Pushing Her Limits

Ryan felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Er... thanks for your help," he muttered.

"Have fun!" the clerk offered cheerfully as Ryan hurried away.

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Ryan met back up with a nervous, fidgeting Amy at the back of the store, and they followed the dimly lit hallway - with off-white floors of the same stained linoleum as the rest of the store - to a ninety degree turn. Beyond that turn was a series of numbered doors on each side of the hall; each door had a red light above it. Currently, doors one, five, and six were lit. Since those doors were also closed - while the rest were not - it was simple to deduce that those three booths were currently occupied.

"I guess that we just pick any booth," Amy offered as she started to move towards door number seven, but Ryan stopped her.

"The clerk said that booths three and six were a little bigger, that we'd have more room there," Ryan explained. "I guess those are the couples' booths?" he offered.

Amy shrugged. "Okay, that makes sense," she answered.

Since booth six was occupied, the couple moved into booth three before closing and locking the door. Inside the small room was a bench, a TV screen currently providing the only light in the room, and some sort of machine complete with a coin slot. Next to the machine was a laminated sign that read "TOKENS ONLY. 1 TOKEN = 5 MINUTES VIDEO PLAY." The only other featured items in the room were a small trash can and a roll of cheap paper towels.

Ryan fed the machine a token, and the TV screen came to life in the middle of a scene with a blonde woman moaning while a redheaded woman eagerly gave her oral. He realized that the machine had a timer on it - it was counting down from five minutes - so he fed it several more tokens and watched the time remaining jump up to thirty-nine minutes and forty-one seconds.

Amy had already taken a seat on the bench, and once Ryan had the token situation in hand, she asked, "What else is on?" Upon examination, Ryan realized that the machine had up and down arrow buttons on it; when pressed, they changed the channel and thus the content on the TV. They flipped through several choices before settling on a very regular woman sucking a cock while another guy stood nearby while stroking his own.

Their viewing choice made, Ryan sat down next to his wife on the bench. The two of them watched the movie together in silence for close to a minute, when Ryan finally decided that enough was enough. If they were just going to watch porn, they could do that in comfort, with a much better selection than the various channels that the little store offered. No, the point here was to be adventurous... so he decided to make a move. He reached up, placed his hand on Amy's cheek, and guided her face to his. As he began to kiss his wife, Ryan slipped his hand across the clingy fabric of her dress until his fingers encircled her left breast. She pulled back, gave him a little grin, then leaned back in for another kiss as he began to tease her nipple.

After a minute or two of deep kissing accompanied with nipple stimulation, Ryan became aware that Amy was fidgeting a bit on the bench next to him. He allowed his hand to drop down to her leg, where it followed the smooth skin of her thigh up and towards his wife's crotch. His eyes opened in surprise when he reached his goal.

Again, Amy pulled away, this time with a wicked grin. "No panties," she murmured. "You like? It was a bitch to keep from flashing the world tonight in this dress!"

Ryan responded with an enthusiastic "Hell, yes!" as his cock began to stiffen inside of his pants. As for Amy... she may have appeared reluctant and nervous about the grimy little shop, but her sodden pussy told a different story. The heat radiated from her womanhood, and Ryan's fingers found her to be as wet as he could ever recall. He plunged a finger fully inside of his wife, drawing a surprised gasp, before leaning in to kiss her again while using that lubricated finger to stimulate her clit.

At first, Amy kissed him enthusiastically, her tongue driving into his own mouth, swirling around his own in a fight for position. But as he continued to stimulate her swollen clit, Amy began to lose focus, eventually giving up and leaving back. Ryan took the opportunity to pull her dress up to reveal her nearly smooth mound - Amy kept one small tuft of fine, golden blonde hair right above her clit, though everything else was totally shaved.

Ryan would dip his finger inside Amy's molten vagina before bringing it back out to rub up and down her proud little nub of her clit, which had long since emerged from its sheath. Amy was drawing in little breaths in bursts, holding them inside as her body grew more and more rigid. He knew that her orgasm was getting very near.

Suddenly, he realized that there was light coming from the wall beyond his wife, from a spot just below eye level. At some point, someone had occupied the booth adjacent to theirs and had fired up the TV inside; there was a hole several inches in diameter cut into the wall between the booths which was allowing light to shine through. The light changed a bit, went dim, and with a start, it hit Ryan that the guy next to them had moved to peer through the hole to look at what Ryan was doing to his wife.

'Baby," Ryan croaked, "there is someone in the booth next to us, and he is watching me play with your pussy." Amy moaned aloud, and her legs splayed out wider. Her expression was a mix of terror and strong arousal; Ryan decided that the only smart move was to keep rubbing.

A choking sound escaped from Amy's mouth; she was there, and they both knew it. "That's it, baby," Ryan coaxed. "Come for us. Let us see you do it."

"Ohhhh Goodddd... huuuunnngh!" Amy exclaimed as her body went rigid and began to spasm. Ryan moved his left hand behind her back to steady his wife for fear that she might fall off the bench. Her eyes were screwed shut as she panted for nearly a minute before finally relaxing. "Holy shit, that was intense!" the blonde exclaimed.

"That was so hot," came a masculine voice from the other side of the wall. Amy blushed, then moved to kneel in front of Ryan as if she hadn't heard it at all.

"Time to get you going, mister," she stated to her husband as she unzipped his pants.

Ryan was already achingly hard from his wife's show and orgasm; his penis seemed comically inclined to stay inside of his boxers until it finally popped out in one sudden movement. He was fairly certain that he saw Amy cut her eyes towards the hole in the wall before she leaned forward and began to suck his penis into her mouth. Ryan groaned in appreciation; he thought that he might have heard the other voice do the same, but he couldn't be certain if it was a real sound, something from the porn movie, or just his overactive imagination. Regardless of where the sound came from, the sensations were amazing, and the seedy environment seemed to accentuate the moment.

For a couple of minutes, rational thought totally vacated Ryan's mind in favor of the focus on the carnal sensations of his wife's warm, wet, glorious mouth around his dick. Amy paused for a brief moment as she shifted her weight, and when she did, Ryan saw it.

A hard cock was poking through the gloryhole and into their booth. His wife was on her knees in front of him, but was only a couple feet away from this stranger's penis.

Frankly, the stranger's pale dick wasn't particularly noteworthy. Ryan wasn't hugely endowed or anything, but at six inches or so with proportionate thickness, he'd never had a complaint. The newcomer to the room was probably a little smaller than he was in both length and girth, though the man of course lost a little of the former due to the thickness of the wall. Even so, this was the Carters' fantasy brought to life - there was a stranger's cock standing proudly in the room with them.

Ryan cleared his throat. "Um, baby..." he spoke uncertainly, "we have a visitor." He gestured to the side, and Amy turned her head a bit, her husband's penis still in her mouth. Her eyes widened at the sight, and she backed away from Ryan's cock.

Amy cut her eyes to the side, then up at her husband's face. "What do I do?" she hissed, her face a mask of uncertainty.

"What do you want to do?" Ryan asked in an even tone.

"I don't know!" she replied quickly. "I... just... I..." she trailed off as she looked again at the strange cock.

Ryan had a moment of uncanny clarity. He knew without a doubt that he and his wife stood at a crossroads. He could encourage her to resume sucking him off. He would have a nice orgasm, she could be the star of an additional little performance, then they could leave this place with their marriage vows intact. No one would ever know about their seedy little diversion here, they would have a hot story to recall in bed, and that would be that.

But his own words flew back into his face. If they walked out here, wouldn't they both always wonder how it would have been if they had taken the plunge? He remembered how hard Amy had gotten off to the fantasy of sucking a stranger's cock though a gloryhole - and right now, they were literally faced with the opportunity to bring that fantasy to life. Ryan could see the look on his wife's face; she was a little scared, sure... but she was also very turned on and more than a little curious. No one would ever know. They would never recognize the guy. It was about as perfect and secret of an environment as there could be to explore something like this.

"I think," Ryan started, his voice husky, "that you want to give it a try. I think that you should suck his cock."

Amy's eyes widened. "But..." she protested, "I'm married! I can't just suck a cock that doesn't belong to my husband - let alone some stranger's dick in a porno booth!"

Ran grinned. "Why not? You're married... okay, then. I'm your husband. I give you permission." She looked like she might protest, so he kept talking. "I didn't hear you say that you didn't want to, just that you couldn't. I'm telling you that you can."

She looked back up at him, clearly conflicted. "Are you sure about that? Really? You won't be mad? I would never hurt you!"

Ryan slid down off the bench and hugged his wife close. "Baby," he spoke softly, "I love you so much. I won't be mad, I won't be hurt. We've seen this in porn, we've fantasized; we both would think it was hot. I would think you were incredibly sexy if you tried it."

Something passed over Amy's face, and her expression calmed a little bit. She gave Ryan a kiss and whispered to him, "Thank you."

She moved a couple of feet away, came close to the stranger's penis. Tentatively, Amy stuck her tongue out and licked across the head. A soft moan could be heard from the other side of the wall. She looked back up and flashed a wicked grin at her husband, then enveloped the tool in her mouth. This time, her actions provoked moans from all three of them.

Ryan had half expected his wife to be a little shy, a little tentative to begin with. He assumed that she would get into the fellatio once she got comfortable with the idea of sucking a stranger's cock, but he had figure that it would take a little bit for her to reach that point.

He was quite mistaken.

It seemed that once Amy had finally made up her mind, any possible reservations were pushed to the side. After no more than fifteen seconds of slow movement on the strange penis, she attacked it with gusto. The blonde's eyes were closed in some mixture of concentration of desire as she suddenly kicked her efforts into high gear, sucking up and down on the hard shaft with an intensity that had one clear goal - to extract an ejaculation as quickly as possible from the man on the other side of the wall.

Ryan got to his feet and moved in for a closer look. The moment was so memorable, his beautiful wife sucking some stranger's cock with absolute abandon in the seedy little video booth. The smallest details seemed to leap out at him as he watched while idly stroking his own dick. The hollows in Amy's cheeks as she applied obvious suction to the other man's phallus. The flush on her face. The tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead. The stray freckle on the otherwise milky pale shaft of the cock in her mouth. The yellowish stains of old semen against the white paint that lay beneath the gloryhole itself.

After no more than three or four minutes, there was the sound of two sharp raps against the wall above and to the side of the hole. While Ryan knew of the lore around such knocks, it took him a long moment to process what he was hearing. If Amy made the connection - or even heard the sound - it was impossible to tell, as she continued sucking the stranger's cock like her life depended on it.

Moments later, Ryan heard a muttered curse from the adjacent room and Amy's blue eyes flew open wide. Judging from the look on her face, the first blast of the other man's semen into the back of her throat had caught her completely by surprise. The blonde coughed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but she would not relent - she leaned in until her nose was buried in the gloryhole and she slowed her efforts, giving short little strokes and moaning softly as the other man emptied every bit of his load into the back of her mouth.

When the softening pale cock pulled out of her mouth and through the hole, Amy looked up at her husband with a rueful grin and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "Damn it," she exclaimed softly. "He was so fast, I couldn't get there with him!" It was only then than Ryan processed the fact that Amy's hands had been underneath her dress; she had clearly been rubbing her clit along with her efforts on the other man's dick.

"Thanks," came muffled commentary from the other room. "That was hot as fuck!"

With a glance back at the hole, Amy came to her feet. Her expression was a bit conflicted now; she seemed concerned.

"Are we really okay?" she asked Ryan in a small voice. "I hope I didn't fuck anything up, I..."

Ryan cut her off by pulling her into a hug and whispering in her ear. "Of course we are okay, baby. I encouraged you, didn't I? That was hot as fuck." He pushed back a little and made dirty eye contact. "I love you," he continued. "This is just a little play. Just us living out fantasies that we have both had. Okay?"

Amy's face was one of gratitude and love as she leaned forward to kiss to kiss her husband. He hesitated for the tiniest of instants, but decided that he was being foolish. They shared a passionate kiss, and yes - he could taste semen in her mouth. What of it? Why be a prude now?

Ryan realized that he was still achingly hard; he slipped a hand under Amy's dress to discover that her pussy was an absolute sopping mess. As he began to tease her clit and kiss her again, he saw motion from the corner of his eye - word must have traveled fast, as they already had a new visitor at the hole.

Amy realized that her husband was staring, and she turned her head to see. "Oh," she exclaimed softly.

The newcomer had wasted no time inserting his own cock through the hole. It bore little resemblance to the last one; this penis was already larger than the first one, even though it did not appear to be fully erect quite yet. In addition, this member was coal black, with a dark brownish head.

The blonde realized that she was staring at the new phallus; she tore her gaze away and looked at Ryan. "He's black," she whispered, a bit unnecessarily.

"I know," Ryan replied mildly.

"But I've never. Um. What should I..." she started, but her husband cut her off.

"If we are pushing limits, we may as well really push them," Ryan stated. "We're both still turned on. He is in obvious need of attention. Why not go ahead and mark one more new thing off the list?"

Amy swallowed nervously, glancing back at the hole. "So you think that I should..."

Ryan nodded. "I do. You should suck him, too. I want to see my wife suck a stranger... a black stranger. I want to see him to cum in her mouth. I want her to swallow his semen."

A shiver ran through the blonde's body. "I want that, too," she breathed. She gave Ryan one more quick kiss, then sank back to her knees in front of the hole.

As his wife took the head of the new penis into her mouth, Ryan couldn't help but notice the huge contrast between her ivory complexion and the dark skin of the black man's cock. Her attitude this time around was different, almost bordering on reverence as she slowly moved her head up and down. Her blue eyes were focused on the wall where the man's face would have been were he visible; it seemed as though she were perhaps imagining making eye contact with this new stranger as she serviced him.

But of course, she couldn't see him. This was so much of the thrill of the situation; this was Ryan's high-class wife, this successful professional, this loving mother... here she was, kneeling on the dirty floor in this seedy little shop, sucking the cock of some black dude they had never even seen, let alone met. Amy had always worried about what her parents might think, what her friends might think, what the other parents at the school might think. But here and now, all that mattered was what she, her husband, and this strange black man thought.

And right now, they all thought that the situation was scaldingly hot.

Ryan realized that his wife had picked up her pace. The black man's penis appeared to be fully erect now; by Ryan's best guess, the phallus was a good inch longer than his own, and appeared to be a little thicker, as well... which would make it the largest cock his wife had ever touched. It was definitely too long for her to take all of it into her mouth, at least from this angle; fortunately, the thickness didn't appear to be too much for her to handle. In fact, Amy seemed to be managing it quite well, judging from the small periodic moans she made as she slid her mouth up and down, up and down, over and over the ebony cock.

At some point, Ryan realized that he had been stroking his own dick while watching his wife suck the black stranger. He wasn't sure how long it had gone on; the porn on the screen was long forgotten, nothing but the slurping sounds and the up and down motion of his wife's mouth on this black cock seemed to matter.

There was a knock on the wall. This time, Ryan reacted. "He's about to come," he warned.

Amy cut her eyes at Ryan, made a sound that might have been "mmm-hmm", but could have just been a moan of encouragement. She then focused again on the wall, as if looking up to an imaginary man...

When the black cock erupted, Amy's eyes again flew open wide, but this time, she was prepared. Momentarily, her eyes rolled back in her head, she moaned loudly... and suddenly, Ryan was aware of a spattering sound inside of the room. As his eyes focused on the small puddle of clear liquid beneath Amy's dress, he realized what had happened.

"Holy fucking shit..." Ryan groaned.

Despite the fact that both of her hands were clearly visible, Ryan's wife had just squirted - solely from this black man ejaculating his semen into her mouth. Amy's pussy was literally untouched, but there was no denying the liquid dripping off of the hem of her dress onto the dingy linoleum below. Some part of his brain registered that his wife was moaning as she took long, slow strokes on the dick in her mouth. She was clearly trying to milk every last droplet of semen from that black cock.

Eventually, she stopped moving, though she seemed very reluctant to let the black penis go. Finally, the other man pulled back, and the blonde gave the head one final kiss as the other man's cock was pulled back through the hole.

Amy turned to look at her husband, saw his own hard cock still in his hand, then grinned at him and leaned forward to take it into her mouth. Ryan was unsure if she even got to a third stroke before his own orgasm was exploding with enough force to rip off the end of his dick.