Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the four-bedroom
colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that occurred only at
night in their busy home. The odd and relaxing silence that
sleeping kids would bring. Oh sure, a few giggling outbursts or
requests for water from the children, but then as they drifted off
the blessed silence would come.
Mary was upstairs putting the children to bed. Four of them.
From ten year old hellion, David, to three year old Beth. With
eight year old, Tommy and six year old Faith in between. Four busy
kids. While Mary was upstairs with the kids, Joseph straightened
up the ground floor of the home. Mary and Joseph alternated the
jobs of child-bedder and home-straightener. Putting the Sega
away, picking up the books and CDs, clearing the kitchen counters,
loading the dishwasher and generally improving the appearance of
the home for the morning when the kids would descend and start
their day anew. As tomorrow was Saturday, the mayhem would
continue all day, Joseph reminded himself ruefully.
Upstairs, Mary was reading Beth a book. Beth was just starting to
lose focus on her mother; her blinking eyes taking longer each time
to reopen. Mary read the mechanically, putting less character and
volume into her voice as Beth started to nod off. Deep down, Mary
was wrestling with a large problem. How to tell her husband,
Joseph about the URGE. Because THE URGE was upon her. It had
started two weeks ago as the tiniest suggestion in her head and
built steadily until tonight it captivated her waking moments,
bouncing around powerfully in her skull. THE URGE. Mary hoped
Joseph would take it well. Not lay too much Catholic guilt on her.
THE URGE was impervious to criticism, but Mary was not. Why do I
have these thoughts, she asked herself sadly? Why?
As Beth drifted off, Mary closed the book and crept out of the
bedroom. In the bathroom, she examined herself in the large half
mirror. Mary Savior, wife and mother at thirty-six years. The
Classic Soccer Mom. Had the minivan and suburban house. Identified
herself first as a mother, second as a wife, third as a lover.
Stood five foot nothing in her stocking flat feet; weighed between
125 pounds when she was exercising to 140 pounds when her period
was in and she guiltily indulged herself in forbidden sweets and
happened to be off her exercise regimen. Shoulder-length blond hair
and light blue eyes. Mary would describe herself as average. Just
average. Two B cup breasts after the four children; somewhat saggy
with traceries of light blue veins; a stomach that pooched out
slightly no matter which diet or how hard it was exercised. The
bellybutton which frowned downward. The stretch marks, tiny white
scars on her tummy and thighs and butt. The marks she bore for her
children. Firmly resigned to wearing only one-piece bathing suits
to hide her marks. Turning around and looking back over her
shoulder, Mary checked to see how her bottom appeared through her
work slacks. Oh yeah. The ever-present slight sag of her butt,
years ago her best feature. She sighed and left the bathroom.
Time to talk with Joseph.
Joe was sitting at the dining room table paying the bills when
Mary rejoined him. He gazed up at her fondly, his wife of 13
years. He loved everything about her. He was comfortable about
her body and her pretty face. Any chance? On a Friday night?
Probably not. They were generally worn out after work and coming
home to fix dinner and be with the kids. She sure looked down
about something.
"Kids go down all right?"
"Yes," Mary answered dutifully. "Beth was nodding off before I
finished Winnie the Pooh. The boys are quiet. I think Faith is
already asleep." She sat down next to him at the large table. She
sighed. That's how Joseph knew it was talking time.
"Anything the matter, hon?" he asked anxiously, wondering what it
could be. "You need something?"
Mary looked up at him. She didn't want to say the words. Didn't
want to see the look of pain in his eyes. Again. She fought for
the words and the context to put them in. She lost and just ended
up blurting it out miserably.
"I... I... I have THE URGE, Joe. I have the URGE and I'm so
sorry..." she gushed, tears springing to her eyes.
Joe felt the heat rush to his face as he stared at his wife. Not
anger--he loved her too much for that--but he felt the distress and
the guilty Big Black Dick Pic
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file from her bag and pried the square from her glory hole and set
it aside. She cleaned around her wall opening; made it clean and
ready for its intended purpose. She felt almost giddy. Her pussy
felt loose and wet as she finished her work. Mary removed the
Polaroid camera and set it carefully aside. Last, but not least,
she pulled a rectangular neoprene kneeling mat out of her bag and
set it down on the floor in front of her glory hole. Now she was
ready. She pulled her top off over her head and folded it neatly
into her bag. She unclasped her bra and pulled it off. Her
titties felt heavy and her nipples tingled excitedly. Now she was
absolutely ready--naked except for her skirt and sandals.
"I'm ready, Joe," she called softly.
"Okay," Joe answered. He took a deep breath. This was the hard
part--selecting the men who wouldn't mind some action--the ones who
wouldn't be offended enough to refuse and then call the State
Police. Judging strictly by appearance which men were alone and
which had women or families waiting for them. Offering his wife to
other men didn't come easy to Joseph, regardless of the raging hard-
on he would inevitably get. He left the bathroom and went back out
into the lobby.
Looking casually at the wall map, he also scanned the approaches
to the building. He didn't have long to wait. An old black man,
about fifty or sixty years old shambled up the sidewalk, his back
bent; his work clothes straight out of Sears and Roebuck. A
suitable candidate if he was willing. As the black man pulled the
glass door open, Joe was already walking back into the men's
bathroom. He took his place at one of the sinks and turned the
water on. He called urgently to Mary. "Got one coming--black
guy." The old black guy entered the bathroom and went to the
urinal. Joe watched him fumble with the front of his pants and
fish himself out. Seconds later, the old guy peed weakly into the
urinal.
Mary was sitting on the toilet in exited anticipation. She
stroked her slit lightly, feeling her liquid excitement; waiting
for the moment. She could hear the gentleman peeing and waited for
Joe to make the approach. Her mouth started to water. A black guy!
Joe tended to use the most direct approach to these men so they
wouldn't get spooked into thinking he was offering them a blowjob.
His heart in his throat, Joe approached the black guy as he zipped
up.
"My wife is in the last stall. She wants to give you a blowjob.
If you step into the third stall, she'll do whatever you want..."
The old black guy goggled at Joe. He looked away and then up at
the ceiling before shuffling past Joe to peer down the line of
stalls. Mary heard Joe's offer. She moved her legs towards the
door so the man could see her feet with her painted toenails.
The old black guy turned back on Joe. "Yeah... Yes sir, I'd like
that."
Joe pointed over to the third stall and the black guy headed in.
Mary slid off the pot and down onto her cushion. She peered thru
the hole. The old black guy peered curiously at her. "Bring it
here," Mary breathed, and the old guy responded. He unzipped and
pulled his black cock out. It was a long, uncut, ebony cock of
medium girth. It hung down. The black guy picked his limp member
up with his right hand and stepped up to Mary's gloryhole. Mary
watched this gnarled old cock come at her face. She grasped the
limp cock with her right hand and rubbed it slowly over her cheeks,
luxuriating in its warmth. It responded slightly, growing thicker,
but not able to support itself. Maybe the guy was too old. It
didn't matter. Mary sniffed him where his cock met his balls. The
old guy's meat smelled of manly sweat. His cock had a powerful
smell that set Mary off. She skinned his head back slightly. This
was only the second uncircumcised penis she had ever done. They
were a weird turn-on for her. It was clean under there so Mary put
his cock right into her mouth and started sucking the old black
guy. She would have sucked him if he had been dirty anyway...
Joe opened Mary's stall door. Her eyes were closed as she
performed, sucking up and down that cock, lubricating it with her
abundant saliva as she worked. She made a slight motion with two
fingers for Joe. He bent down and picked up the camera. The room
was quiet except for her avid sucking and
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act of a man cumming in her mouth was a huge turn-on for her. She
liked the thought of being able to coax them to shoot off just by
using her mouth. He snapped another pic dutifully. The boy's cock
must have finally gotten ultra-sensitive because he backed away
from Mary.
"That was so fucking good," he gushed enthusiastically, "that was
just so fucking good..."
"I'm glad you liked it. You have a beautiful taste sweetie," she
said blushingly.
The boy blinked at her incredulously and then smiled sheepishly.
"Thanks."
The third boy, the black-haired one, entered the stall. His
buddies had moved off, guarding the door to the men's while they
chattered excitedly in low tones about their experiences. The
youth dropped his shorts and kicked them off, along with his shoes.
Don't kids wear underwear anymore? Mary wondered as she spied his
rigid penis jutting out of a hairy groin. Mary slowly laid back
down on her mat and the boy knelt between her spread legs. He
didn't waste time on niceties. His penis speared Mary's cum-filled
snatch and he commenced to fuck her on the floor, boning her with
short fast strokes that kind of took the wind out of her as he
rested on his elbows above her. He did the classic push-up
position over Mary, resting is weight on his arms; his body never
touching hers except where their organs met. His face was near
hers-his eyes were closed in concentration. She watched his face
as he worked inside her. The stall was filled with the sound of
him exerting himself and the slap of his groin meeting hers. Joe
snapped a Polaroid.
Soon Mary felt his strokes reaching deeper and faster into her.
She reached out and grasped the young man's buttocks with both
hands and helped drive him down into her. He was pile-driving her
now and she raised her butt cheeks off the mat to enhance his fuck.
"Where do you want it huh? In you or on you?" he panted.
"Pull out and shoot on me," she whispered, releasing her hands
from his ass-cheeks. The youth gasped and popped his boner out of
Mary. He shot streamers of white goo onto her stomach and chest
and then rubbed himself furiously up and down her pubic triangle,
coaxing his spend out, shooting dying spurts up to fill her navel
with his sperm. "Yes, yes, that's it," she coaxed him, watching
him excitedly. She felt so randy-she and Joe would have to fuck
once more back at the motel just to help her unwind from this
evening. She had loved these young men. The boy finally came to
his senses and backed off Mary, admiring his handiwork. Mary
watched his eyes as she idly trailed her index finger through his
ejaculate. She fished around in her belly-button and then put the
creamy digit into her mouth. The boy goggled at her.
"Shit you're hot, lady," he gasped. "You're really hot,". She
blushed in appreciation. The boy rose shakily to his feet and
dressed as Mary rested. The semen on her belly and chest slowly
cooled as she waited. Finally, the boy left the stall and she heard
them outside slapping high fives as they exited the bathroom. Joe
peered in and then snapped a pic of his cum-spattered wife.
"You ready, hon?"
"Yes," Mary answered, rising tiredly to her feet and slipping her
skirt back on. She put her bra in her bag and pulled her shirt
over her head. The fabric clung to her skin where the wet deposits
of spunk were. She felt sated. She packed up her gear and
carefully replaced the missing piece of the wall.
"I'm ready, Joe. And thanks. I really appreciate this, Honey."
Joe looked away and then slowly looked back at his pretty wife's
face, shiny in places, and crusty in others. Time to tell her.
"I just want you to know. I kind of like it, too. Mary. It's
kind of a turn-on for me."
Shocked, Mary stared at him. "You...you like it, Joe? Really?
Then its ok?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah. I guess its okay. I thought it might bother you if you
knew I liked seeing you with those men. It does bother me, it
really does, but it also gets me going, too. It's pretty exciting
to see you in action. Anyway, I love you Mary."
"Oh, I love you too, Joe. Let's go back to the room and look at
our pictures. I think there's only one cock I'd like to revisit
and it's one I'm really hot for right now."
Holding hands, they strolled companionably out of the Men's room.
Joe Savior and his Glory Hole Wife.