My First Glory Hole_(1)

My hubby and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a night at the Hilton in Sydney (Australia) back in the early 1980’s. It was my 23rd birthday and I had a little too much to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner, my hubby slipped his hands up my wet knickers, and teasingly caressed my clit until it was hard, throbbing and aching, and then pushed his warm fingers into me. I hungered for him to push his whole hand inside me, I was so wound up. It didn’t take me long to flood over his fingers. I wanted to fuck him then and there but he didn’t take my hint. In my lustful state, I was frustrated as I wanted so badly to orgasm.

It was a warm balmy night and my hubby suggested we go for a walk. A little reluctantly, I agreed. We sauntered down George St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket area of the city near Chinatown. There were a few couples walking around and my hubby seem 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. It was then that I noticed that there were no other women in the immediate vicinity. There was a slight stench of stale urine. The shop was an adult bookstore with a doorway with stairs leading up to the first floor. There were lurid, cheap flashing lights and I think it was called the Pleasure Chest. My hubby suggested we have a look. I normally would not have ever thought of going into such a store but that night, I was horny, frustrated and curious. I mindlessly followed him up the stairs.

There was a “Suckatorium” on one side of the shop, but that was for full gay/bi guys and I don’t know that couples were welcome in there. There was the smell of old smoke and I could hear in the background indistinct music and what sounded like moaning from porn videos being played. I noticed racks full of porn magazines and hardcore videos. On the opposite side of the store, through a door into a dimly lit area was a row of three or four video booths with what I was soon to learn were Glory Holes. There was an old guy at the counter who casually looked up at my hubby and me. There were about four or five other men in the store and they immediately looked and stared at me lecherously. I was the only woman there. As it was summer, I was dressed in a button down shirt tied at my midriff with a short skirt and 5-inch wedge heels. I was 5ft 6in tall, about 160 pounds, pale skin, thick long wavy dark brown hair with 36-inch breasts with large brown areolae and bulbous nipples, soft curvaceous hour glass figure, wide hips with prominent buttocks, large muscular thighs and thick, shapely calves. It was a creepy kind of experience but for some odd reason, I felt kind of slutty and aroused at the same time.

My hubby suggested we choose a booth to watch some porn. We walked over to the video booths and asked for a booth. Immediately every guy in the store stopped what he was doing and watched where we went. It was dark but the men all seemed to notice me as they glared at me like a little piece of meat. I could feel their eyes undressing me.