My wife, Jill and I have known Carl and Emma for years. We've gone camping together and, once, the four of us went to a beach resort in Puerto Rico for a vacation.
Jill and I have been married for a little over eleven years and our friends have been married for seven. All of us keep in good shape. My wife is five foot three inches, has nice C-cup breasts and a shapely butt. Emma, by contrast, is five foot ten inches, is thin with A-cup tits and a tight ass. Carl, surprisingly, is shorter than his wife, standing at five foot eight inches and he is rather muscular. I’m six foot and in good shape.
Jill and I have a good sex life. We’ve tried lots of things, but never with anyone else. She keeps her pubis hair trimmed and loves to ride my seven-and-a-half-inch cock. She says it is one the thickest dicks she’s ever had. I love the way Jill sucks my cock and gulps down my cum.
Sex has come up as topic with Carl and Emma every now and then. I learned from Carl that Emma gets really horny when she drinks. Also, Emma is a swallower: “A perfect ten,” according to Carl.
Our lives took an interesting turn on our most recent trip. We traveled to the southern part of the state and stayed in an old motel right off the highway. While not an interstate, the road had a lot of traffic due to its proximity to a large lumber mill and an army base. The town, consequently, was a bit rough-and-tumble, with a definite macho attitude due to its population being mostly young men. However, the surrounding hills were beautiful and full of opportunities for hiking and mountain biking. Those activities drew us to the area.
The motel, while cheap, was clean and secure. It was built in the 1930s, when the highway came in. Although it had been extended and updated, it still had a rustic feeling. It featured many wood-built cabins, one of which we rented. It was charming with high, beamed ceilings and it included a full kitchen and a bathroom that had only a small shower. The owners had updated the wiring, added wifi, and a weird cable TV system that seemed to be a hodgepodge of local access and premium channels.
The two bedrooms were very small: they barely accommodated a full-sized bed. Clearly, the bedrooms had been partitioned off in the original large space of the cabin. The walls between the rooms were merely finished plywood and, on closer inspection, they did not reach the ceiling. We could hear every thing Carl and Emma said and even when they shifted positions in bed. Obviously, they could hear us, too.
We arrived at 9pm on Wednesday. Because we'd eaten on the journey, when we got to the motel we had no reason to leave that evening. The owner was a fount of information about the area, including where we should hike and bike. He said that the best restaurant in the area was four buildings down and he encouraged us to walk as it was easier than trying make turns onto the highway. He also related a few features of the mote,l including the hot tub. Like so much with this old place, it had a unique set up. The tub was indoors in the main building and we had to make a reservation to use it. We promptly booked a half-hour from 10pm.
We went to the cabin and settled. After a couple of glasses of wine, we headed to the hot tub. It was a warm night, temperatures still in the mid-80s, and when we arrived, three men were leaving. The room was twelve by fifteen feet and a converted motel room. Fortunately, it was well ventilated and clean.
We relaxed and talked about the next day. I did notice Carl catching a glance or two at my wife’s big tits. I didn’t mind. When our time was up, we scolded ourselves for not having towels. The owner said we'd need to take them with us. The night heat mostly dried us by the time we got back to the cabin and we all got to sleep quickly.
The next day was beautiful if unseasonably hot. We went for a great, all-day hike that both the guidebooks and the motel owner recommended. The lack of people on the trail and the heat, prompted Carl and I to take off our shirts when we got to some shade. Emma and Jill removed their shirts and hiked in their sports bras. Again, I noticed Carl checking out Jill’s tits. In turn, I looked over Emma’s tight, little ass. Back in our cabin, we took quick showers.
Acting on the hotel owner’s recommendation, we decided to have dinner at the restaurant only a few doors down. It was still warm, and we dressed appropriately. We wore shorts and Jill put on a button-down shirt that she left somewhat unbuttoned. I could clearly see her “valley of interest” as could everyone else, especially when she leaned forward. Emma wore really tight and short shorts, perfectly displaying her shapely butt.
The restaurant was about a quarter of a mile away, five buildings down the road not four. In between the motel and restaurant were an industrial building, a truck stop. and, because it was set back rom the highway, the motel owner failed to mention the fifth building, “The Spice Warehouse.”
I'd seen the sign when we drove in and thought it was some sort of distribution plant for spices. But “The Spice Warehouse” was a combination sex shop and strip club. And it was booming with a full parking lot.
Walking past, Jill giggled, “We should stop in on the way back to get some marital aides.” We all laughed.
The restaurant was quite good. We enjoyed the food and few cocktails. Our conversation roamed but Jill brought back the idea of stopping at “The Spice Warehouse.” We agreed.
Strolling back towards the hotel, I was holding Jill’s hand when she steered me in the direction of the porn shop. I saw a moment’s hesitation from Carl but Emma tugged on his hand and they followed us.
The place was still crowded. Almost all the spots in the parking lot were full, and I noticed a bunch of vehicles parked in an abandoned lot in back. The closer we got, the more I realized that the building was very large. It had a slogan out front: “Put some spice in your life.”
There was one entrance. Inside, we had two choices: to the right was the porn shop and, to the left, was the strip club. That door was guarded by a huge guy. Despite his size, he looked like a nice guy and greeted us with a smile and a nod of his head.
We paused in the entrance, then made our way into the porn shop. I have been in many such establishments before. This was one of the better ones. It had a large selection, was well-lit and, most importantly, was very clean. About a dozen people were shopping. Predictably, most were guys, but there were two couples and two women together.
A polite, middle-aged woman at the counter broke the silence. “Welcome to The Spice Warehouse folks. I’m Marybeth. Let me know if I can help you find anything.”
We thanked her and looked around the store, eventually making our way to the dildos and vibrators. Emma picked up a butt plug, and asked Carl, “Is this the same one I use on you?”
Carl looked embarrassed, but smiled and said, “Yes.”
Emma turned to Jill and announced, “Carl likes it up the butt. I’ve been thinking about getting a bigger butt plug or even a strap-on.” She moved to the strap-ons and picked up one that was about eight inches long and rather thick. “What do think, hon? About right?”
We laughed and Carl smiled. “Looks good,” he said.
Emma asked my wife, “How about one for you guys?”
Jill said, “Nah. Ken never has shown an interest. He likes the concept of chastity cages but he is too chicken to buy one so that we can experiment.”
“Really?” asked Emma. “What’s that all about?”
“Ben wants me to lock up his cock then tease him. He is totally into humiliation.”
I flushed with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe my wife would tell my friends my sexual fantasies. All three looked at me and I could only smile and nod my head. More laughter.
Eventually, Carl and I wandered toward the magazines and movies. I watched the women out of the corner of my eye. They were having fun. They would pick up a dildo and whisper back and forth to each other then laugh. I noticed several of the other patrons checking out our wives, too. At one point, the two women who were together started talking to Emma and Jill. More giggles and one of the other women pointed to a set of curtains that I had failed to notice before then. Above it was a sign: “Video preview booths.”
I knew exactly what was behind the curtains—rows of booths showing porn films. I had visited a few and always found them exciting. Once, I had encountered a gloryhole in a booth. At the time, I was ignorant as to what a hole was doing in a wall of the booth. A finger had come through the hole and then a voice told me to stick my cock through to the other booth. I did as I was told and received a fantastic blowjob. Gloryholes remained a secret obsession of mine; one I had never told Jill.
We all were still a little tipsy, and I knew that Emma was horny. So it did not surprise me when our wives came over and asked if we’d like to see a movie. Carl and I readily agreed. I knew the routine, so I went over to the counter. Marybeth sold me $20 worth of tokens. In a hush, I asked her if any of the booths had gloryholes. She gave me a big smile and said we should go to number seven, on the right.
I gave everyone $5 worth of tokens. Emma and Jill asked what they were for and I explained they were needed to feed the machines in the booths. The booths had TV screens showing a number of different movies.
Suddenly, the women started to get cold feet. I explained that they would be perfectly safe. Given how clean the store was, I told them that the booths would be nice. They agreed to check things out.
I led the way into what turned out to be a long hall. The entrance brought us to the center of the hall. Checking both ways, I noticed a good number of men hanging out to the left. Towards the right, I saw a woman chatting with two big, black guys. There we booths on either side of the corridor. Lights above the booths indicated whether they were in use or not.
Walking down the right half of the corridor, we passed a few empty booths until we got to the middle and booth number seven. Fortunately, it was empty, as were booths six, eight, and nine. I opened the door to reveal a very clean and nice, albeit small, booth. It did not smell. It had a fold-down bench. On the wall was a box of tissues and, in the corner, a waste bin. And there were gloryholes on each side wall. I plunked a token in the machine and showed everyone how to change channels.
Emma turned to Jill and said, “You stay here with me so we can get ideas about later.” She giggled.
I pointed out the lock on the door and told everyone that, as long as they kept the machine running with tokens, no one would bug them.
Emma seemed visibly excited about the whole concept.
I added, “We’ll be on either side of you. Carl will be over here.” I touched the right wall. “And I’ll be over here.” I touched the left wall.
The women urged me to leave and quickly locked the door. Despite the noise of the video playing, I could clearly hear them talking.
Emma said, “This is so exciting. I am so wet right now.”
Carl turned to go to his booth when I grabbed him and said, “Let’s switch booths. It’ll be fun.”
He paused.
“The women will never know," I persisted. "We just have to make sure we’re out of our booths before they are.”
He nodded okay.
I added, “When you see they are going to leave, get out quick,” and I entered the booth to the right of the women.
The booth was quite small, maybe only three feet wide. Plenty of room for one person, but I figured the women were packed in tight. I fed a token into the machine and it started up. I turned the volume down to a tolerable level so that I could hear what was going on next door.
The gloryhole was at waist height and a little forward from the middle of the wall. I noticed a second hole on the wall between me and the wives; it was quite small and at eye level. I pressed my eye against it and could see most of what was going on next door. The gloryhole to Carl’s booth was not in line with mine, it was a little backward.
Sitting on the bench, I could peer into Emma and Jill’s booth and see what they were watching. They changed the channels a lot until they stopped on a movie that was just beginning. I changed channel to the same one. The synced sound made it easier to listen the women’s conversation.
The movie was a fake documentary called, “Eat the Seed.” It started with an older, but beautiful “doctor” sitting in a lab. She explained, “For thousands of years, semen, or sperm or the seed, has been proven to have an aphrodisiac effect on women and men. New studies, conducted in our labs, are proving that ‘eating the seed’ is actually good for your body.”
The screen split into two parts. The “doctor” remained as a talking head in a bubble in one corner of the screen, while pornographic images made up the rest. This movie was unlike any porno I had seen before.
Most of scenes were filmed in the “lab.” The people involved, while good looking, were a variety of ages and body types. Scene after scene showed men ejaculating into women’s mouths, while the “doctor” talked about all the good health effects. She said they had done a controlled study of 1,000 women over five years. A quarter of the women swallowed a load of sperm only once a month. A quarter did it once a week. Another quarter did it once a day. The last quarter did it three times a day. The doctor also mentioned they had a group of 1,000 who did not eat any seed for a year.
Cum shot after cum shot played on the screen while the doctor spoke. “What surprised our team was how much healthier the women who ingested the most seed were. We saw dramatic improvements in blood pressure, cholesterol, skin tone and, sometimes, weight.”
I was really horny. All the cum shots made my dick as stiff as a board. I pulled it out of my pants and slowly stroked it. I knew I was going to get laid later, but I was worked up.
I overheard Jill say, “Wow, I like swallowing cum, but I didn’t know it could be healthy for me.”
Emma said, “I wonder if my doctor can write me a prescription for it.”
The movie next cut to interviews of women on the street. I thought the women were actors but the movie made it seem authentic. Each woman was asked if they “eat the seed.” All did. What I found fascinating was the variety of women they interviewed. There were some 20-somethings, a lot of women in their 40s and some in their 60s.
One group was obviously a daughter-mother-grandmother type. The younger two stood in shock when the grandmother said, “Oh, of course I do. I have ever since I knew how. My grandmother told me about and how good it was for me. I have had two doses a day for many decades.
"When my husband isn’t around, I can usually get a nice mouthful from the guys who take care of my lawn. They're always up for a blowjob. I think swallowing sperm has really helped me remain in great shape.”
After a few more interviews, “doctor” returned to the screen. “The truly astounding part of our study is that swallowing sperm is not just beneficial to women; it helps out men, too. We added gay men to our study after a few years. Their lab results issued very similar findings compared to women.”
The screen again split.