[This is a work of fiction. A product of an active imagination in a world where STD's aren't a worry. If you want this to be hyper realistic, edit your own version and put in all the preventive measures you need in order to feel satisfied. It will continue until the main character, Maria Salvez, is done letting you know about her story. In the meantime, enjoy!]
Let's see what there is to talk about, shall we? I'm not about to rehash all my hard work in the previous three chapters, so for more background, go read them and enjoy. My name is Maria Salvez. I'm approaching 40 along with my three BFF's from high school days. I was a slut in college - a bona fide, every hole available cum dump for the fratboys and their alumni. That is, until I met Johnny Athers. We met in the middle of what became my last gang bang due to the connection we discovered. Over the course of the next few months, I discovered that I was willing to do absolutely anything he wanted me to do, simply because he wanted it. What's more, with very few exceptions I liked everything he suggested for me. I found my bisexual side and exulted in it. I took on a submissive posture - obeying my master without question and enjoying it because it made him happy. We were sexually active for the entire ten years of our marriage - a marriage that ended suddenly when he had a heart attack on the operating table while a mitral valve prolapse was being repaired. That was five years ago. Writing down everything about our love and life was my therapist's idea as a means of releasing my grief and returning to the world. I was reluctant at first, but after three chapters I'm beginning to feel like I might be coming out of hibernation. I guess it's working.
One of the things that made him so special was his cock - I can't lie about that. It was a thick nine inches, a thing of beauty. God, it brought me so much pleasure! Whether I was sucking him, fucking him or having his cock combine with others - I loved that hot monster of his! I know it seems silly, but I guess it was as much because he always looked to have it bring me pleasure. I mean, I almost had to force him to let loose and just powerfuck me! There's something about a big cock relentlessly pounding away that can generate new worlds of sensation - and it took a while to have him understand that and just fuck the shit out of me from time to time. Mostly, his cock was a weapon of love and magic, no matter which of my holes he was in. We were both very experienced when we met - I once tried counting the number of cocks that had fucked me and simply lost count. He was no shy, retiring virgin either - that would have been impossible. Between his looks, his personality, his athletic body and his amazing cock, I know he also lost count of things. With some exceptions.
We both had high libidos, and were both verbal and imaginative. We would, from time to time, get on Literotica and use the search function to discover work we hadn't read. Then we would take turns reading stories out loud to one another. That was so much fun we set aside our Sunday mornings to stay in bed late and read. There was one Sunday when I saw a search term I wanted to read. Glory holes. At first, Johnny was good with it. The first few stories were about women who discovered that indulging in anonymous cock sucking was a real turn on. The quality varied - some authors had clearly written autobiographically. And graphically as well. I was certainly intrigued by it all, especially as I observed the effect on my husband - he was as hard as I've ever seen him.
"Would you want me to do try that?" I asked.
"Would you be interested?" he asked me back, avoiding a direct answer.
"Nice non-answer, there, magic dick! I notice that you're certainly aroused here. I'm assuming one of those stories resounded with some dirty inner desire you have. Oh, and for the record - and to avoid evading - the answer is yes. Remember, I used to take on cock after cock before we met. Part of that was a self-image issue, but part of it was also the sense of power it gave me. Your turn - what triggered this most delightful, throbbing response? Answer the question and I'll give you a treat."
"Well, part of it was imagining you, naked, on your knees in a dark booth sucking off all the cocks that came by. Part of it was a memory of the times I was getting sucked off. And finally, part of it was remembering the few times I was doing the sucking." He said it with a straight face, but he turned red at the same time.
"Oh wow! Isn't it amazing when they come in your mouth? Do you remember how it felt? Wait - are you ashamed of it? Come on! Look at your wife - me - a reformed gang bang slut who is also now - thanks to you, I might add - an active bisexual submissive and, if I read my porn right, a hotwife in training. Don't be ashamed, baby. I think it's hot and that you have guts for trying it! What more can you tell me? This inquiring dirty mind wants to know!"
"Well, somehow I got it into my head that if I wanted someone to suck my cock, it was only fair if I knew what I was asking of them. If I wanted my come swallowed, and say my partner was reluctant, I needed to be able to let them know it was a good thing because I had done it - not merely because I wanted it done to me. I watched a lot of porn. As you know. That whole "glazed faces" thing leaves me cold, frankly. My all-time favorite video is a relatively short clip from a glory hole, as a matter of fact. Shot from below, a woman has a black cock deep in her throat. He unloads and she stays attached and you see her swallowing. Have you seen that? Have I showed it to you?"
"Oh, I know the one you mean. She's one of my role models, actually! And I get it. Given a choice, every guy I've ever been with wants to come all the way up inside me, or deep down my throat. You certainly prefer it, right?"
"Absolutely. Jerking off onto your face or your belly or your ass is porn bullshit. Showing the money shot, as it were. Visually it lets you know it happened, but experientially it's nowhere near as good. Have you got a favorite hole for me to come in?"
"Whichever one you want, frankly. If I had to choose - you know, one of those "he can only come in one of your holes before you die" kind of kinky questions, I think I'd prefer it to be my ass. Down my throat is good but sometimes it's hard to breath. In my cunt is great, but up my ass I feel the temperature of that fluid painting my guts and it almost always makes me come as well. Have you noticed?"
"Maybe we should set aside other people's writing and create our own story? What do you think?" he asked.
"I'll be right back," I said. "Close your eyes and lay there until I get back. No peeking, okay?" He agreed and I got up and out of bed. I ran to the bathroom and peed, then reached into the bathroom closet and grabbed one of my favorite toys - a very lifelike silicone cock. I'd been waiting for the opportunity to try this one, since it was kind of unique. On the opposite end of the cockhead was an L-shaped tube about 5 inches long. My friend (and former roommate) Karen had used it on me and then given it to me as a moving out present. That five inch tube fit snugly up inside my pussy, leaving me with what appeared to be a cock - about as thick as Johnny's but shorter by a few inched A strapless strapon, as it were.
It felt odd walking with it; the cock itself swayed and bobbed as I walked, and that set up sensations at the end inside of me. I tried to imagine myself as a big cocked, arrogant guy. Not sure I really succeeded, but it was fun to try. Johnny was still on is back, his eyes closed and his hard cock jutting into the air. Dripping a little bit of precum. I was tempted to just open my mouth and deep throat him as a surprise, but held off on that. When I got to the side of the bed I got one knee on the bed and brought the cock up to his face. I used my hand to guide it over his lips, and his eyes sprang open.
