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Gloria Hole

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Erotic Short Stories - Erotic Novel
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 265

Beschreibung

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Whether on the gentle or hard way. Sex has to be dirty. Live out our secret fantasies, thoughts that kindle the pleasure between the legs. We want to have that. The sexual kick usually has nothing to do with normal sex, but with dirty fantasies. We break taboo for more hard sex. We wish the special for our sex life. Women, couples and men live their desire unabashedly. Whether your own sexual partner or new. These sex stories stand for more tolerance. Many erotic stories are true. Be a part of this world. 

Wife Blindfolded

I unexpectedly developed the desire to see my wife Amelia fuck another man. We'd been married for twenty years. In that time we'd explored everything we'd wanted to sexually. Each of us was open to the sexual desires of the other and our sexual interests were very much aligned. We'd taken bondage as far as we were comfortable, switching who was bound and who was in control, who was submissive and who was dominant. We'd had sex in different places like cars, bathrooms, theaters, and adult book stores. We had rules and things we wouldn't do. The only one that I'd agreed to at first but over the years had wanted to remove was that we were monogamous. I didn't want to fuck other women. I really wanted to watch her fuck another man. I brought this up with her but she declined. I brought it up multiple times but she refuted it saying that she liked that I belonged to her and she belonged to me. I told her that no matter who else we fucked we'd still belong to each other. She didn't agree. We were at a stalemate and eventually she told me to stop asking because it wasn't going to happen. We still continued with our passionate and varied love life. Most men in my place would be ecstatic to have such an open and beautiful woman. Beautiful does not even do her justice. She is gorgeous, sexy, refined, articulate, intelligent, independent, and sensual in a way that I've never experienced in another person. I felt myself lagging in all of those attributes and struggled to not fall so far behind as to not be worthy of her companionship. She's taller than most women with long luscious legs. I'm taller than her but our legs are still about the same length, which works to our advantage when fucking in various positions. She has light blonde straight hair that she has let grow down to the middle of her back. She has fair skin, a couple shades darker than milky white. She has dark blue eyes that sparkle when the sun hits them right. When we first met in our mid-twenties she had seemed too thin, but the first time I'd seen her naked she'd had perfect round breasts that barely filled my hands and a firm ass I wanted to caress and spank. Over the years she's filled out more, a combination of age and exercise has only added curves to her physique. I see men looking at her all the time whether at the gym or just out grocery shopping. It's perhaps those looks that first got me thinking about wanting to see her fucked by another man. The desire hadn't been there when we'd first dated and married. I'd have been too jealous to let another man touch her. I enjoyed hearing about her past sexual experiences and didn't mind that men found her attractive or even hit on her when she was alone, but it would have broken my heart if she'd fucked another man. Eventually that changed. We often recorded ourselves having sex just for us to view and not to be posted on the internet. In the videos I'd watch her and think how incredible she looked getting fucked. I couldn't really watch her when we had sex as being a part of it didn't give that voyeuristic thrill. So, I'd get her to masturbate for me. I'd jerk off as she fucked herself with a dildo. That still wasn't enough. I'd get her to tell me stories of past lovers. That just fed my imagination. So I talked to her about having sex with another man but she wouldn't do it. I had given up on ever doing that when I had an idea, an idea that came to me during one of our sexual adventures. One thing we'd both wanted to do was fuck on a pool table in a bar. We wouldn't be able to do it with other people around since we weren't that adventurous, but it was something we both wanted. Eventually we found a bar that opened early and was deserted in the mid-afternoon. It had a large pool room in the back that was almost separate from the bar area. We decided we'd do it there. We picked a day and went there together. That day she wore a short pleated skirt that barely covered her ass, black ankle boots, and a loose blouse with thin straps. It was the least she'd wear in public because the outfit screamed "Fuck me!" which of course is what I liked about it. The place was empty except for the bartender. He was younger than us, probably in his mid-thirties. He had long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was as tall as me but a bit bigger around. He was a good-looking guy, somewhat grizzled for his age. We ordered a pitcher of beer from him, and took it and a couple of mugs back to the pool room. I noticed him watching her walk away and smiled to myself. Since there was no one else in the bar I wondered if he might come back to the pool room to talk to us just to find an excuse to look at her more. What if he came back while we were fucking as we were intending to do? We'd have to get out in a hurry. We setup a rack of balls at the table at the back of the room and out of the sight line of the doorway to the rest of the bar. We played for a bit and drank a couple of beers. Mostly she teased me, bending over the table so her skirt lifted up showing the thin G-string underwear or leaning over from the other side of the table so I could see right down her shirt to her black lace bra. When one of us had to walk around the other we'd touch each other. She'd brush her hand across my groin and my growing erection. I'd drift my hand across her butt or around her stomach quickly before she'd walk past me. It was a teasing dance, driving each other wild before we fucked, as well as gaining our courage. Eventually, she took a shot, missed, turned around to face me, her back to the doorway to the bar, and leaned back against the pool table, spreading her legs. Her blonde hair drifted across one side of her face and she was looking up at me with that stare that told me that she'd had enough and it was time. I walked towards her and she immediately had her hands on my zipper, had it open, and pulled my half-hard dick out. I groaned as she stroked it in her hands, quick and rough with her fingers wrapping beneath the head. I leaned in towards her, she tilted her head back, and we kissed. We kissed hard like we were trying to devour each other. I pressed her against the pool table, spreading her legs around me as I pulled her skirt up. I ran my hands up and down her smooth thighs then gripped her hips as she stroked my cock hard and rubbed it between her legs. She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes hungrily. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me now." She sat up on the pool table, letting go of my cock to pull her skirt up higher. She spread her legs wide, dangling off the edge of the pool table. I took a few seconds just to look at her, perched there, her legs spread, her G-string barely covering her pussy, the ankle boots swaying above the floor, her hair flung back so she could watch me. I could feel the need for her in my gut. "Watch the doorway," she said, turning her head towards the doorway at the other end of the room. "Of course," I said, my throat dry despite the beers. "And film it," she said. "Get your phone and film it." "Good idea," I said. I took my phone out of my pocket and fumbled with it a bit. I'd filmed us fucking many times, but this time was more urgent. We could be caught by the bartender or anyone walking in. I stood there with my erection sticking out hard from my pants and Amelia laughed. "This is hard right now," I said, holding back a laugh myself. "I can see that," she said, her voice almost purring. Finally I got the app started and saw it was recording. I held the phone out so I could see the image it was recording. I aimed it directly at her. I took a few steps back to get a full view of her. For some reason it was even hotter seeing her on the screen of the phone. She titled her head to the side and touched a finger to her lips. "So you gonna fuck me before someone shows up or what?" she asked. "Yeah," I said. I hesitated, wanting to record a few more seconds of her like that. Then I stepped towards her, aiming the phone down between her legs where my cock soon came into view. "Here let me take care of that," she said. She grabbed my dick in one hand and pulled her panties to the side with the other. I held the phone out to the side at arm's length to see ourselves as well as between us. I put my other hand on her hip and urged her towards me. She didn't need the urging. She spread her pussy lips and led my cock head to her opening. She was so wet from the flirting and teasing the head slipped right into her. "Yessss...," she sighed. I shifted my feet and glanced at the phone to make sure we were still in view. Holding onto her hips I pushed into her and sank into her further, watching the shaft disappear inside of her. She pulled her underwear to the side, held onto the shaft of my cock with one hand and put the other hand behind her for support as she leaned back, leaving space between our upper bodies. I started sliding in and out of her slowly, just enjoying the sight of my cock pulling from her and then pushing into her, her hand still holding the shaft lightly to guide me into her deeper with each thrust. I looked at her skirt around her waist and thighs, her legs parted around me, her underwear pulled to the side, and I felt I was getting hard as ever. I plunged into her as deep as I could and she cried out with a soft moan and then bit her lip. I looked at the camera screen and pointed up at her face as I started fucking her a bit faster. "Keep your eye on the doorway," she said, looking up at me, her eyes half-closed with lust. I looked past her at the doorway and saw no one. I turned the phone to film it too for a few seconds before turning it back to us. I grabbed her butt and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. I thrust into her and when our bodies met I went into her as deep as I could. "Yes, baby," she panted. I started fucking her faster, looking at her propped up on the pool table, at my cock thrusting in and out of her, at the screen on the phone, and at the doorway. My arm got tired from holding the phone out and I brought it closer to my body and aimed it straight down at the penetration, just my cock and her pussy, one inside the other, one enveloping the other. "I'm gonna come, baby," she said. I looked at her face, flushed and beading with sweat. I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and pulled her up towards me, making her gasp. I pressed her lips to mine and kissed her deeply as I pushed up and into her, my pants rubbing against her clit. She came. Her pussy tightened and she stopped breathing for a moment and stopped kissing me back. Then, she let out a soft groan, holding it back. Her whole body tightened. I kept driving up and into her, again and again. I held the phone back to film us, mostly on her face. She wrapped her legs and arms around my body and held on as the orgasm tore through her. She started kissing me again, her mouth opening wide then closing to nip at my lips and tongue. I pounded into her and she rode it, her hips pumping back against me to drive me deeper until she stiffened once again and then with a gasp broke the kiss and pressed the side of her face to mine. I could hear her panting, her breath tickling my ear. I brushed her hair from my face and looked at the doorway. The bartender was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed at his chest. I looked at him and he looked directly at me. I didn't stop fucking Amelia. I just kept going, plunging into her again and again, as she held onto me. I turned the camera towards him, filming him standing there, watching us. I couldn't read any expression on his face. He didn't seem aroused, angry, or surprised. He just watched. "Oh god, baby," she said into my ear. "I know," I said back to her. I heard her lick her lips. "You need to finish quick before someone walks in," she said. It never occurred to me to tell her that someone had already walked in. I don't know why. "Lean back some," I told her. "I want to film it." Slowly she pulled her arms from around me and leaned back on the pool table, her arms behind her holding her up. She unwound her legs and let them fall loose to the side. "Spread your legs wider," I told her. She spread them wide as she could, hooked over the edge of the pool table. I aimed the camera so it filmed just her body and pussy as I started fucking her hard and fast. I didn't build up to it. I just started pounding into her. She threw her head back, her hair dangling back on the pool table, and her arms shook as she took it inside of her. "Yes, baby, fuck me and come inside me," she whispered. I looked up and the bartender was still standing there. He looked as if he hadn't moved an inch. I slowly turned the camera up from her to him standing there then back down to her. I wished I could get both in one shot, but I couldn't. My cock glided in and out of her easily and the sight of it was making me want to come. I put my hand on her bare thigh and held onto her as I thrust into her harder. I started jamming into her deep and hard, pulling out halfway and shoving back in deep, leaning forward a bit. I kept the camera focused on her body and the penetration. Her pussy and my cock were coated with the milky white foam of her orgasm. I looked up at the bartender again. He had a hand on his crotch. He was massaging himself through his jeans. I smiled to myself, content he wasn't going to stop us, and looked back down at her. She was looking back at me, her blonde hair hanging about her face and shoulders, her arms shaking behind her, her body being shoved back and forth with my thrusts. "I want your come inside me," she told me. I gave it to her. Her words brought me over the edge and the thrust right after she said that sent a stream of semen into her. I grunted and kept fucking her, pulling halfway out and shoving into her, my cocking pulsing inside of her. I grabbed her thigh tightly and grit my teeth as the orgasm erupted in my head. I became dizzy, but kept thrusting and plunging and fucking, feeling streams of come coursing down the length of my cock and ejaculating into her, each time making my body shudder. "Yes, yes, yes," she purred, and touched her hand to my cheek. I leaned closer, my hand going to the surface of the pool table beside her hips and ground into her, feeling like my cock was expanding and contracting with each surge of new semen that shot into her. She leaned forward and kissed me softly. I held still inside of her as the orgasm receded, but my cock kept jerking inside of her, drooling small puddles of come inside of her. "You filled me up, baby," she said against my lips. I laughed softly and took a deep breath. "I was really turned on," I said. "I could tell," she said. She pulled away and looked down between our bodies. I looked down and saw my cock still buried in her, just the base visible, it and her pussy coated in come. I tilted the phone down to film it. She reached her hand down and grabbed the base of my cock and ran her fingers along it, draining the last few remnants that remained from me and into her. Then, slowly I pulled out of her, filming it, as my cock head emerged and plopped out. Semen ran out of her open swollen pussy, down her butt, and down the side of the pool table. We both laughed. I filmed it all and turned the camera to her face. She gave it a smile and a kiss. "Good bye," she said. I turned the camera to the doorway. The bartender was gone. ******************************** I lied to Amelia about that experience. After we left the bar I uploaded the video to my cloud drive and deleted it from my phone. I told her I had messed up and hadn't recorded it for some reason. She was disappointed because she really wanted to see it. For some reason I wanted it to myself. It had to do with the bartender. I watched it many times and thought about it when I wasn't watching it. Being watched by someone else while fucking Amelia had been part of the excitement, but that wasn't entirely it. I also imagined that the bartender had done something. He'd barely nodded at us as we'd left, giving no hint, no smirk or smile, that he'd seen us. What if he had done something? What if he had blackmailed us and fucked her too? What if he'd joined in and Amelia had been so turned on that she'd let him fuck her right there on the pool table? What if we'd taken turns fucking her? Those imagined scenarios turned me on even more than the video itself. When we were fucking sometimes I'd imagine that it was after some other guy had been doing it. I didn't want to be humiliated. I didn't want to get revenge on her. I just wanted to watch. I wanted to watch her. So, I started to scheme. I thought about ways I could coerce her into fucking another guy. Maybe doing something like at the bar, and then getting some guy to walk in and see if she'd go with it. I knew that wouldn't work. I thought about getting her d***k and bringing a guy into our bedroom when she might be more receptive. If that worked she'd be remorseful later which might hurt our marriage. So I figured I had to get her to fuck some guy without her knowing she was fucking some other guy. The answer seemed pretty simple. Just blindfold her. Blindfold her, then bring in the other guy and let him fuck her. It seemed simple. It also seemed dangerous. If she found out and if I got caught, then that might be the end of our marriage. Would I risk it? I would. I needed to figure out who the other guy would be. I didn't want it to be anyone with whom we socialized. That would make it too easy for her to find out. Besides I knew who I wanted. I would get the bartender. I didn't know him. He didn't know me. He'd recognize me though. If I could get him to do it I'd need to figure out how to make it happen. That seemed easy. We often did bondage play. I could bind her in some way including the blindfold. Then, just bring him in. He'd have to be quiet. I could get her a bit d***k first as well. She wouldn't drink a lot. We never drank a lot when we were going to do any type of bondage for safety reasons, but she might drink enough to not notice differences and shrug them off later if she did notice. The plan seemed simple. The best plans are. But it could go horribly wrong. I didn't know the bartender. I had to tie her up correctly. I had to make sure the blindfold didn't come off. I had to make sure she didn't notice the difference between the bartender and me. For some reason, the planning and the risks just made it more exciting. I couldn't do any of it until I talked to him first. I chose another mid-afternoon like before and went to the bar. It was empty again, just him at the bar. I inferred he was probably the owner, which would turn out was correct. He looked even younger that day. He had his long hair down out of the ponytail. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed he was more muscular than I'd thought. I sat down at the bar and looked him over. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice deeper than I expected like he had been drinking only whiskey his whole life. I looked at him for any recognition. He'd gotten a good look at me so he should recognize me, but he didn't show it at all. I was just another patron to him. "A beer. Whatever you have on draft," I said. He got the beer, plopped it down in front of me, too much head on the beer, and turned away to watch the television over the bar showing some action movie from the 80s. "Whatcha watching?" I asked, trying to get his attention. "A movie," he said, the words short and chopped off like those two words were more than he'd wanted to say. I sighed deeply, wondering if I'd made a mistake. This wouldn't be the guy to do this. What was I thinking anyway? I didn't even know him? I sipped my beer and watched him. From time to time he moved away from the television to check the bar, check the ice, check liquor bottle levels. I figured the place probably got good business at night. Why the hell did he open so early anyway? "Movie any good?" I asked. "It works," he said. I didn't know what that meant. I decided this wasn't going to work. I wasn't sure how to even start to bring up the subject of fucking my wife. There was something inviting about him, physically, but his demeanor was completely cold. I finished the beer and set it down empty. I would pay and just leave. He poured another beer from a new frosted glass and set it down in front of me. "Oh, I wasn't going to drink another," I said. "Yeah, you are," he said. He looked me in the eyes, his hands on the bar, leaning towards me, not menacing or frightening, just assertive. His eyes were a steel blue, a lighter version of Amelia's. His face was actually more effeminate than I had previously noticed, soft cheeks and large eyes. "Okay," I said. He leaned back, his hands still on the bar and watched me. I took a sip of the beer, looking over the rim at him. His face really became more beautiful than handsome as I looked at it. "Next time you fuck your woman on my pool table at least wipe the fucking thing down," he said suddenly. I almost spit out my beer, but held onto it, swallowed, and set the glass down. "Um, sorry about that," I said, wiping a hand across my lips. "You think I want to be cleaning up everybody else's spunk?" he asked me. "Of course not," I said, shaking my head. Despite his bluntness he didn't sound angry. His voice was flat and logical, not accusing. I was having trouble getting a handle on him. "At least go in the bathroom," he said. "You think that shit's easy to get off a pool table without damaging it?" "I don't know," I said. "Sorry." He stood back, crossed his arms across his chest, and sighed. "I ain't a stupid redneck," he said. "I didn't think you were," I said. "Two people like you come in here when the place is empty. Your woman is dressed up sleazy. You practically creep into the pool room giggling to yourselves. Shit, you think I'm stupid?" he said. I took another drink from the glass, unsure how to respond. His words sounded like he was attacking me, but his voice wasn't. It's like I was having a philosophical discussion at some stuffy party except in a bar about fucking on a pool table. "No," I finally stuttered. "I never thought..." "Yeah, you never thought," he interrupted me. He uncrossed his arms and walked down to the end of the bar. He started checking glasses under the bar. "I understand that, I guess," he said. "You're not thinking. You're just wanting to do it." I heard him shuffle some glasses around, arranging them for some reason. "Shit, I've banged a few broads on the tables myself," he said, and then he looked up at me. "But then I have to clean it up afterwards." "Sorry about that," I said. "I can pay you if that'd help." He shook his head, looking at me like I didn't understand. "Don't want your money. Just want you to know. I want you to know that I know," he said. "Okay," I said. "I mean I know you know I saw you. You saw me. Didn't matter to you though did it?" he said, a smile actually tried to break across his lips. "No," I said. "I mean... yeah... I saw you." "Can't say as I blame you," he said. He turned away and looked back at the television, leaning his hip against the bar. I wondered if that was the end of the discussion. I was confused. I wasn't sure what had been the point. Just him making sure I didn't think I was getting one over on him I guess, but he hadn't sounded accusatory. He'd just sounded like he wanted to be understood. "Well, I am sorry," I said. "About leaving a mess." He waved his hand at me, his back still to me. "Not sorry about fucking in your bar though," I added. He turned around and looked at me, his eyes squinting slightly, and then laughed. His laugh came out as a low burst that I could almost feel. "Son of a bitch," he said. "I wouldn't be either if I was you." I finished my beer and set it down. He poured another. "If you put it on the internet make sure you blur my face," he said. "Don't want to have to sue you." He was making a joke, but I could just barely tell, a bit of the laughter still in his voice." "I deleted it," I lied. "We don't keep the videos. Just watch them once or twice for fun and delete them. Don't want them getting out." He put the beer in front of me and took the empty mug to the sink. "Seems like a shame," he said. "Post that shit and make some money." I decided maybe I could turn this into something and made my move. "You think people would pay money to see her fucking?" I asked. He rinsed the mug out and began washing it by hand. "Of course," he replied. "She's hot. People pay for a lot worse. You seen what's out there?" "Some," I said, then asked, "Would you pay for videos of her?" "No," he said, washing the glass with a rag, "I do fine by myself." "Would you want to be in a video with her?" I asked. He rinsed out the glass, running water over it, saying nothing. "I figured you were here to reminisce," he said. He sat the glass upside down to dry and turned towards me. "But you want me to fuck her, don't you?" he asked. I swallowed and took a big drink of my beer. My throat was dry and it felt good going down. "Would you want to?" I asked finally. "Would you clean up the pool table after?" he asked me, a true smile on his mouth actually showing a hint of teeth. "I mean at my house," I said. "Come to my house and have sex with her." He crossed his arms across his chest and stared at me. "She's not here with you asking me this," he said. It wasn't a question. "She wouldn't know," I said. He really smiled then, a big smile, transforming his face and breaking through that cold stare. He did look beautiful when he smiled. "I'm intrigued. Tell me more," he said. ********************************* When the night came to actually go through with it I had no doubt I'd be able to do it. I had no hesitation. I was worried about being caught. I was worried about it being successful. But there was no doubt I would try it. The bartender, I never got his name and never wanted to know, had picked a night when he could get employees to cover the bar for him. So, I had to plan it for that night. We'd talked for a while that afternoon. I'd become comfortable with him quickly and knew I'd made the right choice. He wasn't disgusted or over-excited by the idea. He had listened to what I proposed and asked me thoughtful questions about it. I had confidence he'd do what I wanted and not mess it up. Besides, we both understood that we'd both get in trouble if found out. We were in it together. We decided he'd come by my house at exactly 10:00 that night and wait at the back door. He'd park a block down the street and be careful that neighbors didn't see him walk behind the house. By then I'd have her bound and blindfolded in the bed and would let him in. If I didn't let him in within a half hour than he was to just leave and we'd try again some other time. I prepared Amelia by sending her texts throughout the day that I wanted her bound for me that night. She responded that she wanted that too. I wrote her that I would tie her hands to the bed and blindfold. She liked that. I told her I wanted her to wear a tight short dress, stockings, garters, and high heels. We'd go out for dinner that night and then come home to play. Amelia had beaten me home and was waiting in the living room when I walked in the door. She was wearing a tight dark blue dress with a low-cut neckline and short enough to see the top of her stockings as she sat cross-legged on the couch. One foot clad in black heels sway back and forth as she watched the television. She'd teased her hair out some and put on some dark eye liner and bright red lipstick. I wanted to fuck her on the couch right there. "Ready to go out?," I asked, eyeing her. "I am if you are," she said. She stood up and seemed so tall on her heels. She strutted towards me and brushed past me to the door. "Eat light," she said. "We have some exercising to do." We went to a restaurant close to the house. We ate and talked about our days. This was a normal occurrence for us. We'd text during the day and plan some sexual activity for the night. We'd go out and do some non-sexual stuff like have dinner and work up to the sex. The anticipation was a part of it. We did eat light. I was too anxious to eat much. She drank more than I thought she would knowing we'd be doing some bondage, but she said since it was only light bondage it would be fine. I was a bit surprised but went with it. I made sure we got home in time for the plan. Putting the leftovers away in the kitchen, I couldn't take anymore and pressed her up against the kitchen counter, my hands delving down to lift up her dress. "You going to fuck me here?" she asked. "I thought you wanted to tie me up in bed." "I do," I said, looking down at her cleavage, pushed up almost out of her dress. Her hand was on my crotch and getting me hard. My hand pulled at her dress to feel her garters and stockings. She massaged my penis through my pants. I had to stop it. I kissed her hard and pulled away from her. "Let's go to the bedroom," I said. "Are you sure you don't want to just do it here?" she asked. "I'm sure," I said. She started walking to the bedroom and wobbled on her heels for a second. She laughed and put her hand on my shoulder. "Maybe I've had one too many glasses of wine," she said. "I'll carry you if I have to," I said. I didn't have to. She was a bit shaky on the heels, but they were tall. We went to the bedroom and she fell on the bed. She stretched out her arms and legs, making the dress ride up her thighs and pull tight against her body. "Let's get that dress off first," I said.