle. She knows exactly what she's doing to me, and she's enjoying every second of it.
"Pussy?" The word comes muffled through the wall, the stranger's request clear despite the barrier between us.
Emily rises to her feet. She keeps hold of me as she turns, positioning her ass toward the hole. I watch, my breath caught in my throat, as the stranger's cock nudges against her entrance. Emily reaches back with her free hand to guide him in, a deep moan escaping her lips as he pushes inside her.
The look on her face is transcendent as she takes him fully, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment before opening again to lock with mine. Her hand resumes its torturous attention on my cock, stroking me in rhythm with the stranger's thrusts.
Her fingers wrap tighter around my shaft as the stranger's pace increases. Each thrust makes her body rock forward, her breasts swaying with the motion. The sight is mesmerizing, my beautiful wife being taken from behind while she maintains complete control over both of us.
"I love you, Danny," she whispers, her voice low and intimate.
My heart stutters in my chest. Even here, even now, with another man buried deep inside her, I'm still the center of her universe. The knowledge floods me with warmth that spreads from my chest outward.
"I love you t…" I start to respond, but she surges forward, cutting my words off with her lips.
The kiss is deep and possessive, her tongue sliding against mine with desperate intensity. I can taste the faint salt of the previous stranger on her lips, but it only heightens the twisted intimacy of the moment. Behind her, the man's rhythm becomes erratic, his thrusts harder and more urgent. Emily moans into my mouth as she feels him clenching, her hand never stopping its perfect motion on my cock.
I feel the exact moment he starts to cum, Emily's body tensing slightly against mine, her kiss becoming more urgent, almost frantic as she takes another man's release. The vibrations of her moans travel from her mouth to mine, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that has me teetering on the edge.
When she finally breaks the kiss, her eyes are glazed with a mixture of pleasure and triumph. The man behind her withdraws with a wet sound that makes my cock throb painfully in her grip.
"Perfect timing," she purrs, her voice honey-sweet as she glances over her shoulder at the empty hole. "Now it's your turn, baby."
Before I can respond, she's pulling me from the chair, guiding me to stand behind her. Her hands position me at her entrance, still slick and dripping from the stranger's release. The sight of her like this, used, wet, and waiting for me, sends electricity through my veins.
"Reclaim what's yours," she whispers, pushing back against me.
I don't need to be told twice. I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The sensation is indescribable, hot, wet, and somehow different, knowing another man was just here.
Emily braces herself against the wall, her fingers splayed wide as I grip her hips. I'm not gentle. I can't be. Something primal has taken over, urging me to erase every trace of the stranger with my own claim.
Each thrust feels more desperate than the last, like I'm trying to carve my name into her very core. The wet sounds of our bodies connecting echo through the small room, mixing with Emily's soft moans.
Then I see it, another cock pushing through the hole, eager. My rhythm falters for just a second, but Emily doesn't miss a beat. She leans forward, her body bending at an impossible angle while keeping me buried inside her, and captures the new arrival in her mouth.
The sight is primal, my wife taking another man between her lips while I'm still inside her. She doesn't just suck him, she devours him, her mouth working with savage hunger, like a predator that's caught its prey. Her tongue visibly working the underside of his shaft.
"Fuck," I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away.
The stranger on the other side groans, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Emily's eyes flick up to mine, wild with challenge and lust, and something inside me snaps.
My orgasm crashes through me without warning, so intense I almost black out. I drive deeper, pressing her against the wall as I empty myself inside her. Every muscle in my body contracts as I flood her with pulse after pulse, marking her from the inside while she continues servicing the stranger with unbroken focus.
I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, swallowing the moans that threaten to escape. Something about keeping quiet makes it more intense, like I'm stealing this pleasure in secret while she performs for someone else. My fingernails dig into her hips as the last waves of pleasure ripple through me.
But I don't soften. If anything, the sight of Emily working both of us simultaneously has me harder than before, still throbbing inside her as the aftershocks of my orgasm fade.
Emily notices immediately. Without missing a beat in her oral performance, she starts moving her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Then she picks up speed, bouncing her ass back against me with increasing force.
The stranger's hand appears through the hole, fingers tangling in Emily's silver braid as he guides her movements. She allows this direction, submitting to his pace while maintaining perfect control of the rhythm against me. The contradiction is mesmerizing, yielding to him while commanding me.
My brain short-circuits at the sight, creating a feedback loop of pleasure as I watch her take us both. The stranger's grip on her braid tightens, pulling her head back slightly as his thrusts become more urgent. Emily moans around him, the vibrations visible in her throat as she continues working him with her mouth while impaling herself on me.
As I drive deep into my wife's pussy a thought crashes into me with stunning clarity. I'm the luckiest man alive. While these strangers pay for fleeting moments with parts of her body, I get to go home with all of her. I get to hold her through the night, wake up to her smile, share coffee and conversations, and quiet moments that mean more than any physical pleasure.
My second orgasm hits with devastating force, stars exploding behind my eyelids as I empty myself inside her again. I press my forehead against her back, breathing in the scent of her skin as waves of pleasure ripple through me. Through it all, Emily never stops, never falters in her attention to the other men, even as she squeezes around me, milking every last drop.
The stranger's body shudders as he finds his release, his grip on Emily's braid tightening for a moment before going slack. Emily works him through it, swallowing every drop before he finally withdraws, disappearing back through the hole.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand again, then turns to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from use, but her eyes hold that dangerous glint that makes my heart race. She reaches out, cupping my face with surprising tenderness.
"We're not done yet, baby," she purrs, her thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Don't be slacking off on me now."
Her free hand drifts down to her stomach, pressing lightly against her lower abdomen where I've just emptied myself twice. "Mommy needs as much of your cum as possible."