Cecelia Explores The Gloryhole

Cecelia, a 50 year old wife and mother hadn't given this situation much thought before a few months ago. She knew that her husband had a kink for these dirty adult shops, but she had always found them a bit gross. Sure, she was progressive enough to be fine with the higher end, women focused sex positive shops that could be found in the hipper neighborhoods of her city. This place though, way out in the suburbs, on the edge of everything. Past the car dealerships, and questionable fringe businesses, this Adult store promised something else. Something dirty. Something that always disgusted her. Sure, in moments of bedroom playtime, she and her husband had played with the idea of Adult clubs and theaters, always secure in the knowledge that it would never happen. Yet, since finding her husband's porn collection those months back, dirty became something intriguing.

At first it was just fun to illicitly masturbate to the same pornography he was. Early on, Cecelia avoided the large folder of Gloryhole videos. Women degrading themselves in dark and filthy booths. Swallowing cum. Playing with cum. Why would anyone find that a turn on. It was just gross and off putting. But after feverishly working her way through the lesbian porn, then the MILFs, gangbangs, even a few questionable "Step Mom" videos, while in a masturbation frenzy one afternoon Cecelia put on a glory hole video. Not even realizing that's what it was at first. The video started halfway through, a close up on the face of a woman, middle aged, pure excited ecstasy. The rather amateurish camera work pulled back, revealing she was naked, ass pressed against a wall. The room, not bigger than a small closet. "Oh god, fuck that pussy baby, fuck my married pussy", the woman in the video looked right at the camera when she said that. It was right then that Cecelia came, hard. Just thought of this married, middle aged, woman fucking an anonymous stranger pushed her over that edge. Her whole body clenching up, the orgasmic spasm rolling up out from her well worked clit.

That's how she found herself, shyly sitting in the car, gathering up the nerve to go in. For the past six weeks, it had been all gloryhole and adult theater porn, everyday. On the weekends, the busty, long haired housewife would hide in the bathroom, phone in hand, watching woman of all ages, amateur, pro, young and old, sucking cocks, fucking cocks, taking cum into their bodies, coving their chests in the fluid of strange men. Standing 5'8", 190lbs. Her mature body, a pleasantly large ass and round breasts. A slight belly that no longer bothered her.  The favorites were the married women, sometimes doing it for their husbands, sometimes for themselves. It was this overload of porn and masturbation  that led her to research this place. Almost an hours drive from home. Reviews promised a standard adult shop, maybe trying to be a little upscale, but the real attraction of this place was the promised maze of video booths in the back. Some purportedly with gloryholes in the walls between booths.

Sitting in the car, trying to psych herself up to go in. Think about the women in those videos, suddenly the realization how incredibly wet she's become. "Glad I'm not wearing a skirt" she thought to herself, lest the seat be slick with her juices. "Fuck it!" Proclaiming to herself. "I've come all this way, I just want to see if they're real" thinking out loud. The plan was to just go in, see what's there. Maybe watch a porno. It was fairly early in the day, 11am. Middle of the week. Best time to ensure that there would be few other people there. No one to see her. The parking bore that out. There were only two other cars parked in the medium sized lot. Just go in, see what the deal is. Simple, in and out. "God I'm so wet" she thought. Reaching down to touch herself, she jumped a little. Way more sensitive than she had anticipated. "It's now or never."

Getting out of the car and quickly crossing the parking lot, not daring to look if anyone might be watching as her hand reached out to open the door. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and went in. The first thing she noticed was the smell. It was thick and smelling of strong cleaners, bleach, almost overpowering. There was a moment of panic as she thought about turning around. But she held it together, walking into the store. A man leaning behind the counter. As she walked in, he was busy opening newly delivered boxes of merchandise to be sold, not even bothering to look up. There was a sign on the counter. "Employees only beyond this point" it read. Just past the counter, a small passageway leading to what she assumed was the video booth area. Unsure of what to do next, she approached.

"Um, hi. I'm looking for the video booths. Is there a cover charge to enter?" She asked, trying to sound casual and not at all like the horny mess she felt like inside.

The man raised his head, finally meeting her eyes. He was younger, maybe in his late 20's, Not unattractive, but not overly good looking either. He met her eyes with a friendly smile on his face. Looking at this attractive older woman, dressed like a mom who's going to do the grocery shopping. Black leggings, a white and blue striped shirt with a light blue hoodie over it. The hoodie doing nothing to hide her full breasts.

"Uh, yeah, sure. There's no cover charge, but are you sure you want to go back there? Nothing goes on in there that shouldn't, if you know what I mean. But uh... it's mostly men that go back there. Couples in the evening sometimes, but single women... Are you sure you want to go back there?"

The man's words did nothing to deter her. She nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. "Yeah, I'm sure. I just... I want to see if it's real. You know, what they say. I've seen the videos." She paused, realizing how lame that must sound. "I mean, I'm just curious. It's not like I'm... you know, into that kind of thing."

He smiled reassuringly, leaning on the counter. "Okay, well, I can't stop you. But like I said, it's mostly men back there. And... well, you know. Just so you know, they cost money to use." "The machines take dollars, fives and twenties."

Digging into her hoodie pocket, Cecelia pulls out a neatly folded $20 bill. "Can you break this for me please?"

The clerk takes her bill "Mix of 1's and 5's good for you?"

"Yes please" nervously smiling at him. The clerk counted out the cash handing it to the slightly reddening woman. "Thank you" quietly said as she gripped the small stack of cash.

"It's quiet this morning, probably a good time to check it out without being interrupted" he commented to her as she turned to walk away. The clerk couldn't help but check out her plump ass, nicely lifted by the leggings she was wearing.

The passageway was dimly lit, at the entrance a giant wall showing covers of pornos, numbers beneath each one. Stepping past that, a small maze of corridors with booths lining the sides. Most were quiet, dimly lit from within, their doors slightly open. One had a soft, flickering light filtering through the cracks, a red light glowing above the closed door. Moaning sounds echoing from the video being played. Cecelia hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She took a deep breath and wandered toward the back of the booths. Entering one on the very end, the door swung open silently, revealing a small room with a bench on one the wall opposite the door. A video screen playing a silent ad, built into a cabinet just left of the entrance.

The room was surprisingly clean though dimly-lit. Glancing around, noticing a series of buttons and switches on the wall next to the monitor. A slot to feed dollar bills. The thought of masturbating in this space sent a shiver down her spine. There was a paper towel dispenser on the wall, along with a small empty trash can in the corner. Closing the door behind her with a click, she stepped fully into the booth. On the wall adjacent to the neighboring booth, there it was, the mythical gloryhole. A tall oval cut into the wall. About 6" high, 4" wide. Her heart pounding in her chest. Her whole body was tight with nervous energy. Slightly bending over to peer through it, the booth next to hers was empty. "That's a relief" she thought. The excitement of the possibility colliding with the reality. Sure it's exciting to think about a strange cock coming out of a wall, to touch it, suck it, maybe even fuck it. But what if? What if she gets caught? What if her husband finds out? What if she loses control of the situation?

Still, here in this room, early in the day. The store was empty enough, the chances of an encounter seemed unlikely. Reaching into her hoodie for her wad of cash, "Just a dollar. I'm here, might as well take advantage of the moment". Inserting the bill into the slot, the monitor suddenly came alive. Louder that she wants, it was blaring. The video was a gay one. A muscled man roughly fucking a small younger looking man. "Well that's not what I want at all." Quickly turning the volume down, fearing it would attract attention. Next was to find some other video. Any other video. The controls were simple enough. Four buttons, two for volume, two to cycle the channels. Up or down? Going up, more gay porn. Up again, gay gangbang. "What's going on here, is it all gay?" She thought. Finally after what felt like two dozen channels, the number going up 100, then 1. Channel 1 was a bog standard busty woman big dick video. Pressing up in the channels, the video got harder. Threesomes, bondage, gangbangs, huge cocks. The porn overload was getting to Cecelia. Squirming, she finally stopped on a video of an older MILF, big ass, big tits, furiously sucking on a large black cock while a white cock filled her from behind. "Finally, this is hot..."

Click! The screen suddenly went back to the ad. All is quiet. The dim light above her head turned on.

"Well fuck" she whispered to herself. The time had run out, just as it was getting good. Maybe a minute had passed. The image on the screen, a scantily clad starlet dancing. The text letting customers know that a $1 gets you 1 minute of viewing time. $5 gets you 7 minutes. $10 for 20 minutes. $20 a whole hour. The more money, the more time. Fumbling in the hoodie, pulling out two fives, feeding them into the machine. "God I hope I don't have to find that again." Luckily the screen came back to life with the same trio still furiously fucking.

Cecelia glanced nervously over at the neighboring booth, still empty. She had a few more minutes. Standing up, a little unsure of the cleanliness of the bench not wanting to sit down, she began to pleasure herself. Slowly, over her tights. Pressing her fingers into her clit. The layers of cloth muting the intensity of the touch. The sounds of the video, her growing arousal filling the tiny booth. Her hands exploring her body, the sounds of the porn filling her ears. It felt so good, so naughty. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this exposed and dirty. Unzipping her hoodie, cursing to herself that her bra was limiting access to her nipples. It felt extra naughty to reach back, unclasping it. Shimming out while not taking off her shirt, she now had access to her stiffening and sensitive nipples. Carefully putting her bra down on the part of the bench furthest from the video screen, that seemed the cleanest option. Cecelia now turned her full attention to the threesome on the wall.

The white man was fucking the woman doggy style, his impossibly thick cock disappearing in and out of her as she moaned. The muscled BBC filled her face. It was more than Cecelia could have imagined it would be. The first man's cock, the woman's body, pushing her onto the second cock. It was all so hot. She could smell her own arousal, the wetness between her legs, the tension building inside her. The porn only heightened it all. She bit her bottom lip, harder as the pleasure built up. Her hips began to move in time with the video, her fingers finding their rhythm. One hand on her crotch, the other under her shirt pulling one nipple, then the other. The man on the screen slammed into the woman, his grunts filling the room. Cecelia arched her back, gripping her breast tightly, her own orgasm about to crash over her in a wave of pleasure.

And then, she heard a noise. A soft click from the next booth. A shuffling, the sound of cloth. She froze, her body tense, her breath caught in her throat. Her orgasm was forgotten, the pleasure ebbing away as fear and panic filled her. She glanced nervously over at the door, making sure she has pushed the lock closed. Expecting a cock to come blaring through, nothing happened. Nothing happened? "Safe for now" she thought to herself. From the booth next door the faint glow of the video starting, wet recorded sounds spilling into her booth. Cautiously, standing back slightly, She peeks through the hole. Eyes popped wide. Ass, not dick was what she was seeing. Her new neighbor was facing away from her booth and was pressed against the far wall. That's when Cecelia realized that her end booth only had the one hole, but the middle booths have them on both sides. "He must be getting his dick sucked" she thought.

Spying excited her again. Reaching down, under her leggings, her fingers finding her wet slickness. The man started to moan, his hips thrusting against the wall. Cecelia held her bottom lip, the urge to cum building again. "No! Not yet. I need to see him finish first". The man started to groan and suddenly stopped moving. Hold himself to the wall. Letting out a loud moaning sigh he pulled away. In his post nut clarity he pulled up his pants incredibly fast and exited the booth, porn still blaring away, Cecelia didn't even have time to react. Just like that he was gone.

"Fuck that was hot though". Leaning back from the hole, finally sitting on the bench. She pulls up her shirt, airing out her heavy mature breasts.The leggings now impeding the furious fucking she was wanting her fingers to perform. Pulling them down only half way wasn't enough, that only bound her legs together. Clumsily working them off without taking off her shoes was a trick, but in the end she was sitting on them, providing some amount of protection from the painted wooden bench top. Legs spread, shirt pulled up, hoodie still on. The smell of her dripping pussy filled the small space. I reeked of sex. The trio on her screen was now in DP, the woman sandwiched between the two studs. Three fingers deeply massaging Cecelia's inner self.

Cecelia moaned, rocking her hips, imagining it was the big cocks she was feeling. She could feel herself getting close again, the tension building back. The pleasure she had felt from pussy and nipples was intense, like nothing she had ever experienced. She sucked on her lip, imagining it was one of their cocks between her teeth. Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The pleasure was almost unbearable. It felt so good to be so lascivious.

She glanced over at the next booth. Certain it was occupied once again. Peering into it, this new person was once again on the other side of the booth, but not facing away this time. She could only see from mid torso to just above the knee. His cock proudly sticking out. It wasn't one of the porn monsters on her screen, it was very very nice though. Hard. Erect. Proud. A hand was coming though the opposing hole, jerking off this proud cock while its owner watched porn.

The time had gone by quickly. Cecelia's video shut off again. The overhead lights dimly turning on. "Fuck!" She muttered to herself. Here she was dressed like Winnie the Poo, ass out. Quickly fumbling to put whatever money she had into the machine, to return to where she was. Looking back through the hole, the scene had changed. Mr Proud Cock had come closer. To the hole at her booth.

Cecelia felt herself blushing, a shiver running down her spine. She had seen cock before, but this one was different. Weighty. New. Not her husbands. And it was right there, in front of her. She could touch it. She could touch it! Realizing from what she had just witnessed, she could be safe. She didn't have suck or fuck this cock. This hole. It gave her control. It was facing her now.This thick strange cock. This cock that did not belong to her husband. She didn't know it, it didn't know her. Reaching through the hole, heart racing, beating so hard it was all she could hear. She took a hold of it.

The feeling of his smooth skin in her hand was foreign, erotic. She squeezed him, felt him grow harder in her grip. Mr. Proud Cock was moaning, her hand moving faster, his hips lightly thrusting. She could feel the heat coming off his cock, the weight in her hand. It felt so much larger than her husband's. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside her. Her free hand went to her own breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple, adding to her pleasure.

The moans and groans from the videos of other booths filled the halls, but they were background noise now. It was just her and Mr. Proud Cock. Her hoodie slipped down her shoulder, she withdrew her hand. It was so hot in her small room. Sliding hoodie off onto the floor. Wearing just her shirt and sneakers now. Bringing the hoodie to the hole, cushions for her knees. Making a snap decision, she pulled her shirt over her head. Now nude in her own world. Kneeling, her large mature ass not quite touching the floor, her heaving breasts perilously close to touching the wall. Mr. Proud Cock had come closer. Leaking pre-cum onto her fingers, she pulled him into her booth. Or the only part of him she cared about anyway. Reaching down between her legs, she scooped, yes scooped there was so much, of the slick mucousy lubrication. Bringing it to this cock.

Her hand moved so freely now. Quickly. Spitting on it, making wetter. Cecelia lifted her breasts, the cock lubed more than enough to allow for a friction free working with her tits. The man on the other side moaned. Did he realize yet that it was a woman? Grunted, and knocked on the wall. "Knocking? Does he want to come in?" Then it happened. He shot his cum. So much cum. All over her breasts and neck. Thickly running down.

She couldn't help but moan. It was so hot. So thick. Her nipples were so hard. It felt so good. She could feel it dripping down between her breasts. Her pussy, drenched from her own juices, throbbed. Her husband was so far away. And she could feel his wetness on her fingers. More cum. Her pussy twitched, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so close. She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting the man. Tasting him. She licked his cum off her fingers, relishing the taste.

Mr. Proud Cock left. Still kneeling at the hole, Cecelia slid her knees apart and began to masturbate with her cum free hand hard, fast wet. The orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, her whole body shuddering as she came, spilling her juices all over her thighs and onto her hoodie. She collapsed forward catching herself on the hole, gasping for breath and trying to slow her racing heart. The wetness of her own cum and the residue of the stranger's were a reminder of what she had just done, and she felt both ashamed and incredibly aroused.

As she lay there, spent and panting, she tried to convince herself that it was just a moment of weakness, a lapse in judgment. She would tell her husband about it later, and he would understand. He would forgive her. He always did. But deep down, she knew that this was more than just a mistake. It was a desire that she had kept hidden for far too long, and now it was out, burning bright.

Getting dressed as best she could. Using the paper towels what clean parts of the hoodie she could identify in the dark to wipe herself off with. "Well that's ruined" she thought to herself. Wading up her bra and panties in the hoodie, the video turning off just as she reached for the door. Quickly making her way out into the bright lights of the store. Thankful that she hadn't passed another soul on the way out to her car. Tossing the wad of soiled clothing into the trunk, it was barely 1pm. Plenty of time to get home.