Anniversary treat in the gloryhole (Pt. 1)

Suspense sucked.

When I'm curious about something, I want answers at once. So, I couldn't get my mind off the sticker on the wall. Stickers were a great way to add a pop of colors to an otherwise dull ambience, but there was something about this one that pulled me to it.

My wife and I had booked a hotel room for a weekend together. It was our third wedding anniversary, so we thought it would be great to spend it away from home, at a small cozy hotel on the hills.

I eyed the sticker again. The more I stared at it, the weirder it seemed. When I'd finally had enough of the suspense, I rose from the bed and advanced toward the sticker. It was a regular decorative sticker, but when I walked close to it, I found out that it positioned right in front of my cock.

I chuckled, waving off a disruptive thought.

And then I bent over to examine the sticker. One tap at it, and I could tell there was no wall on the other side of it. It was totally hollow. I leaned forward to take a closer look. But then, the telephone in the room rang, rudely distracting me.

"I'll get it," Veronica said.

I didn't know she had returned to the room until I heard her voice. I turned around to look at her. My wife Veronica was as beautiful as ever. The woman was completely naked, save for a sexy white towel around her slender body.  She walked over to the ringing telephone, and then she picked it up.

“Hello, Veronica Smith here.”

She listened to whatever was being said on the other end of the phone line, and then she raised a brow.

“Oh wow, thank you.”

The call ended, and then she watched me with raised brows.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“They receptionist has asked us to enjoy our gifts.”

“Gifts?” 

“Yeah.”

I eyed the sticker. 

Was there something on the other side of the wall? Something I should know? Something worthy of being a gift?

“I was wondering if you received any gifts while I was in the bathroom,” she said.

I looked back at Veronica, and then I flashed her a small smile. “No, I didn’t receive anything. Maybe there is a mix up of some sort of.”

I shrugged.

The doorbell rang cutting me off before I could say another word.

“I’ll get it.” I advanced to the door, leaving Veronica to get dressed.

I opened the door and found a young male concierge holding a tray. The tray contained a silvery bowl which was positioned upside down, indicating that there was something beneath it.

“Hello, Mr. Scott,” the staff asked. “Here is a special treat for your wife.”

“Hmm,” I said. “Interesting.”

I uncovered the ‘special treat', which turned out to be a spa ticket. 

“Mrs. Scott will receive celebrity treatment at the spa if she comes within the next hour. It is an all-expense paid spa session. All the details you need are on the ticket.” The concierge smiled at me.

“Wow,” I said. That’s a nice one. “So, there is a gift for my wife, but none for me.”

“There is a surprise for you too,” he said. “But I’m not allowed to tell you what it is. That will ruin the element of surprise.”

***

The concierge was absolutely right. Telling me about my surprise would totally ruin the fun. I didn’t want any of that.

“Are you sure you don't want to come with me?” Veronica asked. She was already dressed up ready to leave for the spa.

She was wearing a red flare dress that was barely long enough to cover her upper thighs. Her long, slender legs were her best feature—one that always had everyone gawking at her. Anyone could tell from her gait and her physique, that she was a model, and a damned good one.

“You should come with me,” she said.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. “Oh baby, I would really love to. You know that I want to spend every moment of my life with you. But, if I am right there, watching you do all your spar treatment, then that will take over the element of surprise. I want you to surprise me with your polished look when you walk back into this room. So do it. Surprise me darling.”

She giggled. “You always know how to have your way with everything. But don’t worry, I will surprise you. You just wait.”

She kissed my lips. It was a soft, quick kiss, and then she pulled away. With a soft smile, she turned around, grabbed her white purse, and headed out of the room, her hips swaying with each step she took.

The sound of the door clicking shut announced her departure. I quickly turned to look at the ticker. Now, I would definitely know what was on the other side. I advanced to the sticker, bent over, and then I peeled it off the wall. Although I had known that there was an empty space behind the sticker, I wasn’t expecting to find a perfect circle. 

“Interesting,” I said. “What is this place?”

I peeked through the hole. Whatever was on the other side, it was shrouded in red. The color red had never been so sensual. Besides the dim red lighting, there was nothing else I could see. 

The telephone rang again. I quickly answered it.

“Congratulations, Mr. Smith,” a woman said from the other end of the phone line. “You've found your personal gloryhole. There’s a sexy vixen on the other side of the wall. She’ll be your slave while your wife is away. She will make you cum as many times as you want.”

“Wonderful.” In my excitement, that was the only word I could utter.

“Is there anything else you need, sir?”

“Why, I have everything I need right here.”

My cock came alive with a jerk. It could no longer wait to have a taste of the surprise on the other side of the wall. No woman had ever been so confident of making me cum as many times as I wanted, so I was all too eager to see her best shot. Once the call ended, I hastily unclothed myself, and then I headed to the gloryhole. Again, I could not see anyone on the other side of the wall. All I could see was dim red. Yet, I took the leap of faith and fitted my cock through the hole. 

Warm fingers instantly wrapped around my cock, making me freeze where I stood.

“Holy shit!” I said.

Although I had been expecting this, I just couldn’t get over the eagerness with which the hand grabbed my cock, as though the woman had been waiting for this moment her whole life. She gipped my cock firmly—but not too firm to crush it. When her fingers glided all the way down, toward my cock, I felt a tingling warmth as she spread some kind of oil around my shaft. It was warm and minty, making me shudder. The woman had barely even started with me, and I was already trembling where I stood.

She moved her hands fluidly, making sure every inch of my cock was covered with oil. Whatever it was, I loved it. She introduced her other hand and started kneading my cock with both hands. She pressed a fingertip into my meatus to pick up my precum, and then she slowly traced her fingertip around the head, of my cock, spreading my precum across it for more lubrication. My cock was slippery at that point, but as slippery as it was, it never slipped out of her grasp. She held it expertly, like she was born for this, and she had been handling hard cocks her whole life.

When she started to stroke up and down, I could not hold back from moaning. My deep, shaky moans were all over the place. At some point, it slightly embarrassed me. I had never been so vocal. But I couldn’t help it. No man could stay quiet when a woman handled him like that. 

She continued stroking, rubbing her thumb over and back on the fat juicy head of my cock. While the rest of her fingers kept up with the standard up-and-down strokes, her thumbs were focused only on pleasing the tip of my cock. My chest rose and fell with each labored breath. I could feel my orgasm building up. I tried to hold it back, just so she wouldn’t mistake me for a quick cummer, but I could only hold my orgasm for a few more seconds, and then I spurted it all out.

I breathed deeply, heavily, as though I had been in a marathon. But she didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. She took my cock in her hands again, and this time, I felt a welcoming warmth that could only be her pussy.