The story was called, "Just a Little Kink" by a couple tag name of Stewartlinda. As I read it, I became wetter and wetter. It was a story about a wife...who has the same oral craving affliction as myself and her husband built her a gloryhole booth in their garage which started the hot true tale.When Philip walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist, I was in full masturbation mode. My laptop was opened between my legs and as I read, my fingers were rubbing my clit like I was trying to. I don't know how long we remained like that, but she eventually slid off me, whispering in my ear, "I have to use the loo." She left a huge void next to me, as she shifted her weight and swung her legs off the bed. I was too drained to open my eyes, but I heard her feet padding across the carpet, and the creak of the closing door. Then came the cute tinkle, and the sounds of water running. When she exited the bathroom, I was still in bed, leaning back on a pillow. I drank. I dint know why had I put this alarm. I went online immediately(I never shut down my laptop) and started my gmail chat. Now I had a link up with priya that wheneva we chat our webcams go on automatically. As soon as I clicked on Priyas account the webcam started and even priyas webcam started and I saw a scene that I was almost broken.I saw that priya was having sex with a professor of our college that too at 8 am in the morning. That’s when I realised that as priya was a bit weak in math her. They were going through what they thought were jeans, but turned out to be overalls, as they heard footsteps on creaking stairs. They turned to see a woman come through an open doorway. She was dressed in a robe."We thought you were open," said Cindy."Don't lock doors in this town," said the woman, yawning. "Who are you?" We're staying at the motel," said Denise.The woman perked up, and frowned. "Oh you're with those men," she said. She examined them, in an obvious manner. "Shouldn't you be.