Family Conspiracy- Chapter 1: Glory-Hole Adventure

Family Conspiracy- Chapter 1: Glory-Hole Adventure


I sat in my truck, in a nearly deserted parking lot that sat across the street from local adult bookstore. Though it was never advertises here, for obvious reasons, one could pay money for a private booth with a glory hole. At least, those were the rumors Mike, a friend and coworker was telling me. He had told me about his experiences, having some girl sucking him off through a wall, totally anonymous. Occasionally, the girl on the other side would be adventurous enough to slide his cock right into her wet pussy, fucking through the wall, especially this new girl they hired. It added to the excitement. “Just go in and ask for a private booth”, he had told me.

So why was I out in my truck instead of inside getting my cock sucked by an anonymous whore? I was fighting a moral dilemma. You see, I am married, happily married in fact, with two kids, a teenage son and daughter. But with Brittany’s new promotion causing her to work late most days, and both the kids at various sport practices after school, I found the weekday afternoons home alone to be empty. Add the fact that my wife and I haven’t touched each other sexually in months. This left me frustrated, and is why I even entertained the idea of coming to a place like this.

After a few more moments of debate, I made my decision. I considered the act no worse than masturbating, or visiting a chat room. My heart would not be involved, only a release of pent-up frustrations. With that logic racing through my head, I left my truck. I easily made my way across the street to the vacant parking lot of the adult store, and rushed inside. The door opened with a familiar ping, letting the cashier know that someone had come in. The walls were plaster in posters of adult videos, some signed by the actresses. The aisle were lined with DVD’s, of nearly every category imaginable.

“Hi there. Can I help you find something”, a young woman asked in a distinct Texan drawl. She came from the rear of the store, holding a few DVD’s in her hands. When she came better into view, I saw that she was wearing skin-tight jeans, and a plain white t-shirt that was too small for her large chest. Her bra beneath was a vibrant purple color, and easily noticeable. She must have noticed my staring, “I’m up here”, she said playfully. I guess she was used to the weirdo, freaks, and perverts that came into a store like this.

“I’m sorry”, I stammered.

“It’s alright, hon. But now that I got your attention, what are you looking for?”, she asked, getting behind the counter. “All of our videos are buy five, get one free, or any along the discount wall are ten for a $100”.

My heart was pounding in my chest, “Actually, I was looking into getting a booth. A private booth”.

She smile, and her conversation took a more conspiratorial tone, “Okay sweetie. That’ll be $50 for the first fifteen minutes, and $25 for every fifteen minutes after that. You pay $100 up front, and we refund whatever time you don’t use”, she explained the situation with practiced ease.