After fucking and sucking several complete strangers on our last road trip, you could safely say that my sex life with Heather had become rather interesting.

By outward appearances, we were just two young married people. It was the unseen that made things interesting.

We'd checked out the rest of the porn I'd gotten at that stop in Illinois. Only one other magazine held her interest, and I was surprised by her choice.

It was titled, 'Family Tales; Readers Letters.' Of course it was supposedly full of readers writing in to tell them about the fun they had with family members.

I kept finding that one on top in her sex toy drawer. The pages were sticky, and so was her toy. So finally I had to ask about it.

"So what's the deal with you getting into this incest thing? I noticed you've been reading that one a lot lately."

She blushed and said, "Ok. This goes no farther than you, right?"

"Right." I unzipped my jeans and hauled out my hard cock, stroking it gently right in front of her. "Tell me so about it."

"Remember when we were visiting my parents, and my brother came down from his place?"

I did, and I told her that. So she went on.

"We were reminiscing about growing up together. That's when he told me how happy he was having a sister."

"And why was that?"

"That's exactly what I asked him. He told me that having a sister around the house was better than any magazine. Because he had live tits to look at all the time."

I remembered how she dressed when I met her, and there was no way I wasn't going to agree with his assessment. She had been in display almost every day back then.

"So anyway, this was right after our... fun at the rest stop."

"You mean the night you took on all those strangers?"

"Yeah. And I was still horny."

"So cut to the chase. What happened?"

She took a deep breath and said, "I fucked my brother. Right there on Mom and Dad's bed."

That opened my eyes. "Damn girl! So how was it?"

"I really liked it. The fact that it was a strange cock coupled with the taboo of it being my brother made me cum like gangbusters."

"Well dear, I've got a story for you too."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Your know that mobile home Mom and Dad have? The one we all used to go camping in?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"We always used to use it for sleepovers when we went camping. One night, the Summer after my sister graduated, I came home from a late date and caught some guy just outside it. So naturally since I was in the car still, I chased him around the yard."

"Oh my God. I can just see that."

"He took off finally, and I parked and went inside. I was laying in bed when my sister came in from outside. It turns out she had a friend over, and their boyfriend's were there. It was her boyfriend I'd chased."

"You didn't..."

"Blackmail her? Not at first. But when she begged me not to tell Mom and Dad, and told me she'd do anything, how could I resist?"

Heather looked really interested then. "What did you say to that?"

I laughed. "I told her if she got completely naked and gave me a blowjob, I'd forget everything that happened."

"Did she do it?"

"I didn't think she was going to for a minute. But when she started stripping, I knew I was in."

"So how was it?"

"Fucking amazing. I came down her throat with my hands on her tits. I'll never forget that evening."

Heather looked at me, peeled off her shirt and leaned forward.

"Show me." Then she swallowed my cock.

I watched her lips sliding down my shaft, and my hand went to her tits. She sucked hard and fast, going for the mouthful she wanted

It didn't take long until I shot down her throat, watching her gulp my cum down.

Satisfied, she sat back up licking her lips as she slid her shirt back on.

Our sex life changed in other ways too. I started writing porn for her. The stories were so so, but they had their intended effect. I got her to see them as suggestions for the future.

Heather started wearing revealing clothes again, and I loved that. You could see the guys staring as she walked down the street, those tits bouncing, the nipples on display.

She got a job in a strip club too. She wasn't dancing, she was a waitress. One night she came home complaining about being groped again.

I looked at her and said, "Really, what do you expect? The guys are watching those girls on stage, and there you are with those DDs right in front of them. Are you up for an experiment tomorrow night?"

"That depends. What kind of experiment?"

"Tomorrow night, wear the thinnest t-shirt you can get away with and no bra. If someone grabs a feel, don't complain. Just smile and tell him you hope he enjoyed it. Then see what kind of tips you get."

She thought about it for a moment, then said, "Ok. I'll try it."

She had on her old Harley shirt when she left for work the next night. That was going to stop traffic. It was so old and thin you could see everything through it. And without a bra there was no way anyone could miss her nipples punching out the fabric in front.

She headed out to work, and I sat at home waiting for the nights results.

She came back through the door shortly after close and sat down on the couch.

"So, how did the great experiment go?"

Heather reached into her pocket and pulled out the biggest damn wad of bills I'd ever seen her get.

"Holy shit! How much did you get?"

"$200 on a slow night."

"So tell me about it."

She took a deep breath and said, "Well, every time a guy grabbed my tits in there, I just smiled at him. I don't think there was one that didn't tip me 10 bucks. A couple of them offered me money to go out and fuck them in their cars too."

"Really? Did you do it?"

She shook her head. "No, I didn't."

"Did you want to do it?"

That made her look a bit uncomfortable. "Actually there were two or three of them that I would have. But that's not the best part of the story."

That had me wondering, so I waited until she was ready to tell me.

"There's this one dancer there. She's got to be in her late 30s, and she's really hot. Anyway, she saw the guys groping me and asked me if I wanted to make more money."

This was getting interesting. "Did she get you up on stage?"

"No, that wasn't what she had in mind. You know that dollar dance thing they do?"

She'd told me about it before, so I said yes.

"She had me stop by the tables where she was doing that. Then she charged them more?"

"For what?"

Heather took a deep breath and said, "She'd pull my shirt up and lick my nipples."

Holy shit! That was a game changer!

"Did you like it?"

"I fucking loved it! By the end of the night I was so horny I would have fucked anything that moved. So I thought I'd come home and use you for that."

She did too. She fucked me for hours before we both finally passed out.

The next night was exactly the same, and before her last night of work that week I told her, "Why don't you invite that other dancer home tonight. I see a threesome in our future."

She did, but came home alone that night too. "She said she couldn't tonight, so we're going to work on sometime next week."

Saturday rolled around that week and she was off. That evening she sat down and asked me, "What kind of a mood are you in tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm in the mood for an adventure this evening. And with my tips, it could be fun."

"Do you mean an adventure like we had at the rest stop?"

She nodded. I thought for a few minutes then said, "I've got an idea. Let me get some clothes ready for you."

I didn't normally pick out her clothes, but that night I had something specific in mind.

I rummaged through her closet, finding exactly what I wanted for her to wear. When I was finished, I called her in.

"Here's what I want you to wear tonight."

I held up a completely sheer black blouse. It was wild enough seeing her wearing that with a bra under it, but tonight she wasn't going to wear any underwear. I'd matched it with a very short skirt. If there was any wind at all, she'd be flashing people. That's how short it was.

I could tell by the look on her face she thought I was crazy, but she went along with it. About fifteen minutes later she came out, and my eyes just about fell out of my head.

You could see every inch of those 38 DDs clearly. And I do mean every inch. She looked fucking amazing, and I told her so.

We had about a half hour drive to where I wanted to go that evening. When we pulled in the dark parking lot, she asked me, "What the hell is this?"

"It's an adult bookstore. There's something inside I think you'll enjoy."

She got out and we went in. When we walked in, all the nose died right down. There were several single guys there, and they were all staring at those exposed tits.

I walked over and exchanged my money for tokens, then we headed back into the video arcade.

"Now that was interesting!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet."

I led her into one of the booths then. It was slightly larger than the others, and she noticed something else right away.

"What are those holes in the walls?"

"Those are called gloryholes dear. You're going to see why pretty quickly I'd guess."

I sat her down in the chair there, and moments later I saw light through one of the holes. She caught it too, and turned slightly to watch what happened.

First an eye appeared, then I heard the porn start. Heather was watching the hole still when what I was hoping for happened.

I heard her gasp as a decent sized rock hard cock came through the hole. She looked up at me and I leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"That's what the hole is for. Usually it's lonely guys getting blowjob's from other lonely guys. I wondered what would happen if I brought a woman in though."

Heather was still starting at his cock when I told her, "Go ahead. Play with it."

She already had her hand halfway to his cock when I said that. With my permission, she grabbed him and started jerking that cock.

I stood back and watched. My plan was going according to schedule; I wanted to turn Heather into a complete slut, and she didn't seem to object so far.

The guy on the other side of the gloryhole let her stroke him for a minute, then pulled back out. A few seconds later, he thrust his shaft through again. She reached for him, and he pulled back again. Then he pushed his cock back through.

"What's he want?" She seemed confused by his actions.

"I think he wants you to suck his cock. Give that a try."

She leaned over his shaft then, and I got to see her tongue sliding over the head of his cock. That was obviously what he wanted; I heard him moan and so did she. Then those hot lips wrapped around his length, and she went to work sucking.

I was surprised at how exciting it was to watch her channel her inner slut. She was giving him her best; that much was obvious.

It didn't take long, and I knew when he was cumming. Heather started in surprise, but never took her mouth off of him. She took the entire load he gave her, swallowing it all as she bobbed slowly now up and down his cock.

She finished, letting him slip from her mouth. That strange cock slid back though the gloryhole, obviously satisfied.

Heather looked up at me and said, "That was a lot more fun than I thought it might be."

"Now you see why the girls in that Penthouse shoot seemed to be enjoying themselves. Oh look, you've got another fan."

She looked behind her, and there was a hand coming through the hole there.

"What does he want?"

"I can't be sure, but if it were me on the other side, I'd want a handful of those tits you're showing off. Unbutton your blouse and see if I'm right."

She did, opening that sheer blouse wide so he had a clear shot at her tits. When she leaned forward, I saw I was right on the money. That hand cupped her tits, playing with the nipples.

I saw Heather's eyes close as he did that. He was pretty good, teasing her and getting her hot and bothered. Finally his hand slid back through, and his cock came into view. Heather attacked that one, talking him all the way down in one gulp.

When he came, she did something I'd not had the chance to see her do very often. She caught all of his cum in her mouth, then leaned back making sure he was watching. When she saw his eye at the hole, she smiled and opened her mouth, letting his cum drip down her chin. I watched as it slid down, dropping onto her tits. Then with a final smile, she swallowed the rest.

There was a lull in the action then, and I took that time to strip her out of what little clothes she was wearing. Then I stood in front of her, enjoying her hot mouth and playing with her tits until another guy came along.

After enjoying her amazing cocksucking talents, this guy pulled out and shot his load on her face. I couldn't remember ever seeing her take a facial before, so I watched closely as she took rope after rope of sticky hot cum on her face. Then she looked at the gloryhole and scooped some of it into her fingers and into her mouth. After she swallowed that, she rubbed the rest into her skin.

She took about six loads that evening before the real fun started. A stranger came into the booth next to us, and she leaned over and glanced through.

She looked up then and said, "Wow. This guy's a young one."

"Tell me what he looks like."

"He's really fit and young. I'd say college age. But he's not looking at the hole."

"Let him know you're interested. Run your fingers around the hole. He'll get the message."

She did, and sure enough a few moments later this massive cock came through the hole.

Heather's eyes went wide. "Jesus Christ, he's fucking huge!"

"Just do your best dear. He'll enjoy it."

She tried, but because of his width and length, the most she could take was about three quarters of his cock. Still she bobbed up and down on that until finally she stopped.

She stood then and looked at me.

"I really want to fuck this one. Is that ok?"

I looked at her and said, "Fuck this one and as many others as you want. There's just one thing. The next time, we start playing with women. Is it a deal?"

She looked back at the cock jutting through the gloryhole and said, "Deal."

I moved the chair so she could lean on it, and she bent over, her ass facing the hole. I watched her back up against it.

When I heard her moan, I looked at her face.

"He's got his fingers in me. He's fucking me with them."

"Get that hot pussy right against that hole if you want more."

She did, and moments later I heard her again.

"Oh my fucking God! He's huge!"

I knew our new friend was sliding into her then.

"Take it all, and tell me what it feels like."

She did, and when I saw her ass flat against the wall, I knew he'd buried that bad boy in her.

Heather's mouth was open and she was panting when she said, "He's filling me completely up. I've never been this full. God, he's hitting spots I didn't even know I had!"

"Give him the best fuck he's ever had dear."

She did, rocking back against the gloryhole, moaning as she took that huge cock deep. I could hear his belt buckle slapping the wall on the other side, so I knew he was driving into her hard and fast.

Finally after a few minutes I heard her say, "Oh God, he's cumming. He's cumming inside me!"

Hey body went into spasms as our friend filled her pussy with his cum. Finally she moved away from the hole, and watched his cock slide back through.

When she stood up, I could see his cum running down her thighs. She was still shaky, so I let her recuperate for a minute. Then I asked her, "Are you done or do you want more?"

Her eyes were shining when she said, "More."

She did four more guys that evening, fucking two of them. They weren't as big as the first one, but the got the job done so to speak.

The other two both shot all over her face and tits. She looked a bit puzzled when I wouldn't let her clean up, but I had something in mind.

I got her dressed then. She was a sight; her blouse was sticking to the cum on her tits, and you could see it dripping off her face and down the inside of her thighs.

"Ok. Let's go."

Heather looked at me and said, "Everyone out there is going to see you know."

I nodded. "I know. They're going to see a hot little slut covered in cum. They're going to know exactly how much fun you had this evening."

She did as I asked, walking back into the brightly lit bookstore covered in cum. Every guy there watched as we made our way out.

We got to the car, and I said, "Take off that shirt."

She did, riding topless through town. When we hit the countryside near home, I pulled onto a dirt road I knew and watched as she took her final load of cum down her throat that evening.

As we pulled into the driveway, I reminded her, "Remember, the next time we start playing with women. I'll bring home a video recorder next week, so we're ready."

She just nodded and smiled, so we went inside to go to bed.

Laying there in the dark as she slept, visions of her and another woman ran through my mind until I drifted off to sleep myself.