An Impromptu Encounter in Sydney: My Husband and a Provocative Experience

My husband and I had decided to treat ourselves to a luxurious dinner and a night at the Hilton in Sydney, Australia, back in the early 1980s. It was my 23rd birthday, and I had let loose with a few too many drinks, feeling rather uninhibited and lustful. As we sat down to eat, my husband slid his hands up my skirt, teasing my clit until it was hard, throbbing, and aching. He then pushed his fingers into me, and I was desperate for him to push his whole hand inside me. I was so wound up that it didn’t take long for me to flood over his fingers.

I wanted to fuck him right then and there, but he didn’t take the hint. In my lustful state, I was frustrated, and I wanted to orgasm desperately. It was a warm, balmy night, and my husband suggested we take a walk. Reluctantly, I agreed, and we strolled down George Street, ending up in the seedier Haymarket area near Chinatown.

We noticed a few couples walking around, and my husband seemed to direct me towards a store. I saw two men going in, and one coming out as we approached. He was older, slightly disheveled, and he ogled at me. I noticed that there were no other women in the immediate vicinity, and the shop had a distinct stench of stale urine. The sign above the doorway read “The Pleasure Chest,” an adult bookstore with a doorway leading up to the first floor.

My husband suggested we take a look, and I normally wouldn’t have considered going into such a store, but that night, I was horny, frustrated, and curious. I followed him up the stairs, mindlessly, as if in a trance. Inside, the store was dimly lit, with a “Suckatorium” on one side, but it seemed to be for full gay/bi men only. The air was thick with the smell of old smoke, and I could hear indistinct music and moaning from porn videos playing in the background.

I noticed racks full of porn magazines and hardcore videos, and on the opposite side of the store, a dimly lit area with a row of video booths, each with a Glory Hole. There was an old man at the counter who looked up at us casually, and I felt a sense of unease as I realized I was the only woman there. My husband suggested we choose a booth to watch some porn, and we walked over to the video booths, asking for a booth. Every guy in the store stopped what they were doing and watched us, their eyes undressing me like a piece of meat.

I felt like a filthy slut, my heart racing with nervousness and anticipation. My husband took my hand and led me to the second door on the right, and as we entered, I took one last look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our door. The door was shut and locked by my husband, and we were alone in the booth. The floor was made of concrete, with a chair and a trash can in the center of the room.

My husband switched through the channels on the TV, finding many explicit porn films, and stopping at one that featured a girl in the middle of a gang bang. He knew it was one of my fantasies, and I was in a bit of a daze as I watched the screen. I noticed a hole in the wall to my right, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I saw dried-up cum covering the wall from the hole down. It was pretty gross, but I didn’t have time to think about it before my husband told me to stand up and face the wall opposite the hole.

He had me stand with my arms against the wall and told me to push my ass out. I did as I was told, getting turned on as I thought this was what he wanted me to do – show off my body to a bunch of strangers. The booth was small and cramped, and my husband cupped my breasts from behind, his hands rubbing hard, erect with desire. He moved his fingers on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly.

My husband’s hands headed south, pulling at my panties, revealing my swollen mound. He started to rub my ass, sucking my neck, and fondling my swollen breasts. He then began massaging my large, engorged clit and moist cunt. I looked at the hole to see a cock sticking through it, and I gasped as I saw it. I’d never seen anything like this before, and I wasn’t sure what to do. Looking at my husband, he pushed me to my knees, and I was in front of the hole.

The cock wasn’t very big, not very thick, and I could tell it belonged to an older man. It wasn’t very hard yet, but as I looked at it, I felt a surge of excitement. I started to fix the situation, licking across the tip and slowly jerking it off into my mouth as I sucked the tip. My lips locked around the head, and as I sucked, my husband’s hand was on the back of my head, pushing me onto it.

I could feel the stranger’s manhood grow in my mouth as I sucked it, my lips rubbing along his shaft, and my tongue flicking around and across his rock-hard cock. As the glans pushed into my throat, I was sucking him for a minute or two when all of a sudden, he shot into my mouth. I tried to pull away, but my husband stopped me, telling me to swallow it all.

As I did as I was told, the cock twitched with about four or five little spurts of semen. As soon as he left, another came through. I knelt down in front of this new circumcised penis, and as I laid my head down, I could feel this stranger’s cock hardening. He was bigger than the first cock, with thick, engorged veins. I rubbed my soft cheek up and down over it, getting so turned on. My cunt was wet and throbbing, and I could feel the stranger moving and heard him moaning.

His cock was so warm and smelt musky, and I swallowed it down in one long motion, his cock head pushing at the back of my throat. My tongue flicked across the sensitive ridge, and I probed at his tiny little pee hole before I closed my lips around him again. I could smell the sweat and the musky aroma of his arousal, and it only added to my excitement as my head bobbed up and down, the pace increasing.

He really started to pump and thrust through the hole, fucking my mouth with such force that I almost gagged. I could feel my lips bruising and burning, and my saliva running freely over his shaft, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding onto my tongue. I stroked the semi-erect penis a few times, and it quickly swelled to an enormous proud state of arousal.

I swallowed it down in one long motion, his cock head pushing at the back of my throat. My tongue flicked across the sensitive ridge, and I probed at his tiny little pee hole before I closed my lips around him again. I could smell the sweat and the musky aroma of his arousal, and it only added to my excitement as my head bobbed up and down, the pace increasing.

He really started to pump and thrust through the hole, fucking my mouth with such force that I almost gagged. I could feel my lips bruising and burning, and my saliva running freely over his shaft, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding onto my tongue.

The next cock poked itself through the hole, and it was beautiful, not as long as the last phallus, but really thick, circumcised with a huge purple head that was just begging to be licked. I stroked the semi-erect penis a few times, and it quickly swelled to an enormous proud state of arousal.

I slid my mouth down his length, the taste of him exploding on my tongue as I sucked with reckless abandon. Fast, sloppy, and deep, I pushed his cock in and out of my throat like I was starving for his manhood. He throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, his body tensing with pleasure.

“You’re a horny little slut,” my hubby teased behind me, his voice dripping with amusement. He pulled me off the cock, his hands tangled in my hair. “Stand up, baby.”

I stood, my back to him, and he positioned me against the stranger. His cock twitched, a swollen, over-sized presence, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pushed it against my plump, white ass. I sank onto it, the sensation of him sliding into my unprotected, hairy, wet pussy a jolt of pure pleasure.

“Wow, he’s big,” I breathed, my body stiffening briefly in pain mixed with sheer pleasure as my pussy accommodated him. My tender ass touched the wall of the booth, and I felt the guy on the other side starting to thrust more vigorously through the wall into my cunt.

“Ah,” I gasped, my body shuddering as he fucked my pussy hard and fast. The stranger throbbed and shot cum into my pussy, filling me with so much that it leaked out over his pulsating manhood and down my thighs.

I felt it sliding out into my high heels as I shivered from his exploding cock. My hubby stroked my clit harder and harder, and I could feel my knees weaken. I tried to focus on the stranger’s pulsating, still-hard cock in my pussy as I felt the familiar feeling of mounting arousal in my womb.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my love juices flowing freely as my hubby rubbed my swollen clit harder and faster. I came, my womb pulsating with an incredible orgasm. I grunted as the orgasmic waves of ecstatic pleasure swept over me.

When we left the booth, a herd of men waited, (and probably disappointed they didn’t get a chance). I felt like a filthy whore, but I was enjoying that feeling.

The next day, I woke up feeling like a slut. I wondered what my hubby was thinking. The whole night seemed like some kind of vivid, wet dream. My jaw still felt sore from all the cocks I had sucked.

“Good morning, baby,” my hubby said, his voice low and husky. “How’s your mouth feeling?”

“It’s a little sore,” I admitted, a blush rising to my cheeks. “But it was worth it.”