"GloryHole" is a quasi-prelude to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" series, but can be read as a standalone. This story is the first idea I ever had for Literotica, and I hope you enjoy it.

-Syzoth

*

Amanda and I recently celebrated our 9^th wedding anniversary, and it's easily been the greatest 9 years of my life. I adore the ground that she walks on and love her more than life itself.

It's not an exaggeration to state that Amanda is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Standing at 5'6", she possesses silky straight black hair that flows to her hips. Yoga, regular gym workouts, and running 10+ miles every week bestowed an athletic physique onto her, including a V-shaped upper torso, toned arms and legs, and killer abs, but doesn't detract from her feminine curves. Men---and many women--- are instantly mesmerized by her perfect 34C breasts and incredible, sculpted ass. Her brown, slightly almond-shaped eyes give her a decidedly exotic countenance. However, Amanda's adorable freckles are perhaps her sexiest trait of all.

But her physical attributes pale in comparison to her intelligence and compassion.

Before we married, Amanda and I were completely different people. From a physical standpoint, my future wife was still stunningly beautiful and equally kindhearted back then although she wasn't quite the exercise fanatic that she is now. Nowadays, she looks like a fitness model, but she was quite slim with approximately 15lbs less muscle almost a decade ago. Currently 31, Amanda still gets carded whenever we go out, but when she was 22 she was always mistaken for a teenager.

Of course, Amanda still possessed her perfect tits and incredible ass even back then!

We were so much more innocent in our younger days.

Unbelievably, I was the first man Amanda ever slept with. That's still difficult for me to fathom since she could've had any man at any point in time, but we didn't experience our first moment of intimacy until we dated for six months. She was so inexperienced, and being the first to be with her left me with a strange sense of guilt as well as with a profound, endless joy.

Over the years, my wife became progressively more adventuresome in bed yet the sex was still relatively tame. We generally stuck to traditional missionary, but if Amanda was feeling especially daring then she'd allow me to penetrate her from behind doggy-style. I always longed to fuck her in more creative and acrobatic ways, but never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable.

Adding to the mild disappointment that I kept secret, though Amanda could suck cock like a porn star, she was unwilling to swallow. In fact, she wouldn't allow my cum anywhere above her neck--- in her mouth, on her face, and definitely not in her hair. I sarcastically referred to this area as her "No Fly Zone". But Amanda typically finished my blowjobs by jacking me off on her chest, and the sight of her amazing tits glazed with my semen was more than an adequate consolation prize.

Furthermore, as much as I begged Amanda for anal sex, she would always crinkle her nose at the mere mention. Along with those aforementioned breasts, my wife possessed an incredible ass, and it's with no shame that I admit that I've been wanting to nail it ever since I laid eyes on it.

There were other, more sexually deviant acts that I wanted to perform on Amanda, but I kept them all to myself to be the straight-laced husband whom she desired.

I never blamed Amanda for been so conservative; hell, it took five dates for our first kiss! But my wife was so pure, and I adored her for who and what she was. She was perfect in every way, and I didn't want to change a single thing about her.

But things did change.

For the past several years, we happily enjoyed an open marriage, and invited so many people into our bed--- sometimes separately, sometimes together--- that we lost count [refers to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" series]! Most people would never be able to understand, but it expanded our horizons and strengthened our marriage to the point where it was now unbreakable. Equally as important, it allowed Amanda to experience pleasures in ways that I, her husband and a mere single man, couldn't give her. Along with her personal safety, nothing was more important to me than her happiness.

Even if that meant allowing her to sleep with other people.

Though we didn't start enjoying an open marriage until fairly recently, the seeds were planted almost a decade ago.

And I still shiver when I recall the turning point.

9 years ago...

*

My newlywed wife Amanda and I strolled hand-in-hand down the sidewalk of Amsterdam.

We had flown out of Center City immediately after our wedding, and landed in our honeymoon spot only few short hours ago. We were jetlagged but too excited to nap or remain in the hotel room. My gorgeous wife was a hands-on sort of person, so we didn't bother booking any tours. After a quick fuck followed by a romantic bath together, we got dressed and ventured into the city on our own.

Amanda was an art aficionado and couldn't wait to visit the Van Gogh Museum or the Rijksmuseum. She was as open-minded and intelligent as she was beautiful, and loved all things that pertained to foreign cultures. So as we strolled through the city, my wife admired the antiquated architecture, including the stepped gable facades and Gothic style of the surrounding buildings.

Further away from the hotel and the heart of the city, we came across a several canals interconnected by a network of beautiful bridges. The buildings above the canals were impressive looking rowhomes that appeared fit for royalty. Together, it provided an extremely romantic vibe.

As Amanda and I passed this section of the city, however, the area became gradually seedier, and by pure happenstance, we entered an area that Amsterdam, along with its canals and museums, was renowned for.

The Red Light District.

We unexpectedly found ourselves in a place where half-naked women were gyrating in large, storefront windows that were outlined in rose-colored neon lights. Sex shops, porn theaters, and legal brothels were everywhere now, and the number of people around us exploded exponentially.

I looked nervously at my prudish wife. However, her head was on a swivel as she soaked in all the lascivious sights and sounds with a look of wonder.

"Mandy, are you ok?"

"Of course, babe. This place is amazing!"

I wasn't that expecting that response.

She pointed at a store that was selling exotic lingerie, evil-looking sex toys, and pornographic videos that was borderline illegal in the United States. "Let's check this place out."

Did my sweet and innocent wife actually want to venture into a sex shop? I couldn't hide my surprise. "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Then she threw me a wicked expression that I had never seen before. "Maybe we can find some toys to play with later."

*

We were giggling like children as we hurried out of the sex shop. I carried a small brown paper bag that contained our purchase, and tucked it away in my pocket.

"I can't wait to use this on you," Amanda murmured in my ear.

I was instantly hard.

We continued down the crowded sidewalk and intended to double back at the next intersection when the sound of loud music assailed our ears. Soon, we noticed several nightclubs that had just opened for business. The sun had barely begun to set, and the nightclubs were only sparsely populated. But off to the side, we noticed people lining up in a nondescript alleyway. In fact, the line was so long that it snaked for 2 blocks, and there was nothing to indicate what they were waiting for.

Amanda pointed. "Where do you think they're going?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

She pursed her lips in thought, and that was an expression I had seen countless times before. "Hmmm... no signs.... no one handing out flyers... the other clubs are dead, but this one already has a line a mile long. And it's in a dark and creepy alley." Amanda grinned. "Come on, let's go!"

My prim and proper wife was full of surprises today. "Um, Mandy. You know these people are probably trying to get into some weird club where they torture all the patrons, right?" I was only half-joking.

Amanda laughed, and it was a reassuring sound. "Babe, haven't you ever wanted to be daring? We're thousands of miles away from home. If we're ever going to try something crazy and spontaneous, now is the time!"

*

Amanda and I ventured into the dark alley.

The front of the line ended at 2 large cellars doors, and it was difficult to determine what lay below. Manning the entrance to this mysterious place were two bouncers who resembled--- at least in my opinion--- stereotypical European gangsters from a movie: they were large and muscular, tattooed, pale-skinned with bald heads, and dressed in dark gray slacks and black leather jackets.

Amanda approached them to get a better look, and I trailed somewhat uneasily.

As we drew closer, the bouncers weren't simply admitting whoever was first in line, but screening them carefully. And their criteria was fairly obvious: perhaps 7 out of every 10 people whom they granted entry were young, attractive females; the men who were allowed inside ranged from young to extremely old, but they were all well-groomed and extremely well-dressed.

The people entering the building were from all nationalities.

One of the bouncers pointed to someone in the crowd, and gestured to the cellar doors with a curt motion of his head. Immediately, an old man wearing headgear that resembled a turban exited the line. His tan, weathered skin contrasted sharply with his bushy white beard. He suddenly stepped aside, and his companion appeared from the crowd. Like the man, she appeared Indian or Middle Eastern, but was perhaps 4 decades younger with even darker skin. However, while the man wore what appeared to be some sort of cultural outfit, the woman wear a short, blood-red cocktail dress that fit her lithe body like a glove, highlighting her long arms and legs. She had thick, lined eyebrows and long black silky hair with chiseled facial features that were perfect. I estimated that she stood at least 6'2" and was already 6 inches taller than the older man, but with her heels she absolutely towered over him.

The exotic-looking woman was absolutely beautiful.

Together, she and the old man disappeared down the cellar doors.

One of the bouncers--- the larger and more evil-looking of the two--- suddenly glanced in our direction. Amanda and I instantly recoiled, both of us assuming that we were about to get admonished.

But to my surprise, he pointed at my wife and then at the cellar doors!

As Amanda and I stared at each other, the bouncer gestured again; this time, more impatiently.

"What is this place?" I asked.

The men looked at each other and snickered, but didn't respond.

"Let's go," she urged. "I wanna see what's inside!" I wasn't about to disappoint my new wife, the love of my life, so I nodded, gripped her hand tightly and moved forward. Everyone waiting in line glared at us jealously.

As I came to the cellar doors, I stared down. There were metal stairs that descended into darkness. I was about to lead Amanda down when the other bouncer placed his palm squarely on my chest; his arm was immovable.

In broken English, he stated, "She goes. You stay."

I was about to argue, but Amanda interjected, "He's with me." She then made a gesture indicated that we were together. The bouncers studied Amanda for an exorbitant amount of time, then looked at each other again before nodding.

They hastily waved us through, and we descended into darkness.

The stairs ended in a dark tunnel. The air was heavy and musty, making it difficult to breathe, and it was silent except for the echo of our footsteps. The tunnel ran for about a hundred feet and was lit by tiny lights spread in intervals that made the distance appear even longer. However, at the end of the tunnel was a bright light and metal door manned by another menacing-looking bouncer.

Trying push my growing unease aside, Amanda and I approached him.

The man commanded us harshly, "Hands up."

We complied, and he hastily frisked me first. But when the bouncer turned to Amanda, he deliberately took his time, his large hands heavy on her body as he groped her breasts and ass, and between her thighs... all under the pretense of searching her for concealed weapons, of course.

The man's touch was inappropriate and invasive, but strangely sensual...

... and why was I experiencing a pleasant throbbing between my legs as I watched?

To Amanda's credit, she stood proudly and didn't flinch while practically being molested. When the bouncer finally finished, he opened the door and gave her a final, sinister leer as he let us through.

*

Immediately, Amanda and I were bombarded by a deluge to our senses.

The heavy bass of trance music reverberated in our skulls, and the stench of sweat, alcohol, and other things that we preferred to leave unknown assailed our nostrils. But it was the stimulation to our sense of sight that nearly floored us.

The interior of the club was comparable to the size of an enormous warehouse. A large square bar was positioned directly in the center, with each side long enough to accommodate 5 bartenders. Even more remarkable was the sea of bodies that packed the entire area, shifting as one large mass without detail or distinction. While the interior was not overly bright, my eyes still teared as they adjusted to the light. Large, elegant chandeliers hung down from the cavernous ceiling, and interspersed among them were large circular structures that resembled metal globes.

It took me a moment to realize that these globes were actually cages.

There were 10 of them hanging at irregular intervals throughout the vast hall. And inside each of them were men and women gyrating to the trancelike music. These people were dressed in what I could best describe as BDSM outfits: leather lingerie, corsets, fishnet stockings, chains and chokers, harnesses, cuffs, and other exotic items that I couldn't even begin to describe.

One caged man, a tall muscular AA built like a god, wore a tiny thong and a blonde wig. Unlike the others, he wasn't dancing, but merely whipped himself with a cat-o-nine tails.

"What the fuck?" I muttered.

Someone suddenly bumped into me. When I turned, I came face to face to with a beautiful blonde who was roughly my height. Her hair was long and curly, and she possessed full lips with black lipstick, and deep blue, mirthful eyes with black eyeshadow that gave her a decidedly Gothic flair. She wore a barbell in one eyebrow and sported a tongue ring, and a thin chain connected the piercing in her left earlobe to the one in her nasal septum.

The blonde was also naked from the waist up, clad in black crotchless panties with matching stockings and evil-looking thigh-high stiletto boots.

Behind the woman was her male companion. He was dressed a full latex bodysuit with a mask that covered his entire head save for 2 small holes for his nostrils and an opening for his mouth, which was stuffed with a red ball gag. His body was slender, almost feminine, and I wouldn't have even known he was a man were it not for the penis that jutted out from a hole in the crotch.

The man obviously couldn't see and his wrists were handcuffed behind his back, so the blonde was leading him by his huge erection.

"Verzeihung." Though there was a naturally harsh inflection, the blonde's tone was surprisingly polite. However, I merely gaped at her and tried not to stare at her outfit... or her magnificent breasts.

The woman repeated the word, but when Amanda and I didn't respond again, she simply laughed and dragged her companion away.

We stared at them as they melted into the crowd.

"I think we've entered the twilight zone," my wife muttered, and she instinctively gripped my hand tighter.

I tried to make light of the situation. "See, Mandy? I told you this was the type of club where they torture everyone!"

Her eyes involuntarily drifted back to the man who was whipping himself. "Indeed."

"Come one, let's get the hell out of here."

I started to turn, but Amanda stood rooted in place. "Let's look around," she suggested.

I was shocked; this contradicted her prudish personality. "Are you sure?"

Amanda nodded and grinned once more.

*

Before we could go any further, a bouncer dressed in a skintight black t-shirt and black slacks guided us to a coat check. We had to relinquish our cellphones as there were no calls or pictures allowed in the club. My wife thought nothing of it but it left me slightly apprehensive.

At first, since everyone appeared nicely dressed, we thought the blonde and her mysterious companion were an aberration. However, as Amanda and I pushed our way through the crowd, we began noticing more and more people dressed in wild BDSM attire.

Ahead of us, a beautiful Asian woman wearing an elegant black dress and high heels was dragging a chain. 2 men and 1 woman, all naked except for diapers, crawled behind their mistress on their hands and knees, each one connected to the chain by a shackle around their necks.

To our right, 3 petite girls dresses as fairies, wearing wings and carrying wands with glittered sprinkled all over their lithe bodies, were hugging each other and engaged in a three-way kiss.

To our left, a man wearing a brown leather loincloth and a strange-looking harness across his chest strutted confidently through the crowd. Like the blonde's companion earlier, he also wore a ball gag, but this one had a huge dildo protruding from in.

Amanda took it all in curiously.

Getting relentlessly jostled by the throng of partygoers quickly got old, however, and we retreated to a dark corner of the club, where we were somehow fortunate enough to find an unoccupied cushioned bench. Amanda and I gladly sat down, and she continued to study the people around us. My wife was inquisitive by nature and particularly enjoyed observing human interactions.

An attractive couple suddenly plopped themselves down next to us. The man wore a suit with his tie loosened and shirt partially unbuttoned while the woman wore an elegant dress. I was about to greet them politely, but they paid us no attention as they started to make out like horny teenagers.

"Oh," Amanda murmured in embarrassed.

I was sitting less than 6 inches away from them. The woman was straddling her man as they continued to kiss. But then she slowly slunk onto her knees and spread his legs apart. I wasn't entirely sure what was transpiring until she unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and began to enthusiastically give him a blowjob.

The man threw his head back and moaned loudly as the woman bobbed her head furiously. She was sucking him so loudly and zealously that it was as if a real life porno video was unfolding before us. And it was very difficult to look away.

A sudden touch startled me as Amanda, who was sitting on the other side of me, stood up and sat across my lap so she could join me in watching the couple. There was a mixture of amusement, curiosity, and shock etched on her face.

My wife then turned to me, and stared deeply into my eyes. For the billionth time, I was awestruck by her flawless beauty and her adorable freckles, which I considered her sexiest physical trait despite her perfect 34C breasts and amazing ass. I fiercely pulled her towards me and we kissed passionately, and everything around us seemed to melt away.

Amanda tasted so good... she felt so good...

We made out next to the couple, who were still going at it energetically. The woman suddenly murmured and gurgled as she pressed her face forward into her man's crotch, effectively deepthroating him. As the angle of her head changed, her long hair cascaded over her face.
To my dismay, Amanda disengaged from our kiss to turn and once again observe our neighbors from my lap. My hands explored her body as we watched them together. Suddenly, my wife reached out to gather the woman's hair into a ponytail, clearing her face so we could view the man's penis sliding in and out of her mouth.

Stunned, I could only watch as the stranger purred her thanks before slurping and swallowing once more. But Amanda was unfazed and continued to hold the woman's hair, going so far as to even guide her head up and down the length of the man's erection!

"Mandy, what are you doing?" I demanded in a strangled tone.

Before she could reply, however, the man opened his eyes and took note of the situation. Then he looked at Amanda and smiled. "Hey, you're very beautiful." He spoke with an accent that I couldn't place. As if he were discussing the weather or what vegetables to buy at the grocery store, he added conversationally, "Would you suck my cock?" That surprised Amanda. But the man looked at me hopefully and continued, "Maybe we can trade for a bit?"

With the erection still wedged down her throat, the woman looked at us from her knees and murmured in encouragement. I instantly felt shame at my immediate arousal, which pressed against my wife's bottom as she remained on my lap. I became furious at myself and at the strangers.

How dare they? And what was this guy thinking to even suggest something like this to us... to my wife? I was about to respond with a hot retort, maybe even start a fight with this idiot. But then I realized that Amanda hadn't reacted, hadn't even moved on my lap.

And her silence was deafening.

"Mandy?" My voice was uncertain. She looked at me, her neutral expression unwilling to betray what she was thinking, and I was suddenly fearful.

Perhaps I was wrong and my wife was pondering something else, or perhaps it was because she saw my panic; whatever the reason, Amanda suddenly stood up, took my hand, and led me away without comment. I ventured a look back to discover that the man had already closed his eyes and thrown his head back, a look of ecstasy reappearing on his face as the woman's head continued to bob his legs, his proposition to us already forgotten.

As we rejoined the writhing mass of oddly dressed people wandering about, I realized 2 cold hard facts: Amanda had noticed my excited reaction when the man offered his partner to me.

And Amanda was willing to suck his cock.

*

"Babe, are you ok?" my wife asked a moment later.

"Yeah. That was just really fucked up back there."

Amanda chuckled and spread her hands, indicating all around us. "This whole place is really fucked up." But her tone indicated that she meant that as a positive.

I pointed behind her. "What's that?"

She turned to look. A small wooden booth manned by a thin, white-haired woman who appeared old enough to be my great-grandmother was set against the wall, and next to it was a nondescript door. It hadn't opened since I noticed it.

Amanda looked back at me and grinned; she was impossibly even more beautiful whenever she smiled. "Only one way to find out!" was her mischievous, enthusiastic response. I desperately wanted to discuss what had just transpired between us and the passionate couple, but my wife quickly made a beeline for the booth.

I groaned inwardly and hurried after her.

The old woman regarded me stoically as we approached, but the corners of her mouth rose in a faint smile when she noticed Amanda. "Well, hello there, you pretty young thing."

My wife smiled in genuine appreciation then cocked her head as she processed the Southern drawl. "You're from the States?"

"Alabama, originally."

"You're far from home," I noted glibly.

"So are you." I wasn't sure if her ominous tone was just my imagination.

Amanda asked pleasantly, "We were wondering what this booth is for?"

The crone pursed her lips as she studied us, but she mainly focused on my wife. Finally, she informed us, "The door leads to the VIP section of the club. I'll let you in for free." Then she pointed a gnarled finger at me. "But he'll have to pay."

"How much?" Amanda asked.

Our jaws dropped when we heard the answer, and I swore out loud. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I exploded. "Nothing behind this door is worth that kind of money!"

But the old woman's cool expression never wavered. "I can't tell you what it is. But I do know, just by looking at your sweet, sweet faces, that it's something neither of you have ever seen nor experienced before. And I promise you, it'll be something that you'll never forget."

I was about to make an extremely rude comment when Amanda quickly interjected, "Can we pay by credit card?"

"Of course."

"Mandy!" I gasped.

"Remember when we talked about doing something crazy and spontaneous? I think this is it."

My disbelief was only matched by my growing sense of dread. "I thought just entering this club was 'crazy and spontaneous'?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Do you love me?"

"That's not fair!" I sighed in defeat. "Of course I do. More than life itself."

"Then let's do this."

Swallowing hard and trying to remain calm, I nodded and reached for my wallet. Reluctantly, I handed my credit card to the old woman. She ran it and handed it back to me. "You'll have the time of your lives," she told us, "and neither of you will ever be the same again."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded harshly.

But the crone ignored me as she exited the booth. In her hands was a Polaroid camera. "Smile," she told Amanda. My wife beamed her brightest smile as her picture was taken; once again, the woman didn't even bother with me. The old-school camera quickly printed the picture, and the woman handed it to Amanda. "Compliments of the house."

Amanda thanked the old woman and tucked the picture into her purse. I had to admit, it was probably one of my wife's best... and my wife never took a bad picture.

"You're going to be a star down there," the crone told Amanda.

That piqued my curiosity. "What do you mean---"

But she pulled out a key from her pocket, turned, and unlocked the door. When she opened it, another dark stairwell yawned before us. Amanda and I started to walk through. "I'll have to lock this door after you," the old woman informed us. "But don't worry, there's an exit on the other side."

My wife smile and nodded, which was in stark contrast to the alarms sounding in my head. Feeling helpless, even emasculated, I followed Amanda further into the unknown.

The crone slowly closed the door and locked it behind us, but not before I noticed a look of sorrow flash across her withered face.

*

Amanda and I had only descended two flights of stairs when we came to a halt. On the next landing, two naked figures were chained to the metal railing by their wrists and neck as they knelt awkwardly. One was a female who appeared so young that she shouldn't be here while the male appeared old enough to be her father. Oddly, they did look related.

Another man towered over the girl. He, too, was naked, saved for a mask and was practically crushing her head between his large hands as he skull-fucked her brutally. The other man could only watched helplessly.

Amanda and I froze, afraid to interrupt or even approach.

But the older man who was chained laughed as he saw our horrified expression. "Hey, buddy," he taunted me in an accented voice. "You wanna throat-fuck my daughter when he's done?"

The young girl was extremely attractive, and in another time and place I would've considered his generous offer. But here, in this reality, I fought back revulsion. "Uh, no thanks."

The masked man then pulled out of the girl's mouth and slapped her with his engorged, dripping cock that left trails of slime behind. Turning to the other man who I couldn't bring myself to believe was truly her father, he struck him hard across the face with an open fist.

Amanda's hand flew up to her mouth in stunned disbelief. But the girl cackled and licked her wet lips clean. "Let me taste your pussy," she said to Amanda.

I grabbed my wife and hurried past them.

"Is that your husband, honey? Feed me his cock! I want to kiss you after he cums in my mouth. Please, daddy, can I play with them?"

Her mocking laughter followed us all the way down the stairs.

*

The stairwell eventually emptied into a large room with a bar. It was only a fraction of the size of the main hall but was still fairly spacious. Whereas over 300 people were clustered upstairs, perhaps 50 were milling around this bar casually drinking. I surveyed them and swiftly arrived at the conclusion that they fell into 2 categories: those who were formally attired in suits and dresses, and half who were somewhat appropriately wearing gruesome-looking BDSM outfits.

Amanda and I fell in neither group, as we were simply dressed in shorts and t-shirts, looking like the tourists that we were. Trying to act inconspicuous, I calmly ordered my usual drink. The smell of alcohol was overpowering as even as the bartender handed me the cup. I sipped it, grimaced at the unusual bitter aftertaste, and immediately experienced a massive head rush.

"Shit, this stuff is strong!" I tried to blink away the wooziness. Amanda didn't comment but was fixated on something on the opposite side of the room.

I followed her gaze. On the far wall were 6 medieval torture devices called pillories which consisted of 2 hinged wooden boards, the lower one which was stationary and erected on a steel post. Three holes were cut into the boards, the center hole much wider than the outer two.

Each pillory contained an occupant: 3 women and 3 men whose necks and wrists were secured in the cutouts. The "prisoners" were different heights, so each one had to contend with a different level of discomfort. One woman who was barely 5ft tall struggled pathetically to remain on her tiptoes; the tallest of the group, an African man who was well over 6'6" was bent awkwardly at the waist. They were all naked from the waist down and each wore a blindfold.

A large group had gathered around the pillories. Some people were merely humiliating the helpless prisoners with verbal insults. Others, however, were doling out physical punishment. One fair-skinned man who was wearing shoulder pads adorned with spikes was spanking the tall African man repeatedly, and hard enough that Amanda and I winced with each impact despite the fact that we were on the other side of the room. One woman was "only" simultaneously getting groped by another woman while being tickled by a man using a large peacock feather.

But it was what the other four prisoners were experiencing that really caught my attention.

They were being mercilessly penetrated from behind. Surprisingly, the people doing the penetrating were both men and women. Of the 4 remaining people locked in the pillories, one woman was being speared by a man while the other female was being penetrated by another woman, who looked more like a man and wore a strap-on dildo. The other 2 male prisoners were experiencing the same fate as well: a man and a woman were ravaging them from behind. As all of this was occurring, some people in the room stopped to watch but most walked by without a second glance.

"Come on," Amanda told me in a conversational tone. "Let check out what's over there." She indicated a hallway off to the side.

"Mandy, how can be so calm? You're seeing what I'm seeing, right?" My head was spinning, but I was determined to keep my wits.

"Relax, babe," she replied soothingly. "Everyone is here by their own free will. I mean, I'd be more surprised if we didn't see kinky stuff in a sex club."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my prim and proper wife. But she did have a point, though I remained partially unconvinced as I watched one of the women who was getting fucked like a dog now being slapped across the face by a new participant. "I don't know. That looks pretty brutal."

"That father and daughter in the stairwell: you thought they were in trouble just like I did at first, right?"

I sighed. My wife was as intelligent and insightful as she was kind and beautiful, and she never ceased to amaze me. How could I be so lucky as to have married her? "Ok, you win."

Between Amanda's laugh and the powerful alcohol, everything suddenly didn't seem so frightening anymore. "Come on, babe. Let's what else this place has to offer."

*

"What do you mean, I can't go with her? She's my wife!" Despite the fact that this bouncer was HUGE and could pummel me into submission on a normal day with one arm tied behind his back, my rage was a more than adequate equalizer. Not to mention, I was feeling progressively more buzzed.

The large man actually help up his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm not saying that you can't go with her," he explained to us in perfect English and in a surprisingly patient tone. "All I'm saying is that if you want to stay with your wife, then you both can't go in. Like the sign says, ladies only."

The bouncer was seated on a wooden stool, and on either side of him was a door. The left one was adorned with signs that read "Ladies Only" in various languages and, similarly, the right door stated "Men Only". Behind us, a line was beginning to form, but I didn't care. My wife wanted to satiate her curiosity, but there was no way I was going to let her venture anywhere in this club without me.

"Will you excuse us for a moment?" Amanda asked. The bouncer merely shrugged and made a shooing motion with his hand. We moved off to the side.

"Mandy, you're insane if you think I'm letting you go anywhere alone in this nuthouse!"

"Babe, I'm a big girl. And stop being such a pussy! This club isn't as scary or dangerous as you think it is."

What had gotten into my wife? Amanda wasn't just a prude, she was also typically very conservative and rational, neither of which I thought applied to her at the moment.

"Look, I get it. People here are into some crazy shit. And they're all probably having the time of their lives. But that doesn't mean there aren't some psychos lurking about!" I paused to collect myself. "This place makes me nervous, Amanda." I never called her by her actual name, so she knew that I was serious. "I've seen things here that I'd rather forget, and I'm worried that something might happen to you." I swallowed hard. "I love you."

Amanda drew me close and pressed her forehead to mine, our personal sign of affection that we had established on our first date. "I love you, too, babe." But she sighed. "You know that this is my first time in a foreign country. I'm love being someplace where everything is new to me. Like this club." Amanda looked all around. "I've seen things in here that should creep me out, too, but... I don't know how to explain it. Maybe it's part of the appeal of being so far from home. We can explore and have fun, and be whoever we want to be. I hope you can appreciate that."

"Mandy, what are you trying to tell me?"

"Just that I want us to enjoy our honeymoon to the fullest extent."

There was no way I could deny her after such an impassioned speech. Besides, my wife was smart and possessed common sense. I knew she would be wary of her surroundings and not do anything stupid. "Ok, Mandy. If you feel that strongly about it. But please... PLEASE... be careful. I'll meet you back here in 30 minutes, ok?"

Amanda squealed girlishly and threw her arms around me. "I'll be careful. Thanks, babe. I love you." Her tone dropped seductively. "I promise I'll make it up to you when we get back to the hotel."

"I like the sound of that."

Amanda flashed me a crooked smile. "I'd tell you to behave, but I want you to have fun, too." There was a deeper meaning to her words that I couldn't comprehend at the time.

We were still so innocent!

I reluctantly let go of Amanda's hand as she faced the bouncer. They spoke briefly before he opened the left door for her, and my wife excitedly went through. Then the man looked at me seriously. "She'll be fine, bro. A young girl that pretty will be treated like royalty."

His comment didn't make me feel any better; in fact, it had the opposite effect. I read the signs on both doors again: Women Only. Men Only.

Why did it seem like a warning?

*

Once I passed through the door on the right, I entered a dark room where about 30 other men were waiting. Like before, some were handsomely dressed while others were clad in freakish outfits that defied description. There was palpable tension as we stared at each other because something was clearly about to happen.

But what?

Perhaps 5 minutes later, 10 barrel-chested bouncers entered from the same door as me, dressed in the same tight black t-shirt and slacks. They immediately began herding us into the center of the room. Most of the men appeared calm, even excited, but a few reacted nervously.

"What's going on?" I demanded.

One of the bouncers approached. "Ah, an American." He said it like an insult. "Must be your first time down here."

I nodded.

"To be blunt, the ladies get to have fun first."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

The bouncer pulled out handcuffs from his pocket. "It means that I'm putting these on you." He suddenly scooted around me and cuffed my wrists behind my back in one smooth motion, and moved so quickly that I didn't have time to react. In a quiet tone, he added, "Relax, and have a good time. But don't freak out. It's bad for business... know what I mean?"

He ignored my stunned protests and moved off. The rest of the bouncers were speaking to the others in different languages, no doubt to impart the same information. A moment later, the 10 left the room, and as soon as the door shut, the one on the far wall immediately sprang open.

And the women streamed in.

Like the men, they were of different nationalities and all walks of life, and wearing everything from formal gowns to leather and latex. There was excited chatter as they began to percolate among us. The women eyed us critically, chattering among themselves as they deliberated. I felt for all the world as if we were in a supermarket, and the women were debating on what...no, who... they wanted to purchase. It was as if the men were fresh meat on display.

I wasn't that far off the mark.

Two young-looking Asian girls looked my way, and my cock twitched in my pants. Asian girls were one of my many obsessions, right up there with tall, ponytailed blondes in tight sports bras and form-fitting yoga pants. These two were also tall and extremely pretty, but their attire gave me a new fetish. They both wore matching schoolgirl outfits: a white, see-through blouse with a black bra clearly visible underneath, plaid miniskirts, shiny black thigh-high boots, and nerdy black rimmed glasses. Their hair, which was bright pink, was styled in a pixie-cut, and they had tiny backpacks slung over their shoulders.

I took a closer look at them and realized that they were twins.

My god. What a combination!

They were standing perhaps 10 feet away as they whispered to each other and giggled. Then, they quickly approached me from either side and, without any preamble, planted kisses on my cheeks. Despite the abnormal buzz that dramatically impaired my judgment and made my flesh weaker than usual, I loved my wife so much that I wasn't willing to betray. Not even for two hot young Asian twins dressed up as luscious schoolgirls.

"Wait a minute," I began. "I can't do this..."

My words were suddenly cut off as one of the girls rolled in front of me and thrusted her tongue into my mouth. She tasted oddly fruity, and they both wore the same pleasant perfume that practically acted like a pheromone on me. My head was pounding now, as much from excitement as from my drink, which was apparently inhibiting my better judgement because I found myself kissing the Asian girl back and even slipping my tongue down her throat.
The girl suddenly pulled back and spoke excitedly in what sounded like Korean to her twin. Both giggled again, and jumped up and down girlishly. I smiled weakly at them. Then the first girl placed her hand on top of my head and ushered me to my knees. Under normal circumstances, I could've easily resisted, but I was suddenly feeling numb and giddy. "Um, what are---"

My head actually turned as she slapped me hard across the face. Then, in a universally understood gesture, she placed her index finger on her lips to silence me, and beamed a smile that was as angelic as it was ominous.

Then she lifted her plaid miniskirt, and I stared at her tiny, shaved pussy.

Despite my current predicament, I looked around. I was lucky compared to the other men. The man closest to me was on his hands and knees, and forced to mewl like an animal as a brute of a woman wearing what looked like an executioner's outfit took him from behind with a strap-on.

On the other side of the room, 5 women had lined up in front of a short little man, who was wearing a glasses, a collared shirt, and khakis. Rather than sexually molesting him, they merely took turns slapping him across the face and hurling insults at him, even spitting in his face.

Throughout the room, thankfully out of my line of sight, there were grown men screaming and sobbing. I heard chains rattling as they struggled against their bonds.

Compared to those poor souls, I had it pretty good... so far, anyway.

Now the 2^nd twin reached into her sister's backpack and pulled out a silk scarf. As she circled behind me, I suddenly noticed a girl standing with her back to me about 50 feet away.

I could recognize the long black silky hair... and that incredible ass... anywhere.

Perhaps Amanda sensed my presence because she began to turn around. But just as we were about to make eye contact, the scarf was placed over my eyes and knotted roughly behind my head. I was about to call out my wife's name until the twin behind me abruptly shoved my head forward...

... and into her sister's waiting crotch.

The metallic taste of wet pussy was unmistakable. I found myself licking and tasting before the full gravity of my current situation hit me: I was on my knees in some strange sex club in a faraway land, and being forced to give cunnilingus to a complete--- albeit, really hot--- stranger.

But my beloved wife was no doubt observing in anger.

How would she ever forgive me?

Would our marriage not even last beyond our honeymoon?

I knew I should break away, but my thoughts were as numb as my head. I made a half-hearted attempt to call out "Amanda", but it was muffled by Asian pussy. I heard the twins snicker, and the one behind me patted my head as if I was their pet.

Suddenly, they pulled away, and I felt alone. Had Amanda come to save me? Strangely, I found myself not wanting to be saved. The idea of being toyed with, of eating some hot Asian girl out, made me hard as a rock. I realized that I was enjoying myself and didn't want to stop. In fact, I wanted to see how far things would go.

But my wife...

There was the sound of movement followed by the rustle of clothing, and history suddenly repeated itself: a delicate hand palmed the back of my head and pushed it forward. But rather than eating pussy again like I was expecting, I instead got a mouthful of ass.

I instantly recoiled in disgust, but the hand on my head kept me in place with surprising strength. Instinctively, I knew that the twins had traded places, and now the 2^nd one was standing before me, bent slightly at the waist as she reached back to spread her ass apart for me.

My heart raced as my mouth watered; I excitedly stopped resisting.

God, was Amanda watching me?

The girl and I both shivered as the tip of my tongue made contact with her anus. I heard the twins utter in disbelief in their native language. Whereas the first girl's pussy tasted thick and metallic, this one's ass was unbelievably salty.

I was aroused and couldn't stop.

My tongue moved shyly at first, licking and delicately probing. But gradually, my inhibitions abandoned me, and I became progressively bolder as I rimmed the beautiful young stranger.

Both twins were cackling loudly now as they bent me to their will. Cunnilingus and rimming were two of the less obscene acts that I was forced to perform on them as their sex slave. To say that I was humiliated and degraded was an understatement, and I would've cried had I not enjoyed it so much. I allowed myself to be used and abused, and I derived an obscene, guilty pleasure from it.

Where's Amanda... and what is she doing?

*

Between the blindfold and the numbing sensation from the alcohol, it was hard to gauge how long I entertained the twins. I was on all 4's, naked, and being spanked and slapped simultaneously when a loud sound akin to a gong rang overhead. Abruptly, the mild beating stopped, and an audible flurry of movement followed.

Then there was silence.

What now? But my initial excitement quickly morphed into trepidation as I thought of Amanda once more. Was she having her way with some stranger, too? The mere idea, which would've been ridiculous to me a few hours ago, aroused me even more than servicing the twin beauties.

I wasn't surprised; I had always suppressed these types of deviant impulses for the sake of my sweet and innocent wife.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bouncer from earlier removed my blindfold. Much to my disappointment, the hot Asian twins were gone, and so were the rest of the women. But the men were gathering themselves. Some, like me, were naked and picking themselves off the floor. Others were still tied up or in awkward positions that barely hinted at the wildness they had just endured.

Ordinarily, my nudity alone would've been enough to cause me excruciating embarrassment. But I was buzzed and still trying to process what had just occurred. I was overcome with an exhilaration that I had never experienced before, as if I had committed a crime and gotten away with it. It was an incredible feeling that I would've wanted to experience again were it not for the profound shame I currently suffered for being an unfaithful husband.

I had to tell Amanda; I couldn't hide this from her.

The bouncer was grinning openly at my expression as he handed my clothes to me. "Now it's time to get yours."

I was so consumed by guilt that I barely heard him. "What?"

"Hurry up, get dressed, and head to the next room." The bouncer gestured to the far door. His grin became even broader and seemingly more malevolent.

I quickly dressed before all the other men and bouncers. Already, most of them were heading through the door and into the next room; I couldn't begin to conceive what was waiting for us there.

The room spun and as I stared at the door from where I had entered. Even in my drunken stupor, I had enough sense to realize that the smart thing to do would be to retrace my steps and get out of this literal house of horrors.

Of course, I couldn't leave my wife behind.

Steeling my resolve, I entered the next room.

*

This room was spacious, perhaps three times larger than the previous one, and there were dozens of men and women already here. Some were milling about, but the majority were standing in various lines. It didn't take me long to discover what they were waiting for.

There were 10 smooth holes cut into the walls to my right and left. To the right, there were square, cushioned benches placed directly beneath the holes. Considering the night that I was having, it wasn't surprising to see supine female bodies jutting out of the walls, but only from the midsection down. Their lower halves were completely unclothed, and rested on the cushioned benches that were perfectly level with the holes. More interestingly, the women's ankles were chained to the wall above them so that their legs were spread high and wide. Small curtains also hung from the wall and were draped across the women's abdomens to prevent people from glimpsing who was inside. Not that it mattered; everyone's attention was focused on the gaping pussies.

I had watched enough porn to realize what these were: gloryholes!

With my curiosity rising, I looked over at the opposite wall. Those gloryholes were of a different variety. These women were also exposed at their lower halves, but were prone and bent at the waist. Their ankles were shackled to the cold hard floor, forcing them into a wide stance that displayed their luscious asses in a cruel, inviting way. My mouth watered and my cock stiffened as I admired their helpless pose. And like the gloryholes on the right side of the room, a dark fabric prevented me from peeking who was inside.

Men and women lined 2 to 5 people deep before each gloryhole. And the ladies inside were already being fucked, spanked, licked, fingered, and penetrated by inanimate objects. I recalled Amanda's comment... that we should presume to witness kinky things here... but I still shook my head at the bizarreness of it all.

Amanda... where was she?

Though I began to wander and search for my wife, my eyes were still drawn to the gloryholes like a magnet. At the one closest to me, the person at the front of the line was a beautiful blonde woman. She was completely nude... except for the 2 dildos that were attached to her body. One was a strap-on that she was currently using, rather roughly, on the pussy that was sticking out of the wall. After the blonde emphatically pumped her hips several times, she suddenly dropped to her knees and began using the other dildo, which protruded from the ball gag that was stuffed in her mouth and buckled around her head.

I witnessed similar craziness as I stumbled down the row of gloryholes.

A man with an enormous brown beard and dressed as a pirate was tearing into the next gloryhole with his cock as if his life depended on it. He was fucking his faceless partner so violently that the chains securing her ankles rattled loudly. Her loud, mournful wails were haunting.

A naked man was nervously pleasuring himself at the next gloryhole even as his fully clothed female partner--- his wife or girlfriend, I surmised--- screamed orders into his face. Once he brought himself to arousal, he began following his partner's command like a robot and brutalized the woman in the gloryhole in very creative ways.

An old, white-haired man with an olive complexion and wearing a 3-piece suit simply stroked the legs and inner thighs presented to him. He was oddly tender and took his time despite those in line behind him encouraging him to be more aggressive... and to hurry up.

A young-looking Spaniard was pumping his hips frenetically into his gloryhole while a middle-aged red-haired man was bent over and simultaneously licking the woman's clit. I wondered if the pair knew each other, or if circumstances and sexual deviance had brought them together at this precise moment.

I scanned the 10 lines for Amanda as I walked past them, but she was nowhere to be found. I did notice something interesting, however. A Polaroid picture like the old crone had given my wife earlier was tacked above each gloryhole. It was presumably to indicate who was inside, I realized with astonishment. The notion of having sex with an unknown woman was neutral to me, but to have her identity revealed, possibly without her knowledge, while she was in such a compromised state stimulated a sexual depravity that I had always struggled to keep hidden.

Anxious but undaunted, I turned and made my way back down the other side of the room.

The gloryholes on this side were much more mesmerizing. I adore the entire female body, but there's something about a firm female bottom that gets me hard every time. And seeing these asses sticking out of the wall in such a demeaning way was enthralling.

The man at the forefront of the first gloryhole was tall and gaunt. In fact, his naked frame was almost skeletal. He had his hands clasped behind his head, and every time he bucked into the faceless woman's bottom, he roared, "Just like that!" The Polaroid of an attractive redhead hung above.

Next, a man wearing the black outfit and white collar of a Catholic priest (he wasn't REALLY a Catholic priest....was he???) was on his knees. But instead of praying, he his hands were spreading those pretty asscheeks apart as he buried his face into her pussy. By now, I was noticing all the pictures, and this one was a young-looking girl who looked no older than 18 or 19. She possessed a pretty, exotic looking face that appeared to be of mixed blood, and her long straight black hair reminded me so much of Amanda's that I automatically found it sexy.

Further down, a man and woman with shaved scalps, covered from head to toe with colorful tattoos, and wearing only leather thongs and what looked like aviator goggles took turns spanking the ass that protruded from their gloryhole with large wooden paddles. After some time, they threw the paddles aside, and the woman yanked her partner's penis from his outfit and stuffed it into the helpless vagina. After he bucked his hips several times, his partner then pulled him out and let him fuck her mouth before shoving it back into the nameless woman's pussy. Bile rose in my throat as I looked up. The picture was of a woman old enough to be my grandmother.

I quickly moved on.

I looked on curiously at the next gloryhole because there wasn't just 1 female bottom jutting out from the wall, but 2! They were stacked on top of each other, but from my vantage I could see that the legs were long and the asses were shapely but tight. Exactly the way I liked them.

Two girls...

My eyes snapped up, and I swore aloud in surprise. Even in such a bizarre place where anything could happen, I still drew some startled glances. The Polaroid picture was of the two hot Asian twins! I began to laugh, but my mirth quickly devolved into something else. I vividly recalled the humiliation that I had endured at their hands. Yes, I enjoyed it, but they had demeaned and challenged my manhood, nonetheless. It was the alcohol still putting unusually vile thoughts in my head, but he thought of getting even with these girls caused my erection to pulsate painfully.

And here they were, conveniently stacked on top of each other.

There were already 12 people waiting for this 2-for-1 deal, so I quickly elbowed my way in line just as more people converged. My inhibitions were rapidly diminishing as I suddenly felt irrationally angry, embarrassed, and disgusted with myself. It was so unlike me, but I no longer cared. I unzipped my pants, fished out my hard-on, and began to stroke myself. Among a group of sexual degenerates... many who were naked or dressed up in ungodly costumes and outfits, or openly masturbating like me... no one even noticed or cared that I was touching myself. For an odd moment, I felt a sense of belonging, and the knowledge that I was going to exact my revenge on these beautiful young girls almost made me cum too soon.

A wild cheering suddenly erupted nearby.

2 rows down from me, men and women were hooting and hollering and high-fiving each other. They were clearly having a good time, and it strangely brought a smile to my face despite the fact that their celebration was undoubtedly at the expense of some poor, hapless soul. The long line of people blocked my view of whoever was in that gloryhole, but she must've been giving a good account of herself because her line was easily the longest far by in the entire hall. Instinctively, I looked up to check out the picture above the gloryhole.

I ceased stroking myself and froze.

No...

My heart skipped a beat as my jaw dropped; terror beyond anything I had ever experienced gripped my heart.

No...

My world collapsed in an instant.

No...

Yes. Tacked above that gloryhole was Amanda's picture.

*

What the fuck?!?!?!

I instantly forgot about the twins as I balled my firsts in blind, overwhelming rage. The buzz intensified my fury a hundredfold, and I was about to severely maim anyone and everyone to prevent them from desecrating my poor wife and her pure body.

I stormed my way to her gloryhole. There were already 20 people standing in line with more gathering, and I gave each of them a murderous glare as I stomped past them. Waiting 2^nd was a tall, muscular man wearing a clown mask who looked powerful enough to beat me into submission with one arm tied behind his back; I grabbed him by the shoulders and tossed him aside without hesitation.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

The most glorious ass I had ever seen was sticking out of the wall before me. Toned and naturally tan, it was perfect in every conceivable way. I had admired that incredible ass and those fabulous legs countless times before, and it was with cold certainty that I knew I was staring at my wife. I gaped at the unexpected tableau, of Amanda's bottom protruding from a gloryhole, ready and willing to be used.

My head was swimming as I felt a rough tap on my shoulder. "Hey, asshole. Wait your turn like everyone else." I didn't bother looking to see who was confronting me, nor did I acknowledge the other people angrily chiming in. I gazed at Amanda's ass that seemed to be smiling at everyone and attracting a room full of sexual deviants like moth to a flame.

She looks so goddamn incredible. So goddamn sexy.

I swayed on my feet as a myriad of conflicting emotions battled my conscience. My weakness as a man was never more evident than it was at this precise moment as the kinkiness that I had always hidden from my wife came roaring to the surface with my better judgment was muted by the buzz.

I began to stroke myself once more without even realizing it.

Amanda's next customer approached. He was a short man wearing a skintight, full-length black latex suit with slits cut into his mask for his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. As he positioned himself, I could see that there was also an opening in the crotch area, allowing his huge penis and swollen scrotum to dangle freely. He gazed down upon my wife's perfect ass, and his dark, baleful eyes softened in a moment of wonder and admiration. The masked man reached out hesitantly, lightly gliding his fingertips over her toned flesh as if to gauge her reaction.

My eyes never left him as I slowly trudged to the back of the line on weak legs, as if an invisible hand was forcing me long. I was inexplicably hard as a rock, and I wondered what I was even doing as I touched myself as I waited... and watched.

I stared with a mixture of jealousy and proudness as Amanda wiggled her ass in a way that was extremely tantalizing. The man then placed one palm on her ass. Rubbing it with surprising tenderness that was in sharp contrast to his frightening appearance, he stroked his limp penis with his opposite hand. There was an obvious desperation in his movement as he struggled to achieve an erection.

After a minute or so, I began shaking my head in disbelief. Amanda was like human Viagara: all she had to do was smile--- let alone show some flesh--- and it was enough to make any man hard. Clearly there was something wrong with this freak; I soon discovered the answer.

Still masturbating, the man drew his other hand back and suddenly spanked Amanda HARD.

The sharp sound of skin slapping skin was clear even from my distance, and I flinched simultaneously with my wife. But she shook her bottom again, opening the floodgates as the man spanked her again and again and again, leaving angry red welts all over her smooth skin. As he repeatedly spanked her with increasing force, his penis visibly elongated and thickened.
Just as I began to fear that the stranger would never stop striking Amanda, he parted her asscheeks and jammed into her pussy from behind.

I was unable to look away despite the ghastliness of it all. I felt strangely numb and removed, as if viewing the scene through a keyhole from a great distance.

Some horrific stranger was fucking Amanda! I couldn't let this continue...

There was an audible triumphant cry that reverberated from within Amanda's gloryhole, and my jaw dropped to the floor. More inviting than the sexy wiggle of her ass, it induced the man to tear into her more ferociously. And the harder he rammed into her, the more she squealed in delight.

"Everyone is here on their own free will."

That's what Amanda told me earlier. And realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

Fuck, she's enjoying this. She's actually enjoying this!

Disbelief made me stagger back, and a broken heart almost brought me to my knees. My sweet Mandy wasn't as innocent as I thought, and the mere idea turned my world upside down.

Then just as quickly, I realized that I was being a hypocrite.

After all, I had hidden my bizarre sexual desires from her; perhaps she was keeping the same from me.

Pulling my wife out of the gloryhole and leaving this place would've been the wise thing to do, of course. But as her muffled cries made their way to my ears, I could discern how happy and excited she was. And as I continued to watch the masked man spank and fuck my wife like a crazed beast, I realized that I was enjoying this as much as her.

And Amanda's safety and happiness were all that mattered to me.

Knowing my life had changed profoundly in an instant, I remained in line and endured the sometimes painful but always arousing sight of a horde of strangers desecrating my wife's body for their own obscene pleasure.

And ours.

I was 21^st in line.

*

When the masked man was finally finished with Amanda, a black-shirted bouncer appeared out of nowhere with napkins and personal wipes to clean up the mess that was left behind. I stared wide-eyed at my Amanda's defiled ass. The angry red welts had dissipated--- more or less--- but there was a copious amount of cum oozing from her cunt and dripping down her long legs.

The bouncer approached my wife to attend to her, but the next person in line waved him away. He was an older man, thin and wiry and perhaps in his late 50's or 60's, wearing a plain gray t-shirt, khaki shorts, tennis shoes, socks pulled up to his knees, and glasses. A nondescript-looking fellow, I wouldn't have given him a second glance had we passed each other on the street.

The older man stared intently at a glob of cum slowly dribbling down Amanda's thigh. Pursing his lips, he suddenly swiped the semen up with his index finger and pushed it back into her vagina! My wife's ass quivered as he digitally penetrated her, but she quickly recovered like a pro. My cock twitched in my hand as I watched the older man meticulously wipe my wife's soiled skin with his finger, depositing the previous man's semen back into her each time.

It took the old man some time to clear Amanda's skin. When he was finished, however, he promptly unzipped his pants, fished out his erection, and used the previous man's cum as lubrication as he began fucking her.

Just when I thought I had seen it all...

The line moved at a snail's pace.

*

Two Asian men took turns pounding Amanda's bottom. When the first one pulled out, the second one would immediately thrust in. Over and over they repeated this process until they both ejaculated inside of her. They both climaxed in under 2 minutes, looked at each other and laughed, then sauntered off to another gloryhole.

A young man in his 20's wearing a baseball cap was visibly trembling as he unzipped his shorts and lowered it to the cold, hard floor. He hesitated before attempting to penetrating Amanda while still semi-flaccid. The young man struggled hilariously for an extended period of time before the bouncer reappeared, and I observed with cruel sense of satisfaction as he led the crestfallen youth away.

It wasn't only the male gender that was lining up to enjoy my wife. A leggy blonde in pigtails and wearing nothing except a tactical bandolier slung diagonally across her amazing tits approached Amanda. Calmly, the blonde removed a double-sided crystal dildo from the bandolier and deepthroated one end. Then she knelt before Amanda and leaned her head forward, pushing the other side of the dildo into my wife's cunt. With her lips tightly sealed around her end of the sex toy, the blonde began a back-and-forth motion with her head, effectively fucking my wife. She was polite enough let Amanda's responses guide her, and operated at a pace---and depth--- that my wife appreciated. When the blonde was finished, she placed a soft kiss on Amanda's battered pussy then disappeared.

A man in a cowboy outfit, complete with a 10 gallon hat and leather boots with spurs, and his partner, a portly dark-skinned woman oddly wearing a 2-piece bathing suit that was several sizes too small for her step up next arm-in-arm. The cowboy made an impatient gesture, and the woman immediately dropped to her knees and unbuckled his pants. Before everyone around them, the woman sucked his cock emphatically several times before drawing it out and guiding it into my wife's pussy. The cowboy then proceeded to ride Amanda furiously as if she were a mount before pulling out and thrust his cock back down his partner's throat once more. Back and forth the cowboy went between the two women until he shot his load into my wife with a howl. Before his orgasm concluded, however, he withdrew from Amanda's bottom and finished in the woman's mouth. The cowboy sighed rapturously when he was finished then made another curt gesture to his partner. The woman immediately stood up, and they shared a long kiss before rushing off, arm-in-arm once more.

There were still 6 more people ahead of me.

*

It was impossible to discern the passage of time. There were no clocks or windows, and my cell phone and watch were still at the coat check. I had witnessed a host of strangers using Amanda to pleasure themselves... fucking her, spanking her, eating her pussy, and violating her with toys and other inanimate objects only to discard her as if she was yesterday's leftovers. And throughout the entire ordeal, my heart never stopped pounding. I was having a hard time staying on my feet as my head was spinning worse now, and I feared I might pass out.

Still, the fact that an even longer line had formed behind me thrilled me and made me proud.

"She's very beautiful," a gentle voice stated.

I looked up at the woman in front of me. She had a regal purple cape flowing from her shoulders, and also wore a pink thong, stiletto boots, and a tiara in her brown hair that was braided in a majestic ponytail. Until this moment I had only seen her backside, but she was smiling at me now. The woman was more like a girl; she was young with long eyelashes, and very, very pretty.

Definitely looks like a princess, I thought approvingly.

Princess misinterpreted my expression for one of confusion. "The woman in the gloryhole." She gestured to Amanda's pictures that was attached to the wall. "She's very beautiful."

I wanted to inform her that it was my wife whom she was referring to, but thought better of it. Instead, I merely responded truthfully: "Yes, I think so, too. Very beautiful."

We looked up as the line moved again. A dark-skinned man wearing a black tuxedo was the only person left in front of the girl, and it was his turn with Amanda. As he stepped forward, he unzipped his pants and fished out the biggest erection I had ever seen. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but it appeared almost as large as my forearm! My eyes widened in amazement, and I wondered if my poor wife could fit that beast inside of her.

"Fuck," I muttered.

Princess mistook my meaning again and comforted me in a serious tone, "I'm sure he'll play with you if you ask nicely."

"Ummm.... I'm not really into---"

"Would you like me to suck your dick while we wait?" Her casual abruptness startled me.

I glanced to my right, where the dark-skinned man was wielding his huge cock like a weapon and drawing its tip to Amanda's waiting and willing pussy. I looked back at the girl, who was regarding me with hopeful, wide brown eyes, and for the umpteenth time tonight, I didn't know what to do.

A high-pitched squeal made me snap my head back to Amanda's gloryhole. The man was, literally, in the process of trying to stuff his enormous manhood into her. He was grimacing and gritting his teeth as he pushed, and it was a guilty pleasure to watch my wife's bottom twist and struggle from the intrusion.

"Oh god.... fuck... yes! Give me it to me! More... harder! Push harder! I want it all!"

Amanda's familiar voice emanated from inside the wall and echoed through the short tunnel of the gloryhole, but her desperately lustful tone was new to me. Was that really my sweet and innocent wife who, after having just allowed herself to be used and discarded by almost 2 dozen strangers, was still begging for more cock?

My heart strangely wasn't broken as the dark-skinned man grunted like an animal while inexorably inching his huge erection further in. The events of this night should've disgusted me to the very core. And while the abnormal effects of the alcohol were clouding my judgment, I was still lucid enough to put things in perspective. This night was enough to shatter most marriages, but as I watched the impressively endowed man spear Amanda from behind until he was balls-deep, I realized that I actually enjoyed--- no, was thoroughly aroused--- by the sight of her engaging in sexual depravity with other people.

With men. With women. With men and women together.

Watching that monster cock stretching my wife's pussy as it disappeared inside made me harder than I'd ever been. But more importantly, Amanda was loving it, and that had a profound effect on me. I cherished my wife more than life itself, and it that split second, I arrived at an epiphany that would alter our lives forever.

All I cared about was Amanda's happiness and well-being, and if that meant allowing her to fuck a small army, then so be it.

"Well?"

Princess's voice abruptly brought me out of my thoughts. My views on love, sex, and relationships had changed in an instant, and the path before me was suddenly clear. I was so buzzed that I could barely stand, but my sex drive assumed control of me.

After all, why should Mandy have all the fun?

"Sure," I answered with a wide grin. I placed my hand on top of her head and forced the girl to her knees. "I've always wanted to get my dicked sucked by a princess." I sigh contently as Princess bobbed her head on the length of my manhood. She didn't give head nearly as good as Amanda, but as far as blowjobs went, the girl did extremely well.

As I clutched her head with both hands to control the rate and depths of her movement, however, I didn't bother looking down at her. Instead, my eyes were fixed on Amanda... more accurately, on her beautiful bottom. The sight of that giant cock slowly searing in and out of her cunt from behind was hypnotic, and I couldn't look away. In fact, I began guiding Princess's head up and down my cock at the same speed that the stranger was fucking my wife.

My eyes were still glued to the hot scene when I realized I was about to cum.

I yanked Princess's head away, and glanced up at Amanda and her current partner. The man's breathing was shallow and rapid now, and it was clear that things were about to reach a climax... literally and figuratively!

"Don't you want to finish?" The girl's lips were pouty, and she actually wore an injured expression as if pulling out of her throat was passing some type of negative judgment on her. She was cute in her princess outfit, and I would've liked nothing more than to finish impregnating her mouth while watching my wife getting fucked, but a tender moment fell upon me.

I gestured towards the gloryhole. "That woman... she's my wife."

Princess's eyes widened as big as saucers. We suddenly looked over as Amanda's current partner moaned, ejaculating into her womb like a host of other strangers had done before him. In response, my wife cried out triumphantly, too.

I couldn't help but smile; her happiness felt wonderful.

The dark-skinned man convulsed, depositing his last drops into Amanda before slowly dragging his monstrous cock out of her pussy. Thick globs of cum splattered loudly onto the floor as he did so. He zipped his pants, gave my wife a friendly pat on the butt, and promptly left while grinning ear to ear.

Like clockwork, the attendant appeared ready to cleanse Amanda once more and prepare her for the next person in line.

Princess looked back at me. "I want to do something for you." She suddenly lurched towards Amanda, and reached her before the attendant. Still on her knees, Princess spread Amanda's asscheeks apart and began lapping the semen from her cunt like a dog drinking water from a bowl.

The attendant stared at the girls for a moment before shrugging and turning away.

Princess pressed her face in tight as she noisily slurped and sucked my wife's pussy clean. When the girl rose a moment later, her face was glazed in wetness and she licked her lips clean. Flashing me a warm smile that highlighted her youthful beauty, she made a dramatic show of swallowing before melting away into spectators.

I was now at the front of the line.

The next person was a ways behind me, so I felt as though I was alone with my wife. I peered down at her exquisite form jutting so prominently from the gloryhole, and though it was battered and bruised, Amanda's ass looked as glorious as ever; even more so, in fact. As always, the sight of her bottom made me instantly hard, and thinking of all the people who had claimed her tonight made me stiffen even further.

My sweet and innocent wife who attended church every Sunday, and who volunteered her time at homeless shelters and with disabled adults out of the goodness of her heart: was this really her?

And was this really me?

I stared at Amanda's ass once more. It was just there waiting for the next person in line; waiting for me.

Overcome with an obscene lust, I stomped forward and rammed into her vagina without any type of foreplay. The flap of fabric laying across her back prevented me from peering inside the gloryhole, but I heard her startled "Oh!" I remained rooted inside of her, and the fact that her vaginal walls were greased by other men's semen was arousing to me.

I thrusted even harder, grinding the front of my hips against her bottom as she was helpless. It was a maneuver that I had performed on her countless times, and she loved the deep penetration as well as the fact that I did all the hard work.

"That's it, babe! Keep working it! That feels so good. Fuck... fuck!"

Babe.

Just as I always called my wife "Mandy", "babe" was her term of endearment for me. And as I continued to gyrate against her in a slow, rhythmic motion, I wondered if Amanda knew it was me with her now, or if she was merely calling some random man who was fucking her "babe".

That made me really hot. I pulled out of her hole and gave her a backhanded slap. Her bottom quivered from the blow, but then she gave that cute little shake again of her ass again that drove me insanely wild. I rammed into Amanda again and again, and reveled in her salacious moans.

My heart felt like it was about to burst from heavy exertion. The room was spinning so fast that I needed to latch onto Amanda's hips for support. But I continued to pump into her with all the force and violence I could muster. Dozens of people had gathered around us, watching us as each one of them craved to be with my young hot wife.

I thought about all the times when Amanda blew me and jacked me off all over her tits because she refused to swallow; I thought about all the times I begged her to allow me to perform anal on her only to be denied each and every time. Yet here tonight, she had allowed a horde of sexual deviants to pleasure themselves with her body.

No longer retaining any semblance of clarity, I pulled out of my wife's pussy and jammed my cock into her ass. Her shrill scream echoed back to me through the gloryhole.

"Fuck," I growled. Unlike her pussy, which had been stretched by cocks, fingers, fists, toys, and even someone's foot, her anus was much tighter than I had anticipated. With a roughness that I wouldn't have fathomed mere hours ago, I continued to force myself into Amanda's rear entrance.

"Oh god... oh god... babe... you're so good to me..."

The wait was worth it. The sensation of Amanda's sphincter clenched around my erection rivaled her pussy or the most exquisite blowjob she had ever given me. Her ass felt so incredible, and I wanted to remain it in forever.

I didn't know how long I sodomized my wife. The bouncer eventually appeared and informed me that my time was up, but I brushed him away. This wasn't just about claiming Amanda's ass, which had been long overdue. This was about taking our marriage to the next level.

But now, as my manhood burned from the incredible friction, I felt my balls tightening, and the need for release was too much to hold back. Bucking wildly and howling like a wolf, my seed exploded into Amanda's rectum in an explosive orgasm, as powerful and as exhilarating as I had ever experienced.

But just as the cum drained from me so, too, did my willpower to continue.

I stumbled back, letting my cock slip of my wife's ass. The abnormal haze that had encompassed me all night had finally reached its crescendo, and as I broke into a hot sweat and felt a stabbing pain in my skull, the world turned upside down and darkened.

The last thing I saw before I passed out was Amanda's beautiful ass hanging out of the gloryhole, cum bubbling out of both holes, as several figures quickly descended upon her to replace me.

*

I sat up frantically.

"Whoa," Amanda cautioned as she placed a restraining hand on my chest. "Take it easy, babe."

I groaned as I lay back down. A stabbing pain wracked my head and my throat was parched. Sunlight pouring in from a nearby window felt like needles and caused my eyes to tear. It took me a considerable moment to gather myself and regain my equilibrium before I opened my eyes again.

"Mandy," I began in a raspy voice.

My wife almost concealed her bemused expression from me. "Here." She handed me a Tylenol and a glass of water. "Take this and drink up."

It was painful to swallow, and the bright sunlight was still burning my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Almost 4pm."

"What!" My surprised exclamation came out as a croak.

"Shhh... just try to relax. You were in pretty bad shape last night."

Last night...

I suddenly looked about and realized that we were back in our hotel room. "What happened?"

"You apparently passed out. Must've been having too much fun." Amanda's expression was hard, and I couldn't tell if she was mad or poking fun at me. "You were barely conscious when I found you, and you were trying to pick a fight with everyone in a 20 foot radius. It took me and 4 very large men to drag you into a taxi cab. Luckily, you calmed down and fell asleep right after we got back to the hotel."

"Damn, I don't remember any of that."

My wife hesitated. "What do you remember?"

I thought back to the events of the previous night. The images were jumbled, but bits and pieces were returning. "I remember ordering a drink at the downstairs bar... then feeling this really weird buzz afterwards..." Even though my head still pounded, my thinking was clear now, and I immediately realized that the intoxication I experienced last night was not normal. "Fuck, I think my drink was spiked!"
Amanda regarded me in with grave concern. "That explains a lot." She swore. "I should've taken you to a hospital. I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, Mandy. My head still hurts and my throat is killing me, but I'm fine." Relieved, she squeezed my hand and touched her forehead to mine, and for a moment everything was ok.

For a moment.

"Do you... remember anything else?" she asked hesitantly. The peculiar inflection in her tone made me glance at her sharply. Amanda edged closer but moved delicately, as if she was bruised and sore from a long night.

I thought back to the events of the previous night and remembered...

... the overwhelming crowdedness of the club, and the stench of beer and sweat and other things better left unknown.

... the over-the-top outfits and horrid costumes that people were wearing.

... the sexual depravity that occurred around us in plain view.

I remembered the man who was seated next to me and enjoying a blowjob when he asked to switch partners; I remembered the young girl in the stairwell, and still wondered if that was truly her father next to her; I remembered the people who were humiliated and beaten as they were locked in the pillories.

My skin crawled as I remembered being forced to rim the hot young Asian schoolgirls.

I felt stab of guilt as I remembered letting Princess suck my cock.

I suddenly remembered Amanda's incredible ass sticking out of the gloryhole, and the degenerate arousal I enjoyed at seeing her used and abused by a throng of men and women.

Including myself.

My eyes widened as I looked at my wife.

She regarded me intently. "What did you do last night?

"What did you do last night?"

Amanda and I stared at each other wordlessly.