Each time he thrust into me it seemed to go deeper. Each time he withdrew it was a long slow exciting feeling while I anticipated the next thrust. His...breathing was getting quickly and his grip on my hips stronger. He was enjoying this as much as me! His pace quickened, then slowed and then quickened again. He was trying to make it last, trying not to come too soon. I was enjoying this immensely! The shape and size of him, the way he was fucking me and the feel of my garters slipping across my. ..... this is a true story of me exploring my sexuality after years of frustration and wondering. I was early 40's long term married guy. I had a decent sex life at home, not brilliant but she never said no. I introduced her to vibrators and dildos and generally she let me do whatever I wanted to her. She just never took the lead. About 3 months earlier I had the opportunity to work away from home. It meant spending about 4 nights a week in hotel rooms. Now, I had not been faithful to the wife. ?Hi, I?m Karla,? she announced to the pair of newcomers. ?I?m 35 and Iworked with Helga for a year in her New York dungeon she?s no doubt told youabout. Pleased to meet you ? oh, I?m English, by the way.? As if you couldn?t tell, though Lauren, the dark-haired beauty?s accentwas even posher than Fenella?s. ?And this is Patricia, our Mistress of Ceremonies,? said Helga. ?Sheorganises public floggings, punishment games, things to spice up your idleafternoons when you?ve run out of ideas ? that?s. The remaining guy scampered into the empty booth. Booth #4 opened and its occupant left. Thomas was getting it from both sides. I entered the booth #4. After putting tokens in the machine, I pulled out my cock and looked through the gloryhole. I was very surprised to see that “Thomas” was Marc, Cynthia’s husband. I was turned on more than ever. The movie playing in his booth was one about blowjobs, but Marc wasn’t watching it. Instead, his bobbed up and down on his neighbor’s cock. Remembering.