I went driving by a adult bookstore this morning and a man and good looking woman was going inside. I want to know and everyone be honest have you ever fucked a lady in a bookstore? Or got a blowjob by one there? Or have any of you taken your woman in there to have sex with strangers? Just wondering. I never had as when I went in one I think the only people there was males looking to suck dick. Muleman
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I am a MWF, and have been to abs's dozens of times. I have gotten laid, given bj's, been fingered and felt up and picked up guys to go back to our hotel in an ABS. A lot depends on the ABS and the city codes. Some bookstores go OUT OF THEIR WAY to make sure nothing sexual goes on inside, while other ABS tend to encourage sexual activities. From city to city, it varies, depending on local law enforcement...
I am a MWF, and have been to abs's dozens of times. I have gotten laid, given bj's, been fingered and felt up and picked up guys to go back to our hotel in an ABS. A lot depends on the ABS and the city codes. Some bookstores go OUT OF THEIR WAY to make sure nothing sexual goes on inside, while other ABS tend to encourage sexual activities. From city to city, it varies, depending on local law enforcement...
Muleman, I have seen women with husbands or boyfriends in the ABS here many times. I have only been picked up by one couple and we went out to their car where she and I did it while he kept a watch for others. I think TXVlueEyes is right about city ordinances, and maybe a lot has to do with the cleanliness and safety around the ABS. If these places were nicer and cleaner I think more couples/women would frequent.
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I took my pretty wife to one in Los Angeles and watched as strange men felt her up, fingered her and stripped her naked and made her kneel to give them blow jobs. Even the manager closed the store and came back to have his dick sucked by her. She left with a huge black man at the end of the night to go to his hotel room and said to me "baby I'll be home in the morning." She returned about noon looking the worse for wear and told me the black man became very dominant once back at his hotel room and fucked her everywhere cumming in all her holes. It was the first time she'd ever been ass fucked. Since then we have returned many times. She always flirts with the big black men now. She very happy at the moment becuse her new boss at work is a black man and she tells me she's flirting with him all the time and letting him know by her manner and dress that she's available even though she's married.
I took my pretty wife to one in Los Angeles and watched as strange men felt her up, fingered her and stripped her naked and made her kneel to give them blow jobs. Even the manager closed the store and came back to have his dick sucked by her. She left with a huge black man at the end of the night to go to his hotel room and said to me "baby I'll be home in the morning." She returned about noon looking the worse for wear and told me the black man became very dominant once back at his hotel room and fucked her everywhere cumming in all her holes. It was the first time she'd ever been ass fucked. Since then we have returned many times. She always flirts with the big black men now. She very happy at the moment becuse her new boss at work is a black man and she tells me she's flirting with him all the time and letting him know by her manner and dress that she's available even though she's married.
I have frequented bookstores with women before but nothing ever happened. And I have been approached twice while solo. Once by a gay black male who followed me to THREE different bookstores before I ditched him and once, when I was 18, by a guy who asked me to fuck his old lady. Remember, I was only 18 and a little naive, so I freaked out and left.
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Me and my wife frequent these places from time to time and really enjoy ourselves. Seen her fucked by numerous strangers and we both are sometimes compelled by these men to give them a blow job together. Some of these places have couples theaters that on certain nites will allow single men to come in which is good for us since we are not into the couple swinger/swap scene.
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Me and my wife frequent these places from time to time and really enjoy ourselves. Seen her fucked by numerous strangers and we both are sometimes compelled by these men to give them a blow job together. Some of these places have couples theaters that on certain nites will allow single men to come in which is good for us since we are not into the couple swinger/swap scene.
Reply Pt. 1
Back in the "Good Old Days" before Times Square was "Disney-ized" and midtown Manhattan was turned into nothing more than a huge, outdoor mall just like any suburban mall; back when my wife and I were still young and healthy (I am now disabled); I spent a fair amount of time trolling the many adult bookstores there for the kind of 8mm movies and videotapes that addressed my wife's particular sexual fantasies of the moment and my own. I spent a lot of time (and money) in the peep show booths previewing the movies/videos that I thought might have just that one scene that fit our mutual fantasies (you have NO IDEA how hard it was and how long it took for me to find an 8mm movie showing a white woman being gangbanged by 3 or more black men!!!). And, in the process, I got to know or at least be familiar with quite a few of the guys who worked in these shops (many were Pakistanis and Tamils).
In those days, Times Square was a pretty rough area and, even though the guys who worked in the stores tried to keep the most dangerous characters out of their stores, there were a lot of junkies, dealers, homeless guys, and generally nefarious people mixed in with the businessmen, tourists, and the rest of the "raincoat crowd" that populated the peep show areas. While the occasional female ****** would wander into the booth area in some of the places to ply her trade, gay sex predominated. When a woman came into one of the stores--almost always accompanied by a man (I can only recall a couple of times when I saw a woman come in to one of these stores without a man: once with a couple of other women in a group; the other time, she went directly to the counter, conversed with the employee there, and, then, quickly left after purchasing an item that she selected from a rack near the front of the store that the store employee had led her to; in both cases, the women never ventured near the peep show booths)--the men in the store would serreptitiously look at her, but ALWAYS gave her and her ****** more space than they would ever give to the male patrons of the store [I actually wrote a paper about this for a sociology class in college in which this observation was supported with data and interviews with several ABS employees!].
When a couple did come into a store that I was in and ventured into the peep show area, they were generally given a wide berth. Some of the sleezier guys would wander by and look or mutter suggestive comments, but, for the most part, regardless of how the woman was dressed, the "raincoat crowd", businessmen and tourists, etc. would leave them alone [when I refer to some of the guys as being sleezy, believe me when I say that these were not your "average" type guys who just happened to be there--I'm talking about guys with obvious track-marks on their arms, some with open sores, and, later, skinny guys with hollowed out eyes who were smoking their "free-base" in the booths in the back of the peep show area, etc.].
If a couple did go into a booth, the booths on either side were almost immediately occupied, whether they had gloryholes or not, and, invariably, a couple of guys would casually gather around the booth, acting like they were interested in the movie/video showing in that booth or one of the adjacent ones, as they strained their ears to listen to whether the couple in the booth were having sex. I can say that, from 1975 to 1996, I, personally, never saw a couple approached in a sexual/suggestive manner after they went into a booth, nor did I ever see a couple ever open the door to a booth to invite one of the men standing around to join them. On one occasion I did see a white woman go into a booth with a white man and a black man--both of whom had accompanied her into the the ABS (and left with her afterwards)--and it was obvious from the look of her when she exited and from the sound that had emanated from the booth while they were in there that she had had sex with at least one of them. On another occasion I saw a white couple go into a booth that had a gloryhole in both side walls and, about ten minutes later and two minutes before they exited, a very fit, black man in a business suit left one of the booths next to them with a big smile on his face [interestingly, the white and, then, latino men who went into the booth on the other side both left that booth with somewhat disappointed looks on their face].
In all those years, these were the only times that I, personally, saw any evidence of one of these couples possibly having sex with a third party in one of the peep show booths. Although, at one point, I was told by an employee of one ABS that a couple had gone into the peep show area of another ABS the previous night and had anyone in the peep show area to have sex with her in and around the booth that they had selected at the back of the peep show area. He told me that one of the employees of the ABS had heard some strange noises and, when he went to investigate, had found the woman, partially-clad and on her knees outside of a booth, sucking and jerking off the cocks of the group of men that surrounded her, while a larger group of men surrounded her. He told me that, because of the number of men, the police were called while the employees of the ABS rushed to the area to break things up. he said that the police got there pretty quickly and dispersed the crowd as the employees escorted the couple from the store. As far as he knew, no charges were pressed against the couple although the police did hold them in their station car for a fair amount of time before releasing them.
That was the environment that I experienced in the adult bookstores in Times Square during those years: while there were hookers (who were known by the employees of these stores) of all genders (including trans-), in some of the stores, who would go into a booth, leave it partially open, and ask passersby if they wanted "a date", the couples that ventured into the peep show areas were generally left alone.
And, that was the environment that my wife and I ventured into on more than a half dozen occasions. (See Part 2)
Back in the "Good Old Days" before Times Square was "Disney-ized" and midtown Manhattan was turned into nothing more than a huge, outdoor mall just like any suburban mall; back when my wife and I were still young and healthy (I am now disabled); I spent a fair amount of time trolling the many adult bookstores there for the kind of 8mm movies and videotapes that addressed my wife's particular sexual fantasies of the moment and my own. I spent a lot of time (and money) in the peep show booths previewing the movies/videos that I thought might have just that one scene that fit our mutual fantasies (you have NO IDEA how hard it was and how long it took for me to find an 8mm movie showing a white woman being gangbanged by 3 or more black men!!!). And, in the process, I got to know or at least be familiar with quite a few of the guys who worked in these shops (many were Pakistanis and Tamils).
In those days, Times Square was a pretty rough area and, even though the guys who worked in the stores tried to keep the most dangerous characters out of their stores, there were a lot of junkies, dealers, homeless guys, and generally nefarious people mixed in with the businessmen, tourists, and the rest of the "raincoat crowd" that populated the peep show areas. While the occasional female ****** would wander into the booth area in some of the places to ply her trade, gay sex predominated. When a woman came into one of the stores--almost always accompanied by a man (I can only recall a couple of times when I saw a woman come in to one of these stores without a man: once with a couple of other women in a group; the other time, she went directly to the counter, conversed with the employee there, and, then, quickly left after purchasing an item that she selected from a rack near the front of the store that the store employee had led her to; in both cases, the women never ventured near the peep show booths)--the men in the store would serreptitiously look at her, but ALWAYS gave her and her ****** more space than they would ever give to the male patrons of the store [I actually wrote a paper about this for a sociology class in college in which this observation was supported with data and interviews with several ABS employees!].
When a couple did come into a store that I was in and ventured into the peep show area, they were generally given a wide berth. Some of the sleezier guys would wander by and look or mutter suggestive comments, but, for the most part, regardless of how the woman was dressed, the "raincoat crowd", businessmen and tourists, etc. would leave them alone [when I refer to some of the guys as being sleezy, believe me when I say that these were not your "average" type guys who just happened to be there--I'm talking about guys with obvious track-marks on their arms, some with open sores, and, later, skinny guys with hollowed out eyes who were smoking their "free-base" in the booths in the back of the peep show area, etc.].
If a couple did go into a booth, the booths on either side were almost immediately occupied, whether they had gloryholes or not, and, invariably, a couple of guys would casually gather around the booth, acting like they were interested in the movie/video showing in that booth or one of the adjacent ones, as they strained their ears to listen to whether the couple in the booth were having sex. I can say that, from 1975 to 1996, I, personally, never saw a couple approached in a sexual/suggestive manner after they went into a booth, nor did I ever see a couple ever open the door to a booth to invite one of the men standing around to join them. On one occasion I did see a white woman go into a booth with a white man and a black man--both of whom had accompanied her into the the ABS (and left with her afterwards)--and it was obvious from the look of her when she exited and from the sound that had emanated from the booth while they were in there that she had had sex with at least one of them. On another occasion I saw a white couple go into a booth that had a gloryhole in both side walls and, about ten minutes later and two minutes before they exited, a very fit, black man in a business suit left one of the booths next to them with a big smile on his face [interestingly, the white and, then, latino men who went into the booth on the other side both left that booth with somewhat disappointed looks on their face].
In all those years, these were the only times that I, personally, saw any evidence of one of these couples possibly having sex with a third party in one of the peep show booths. Although, at one point, I was told by an employee of one ABS that a couple had gone into the peep show area of another ABS the previous night and had anyone in the peep show area to have sex with her in and around the booth that they had selected at the back of the peep show area. He told me that one of the employees of the ABS had heard some strange noises and, when he went to investigate, had found the woman, partially-clad and on her knees outside of a booth, sucking and jerking off the cocks of the group of men that surrounded her, while a larger group of men surrounded her. He told me that, because of the number of men, the police were called while the employees of the ABS rushed to the area to break things up. he said that the police got there pretty quickly and dispersed the crowd as the employees escorted the couple from the store. As far as he knew, no charges were pressed against the couple although the police did hold them in their station car for a fair amount of time before releasing them.
That was the environment that I experienced in the adult bookstores in Times Square during those years: while there were hookers (who were known by the employees of these stores) of all genders (including trans-), in some of the stores, who would go into a booth, leave it partially open, and ask passersby if they wanted "a date", the couples that ventured into the peep show areas were generally left alone.
And, that was the environment that my wife and I ventured into on more than a half dozen occasions. (See Part 2)
Reply Pt 2
While I can't remember all of the details of each time that I escorted my wife into the peep show area of one of the ABSs in Times Square in those days, I will never forget two of those occasions:
1.) The first was the very first time I took her to a peep show in Times Square. My wife had gone with me to see XXX-rated movies in an adult movie theatre several times previously, but had never ventured into the depths of a Times Square ABS. She was just really starting to get into black men (Thank You, Johnny Keyes!!!) and had begun to really fantasize about being gangbanged by 3 or more black men. She had asked me if I could find a movie that showed a white woman being gangbanged and, since I shared her fantasy and was hoping to see her fulfill it in real life, I readily agreed.
It took me over a year of searching in the peep shows and movie bins of Times Square to finally find a washed out, grainy movie showing a pretty white girl having sex with 3 black men. I wanted to buy it, but the copy that was showing in the booth of a particular ABS on 42nd Street was the only one that the store had (and no other ABS in the area had one) and it was making so much money for the store that they were reluctant to sell it to me. After much pleading with the store manager, I finally got to talk with the owner of the ABS, who finally agreed to sell it to me under certain provisions, one of which was a quite stiff price.
While I could live with his conditions, the price he demanded was such that I had to know that my wife would like it enough to make the purchase worthwhile. And, the only way to do that, was to bring her to the ABS to see it while it was playing in one of their peep show booths. So, I arranged to meet my wife, who was working in "The City", and take her to see it one evening after she got off from work.
Coming straight from work to meet me, my wife was still in her work clothes--a conservative suit, blouse, pantyhose and heels--and carrying a briefcase in addition to her purse. She looked like a lawyer or your typical mid-level female executive. When the two of us walked into the ABS, half of the men in the place left within two minutes (I swear to God! It was one of the funniest things to watch.)
This was one of the smallest and sleaziest stores either side of the block, but they always had good movies running in their peep shows, so it was always crowded. And, sure enough, there was someone in the booth where the movie that I wanted to show my wife was running. So, we had to wait for him to leave.
The eyes of everyone who was still in the store--especially the men who were in the peep show area--were on my wife as we perused the pictures of the movies that were playing in the booths next to the one we were waiting to go into. The men all stayed at a respectful distance, although I noticed that more than the usual number slowly went back and forth past as they were checking my wife out. And, the look on the face of the well-dressed black man, who was in the booth, when he opened the door and saw me and my wife standing there in front of him, was priceless.
While my wife was excited and eager to see the movie, on the otherhand, she was concerned about how much it would cost to buy it and, as we entered the booth, her excitement was greatly tempered by her concern. Her mood was certainly not enhanced when she saw the large puddle of cum in the middle of the floor of the booth. When I heard her exclaim and saw it myself, I half expected her to turn around and walk out of the store. But, she didn't.
We squeezed into the booth, straddling the puddle of spent sperm, and I fed several quarters into the box to get the movie started. Amazingly, the loop started at the beginning. And, as she watched the images of the girl in the movie inviting the 3 black men into her boudoir, my wife made a couple of rather analytical comments about the quality of the movie, the attractiveness of the woman in the film, etc.
As the movie progressed, however, my wife began to get really turned on by the action. It was the first time that she had ever seen three black men having sex with a white woman at the same time and she was thoroughly enthralled by what she was seeing. Consciously or unconsciously, she began rubbing her ass against my cock, which was already stiffening as we watched the loop. It was obvious that she was turned on by what she was seeing, so I began talking to her about it--asking her if she liked what she saw and would like to be fucked by 3 black men like the woman in the movie. The turned my wife on even more and before long we were groping each other, standing in the darkness of the peep show booth.
With more than a little difficulty, I managed to lift my wife's rather tight and confining skirt up around her waist. With the two of us still straddling the puddle of slimy cum on the floor and our briefcases on the lone chair behind us, we fed more quarters into the box to keep the movie running while struggling, in the very tight quarters of the booth, to pull my wife's panyhose and panties and my pants and underwear down far enough to permit us to fuck without letting any of our clothes fall into the puddle on the floor.
By the time we managed to do that, both of us were so consumed with lust that, when I entered my wife's soaking wet pussy, we began to fuck like crazy. It was wonderful, but we were so turned on that both of us came really fast. My wife bit into my arm so hard as she tried to stiffle her moans of pleasure as we were cumming that she nearly broke the skin, even though I was wearing a sweatshirt.
My wife, who had grown up with a rather conservative attitude about having sex (despite having a very liberal attitude about nudity, etc.) was a little embarrassed by what we had done and how the movie had effected her. As soon as she caught her breath after having her orgasm, she quickly began to straighten herself up, using a Kleenex from her purse to staunch the flow of cum that was leaking from her cunt. In a matter of minutes, while the movie was still playing, she was back to looking like the typical NYC businesswoman that had walked into the store--although she was still al little flushed and ehr hair and make-up were a little mussed up.
Before we left the booth, my wife told me that she thought that the movie was well worth the price and conditions that the store owner was demanding. So, on our way out of the ABS, we stopped at the counter near the front door to the store, where I introduced her to the manager and informed him that we wanted to purchase that particular movie and would accept the deal that the owner of the store was offering.
With that, we left the store and went home as if nothing had happened.
It took awhile before we got that movie, but it played an instrumental role in my wife's journey from being a shetered, sexually niave young married woman to being a shamelessly slutty, white ***** for black cock.
2.) The second instance that I recall took place about 10 years later.
By then, my wife had lived out her fantasy of being gangbanged by a group of well-hung, black men many times. Over the course of the last two of those years, my wife and I had been engaged in correspondence with a black man who had offered to turn her out as a ********** and was willing to come to NYC and arrange for her to spend a night working the "show 'ho' strip" (aka "The Track") as a street-***** so that she could experience what it was like to not only be a "black man's married white 'ho", but a real, paid-for ***** for black cock.
Even though, like many women, she had long fantasized about being a ********** [a high-priced call-girl, really, in the mode of "Belle de Jour"] and she had thoroughly enjoyed entertaining groups of black men at gangbang parties, etc. on numerous occasions, my wife was utterly outraged when this black man first contacted us with his offer to turn her out as a real ***** for a night. However, the more we both thought about it, the more intrigued by the idea we both became: she because of her long-held fantasy and me because of where I grew up and what I had witnessed and experienced growing up there.
We decided to get back in touch with this particular gentleman, who was from another city, quite far away and we proceeded to have a very interesting and detailed correspondence with him about various aspects of what he would like to do and what it's psychological and sexual impact might be on my wife and I. As we discussed various possibilities and scenarios with him in our correspondence, my wife's interest--and mine--in her possibly doing this really began to take off and both of us began to develop very strong fantasies about her doing this with him.
Then, about two months before the incident I am about to describe, my wife and I found out that one of her most trusted black lovers had charged several of his friends a considerable sum, each, to come to a gangbang that the three of us had arranged for a special occasion. My wife was crushed and, at first, she was furious with her black lover at this discovery, but, much to my surprise, NOT because he had whored her out to his friends--but because he had not told her that he wanted to do so!
Had he told her what he wanted to do, my wife said, she would have gladly agreed. And, she would have thoroughly enjoyed the experience because her fantasies of being a black man's married, white *****, having been fed by our correspondence with this other black man, had evolved to the point where she was now willing to have a black man turn her out in order to experience what it would be like.
(Continued in Pt 3)
While I can't remember all of the details of each time that I escorted my wife into the peep show area of one of the ABSs in Times Square in those days, I will never forget two of those occasions:
1.) The first was the very first time I took her to a peep show in Times Square. My wife had gone with me to see XXX-rated movies in an adult movie theatre several times previously, but had never ventured into the depths of a Times Square ABS. She was just really starting to get into black men (Thank You, Johnny Keyes!!!) and had begun to really fantasize about being gangbanged by 3 or more black men. She had asked me if I could find a movie that showed a white woman being gangbanged and, since I shared her fantasy and was hoping to see her fulfill it in real life, I readily agreed.
It took me over a year of searching in the peep shows and movie bins of Times Square to finally find a washed out, grainy movie showing a pretty white girl having sex with 3 black men. I wanted to buy it, but the copy that was showing in the booth of a particular ABS on 42nd Street was the only one that the store had (and no other ABS in the area had one) and it was making so much money for the store that they were reluctant to sell it to me. After much pleading with the store manager, I finally got to talk with the owner of the ABS, who finally agreed to sell it to me under certain provisions, one of which was a quite stiff price.
While I could live with his conditions, the price he demanded was such that I had to know that my wife would like it enough to make the purchase worthwhile. And, the only way to do that, was to bring her to the ABS to see it while it was playing in one of their peep show booths. So, I arranged to meet my wife, who was working in "The City", and take her to see it one evening after she got off from work.
Coming straight from work to meet me, my wife was still in her work clothes--a conservative suit, blouse, pantyhose and heels--and carrying a briefcase in addition to her purse. She looked like a lawyer or your typical mid-level female executive. When the two of us walked into the ABS, half of the men in the place left within two minutes (I swear to God! It was one of the funniest things to watch.)
This was one of the smallest and sleaziest stores either side of the block, but they always had good movies running in their peep shows, so it was always crowded. And, sure enough, there was someone in the booth where the movie that I wanted to show my wife was running. So, we had to wait for him to leave.
The eyes of everyone who was still in the store--especially the men who were in the peep show area--were on my wife as we perused the pictures of the movies that were playing in the booths next to the one we were waiting to go into. The men all stayed at a respectful distance, although I noticed that more than the usual number slowly went back and forth past as they were checking my wife out. And, the look on the face of the well-dressed black man, who was in the booth, when he opened the door and saw me and my wife standing there in front of him, was priceless.
While my wife was excited and eager to see the movie, on the otherhand, she was concerned about how much it would cost to buy it and, as we entered the booth, her excitement was greatly tempered by her concern. Her mood was certainly not enhanced when she saw the large puddle of cum in the middle of the floor of the booth. When I heard her exclaim and saw it myself, I half expected her to turn around and walk out of the store. But, she didn't.
We squeezed into the booth, straddling the puddle of spent sperm, and I fed several quarters into the box to get the movie started. Amazingly, the loop started at the beginning. And, as she watched the images of the girl in the movie inviting the 3 black men into her boudoir, my wife made a couple of rather analytical comments about the quality of the movie, the attractiveness of the woman in the film, etc.
As the movie progressed, however, my wife began to get really turned on by the action. It was the first time that she had ever seen three black men having sex with a white woman at the same time and she was thoroughly enthralled by what she was seeing. Consciously or unconsciously, she began rubbing her ass against my cock, which was already stiffening as we watched the loop. It was obvious that she was turned on by what she was seeing, so I began talking to her about it--asking her if she liked what she saw and would like to be fucked by 3 black men like the woman in the movie. The turned my wife on even more and before long we were groping each other, standing in the darkness of the peep show booth.
With more than a little difficulty, I managed to lift my wife's rather tight and confining skirt up around her waist. With the two of us still straddling the puddle of slimy cum on the floor and our briefcases on the lone chair behind us, we fed more quarters into the box to keep the movie running while struggling, in the very tight quarters of the booth, to pull my wife's panyhose and panties and my pants and underwear down far enough to permit us to fuck without letting any of our clothes fall into the puddle on the floor.
By the time we managed to do that, both of us were so consumed with lust that, when I entered my wife's soaking wet pussy, we began to fuck like crazy. It was wonderful, but we were so turned on that both of us came really fast. My wife bit into my arm so hard as she tried to stiffle her moans of pleasure as we were cumming that she nearly broke the skin, even though I was wearing a sweatshirt.
My wife, who had grown up with a rather conservative attitude about having sex (despite having a very liberal attitude about nudity, etc.) was a little embarrassed by what we had done and how the movie had effected her. As soon as she caught her breath after having her orgasm, she quickly began to straighten herself up, using a Kleenex from her purse to staunch the flow of cum that was leaking from her cunt. In a matter of minutes, while the movie was still playing, she was back to looking like the typical NYC businesswoman that had walked into the store--although she was still al little flushed and ehr hair and make-up were a little mussed up.
Before we left the booth, my wife told me that she thought that the movie was well worth the price and conditions that the store owner was demanding. So, on our way out of the ABS, we stopped at the counter near the front door to the store, where I introduced her to the manager and informed him that we wanted to purchase that particular movie and would accept the deal that the owner of the store was offering.
With that, we left the store and went home as if nothing had happened.
It took awhile before we got that movie, but it played an instrumental role in my wife's journey from being a shetered, sexually niave young married woman to being a shamelessly slutty, white ***** for black cock.
2.) The second instance that I recall took place about 10 years later.
By then, my wife had lived out her fantasy of being gangbanged by a group of well-hung, black men many times. Over the course of the last two of those years, my wife and I had been engaged in correspondence with a black man who had offered to turn her out as a ********** and was willing to come to NYC and arrange for her to spend a night working the "show 'ho' strip" (aka "The Track") as a street-***** so that she could experience what it was like to not only be a "black man's married white 'ho", but a real, paid-for ***** for black cock.
Even though, like many women, she had long fantasized about being a ********** [a high-priced call-girl, really, in the mode of "Belle de Jour"] and she had thoroughly enjoyed entertaining groups of black men at gangbang parties, etc. on numerous occasions, my wife was utterly outraged when this black man first contacted us with his offer to turn her out as a real ***** for a night. However, the more we both thought about it, the more intrigued by the idea we both became: she because of her long-held fantasy and me because of where I grew up and what I had witnessed and experienced growing up there.
We decided to get back in touch with this particular gentleman, who was from another city, quite far away and we proceeded to have a very interesting and detailed correspondence with him about various aspects of what he would like to do and what it's psychological and sexual impact might be on my wife and I. As we discussed various possibilities and scenarios with him in our correspondence, my wife's interest--and mine--in her possibly doing this really began to take off and both of us began to develop very strong fantasies about her doing this with him.
Then, about two months before the incident I am about to describe, my wife and I found out that one of her most trusted black lovers had charged several of his friends a considerable sum, each, to come to a gangbang that the three of us had arranged for a special occasion. My wife was crushed and, at first, she was furious with her black lover at this discovery, but, much to my surprise, NOT because he had whored her out to his friends--but because he had not told her that he wanted to do so!
Had he told her what he wanted to do, my wife said, she would have gladly agreed. And, she would have thoroughly enjoyed the experience because her fantasies of being a black man's married, white *****, having been fed by our correspondence with this other black man, had evolved to the point where she was now willing to have a black man turn her out in order to experience what it would be like.
(Continued in Pt 3)
Reply Pt. 3
In the weeks after this discovery, my wife's fantasies of being a ********** really blossomed. We wrote to--and then spoke on the phone with--the man that we had been corresponding with and told him what had happened and that my wife was now ready to do the things that he had described in his letters. Unfortunately, his circumstances had recently taken a drastically negative turn (something that he had previously mentioned might happen) and he was no longer in a position to make the trip to NYC (and we were not in a position to travel to where he was, either).
Nevertheless, he suggested several things that we might do if we were interested in fulfilling our growing fantasies of having my wife *****, for money, with and for black men (by this point, my fantasies about her doing this were just as strong as hers were, if not stronger). Since, in his estimation and ours, it was likely to be rather difficult and would take some time for us to find a black man that we could trust to safely turn my wife out in such a way that she would experience what she now wanted to experience without being harmed, he suggested some things that we could try to do in the interim, while we were attempting to find the kind of black man that we would need to fulfill my wife's fantasies--things that would help prepare her, mentally and psychologically for those experiences.
One of the things that he suggested was for the two of us to drive down to an area in Manhattan where there was an active "sho 'ho strip" and observe how the girls there dressed and acted. He told us to pay particular attention to certain things, etc. as we were driving around and that we should go down to this particular area that he was familiar with a couple of times, at least once on the weekend, to make sure that we had a good feel for the layout of the area and how things worked there.
We eagerly did as he told us. Just a couple of days later we made our first trip to the area, paying specific attention to the things that he had told us to look out for. It was an eye opening experience that only served to whet my wife's whoring fantasies and mine. They were becoming such a turn-on for the two of us that the next two weekends we went down there and drove around for a couple of hours again.
He, then, suggested that, once we had done that, on a weekend night, my wife should dress herself in the kind of clothes and put on the kind of make-up that she saw the girls on the street wearing. He told us that, once she was ready, we should drive over to that area and, after circling around to make sure that there were no cops in the area, my wife should get out of the car on the corner of a certain rather deserted street just off "The Track".
While I circled around the block, my wife should start walking, slowly and as sexily as she could, in the direction of the "show 'ho strip" once she got out of the car. He instructed her not to look at anyone or to talk with anyone as she was walking, but to keep her eye out for me coming around the block. Because the block that I would be driving around was mostly a vacant lot (no longer, but it was then!), I would be able to see my wife and she would be able to see me nearly the entire time that she was walking and I was driving around the block. When I turned back onto the street that she was on, the told her that she should then--and only then--step out onto the street and begin acting like the hookers that we had observed flagging down johns on "The Track".
At that point, I was to pull over next to my wife and she was to proposition me as if she was one of the hookers on "The Track" and I was a "john". Once my wife had propositioned me in this manner and gotten into our car, he suggested a couple of locations nearby where we could safely go and have sex.
It sounded like a GREAT idea!
On the night in question, my wife did exactly as he suggested. She put on a black garterbelt, sheer black panties, and seamed black stockings; a see-through, black lace blouse that showed off her tits without actually leaving her nipples totally *******; a black lycra skirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass-cheeks and left the straps of the garterbelt and tops of her stockings *******; an electric pink belt, matching 3 inch high heels, with a similarly colored electric pink beret in her hair and a small, matching purse containing a small bottle of lubricant, condoms, baby-wipes and just the few other items that he told her to take with her. Instead of her usual very minimal and subdued make-up, my wife was wearing a much heavier than usual layer of make-up and rouge on her face; she had plucked and painted in high, arching eyebrows, with her eyes outlined with dark eyeliner and her eyelashes curled and heavily coated with mascara; topped off with garish, sparkly turquoise eye-shadow and bright red lipstick. She looked just like one of the many whores that we had seen doing their business down on "The Track". I was so turned on by the sight of her!
We were both nervous as hell as we drove over to the "show 'ho strip". Still, when I asked my wife if she was ready to do this and really wanted to do it, she answered emphatically that she did.
So, when we got to the street near "The Track" where I was supposed to let her out of the car, I pulled over to the curb and my wife immediately opened the car door. As she was getting out of the car, my wife turned to me and said to me in her sexiest voice, "The next time you see me, if you want to have sex with me, you're going to have to pay for it, just like any of these other johns!" Then, she closed the car door and slowly began sashaying her way down the dark, deserted street. My cock was so hard, bulging in my pants, that it was hurting as I drove past her on my way around the block. If I didn't know the the woman walking down the street was my wife, I would have thought that she was one of the hookers from the nearby "show 'ho strip" on her way back to "The Track" after turning a trick.
Just my luck, I had to stop for the light at all four intersections as I made my way around the block. As I got to the middle of the street opposite the one my wife was walking down, I was looking across the empty city block that separated us and saw a dark colored car pull over to the curb next to her. My heart, which was already pounding with excitement, went into fear-driven over-drive. I was pounding on the steering wheel and cursing like a trooper as I was ****** to stop and wait at the next two lights. I was too far away to see my wife and the few buildings on the end of the block that my wife was walking away from obsured my line of sight.
Finally I was able to turn down the street that she had gotten out of the car on. I tried to maintain my composure and drive slowly down the street according to plan, but, at first, I couldn't see my wife. Then, in the darkness, I saw her down almost to the intersection that separated this deserted stretch of street from the begining of "The Track". As I approached, I could see her talking with two women, obviously hookers, who were dressed very much like she was, as they were walking away from her towards "The Track". I could see one of them wave to my wife as she turned away from them and began looking in my direction.
As soon as she turned, my wife spotted me driving towards her and, as planned, stepped out into the street. As I slowed down, she began sashaying sexily towards me, calling out, "Hey, Baby. Do you want a date?"
I pulled up next to her and rolled down the car window and my wife came over to the car. Her black see-through lace blouse was open down to her navel and I could see her naked breasts clearly as she leaned into the car and asked me if I wanted "a date". When she noticed that I was staring at her tits as I answered affirmatively, she jiggled her tits seductively and asked me if I liked what I saw. I was stunned at how magnificently slutty and convincing my wife was as we got around to talking money and she walked around to get into the passenger's side of the car.
As instructed, I offered her $ 30 for a blowjob and she accepted. We drove over to another dark, deserted area a couple of blocks away where we had seen some of the hookers take their johns on our "scouting missions" and I parked the car. Staying totally "in character", after I gave her the money we had agreed on--which she neatly slipped into the top of one of her stockings, my wife had me push back the car seat, open my pants and pull out my already hard cock while she tore open a condom. Then, she dipped her head down below the steering wheel and began sucking my cock, rolling the condom down the shaft with her lips as she did so.
I was an easy trick. I was so excited and turned on that it didn't take very long for me to shoot my load into the condom. I had hardly stopped cumming when my wife expertly slipped the condom off of my now shrinking cock and, tying a knot in the end, slipped it into her purse as she pulled out one of the baby-wipes and wiped off the remnants of my cum that had gotten onto her hand as she had removed the condom.
With that, she opened the car door and stepped out, saying, "Thanks, honey. But, I've got to get back to work. Say, baby, can you give me a ride back over there?" I was so shocked that I just nodded.
"How was that?", my wife asked as she climbed back into the car and closed the door.
"Incredible", I answered, "How about for you?"
"Oh, God! I LOVED it!", she answered, "I am so horny, I need to fuck. I can't wait until we get home, I need to have you fuck me. But, I'm FREEZING! Here, feel."
My wife placed my hand on the outside of one of her thighs. It was ice cold.
(Continued in Part 4)
In the weeks after this discovery, my wife's fantasies of being a ********** really blossomed. We wrote to--and then spoke on the phone with--the man that we had been corresponding with and told him what had happened and that my wife was now ready to do the things that he had described in his letters. Unfortunately, his circumstances had recently taken a drastically negative turn (something that he had previously mentioned might happen) and he was no longer in a position to make the trip to NYC (and we were not in a position to travel to where he was, either).
Nevertheless, he suggested several things that we might do if we were interested in fulfilling our growing fantasies of having my wife *****, for money, with and for black men (by this point, my fantasies about her doing this were just as strong as hers were, if not stronger). Since, in his estimation and ours, it was likely to be rather difficult and would take some time for us to find a black man that we could trust to safely turn my wife out in such a way that she would experience what she now wanted to experience without being harmed, he suggested some things that we could try to do in the interim, while we were attempting to find the kind of black man that we would need to fulfill my wife's fantasies--things that would help prepare her, mentally and psychologically for those experiences.
One of the things that he suggested was for the two of us to drive down to an area in Manhattan where there was an active "sho 'ho strip" and observe how the girls there dressed and acted. He told us to pay particular attention to certain things, etc. as we were driving around and that we should go down to this particular area that he was familiar with a couple of times, at least once on the weekend, to make sure that we had a good feel for the layout of the area and how things worked there.
We eagerly did as he told us. Just a couple of days later we made our first trip to the area, paying specific attention to the things that he had told us to look out for. It was an eye opening experience that only served to whet my wife's whoring fantasies and mine. They were becoming such a turn-on for the two of us that the next two weekends we went down there and drove around for a couple of hours again.
He, then, suggested that, once we had done that, on a weekend night, my wife should dress herself in the kind of clothes and put on the kind of make-up that she saw the girls on the street wearing. He told us that, once she was ready, we should drive over to that area and, after circling around to make sure that there were no cops in the area, my wife should get out of the car on the corner of a certain rather deserted street just off "The Track".
While I circled around the block, my wife should start walking, slowly and as sexily as she could, in the direction of the "show 'ho strip" once she got out of the car. He instructed her not to look at anyone or to talk with anyone as she was walking, but to keep her eye out for me coming around the block. Because the block that I would be driving around was mostly a vacant lot (no longer, but it was then!), I would be able to see my wife and she would be able to see me nearly the entire time that she was walking and I was driving around the block. When I turned back onto the street that she was on, the told her that she should then--and only then--step out onto the street and begin acting like the hookers that we had observed flagging down johns on "The Track".
At that point, I was to pull over next to my wife and she was to proposition me as if she was one of the hookers on "The Track" and I was a "john". Once my wife had propositioned me in this manner and gotten into our car, he suggested a couple of locations nearby where we could safely go and have sex.
It sounded like a GREAT idea!
On the night in question, my wife did exactly as he suggested. She put on a black garterbelt, sheer black panties, and seamed black stockings; a see-through, black lace blouse that showed off her tits without actually leaving her nipples totally *******; a black lycra skirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass-cheeks and left the straps of the garterbelt and tops of her stockings *******; an electric pink belt, matching 3 inch high heels, with a similarly colored electric pink beret in her hair and a small, matching purse containing a small bottle of lubricant, condoms, baby-wipes and just the few other items that he told her to take with her. Instead of her usual very minimal and subdued make-up, my wife was wearing a much heavier than usual layer of make-up and rouge on her face; she had plucked and painted in high, arching eyebrows, with her eyes outlined with dark eyeliner and her eyelashes curled and heavily coated with mascara; topped off with garish, sparkly turquoise eye-shadow and bright red lipstick. She looked just like one of the many whores that we had seen doing their business down on "The Track". I was so turned on by the sight of her!
We were both nervous as hell as we drove over to the "show 'ho strip". Still, when I asked my wife if she was ready to do this and really wanted to do it, she answered emphatically that she did.
So, when we got to the street near "The Track" where I was supposed to let her out of the car, I pulled over to the curb and my wife immediately opened the car door. As she was getting out of the car, my wife turned to me and said to me in her sexiest voice, "The next time you see me, if you want to have sex with me, you're going to have to pay for it, just like any of these other johns!" Then, she closed the car door and slowly began sashaying her way down the dark, deserted street. My cock was so hard, bulging in my pants, that it was hurting as I drove past her on my way around the block. If I didn't know the the woman walking down the street was my wife, I would have thought that she was one of the hookers from the nearby "show 'ho strip" on her way back to "The Track" after turning a trick.
Just my luck, I had to stop for the light at all four intersections as I made my way around the block. As I got to the middle of the street opposite the one my wife was walking down, I was looking across the empty city block that separated us and saw a dark colored car pull over to the curb next to her. My heart, which was already pounding with excitement, went into fear-driven over-drive. I was pounding on the steering wheel and cursing like a trooper as I was ****** to stop and wait at the next two lights. I was too far away to see my wife and the few buildings on the end of the block that my wife was walking away from obsured my line of sight.
Finally I was able to turn down the street that she had gotten out of the car on. I tried to maintain my composure and drive slowly down the street according to plan, but, at first, I couldn't see my wife. Then, in the darkness, I saw her down almost to the intersection that separated this deserted stretch of street from the begining of "The Track". As I approached, I could see her talking with two women, obviously hookers, who were dressed very much like she was, as they were walking away from her towards "The Track". I could see one of them wave to my wife as she turned away from them and began looking in my direction.
As soon as she turned, my wife spotted me driving towards her and, as planned, stepped out into the street. As I slowed down, she began sashaying sexily towards me, calling out, "Hey, Baby. Do you want a date?"
I pulled up next to her and rolled down the car window and my wife came over to the car. Her black see-through lace blouse was open down to her navel and I could see her naked breasts clearly as she leaned into the car and asked me if I wanted "a date". When she noticed that I was staring at her tits as I answered affirmatively, she jiggled her tits seductively and asked me if I liked what I saw. I was stunned at how magnificently slutty and convincing my wife was as we got around to talking money and she walked around to get into the passenger's side of the car.
As instructed, I offered her $ 30 for a blowjob and she accepted. We drove over to another dark, deserted area a couple of blocks away where we had seen some of the hookers take their johns on our "scouting missions" and I parked the car. Staying totally "in character", after I gave her the money we had agreed on--which she neatly slipped into the top of one of her stockings, my wife had me push back the car seat, open my pants and pull out my already hard cock while she tore open a condom. Then, she dipped her head down below the steering wheel and began sucking my cock, rolling the condom down the shaft with her lips as she did so.
I was an easy trick. I was so excited and turned on that it didn't take very long for me to shoot my load into the condom. I had hardly stopped cumming when my wife expertly slipped the condom off of my now shrinking cock and, tying a knot in the end, slipped it into her purse as she pulled out one of the baby-wipes and wiped off the remnants of my cum that had gotten onto her hand as she had removed the condom.
With that, she opened the car door and stepped out, saying, "Thanks, honey. But, I've got to get back to work. Say, baby, can you give me a ride back over there?" I was so shocked that I just nodded.
"How was that?", my wife asked as she climbed back into the car and closed the door.
"Incredible", I answered, "How about for you?"
"Oh, God! I LOVED it!", she answered, "I am so horny, I need to fuck. I can't wait until we get home, I need to have you fuck me. But, I'm FREEZING! Here, feel."
My wife placed my hand on the outside of one of her thighs. It was ice cold.
(Continued in Part 4)
Reply Pt. 4
One thing that neither of us had considered in all of our planning was the weather. It had been a gorgeous, clear, warm day, but it was now almost 2 am and with no clouds to hold in the heat and the wind blowing across the Hudson River, it had gotten a bit chilly. And, my wife was not used to standing outside, scantily clothed in this type of weather.
I had just begun to say that we could turn on the heater in the car and fuck right there where we were parked when we saw a car pull over very close to where we were. I could see two men in the car and that made us both very nervous. Then, we saw a police car slowly cruising on the cross-street, coming in our direction. We both decided that, no matter how horny we were, it was time to get out of there.
As I started the car and pulled out, heading generally towards the middle of Manhattan, going nowhere in particular. I could sense my wife's disappointment. "I'm so horny," she said as we stopped at a red light a couple of blocks away, "Isn't there somewhere that we can go? I really need to have you fuck me. Now!"
We weren't going to get into any good hotels at that hour. Not with the way my wife was dressed. And, I really didn't know where any cheap ones were in Manhattan. And, then, I don't know why, it hit me: there were a couple of adult book stores in nearby Times Square that were open all night where I knew a couple of the guys that worked the night shift. As long as we didn't create any problems for them, they would let the two of us go into the peep show area and do whatever we wanted. And, it would be a perfect opportunity for my wife and I to continue in our roles of ****** and john.
I told my wife my plan and she approved. We would park the car and, when we got out of the car, we would go back "into character". She would get out of the car and stand on the sidewalk a short distance away while I parked. When I got out of the car and walked towards her, she would proposition me and we would go over to one of the 24 hour adult bookstores that I had in mind.
Everything worked perfectly. I parked the car in a place where I knew it would be safe (and not be ticketed) a block an a half from 42nd St. and 8th Avenue while my wife, after getting out of the car, stood in a doorway a short distance away. When I approached her, she asked me if I wanted to go on "a date" and I answered, "Sure. But, let me see what you've got."
To my amazement, my wife took my hands and, drawing me into the doorway, placed one on her crotch and pushed the other one inside of her still nearly open blouse. The flesh on the inside of her thighs was cold, but her panties were soaked through. "Yeah, feel my pussy, baby. Lick mama's titty," she cooed as she lifted the hand that I had wrapped around one of her breasts, pushing the nipple towards the opening in her blouse, "You like, honey? You want to take me out now?"
"I've got a hundred dollars," I answered.
"Oohh!", she replied, "You can do anything that you want to me, honey. Anything that you want."
I don't know what effect it had on her, but the fact that my wife, dressed like a ******, had just had me feel her up and lick one of her bare breasts less than 10 feet away from one of the busiest thoroughfares in NYC--especially after what she had just done a few blocks away--had my cock bulging in my pants once again.
Arm in arm, with my wife swinging her hips like an experienced street-walker, her blouse open to her navel and her skirt barely covering her ass-cheeks, we walked past a couple of tranny hookers and street dealers, who all gave the two of us "the eye", and went into one of the ABSs that I knew had spacious peepshow booths, where I also knew a couple of the guys who worked the night shift.
Sure enough, one of the guys that I knew was working the counter. He was half asleep when we walked in, but his eyes nearly bugged out when he saw the creature that was my wife walking in with me. He had never seen me with anyone else and I could tell from his expression that he was shocked to see me with a woman who, by all appearances, was a cheap-looking ******. But, he said nothing and raised no objections when I bought $ 40 worth of tokens and led my wife back into the nearly deserted peep show area.
I know there were a couple of men hanging out in the back of the peepshow area, but my wife and I were so horny and in such a hurry to fuck that we never noticed if any of them paid any attention to us or not. We didn't care.
I was about to "break character" as we closed the door to the booth behind us, but my wife kept me from doing so when she immediately turned to face me and said, "Business before pleasure. Why don't you put some tokens in the box and get some light in here."
I pumped the machine full of tokens and hit the button for one of the video selections. In an instant, the booth was flooded with light from the video terminal screen. "That's better," she cooed, "but aren't you forgetting something?"
"Of course," I answered, fishing my wallet out of my pants and handing my wife the hundred that I had offered her on the street as she pulled a condom from purse and tore the package open.
My wife stuffed the hundred dollar bill into the top of her stocking and, pushing me back against the stool in the corner of the booth as she popped the condom into her mouth, began to undo first my belt and then my pants. After pulling my pants and underwear down to nearly my knees, my wife sank down to her knees and, kneeling on the floor of the booth, took my raging cock in her mouth, once again using her lips to push the condom down over the length of the shaft.
Unlike her first foray into a peepshow booth ten years earlier, my wife wasn't the least bit concerned that there was sticky, still slightly wet cum streaked across the surface of the wall right beside her or that there were a couple of globs of spent spunk on the floor where she was kneeling. She was so possessed by her lust that she didn't care about anything else.
"Fuck my mouth," she hissed, briefly taking my cock from her lips as she grabbed my hands and placed them on the back of her head, "Fuck my ***** mouth and then stick it in my pussy!"
I certainly wasn't going to argue with that!
Straightening myself up, I grabbed the back of my wife's head and, as quietly as I could,I began fucking her face as she knelt there on the floor of the peep show booth. Looking down as I did so, I remeber thinking how beautiful my wife looked at that moment in the flickering light coming from the video screen.
Having cum not that long before, even though I was really turned on, I was able to control the timing of my orgasm this time. I knew that my wife was getting off on having her face fucked while kneeling on the floor of the peepshow booth, so I did that for several minutes. But, I also knew that she really needed to be fucked and I wanted to make sure that I would be able to satisfy that need before I came again. So, after making sure that my wife had sufficiently experienced the emotions of being used like the ***** that she now so very much wanted to be, I pulled her up from the floor so that I could fuck her cunt.
As I pushed my wife's tight lycra skirt up around her waist, she positioned one of her feet on the metal rung that ran around the bottom of the stool about a foot above the ground and pushed the flimsy material of her panties to one side to give me access to her pussy. I reached down and grabbed her cunt, shoving two fingers into the entrance. I could not believe how wet and wide open my wife's pussy was! I knew that all of these years of having sex with black men had changed my wife's cunt, stretching it oen and making it bigger, and I had seen it gaping open after she had been fucked by one or more black men on many occasions. But, I had never seen it gaping open like this before she had been fucked before. Or, so wet that, in addition to soaking through her panties, I could feel it on the inside of her thighs as well.
"You must like being a *****," I whispered in her ear.
"I LOVE it!", my wife hissed back in my ear, "I love being a black man's white *****. Now, fuck my white ***** cunt, you bastard, fuck it!"
My wife began cumming almost as soon as I pushed my condom-clad cock into her wide-open, waiting pussy. She kept biting my trapezius and shoulder as she tried to stiffle her orgasmic cries as best as she could. I remember how much it hurt and how I had bruises and scratches there for a week afterwards. I also remember thinking how glad I was that I had chosen this particular ABS because the booths were so far away from where the employees congregated near the front counter.
I don't know how long we fucked, but the pain from my wife's teeth and nails sinking into my flesh was enough--along with the fact that I had already cum earlier--to keep me from cumming while I was fucking her at that point. Then, suddenly, the light coming from the video monitor changed and suddenly became darker as the time that I had paid for with the tokens I had put into the machine had come to an end. We both paused, with my cock still lodged in my wife's cunt.
"Oh, baby! You are SO GOOD!", my wife moaned in my ear, still, somehow, managing to "stay in character", "Why don't you feed that machine the rest of the tokens you bought while I get something out of my bag."
"OK," I replied, somewhat disappointed, as I pulled away from her and felt my cock slip out of her cunt.
(continued in Pt. 5)
One thing that neither of us had considered in all of our planning was the weather. It had been a gorgeous, clear, warm day, but it was now almost 2 am and with no clouds to hold in the heat and the wind blowing across the Hudson River, it had gotten a bit chilly. And, my wife was not used to standing outside, scantily clothed in this type of weather.
I had just begun to say that we could turn on the heater in the car and fuck right there where we were parked when we saw a car pull over very close to where we were. I could see two men in the car and that made us both very nervous. Then, we saw a police car slowly cruising on the cross-street, coming in our direction. We both decided that, no matter how horny we were, it was time to get out of there.
As I started the car and pulled out, heading generally towards the middle of Manhattan, going nowhere in particular. I could sense my wife's disappointment. "I'm so horny," she said as we stopped at a red light a couple of blocks away, "Isn't there somewhere that we can go? I really need to have you fuck me. Now!"
We weren't going to get into any good hotels at that hour. Not with the way my wife was dressed. And, I really didn't know where any cheap ones were in Manhattan. And, then, I don't know why, it hit me: there were a couple of adult book stores in nearby Times Square that were open all night where I knew a couple of the guys that worked the night shift. As long as we didn't create any problems for them, they would let the two of us go into the peep show area and do whatever we wanted. And, it would be a perfect opportunity for my wife and I to continue in our roles of ****** and john.
I told my wife my plan and she approved. We would park the car and, when we got out of the car, we would go back "into character". She would get out of the car and stand on the sidewalk a short distance away while I parked. When I got out of the car and walked towards her, she would proposition me and we would go over to one of the 24 hour adult bookstores that I had in mind.
Everything worked perfectly. I parked the car in a place where I knew it would be safe (and not be ticketed) a block an a half from 42nd St. and 8th Avenue while my wife, after getting out of the car, stood in a doorway a short distance away. When I approached her, she asked me if I wanted to go on "a date" and I answered, "Sure. But, let me see what you've got."
To my amazement, my wife took my hands and, drawing me into the doorway, placed one on her crotch and pushed the other one inside of her still nearly open blouse. The flesh on the inside of her thighs was cold, but her panties were soaked through. "Yeah, feel my pussy, baby. Lick mama's titty," she cooed as she lifted the hand that I had wrapped around one of her breasts, pushing the nipple towards the opening in her blouse, "You like, honey? You want to take me out now?"
"I've got a hundred dollars," I answered.
"Oohh!", she replied, "You can do anything that you want to me, honey. Anything that you want."
I don't know what effect it had on her, but the fact that my wife, dressed like a ******, had just had me feel her up and lick one of her bare breasts less than 10 feet away from one of the busiest thoroughfares in NYC--especially after what she had just done a few blocks away--had my cock bulging in my pants once again.
Arm in arm, with my wife swinging her hips like an experienced street-walker, her blouse open to her navel and her skirt barely covering her ass-cheeks, we walked past a couple of tranny hookers and street dealers, who all gave the two of us "the eye", and went into one of the ABSs that I knew had spacious peepshow booths, where I also knew a couple of the guys who worked the night shift.
Sure enough, one of the guys that I knew was working the counter. He was half asleep when we walked in, but his eyes nearly bugged out when he saw the creature that was my wife walking in with me. He had never seen me with anyone else and I could tell from his expression that he was shocked to see me with a woman who, by all appearances, was a cheap-looking ******. But, he said nothing and raised no objections when I bought $ 40 worth of tokens and led my wife back into the nearly deserted peep show area.
I know there were a couple of men hanging out in the back of the peepshow area, but my wife and I were so horny and in such a hurry to fuck that we never noticed if any of them paid any attention to us or not. We didn't care.
I was about to "break character" as we closed the door to the booth behind us, but my wife kept me from doing so when she immediately turned to face me and said, "Business before pleasure. Why don't you put some tokens in the box and get some light in here."
I pumped the machine full of tokens and hit the button for one of the video selections. In an instant, the booth was flooded with light from the video terminal screen. "That's better," she cooed, "but aren't you forgetting something?"
"Of course," I answered, fishing my wallet out of my pants and handing my wife the hundred that I had offered her on the street as she pulled a condom from purse and tore the package open.
My wife stuffed the hundred dollar bill into the top of her stocking and, pushing me back against the stool in the corner of the booth as she popped the condom into her mouth, began to undo first my belt and then my pants. After pulling my pants and underwear down to nearly my knees, my wife sank down to her knees and, kneeling on the floor of the booth, took my raging cock in her mouth, once again using her lips to push the condom down over the length of the shaft.
Unlike her first foray into a peepshow booth ten years earlier, my wife wasn't the least bit concerned that there was sticky, still slightly wet cum streaked across the surface of the wall right beside her or that there were a couple of globs of spent spunk on the floor where she was kneeling. She was so possessed by her lust that she didn't care about anything else.
"Fuck my mouth," she hissed, briefly taking my cock from her lips as she grabbed my hands and placed them on the back of her head, "Fuck my ***** mouth and then stick it in my pussy!"
I certainly wasn't going to argue with that!
Straightening myself up, I grabbed the back of my wife's head and, as quietly as I could,I began fucking her face as she knelt there on the floor of the peep show booth. Looking down as I did so, I remeber thinking how beautiful my wife looked at that moment in the flickering light coming from the video screen.
Having cum not that long before, even though I was really turned on, I was able to control the timing of my orgasm this time. I knew that my wife was getting off on having her face fucked while kneeling on the floor of the peepshow booth, so I did that for several minutes. But, I also knew that she really needed to be fucked and I wanted to make sure that I would be able to satisfy that need before I came again. So, after making sure that my wife had sufficiently experienced the emotions of being used like the ***** that she now so very much wanted to be, I pulled her up from the floor so that I could fuck her cunt.
As I pushed my wife's tight lycra skirt up around her waist, she positioned one of her feet on the metal rung that ran around the bottom of the stool about a foot above the ground and pushed the flimsy material of her panties to one side to give me access to her pussy. I reached down and grabbed her cunt, shoving two fingers into the entrance. I could not believe how wet and wide open my wife's pussy was! I knew that all of these years of having sex with black men had changed my wife's cunt, stretching it oen and making it bigger, and I had seen it gaping open after she had been fucked by one or more black men on many occasions. But, I had never seen it gaping open like this before she had been fucked before. Or, so wet that, in addition to soaking through her panties, I could feel it on the inside of her thighs as well.
"You must like being a *****," I whispered in her ear.
"I LOVE it!", my wife hissed back in my ear, "I love being a black man's white *****. Now, fuck my white ***** cunt, you bastard, fuck it!"
My wife began cumming almost as soon as I pushed my condom-clad cock into her wide-open, waiting pussy. She kept biting my trapezius and shoulder as she tried to stiffle her orgasmic cries as best as she could. I remember how much it hurt and how I had bruises and scratches there for a week afterwards. I also remember thinking how glad I was that I had chosen this particular ABS because the booths were so far away from where the employees congregated near the front counter.
I don't know how long we fucked, but the pain from my wife's teeth and nails sinking into my flesh was enough--along with the fact that I had already cum earlier--to keep me from cumming while I was fucking her at that point. Then, suddenly, the light coming from the video monitor changed and suddenly became darker as the time that I had paid for with the tokens I had put into the machine had come to an end. We both paused, with my cock still lodged in my wife's cunt.
"Oh, baby! You are SO GOOD!", my wife moaned in my ear, still, somehow, managing to "stay in character", "Why don't you feed that machine the rest of the tokens you bought while I get something out of my bag."
"OK," I replied, somewhat disappointed, as I pulled away from her and felt my cock slip out of her cunt.
(continued in Pt. 5)
Reply Pt. 5--End
I pulled up my pants from down around my ankles, just high enough to be able to reach into the one pocket and pull out most of the remaining tokens. As I was methodically feeding them into the machine, I felt something kind of cold on my cock and, then, my wife's hand massaging it. With the video having come back to life after being fed some tokens, I looked down to see that my wife had pour some of the lubricant that she had in her purse on my still condom-encased cock.
I looked at my wife quizzically and, as I pushed the last of the tokens into the machine, she leaned forward and responded by whispering, "I want you to fuck me in my ass. I want to feel your 'john-cock' in my slutty, white ***** ass!"
Well, I wasn't about to refuse that offer. And, certainly not under the circumstances, with my wife acting like the sluttiest ****** and begging me to do it.
Normally my wife likes to use a lot of lubricant and have some preparation before ass-fucking and, even then, sometimes, she still finds it too painful at times. But, not that night. She wanted it hard, fast and rough--and didn't care if it hurt. When I tried to enter her slowly, as per usual, she told me to ram it into her and fuck her hard. And, I did.
My wife usually needs a fair amount of clitoral stimulation to have an orgasm while being ass-fucked. But, not that night. I had barely started pistoning my cock in and out of her back-passage when she started to cum. With her leaning on wall of the peepshow booth, writhing like mad, with her mouth over her forearm to keep herself from crying out, it didn't take me long to cum, either.
When we were done, my wife took one of the baby-wipes from her purse and used it to wipe herself. Then, she carefully peeled the condom off of my softening cock, tied the open end and wrapped it in a Kleenex that she carefully placed on another Kleenex in the bottom of her purse. She handed me one of the baby-wipes and had me use it to wipe the remnants of cum from my cock so that I could get dressed again. We shared the last of the baby-wipes to clean our hands as best as we could and, after wiping our hands with a Kleenex, we wrapped everything up in the last Kleenex, which we deposited in the large garbage bin that was in the corner of the peepshow area next to where they kept the mops and buckets, etc.
As we were walking past the front counter and out of the store, the guy that I knew, who was behind the counter that night, gave us a very funny look. He never said anything to us that night or to me later on, but I am sure that he knew what we had been doing.
By that time, the streets were almost deserted as the first bits of dawn's light began streaking the sky. My wife and I walked back to our car, arm in arm. As we drove home, I asked my wife if she enjoyed herself and she emphatically stated that she did. She also told me, in no uncertain terms, that, as much as she had enjoyed herself that night, she was more determined than ever to try to find a black man who would help her to experience what it was actually like to be a real, paid-for ***** by turning her out.
It would take about another six months for us to meet that black man, but that's another story on a totally different topic.
Needless to say, given the circumstances of these two instances when me and my wife had sex in a peepshow booth, I will never forget either experience. The first one took place about 30 years ago, now, and the second nearly 20 years ago. Since then, my wife and I have both gotten older and had various health problems (unrelated to our sexul escapades) that have left me disabled and her not in the greatest of shape, but we had a helluva good time and have a lot of tremendous memories!
P.S.: During our ride home that early morning, my wife told me that two cars had actually pulled up alongside her when she had been walking down that street: one of the guys who pulled up was a pimp who asked her who she was working for and if she wanted to work for him--she had waved him off; the guy in the second car had offered her $ 40 for a blowjob--she told him that she was not working, but said that his offer had not only made her feel like she was being a ***** that night, but made her believe and feel that, if she could find a black man who could turn her out safely, that she would actually be able to do it, for real, and enjoy it. She also told me that the two women that I had seen her talking to as I approached her were, indeed, hookers on their way back to "The Track". They had seen her walking down the street and had assumed that she also was a ******. Because they didn't recognize her, however, they decided to ask her what she was doing there. When she answered that she was waiting for her husband to come around the block, they laughed and told her that they understood. One of the women told my wife her name and said that, if and when she was ever ready to try walking "The Track" for real, my wife should come by again and ask for her. My wife said that this also gave her confidence that she had "the goods" to be a ********** if the right opportunity presented itself. But, again, I digress from the original topic of this thread--I apologize. (Thanks to all who had the patience to read all of this!)
I pulled up my pants from down around my ankles, just high enough to be able to reach into the one pocket and pull out most of the remaining tokens. As I was methodically feeding them into the machine, I felt something kind of cold on my cock and, then, my wife's hand massaging it. With the video having come back to life after being fed some tokens, I looked down to see that my wife had pour some of the lubricant that she had in her purse on my still condom-encased cock.
I looked at my wife quizzically and, as I pushed the last of the tokens into the machine, she leaned forward and responded by whispering, "I want you to fuck me in my ass. I want to feel your 'john-cock' in my slutty, white ***** ass!"
Well, I wasn't about to refuse that offer. And, certainly not under the circumstances, with my wife acting like the sluttiest ****** and begging me to do it.
Normally my wife likes to use a lot of lubricant and have some preparation before ass-fucking and, even then, sometimes, she still finds it too painful at times. But, not that night. She wanted it hard, fast and rough--and didn't care if it hurt. When I tried to enter her slowly, as per usual, she told me to ram it into her and fuck her hard. And, I did.
My wife usually needs a fair amount of clitoral stimulation to have an orgasm while being ass-fucked. But, not that night. I had barely started pistoning my cock in and out of her back-passage when she started to cum. With her leaning on wall of the peepshow booth, writhing like mad, with her mouth over her forearm to keep herself from crying out, it didn't take me long to cum, either.
When we were done, my wife took one of the baby-wipes from her purse and used it to wipe herself. Then, she carefully peeled the condom off of my softening cock, tied the open end and wrapped it in a Kleenex that she carefully placed on another Kleenex in the bottom of her purse. She handed me one of the baby-wipes and had me use it to wipe the remnants of cum from my cock so that I could get dressed again. We shared the last of the baby-wipes to clean our hands as best as we could and, after wiping our hands with a Kleenex, we wrapped everything up in the last Kleenex, which we deposited in the large garbage bin that was in the corner of the peepshow area next to where they kept the mops and buckets, etc.
As we were walking past the front counter and out of the store, the guy that I knew, who was behind the counter that night, gave us a very funny look. He never said anything to us that night or to me later on, but I am sure that he knew what we had been doing.
By that time, the streets were almost deserted as the first bits of dawn's light began streaking the sky. My wife and I walked back to our car, arm in arm. As we drove home, I asked my wife if she enjoyed herself and she emphatically stated that she did. She also told me, in no uncertain terms, that, as much as she had enjoyed herself that night, she was more determined than ever to try to find a black man who would help her to experience what it was actually like to be a real, paid-for ***** by turning her out.
It would take about another six months for us to meet that black man, but that's another story on a totally different topic.
Needless to say, given the circumstances of these two instances when me and my wife had sex in a peepshow booth, I will never forget either experience. The first one took place about 30 years ago, now, and the second nearly 20 years ago. Since then, my wife and I have both gotten older and had various health problems (unrelated to our sexul escapades) that have left me disabled and her not in the greatest of shape, but we had a helluva good time and have a lot of tremendous memories!
P.S.: During our ride home that early morning, my wife told me that two cars had actually pulled up alongside her when she had been walking down that street: one of the guys who pulled up was a pimp who asked her who she was working for and if she wanted to work for him--she had waved him off; the guy in the second car had offered her $ 40 for a blowjob--she told him that she was not working, but said that his offer had not only made her feel like she was being a ***** that night, but made her believe and feel that, if she could find a black man who could turn her out safely, that she would actually be able to do it, for real, and enjoy it. She also told me that the two women that I had seen her talking to as I approached her were, indeed, hookers on their way back to "The Track". They had seen her walking down the street and had assumed that she also was a ******. Because they didn't recognize her, however, they decided to ask her what she was doing there. When she answered that she was waiting for her husband to come around the block, they laughed and told her that they understood. One of the women told my wife her name and said that, if and when she was ever ready to try walking "The Track" for real, my wife should come by again and ask for her. My wife said that this also gave her confidence that she had "the goods" to be a ********** if the right opportunity presented itself. But, again, I digress from the original topic of this thread--I apologize. (Thanks to all who had the patience to read all of this!)
very nice story. Too bad that NYC today is so sanitized that the moment an amateur ***** gets out on the street the cops will pull up and either collar her or chase her away. And if it's not the cops it will be one of the few remaining pimps who dare to work Manhattan. And if not them, then the gay guys who have completely taken over the theatres will scare away all johns.
I remember those wild days on Times Square pre-Giuliani. I actually sucked a lot of black cocks through glory holes. But nowadays I only do the ***** thing over in Europe, in Amsterdam where we go once a year. I love to go all the way and play *****. Best is always those American black guys who then tell me that an American ***** would never do what I do... LOL
It's so different there. I mean, sure, the real life as a ***** is hard, a lot of competition, especially from underage girls, pimps as jealously guarding their turf as anywhere else in the world, and sadly a lot of drugs ruining the fun. But the cops are cool, since it's legal, and the natives are very tolerant. So for a fun experience try Amsterdam
New York is too clean
I remember those wild days on Times Square pre-Giuliani. I actually sucked a lot of black cocks through glory holes. But nowadays I only do the ***** thing over in Europe, in Amsterdam where we go once a year. I love to go all the way and play *****. Best is always those American black guys who then tell me that an American ***** would never do what I do... LOL
It's so different there. I mean, sure, the real life as a ***** is hard, a lot of competition, especially from underage girls, pimps as jealously guarding their turf as anywhere else in the world, and sadly a lot of drugs ruining the fun. But the cops are cool, since it's legal, and the natives are very tolerant. So for a fun experience try Amsterdam
New York is too clean