I never thought I’d end up here — tied to a chair in a dimly lit glory hole booth, cock aching in my pants, while my beautiful Irish wife Niamh pressed her big soft tits against a hole in the wall and milked a stranger’s cock with them.
But that was before Ronan got inside her head.
It started three weeks ago. Niamh had always been a little submissive in bed, loved dirty talk, loved when I called her my good little slut. One night she found a hypnosis audio file online — “Wife Training – Total Obedience.” She played it as a joke while we fucked. By the third listen she was begging me to call her a filthy cumslut while she came.
Then she started listening without me.
Ronan’s voice was deep, Irish, commanding. He spoke slowly, layering suggestions: You crave anonymous cock. You love making your husband watch. You will force him to participate. Your tits exist to please strangers. Good wives use glory holes.
Within days Niamh was different. Hornier. Needier. She’d whisper in my ear at night, “Liam… I keep thinking about sucking cock through a hole while you watch. Would you be mad if I did that?”
I should have said no. I should have deleted the files.
Instead I got hard.
Two nights ago she came home from work flushed and glowing. “Ronan says it’s time,” she told me, eyes glassy. “He says you’re going to take me to the glory hole club tonight. You’re going to watch your wife become a proper slut. And you’re not going to stop me.”
I tried to argue. She just smiled, pulled out her phone, and played a short clip of Ronan’s voice. My head went fuzzy. My cock got rock hard. And suddenly the idea of watching my wife service strangers didn’t seem so crazy anymore.
That’s how I ended up here.
The club was private, members only. Niamh wore a tight black dress that barely contained her heavy 34F tits and no bra. Her nipples were already hard against the fabric. She held my hand tight as we walked in, but the second we stepped into the dark hallway lined with booths, her whole demeanor changed.
She became… hungry.
We found an empty booth with two glory holes on opposite walls. Niamh locked the door behind us, then turned to me with that wicked little smile I’d come to both love and fear.
“Strip and sit in the chair, Liam,” she said softly. “Ronan wants you restrained so you can’t interfere while your wife works.”
My hands moved before my brain caught up. I sat. She used soft leather cuffs from her bag to tie my wrists to the arms of the chair and my ankles to the legs. Then she kissed me deeply, tasting like cherry lip gloss and sin.
“Good husband,” she whispered against my mouth. “Now watch.”
She turned to the left glory hole, pulled her dress down to her waist, and let her big pale tits spill free. They were perfect — heavy, soft, with puffy pink nipples that begged to be sucked. She cupped them, lifted them, and pressed them against the hole, squishing the soft flesh through the opening.
Almost immediately a thick, veiny cock pushed through from the other side.
Niamh moaned like she’d been waiting all night.
“Look at that, Liam,” she said, voice already breathy. “A complete stranger’s cock is about to fuck your wife’s tits. And you’re going to sit there and watch like the good forced cuck you are.”
She wrapped her heavy breasts around the anonymous shaft and started moving. Slow at first, then faster. The wet sound of titflesh sliding up and down cock filled the small booth. She spat on the head for lube, then pressed her tits even tighter, creating a perfect warm tunnel.
“Fuck… he’s so hard for me,” she moaned, looking straight at me while she worked. “Ronan was right. My tits were made for this. Made for milking strange cock while my husband watches.”
The man on the other side started thrusting. Niamh met every stroke, squeezing her breasts together, letting the head of his cock pop out between them on every upstroke. She leaned down and licked the tip every time it appeared.
“Tell me how it feels, slut,” I heard myself say. The words came out rough, almost against my will.
Niamh’s eyes lit up. “It feels fucking incredible, Liam. His cock is so hot between my tits. I can feel him throbbing. He’s going to cum all over my boobs if I keep this up.”
She picked up speed, dirty talk flowing nonstop.
“Watch your wife give a glory hole boob job, baby. Watch me titfuck this stranger while you’re tied up and helpless. God, I love how hard your cock is right now. You like it, don’t you? You like being forced to watch your Irish slutwife service anonymous dick.”
The man groaned from the other side. Niamh pressed her tits even harder around him and started talking faster.
“That’s it… cum for me. Paint my big tits. Show my husband what a good tit slut I am.”
He came with a grunt. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splashing across Niamh’s chest and neck. She kept stroking him with her breasts until he was spent, then pulled back and showed me the mess — pearly white streaks running down the valley of her cleavage.
She scooped some up with two fingers and sucked them clean, never breaking eye contact with me.
“Ronan says good wives swallow too,” she said with a filthy little smile.
Before I could answer, another cock appeared through the same hole — longer, thicker, darker. Niamh didn’t hesitate. She pressed her cum-slicked tits around it immediately and started another boob job.
This time she was rougher. She bounced her tits up and down the shaft, letting the head slap against her chin on every stroke. Cum from the first load smeared everywhere, making everything sloppy and obscene.
“Listen to that sound, Liam,” she panted. “Sloppy titfuck sounds. My husband’s wife is giving random men boob jobs in a glory hole and he’s rock hard watching it. What does that make you?”
“A cuck,” I admitted, voice hoarse.
“A forced cuck,” she corrected, grinning. “Because Ronan made you bring me here. Ronan made you tie yourself to this chair. Ronan made you want to watch your wife become a glory hole whore.”
The second man lasted longer. Niamh worked him expertly, switching between fast strokes and slow, teasing squeezes. She talked the whole time — to me, to the cock, to Ronan in her head.
“Fuck my tits… use your slutwife’s boobs… that’s it, stretch them around your big cock…”
When he finally came, it was even messier. Niamh pulled back at the last second so most of it landed on her tits and stomach. She looked down at herself, covered in two loads, and laughed breathlessly.
“God, I’m such a mess already and we’ve only just started.”
She turned to the opposite wall. A new cock was already waiting — average size but rock hard. Niamh dropped to her knees in front of it, but instead of sucking, she pressed her cum-covered tits around it again.
“Another boob job for my husband to watch,” she said sweetly.
This one was different. As she titfucked him, the angle changed slightly. On one upstroke the head of his cock slipped lower and nudged against her pussy lips through her soaked panties.
Niamh froze for half a second.
Then she moaned.
“Oh fuck… Liam… his cock just touched my cunt.”
She didn’t pull away. Instead she shifted her hips, rubbing her panty-covered pussy against the head of the stranger’s cock while she continued sliding her tits up and down the shaft.
“It feels so good,” she whispered. “Hot and hard and right there. I shouldn’t… but it’s accidental, right? Just an accident…”
She kept moving. The head kept bumping and sliding against her clit through the thin fabric. Her breathing got heavier. Dirty talk turned desperate.
“Watch this, Liam. Watch your wife accidentally rub her married pussy on a glory hole cock while she gives him a boob job. Fuck… I’m so wet. My panties are soaked. If I move just a little more…”
She adjusted her position. The head of the cock caught on the edge of her panties and pushed them aside.
The next thrust slid the head inside her.
Niamh gasped loudly.
“Oh my God… it slipped in. Liam… his cock is inside me. It was an accident… I swear it was an accident…”
But she didn’t pull off.
Instead she pushed back, taking more of the stranger’s cock into her married cunt while her tits were still wrapped around the upper part of his shaft. The sight was obscene — her body bent forward, tits milking one end of his cock while her pussy swallowed the other.
“Fuck… it feels so good,” she moaned. “He’s stretching me. I can feel every inch. Tell me to stop, Liam. Tell your slutwife to pull off this strange cock before it’s too late.”
I opened my mouth… but nothing came out except a groan.
Niamh laughed breathlessly. “That’s what I thought. You want to watch your wife get accidentally fucked at the glory hole.”
She started moving in earnest — rocking back and forth so the cock slid in and out of her pussy while her tits continued to stroke the part still outside. It was the sloppiest, most depraved thing I’d ever seen.
The man on the other side started thrusting harder. Niamh met every stroke, dirty talk pouring out of her nonstop.
“Yes… fuck my married cunt… use your glory hole slut… my husband is watching me take strange cock and he loves it… Ronan was right… I was born to be a cumdump for anonymous dick…”
She came first — hard. Her whole body shook as the orgasm ripped through her. The stranger followed seconds later, pumping what felt like a massive load deep inside her.
When he finally pulled out, cum immediately started leaking down Niamh’s thighs.
She turned to me, face flushed, tits and pussy both messy, and smiled the filthiest smile I’d ever seen.
“Ronan says we’re not done yet,” she whispered. “He says you’re going to untie me now… no, wait. He says I’m going to untie you. And then you’re going to clean your wife’s used cunt with your tongue while she takes another cock in her mouth.”
She reached for the cuffs.
My heart was pounding.
And my cock had never been harder in my life.
Niamh leaned in close, lips brushing my ear as she whispered the words that sealed it:
“Good boy, Liam. Now be a good forced cuck husband and open your mouth for your slutwife’s creampie.”
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