Then she'd surrendered to herself as well as to him.The grinding of his groin against hers, the pulsation of his sex within hers, had swept her up. He... pulsations were luscious, they were frightening, they were nearly pain. And then they were over.She was gasping for breath, each gasp lifting a weight greater than her own. She was a little sore on the insides of her thighs and a little more sore on her vulva. She knew that she was dripping onto the sheets, and that it was going to soak in. I asked what had caused the scene. Clive explained that the row had been brewing for a while. It soon became clear that the two of them were unhappy with the sex life that they shared. Jane wanted to experiment, but Clive was not sure. I explained to Clive about our lifestyle; to say he was shocked was an understatement. Clive wanted to listen, and I told him all about the adventures that we had experienced and were still experiencing.Meanwhile, Jaq was having a similar conversation with Jane. This just made my cunt tingle. You may wonder how a normal suburban housewife got into doing gloryholes? It all started for me in high school on a dare. It was my final year of high school and me and my two best friends were driving around evening with nothing to do. We passed by this adult bookstore and decided to go in and see what it was like. We were checking it out and made our way to one of the booths and paid our money and went in. A movie started to play and we were having a good time. She reached under the front and pulled the bra out, dropping it on the floor. “I’m guessing you like this better,” she commented coyly, looking from one to the other.“I'll bet you're still wearing panties,” snipped Blake.“Yep, and they're staying on,” Charlene replied defiantly. “I might have gone topless on more than one occasion, but I’ve only gone commando one time, and there is no way I am going to the mall in a skirt this short, and not be wearing panties.”“You have though, gone without.