PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXIV – TEARS ‘N FEARS

PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXIV – TEARS ‘N FEARS

So glad to have him back home again, Mary took her husband to Central City for something special. Putanna told her about something called “gloryholes” in the adult bookstores. He’s going to love this. I know he loves to see me get off on other guys…and girls.

Traffic slowed them. Eventually they entered the adult bookstore – X ‘R Us — in the busy central district. Rows of shelves displayed XXX films in VCR and DVC versions. Magazines on one long wall. Glass cases of sex toys. She had no idea what many of them were for.

Mary and John approached the counter, manned by an aging hippy with dirty blonde hair tied in a ponytail. “Can I use one of the rooms with hole in the wall?” she asked softly, timidly. Surely I’m not the first woman to come in with a request like this! Dressed conservatively in a long-sleeved white blouse, short denim skirt with ragged hem, and sandals, she would have been perfectly presentable shopping on the boulevard. The clerk stared – she was the only woman in a large shop of about twenty male customers – and said, “Ten dollars for women’s room for an hour, twenty dollars for men’s room.” Mary forked over a Hamilton and told him they’d take the women’s room. His eyes narrowed. “Okay, if that’s what you want, but it’ll be an extra five if he goes in with you.” He nodded slightly at John. “And when you’re ready, flip on the switch for the red light and open the hole. Got it?” She nodded.
And John thought, holy crap, fifteen bucks for an hour in a shitty little backroom. They must make a mint in here.
Mary fished out a fiver. She looked around, saw mostly men in the store, most pretending to study a movie in their hand. She walked down the hallway lined with doors. John preceeded her, looked back and saw no one looking at the moment; he popped in one marked WOMEN. Mary followed. “Whew, we made it in here!” she said. “I was a little scared back there. Now what?”

The old guy at the counter beckoned a regular. “Teddy, watch for the red light, then go next door. And gimme twenty bucks.” Teddy quickly whipped out a bill and sauntered casually down the hallway, went into the room adjacent the newly-lit red light.

John and Mary looked over the Spartan room – a sink, a straightbacked chair, a toilet off in the corner. Black-and-white tiled floor, nicely waxed. Two Kleenex boxes. Both were surprised that the room looked clean. She hit the switch as she had been told, to turn on the rid light outside the room, meaning this place was “open for business”.
MARY: Puttana said gloryholes are for guys to stick their cock in the hole in the wall, and you get to suck ‘em off. It’s anonymous cocksucking.
JOHN: You’re a freaky little slut, aren’t you? I thought you just brought me in here for a kinky little fuck in the city. Okay, do it.
Pleased at her adventurous twist…and ready to watch his sexy whore-wife blow a complete stranger, sight-unseen.

Mary pulled the shirt out of her skirt. Unbuttoned the front. Nothing appeared in front on the wall as she opened the hole, sliding the circle up and hooking it to the top. She wanted to open herself for John’s benefit – unbuttoned her denim skirt, slipped it off. Now only in panties and bra, and the loose blouse, she watched the hole in the wall, her hand rubbing in her panties. She knew by now that John, like most men, got hot watching women play with themselves.
Suddenly a white penis poked through the hole. Already rigid. Circumcised. The big blue vein already throbbing.

Mary grinned at John in triumph and went down on her knees, grabbed it softly, put her puckered lips to the tip and gently put her lips to the tip, kissing the end as if it was her first-ever junior-high boyfriend. She looked at John, who nodded to her. Her tongue flicked out, licking the end, poking into the slit, and then a slow roam around the head. She made sure John could see everything she was doing with her mouth. “Ummm….delicious,” she gloated, warming to the task. She let spit drip down onto it. John moved closer. With a wider mouth, her tongue spread over her lower lip as she had done with James that time before and slowly slid the head of it onto her tongue. John watched as she inched more of it into her mouth – this stranger’s cock in his wife’s mouth, and her obviously enjoying it. John was beside her now, also on his knees, and he watched raptly as she took a third of it in her mouth, still wide open so he could see it inside her. He smiled and pressed her head forward. Mary closed her mouth on the erection, sucking her cheeks in and stroking now. “Jack him off, baby, suck him hard,” he whispered.

John came behind his wife, hands on her hips to life her slowly to a standing position.