Over the years, June and I have become friends with benefits. We have had some fantastic sexual adventures. June started as a naive widow and had a metamorphosis into a wanton woman craving to experience everything a sexual life had to offer a person. Her marriage had been dull, and she was making up for lost time.
Whenever I heard her car pull into my driveway, there was always something afoot. The doorbell rang; I answered and let June into the house.
"Hi, how have you been? Working a lot of hours?" I inquired.
June said nothing, dropped to her knees, pulled down my jogging pants and briefs, and grabbed my flaccid penis. Immediately, she licked her lips and engulfed my limp dick in her warm, wet mouth. June used her tongue and cocksucking skills on my manhood to bring me to a rock-hard state. She was a gifted artist who enjoyed her sexual pursuits.
As June sucked my manhood and scrotum, I could feel her tongue sliding all over the shaft. It was an oral massage given by an experienced masseuse. The softness and gentleness of her tongue were counterbalanced by her nibbling, biting, and raking her teeth over my cock and balls. She was driving me crazy.
Since I had not been with June for a long time, her oral talents were bringing me to a quick climax. I could feel my balls start to tighten and have that unmistakable feeling going through my body.
"June, I'm going to cum!"
As soon as those words exited my mouth, I let loose with a gigantic load of semen. I hadn't blown my nuts for a long time, and June was up to the task.
June, on the other hand, just kept on sucking and didn't miss a drop. She swallowed every ounce and even smacked her lips.
"Matthew, I was sex-starved and needed that blow job. It has been a long time since we have been together. As my sexual reference guide, I have a question. What is a 'glory hole'?" June inquired.
"Well, you are in a cubicle, and no one can see you. The cubicle has holes in the wall, and men offer their cocks to you. In turn, you orally pleasure them while getting yourself off. You can bring a friend with you to give pleasure as the oral sex is happening. It usually happens in some sleazy adult bookstore, truck stop, or bar. Why?" I asked.
June replied, "I am just curious and trying to broaden my sexual horizons."
I had asked the magical question because we had been down this road before. "Do you want to experience a glory hole? If so, check out the internet first," I replied.
"I was thinking about it. If you help me, we'll do it together, and I'll feel protected. Do you realize how much this excites me?" June exclaimed.
"Well, let me scout for the least sleazy establishment I can find."
I hit the trail to find a suitable location. My contacts informed me about a place far west of the city. It was a new adult bookstore that catered to couples and was extremely clean. I went and checked it out before committing to June's desires.
Upon entering the bookstore, I found the owner and told him of my predicament. He stated that the same scenario occurs at least ten times a week. So, it was no surprise that everything was so neat and clean.
On my return, I contacted June and gave her a full report on what I had uncovered. She was excited and could tell by the tone in her voice it was going to be one of her sexual escapades.
"I want to try it, and you will come along as my partner in the booth," exclaimed June.
I just shook my head. It was a fantastic transformation from a naive lady to a sexual superwoman. June would try anything once.
"Look, we need a few rules, like safety words, outcomes, and an exit strategy. I'll let you call most of the shots. When do you want to go?"
June said, "I don't know."
"How about Thursday? It is the pre-weekend, and some people work four days a week. It should be busy, but not a psychiatric hospital."
"Great!"
"I'll call the place and reserve you a booth."
Thursday rolled around, and I picked up June for the ride to the Glory Hole. She wore a white tank top, black "Daisy Duke" shorts with black high heels, and, of course, was commando. She looked hot and just slutty enough for an adult bookstore. We arrived at about seven, and about twenty people were browsing the store. Amazingly, there were at least three couples in the place. This adult bookstore was less gross and more couple-oriented. I went and got the owner. He took one look at June and almost blew his wad.