Glory Hole Divorce Party: Cum Inside And Play ♕

Well, it finally happened. My husband is divorcing me. Why?

 

It’s hard to explain, but what it comes down to is I’m a certified cum whore and he can’t handle having a bad bitch for a wife. I’m always glory hole divorce party ready and he was about to find out. My sexual experiences over the last few months have been either getting fucked by big-dicked black guys in a hotel room as Jeremy jerks off in the corner or sneaking away with my girlfriends to satisfy my insatiable hunger for cum. In my pussy. Down my throat. In my face. I can’t get enough, and Jeremy’s inability to provide me with my cum fetish led him to leave me. So how did he find out?

My girlfriends Jerica and Brenda wanted to bring me to this party. They wouldn’t tell me what kind of party it was, but I went. They being cum whores like me, I knew I was in for a ride, so of course, I lied to Jeremy, my husband, and told him we were going out for drinks. Well, we technically were going out for drinks, in the sense that we were about to swallow tons of cum from anonymous dicks through a glory hole, but he didn’t have to know that.

Glory hole divorce party time!

We get to the party. They have a pop-up room set up, with holes cut in the walls. Multiple men in robes, ready to go. Nobody I recognized, not even from past parties. I don’t know how the hell they find hot, new guys all the time for these parties, but they do. They had numerous toys in the room so I could get myself going, which I did, and handlebars on the walls so you could brace yourself once things get going.

Soon, the cocks came through, and I began my gluttonous feast. Erect cocks pulsating against my cheeks. Balls slapping against my chin. Five, ten, twenty loads on my face on my throat. They could see me on the monitor they had outside of the room, from a camera they had propped overhead, but I couldn’t see them. I gotta say, I was enjoying my first glory hole divorce experience.

One of them fucked me real good and made me cum all over his dick. After that, my pussy needed a break. Then, my last hard cock of the night came through the glory hole, stiff as a board and ready to be properly sucked. I spit on it. Slobbered on it. Jerked it off using my spit as lube. It was a pretty cock, but smaller than the others, familiarly. It didn’t take long for it to cum. He popped a good one right in my mouth, then a few seconds later I hear a voice say “Vicky,” and I knew it was Jeremy. Instinctively, all I could think to say was “Hi, honey,” and then a wave of anxiety came over me, the taste of cum still coating my mouth and throat.

Sometimes, there’s nothing quite thrilling as being caught

I get up, my vibe ruined, and step out of the box. Jeremy is standing there with divorce papers. He throws them at me. A couple of pages stick to my cum-splattered body, which makes me giggle. He leaves in a huff. Jerica, Brenda, and the thirty other guys in the room applaud me as he walks out the door. I take a bow. I’m free.