I quickly undressed and sat down on the couch to play with my cock until he arrived. I knew he would, he just had to.A few minutes later the door ope...ed and he nervously stepped inside. I was caught off guard. There was something about the gloryhole that made it seem okay...like I wasn't having gay sex with a strange man in a sex shop. To have him right tere in the room with me seemed wrong...but apparently the message never made it my cock."Hi," he said softly. "I didn't think you were. He reached over and got the tube and squeezed it into his hand. He then pushed his fingers into my ass again and then he began to lube his cock. I turned my head toward the closet by the bed and watched us in the tall mirror. I was on the bed, with my ass in the air and he was behind me like Roman Stud. He was so young and muscular. His muscles showed and his body was so shiny with the sweat. Suddenly I felt his cock head against me. I am so tight I can’t take a lot of cocks, but this one. ” I didn’t want to admit to her the panic I felt that night over a month ago. “I managed to get through it, but when I got the e-mail that she’d be another two weeks, I couldn’t take it any longer and had to do something.”How did you feel about your wife being a, umm, a prostitute?”I thought about my answer a little but, “I haven’t really thought about it that way. I know that’s true but she’s doing it more because she likes it. She loves romance and being with other men and this was a fantasy. I don't for the life of me remember what the movie was because I was so nervous. By the time the opening credits had finished, Missy and I were holding hands and paying more attention to each other's body language than to the movie playing on the screen. By the end of the second reel, our knees were touching, and I had my arm draped around her shoulder. She leaned in closer to me, and stayed that way until the end of the film. We were still feeling a little tentative, however, which made us sit.