Recently I’ve been trying to get my wife to share some of her sexual fantasies with me, but I’ve found her reluctant to do so. My concern is that we’ve been married for 11 years now and our sex life has become a little routine. So one night one when I’d been able to get her to climax, I asked again.

“Oh, all right, I’ll tell you,” she said finally. “But you’ll have to tell me yours too.”

Believe it or not, I hadn’t even thought of telling her my fantasies! But I said sure. I was willing to say just about anything to get her to share with me.

“I’ve always heard that guys are obsessed with watching two girls together,” she began. “Well, I’ve always been captivated by the idea of watching two guys taking care of each other.”

As she said this, she kind of blushed, but she also had a devilish look, as if she was trying to read my reaction.

“I don’t know,” she went on, “but the thought of seeing one guy fucking another guy’s mouth — you know, doing to him what most guys always seem to dream of doing to nearly any girl — that really turns me on.”

My fantasy also involved oral sex, but with me on the receiving end, and from a woman. She found it boring and predictable. I’m always trying to convince her to suck me off more often.

Over the next few days I couldn’t get her fantasy out of my head. In fact, I was becoming a little obsessed thinking what it would be like to get face-fucked by a guy. I decided to explore my feelings and see where they took me. I drove a couple of towns away to an adult bookstore and just walked around, getting acclimated to the place — and also, more importantly, checking to make sure there was no one there who might know me.

After a while I went in one of the booths and chose a video involving guys with guys. I must have been in there about a half-hour, and I have to admit I was getting a little turned on by the on-screen action. One guy was on his knees while another held his head and fucked his face briskly.

I heard knocking and -assumed it was the booth door, as I had been in there awhile. I looked through the spyhole, but there was no one there. When another knock came, I realized it was coming from the booth next door! I looked that way and saw something I’d missed when I came in: a small door about crotch-high.

Knowing what was waiting for me, I decided, why not see what develops? In the back of my mind, I figured I might get a blowjob out of it. I bent over and opened the door, and was greeted by a hard cock. I backed away but couldn’t take my eyes off it. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed it. It started to move like it had a mind of its own. It was fucking my hand!

After a minute or so, feeling the friction build up on the stranger’s cock, I knew from experience that a little lubrication was needed to make the experience more pleasurable. I drooled onto my palm, then resumed helping this guy out. As I sat there, mesmerized by the fact that I had a guy’s cock in my hand sawing back and forth, I froze. I noticed a black tattoo on his groin, which I recognized. It belonged to a guy who went to the same gym I did, in my own town!

I was now in danger of being discovered! Before I could back away, the package in my hands began to tense and throb — and then spewed a load of come!

I sat back in the booth trying to figure out what to do. I heard movement next door and looked down to see another cock appear, this one bigger than the first! I got up to leave, then realized that the guy I’d just given a handjob was probably right outside the door! Meanwhile the big cock poking through the wall was waving at me in invitation. A thousand thoughts ran through my head. Thinking quickly, I decided that since I couldn’t leave, I might as well make the best of it!

Again I reached out and grabbed the cock being -offered. As I started to pull on it, the guy decided that he wanted more. Or at least that’s what I figured when he withdrew it and a couple of seconds later pushed it back at me. I grabbed it again, and a couple of seconds later he pulled it back again. I got the message, and was torn about what to do. Then I remembered that I couldn’t leave the booth, and convinced myself that I would do this just once and no one would ever know.

I got down on my knees and leaned over and got my face close to it. There was a slight muskiness that both turned me on and made me a little queasy. I gave it a few licks. It tasted better than I expected, but it wasn’t candy! After I slathered over it for a minute or so, my mouth opened of its own accord, and I put my lips around the head.

I moved forward to slowly take a little of it in my mouth. I was surprised at the texture, fleshy but extremely hard. The guy was trying to push more of it in my mouth, but I was able to control how much I took. It comforted me to realize that I did have control over this, and I began to take more and more of it in, until the head reached the back of my throat.

I had around three-quarters of the guy’s shaft stuck in my face now, and I was starting to get excited! I started to bob back and forth on it. I have no idea how long I did, but suddenly it pulsed strongly and it felt like my mouth was being filled with a garden hose. I backed off in surprise, but as the taste registered on my tongue, I realized that I wanted more. I quickly fit the cockhead back in my mouth and started to swallow as fast as I could.

After what felt like five minutes, it started to go soft. I fought to hold on to it longer, but the guy pulled back and the head escaped my grip with a slurpy pop. I sat back and reveled in this incredible feeling, and then I caught sight of more movement in the other booth.

I panicked when I saw a fleshy black rod coming -toward me. This thing must have been ten inches long, and immensely thick. I had no idea how or if I would be able to get any part of it in my mouth. I started to stroke it softly. Then the temptation got the better of me. I had to taste it! I leaned down and licked it, then after a while opened as wide as I could and tried to take it in.

The owner backed off a little, but I kept my lips fastened to it like glue. Then, without warning, he rammed it as far in my mouth as he could! I backed off a little but ended up with about six inches of this monster buried in my face. I grabbed it at the base and bobbed back and forth, taking as much as I could each time. When I felt it bump against the back of my mouth, I paused, took a breath and pushed down as far as I could, forcing the thing into my throat.

I repeated this a number of times, and before long I took my hand away and found my forehead bouncing against the wall. I had done it! I had taken this entire monster down my throat! I was so thrilled that I didn’t realize at first when the giant cock began to pump a load of come straight down my gullet. I did not hesitated this time. I simply swallowed as fast as I could. I had become a come-loving cocksucker, and suddenly I couldn’t get enough!

This monster was soon replaced with another, and then another, until I lost track of how many cocks I had sucked or how many loads I had swallowed. My neck was getting sore from bobbing back and forth, so finally I just put my mouth up against the hole and let the guys fuck my face at will. To catch my breath I jerked a couple off, but I made sure my mouth was there to swallow every load that was pumped my way.

Throughout this scene I kept thinking I had to get out of there. But the image of that first guy, and knowing he would recognize me, kept me rooted in place. It seemed like the entire store was parading into the next booth, and I was pretty sure some of the guys were coming back for seconds!

Over and over, the image of me on my knees getting face-fucked, and what my wife would think, flashed through my mind. My feelings were spinning around and around — between asking myself if I might be gay and wishing I wasn’t there to being incredibly turned on by the pleasure I was able to give these horny guys. The anonymity of having a wall between me and the men I sucked also gave me a false sense of security.

Eventually, after a big cock finished erupting in my mouth, there was none to take its place. It seemed I had sucked off all comers. I closed the glory-hole door, wiped off my face, looked out the spyhole and, seeing no one there, decided it was safe to exit.

The only person still in the store was the guy behind the counter. “Hey, that was pretty special,” he said to me when I emerged. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a line of satisfied guys like that one. Just about everyone got right back in line when you finished them off. A couple of guys even called their buddies. We haven’t been this busy since that married lady with the spider tattoo pulled a train through the same hole. Up till now she held the record for taking on the most guys, but you put her to shame.

“There’s only one problem, though. I couldn’t leave the counter, so I missed out on all the fun. Any chance of me getting a turn?”

I just looked at the guy and turned toward the door. I said, “Maybe next time,” as I walked out of the store. It wasn’t till I got to my car that it hit me. My wife has a spider tattoo.