The Room of the Holes and My Husband’s Gaze

At a reader’s request, I’m going to tell this with a little more detail than I usually do. I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

What follows is real, like everything I write here. Iván and I like trying new things, stepping outside the script, feeling that every weekend we can discover something different without having to break anything. This time it was his idea. He’d spent weeks talking to me about the glory hole, about the idea of seeing another person without knowing who he was, without seeing a face, without hearing a name. The idea turned him on. To my own surprise, it turned me on too.

Iván spent several nights looking. In the end he found a sex shop in Zaragoza with private booths, a couple of hours from home. I’m not going to give the address, but more than one of you will know which place I mean. He booked a Saturday afternoon and left me the rest of the day to get ready at my own pace.

I showered slowly. I waxed myself until my skin felt like fine fabric. I put on a short black strapless dress that hugged my breasts and left my shoulders bare. Underneath, a thread-thin thong, almost nothing. High heels to lengthen my legs and long earrings that always catch Iván’s attention. When I went down to the entry hall and got into the car, my husband looked me up and down and let out a low whistle.

—You look good enough to eat —he said.

He must have had something going for him, because in the elevator I’d run into the man from the fourth floor and he’d stood there talking to himself. He didn’t take his eyes off my cleavage for the six floors we went down. I pretended not to notice, but the little detail had already left my skin hot before I’d even stepped out of the building.

—Nervous? —Iván asked when he started the car.

—Horny, more like —I answered.

And it was true. I’d spent the whole week imagining this.

The trip felt short. We talked little; both of us were focused on what was waiting for us. We left the car in a nearby parking lot and walked the four blocks to the place. I adjusted my dress. I swayed my hips as I walked. From the looks of the men who passed us, I knew that night any one of them would have wanted me. I love provoking, especially when he watches me do it.

We got to the sex shop without getting lost. It was small, discreet, with just enough light to look without feeling watched. Inside there were two customers browsing a shelf and a young employee with a trimmed beard who came toward us with a smile that held no hidden meaning.

—Can I help you with anything in particular? —he asked.

Iván was direct.

—We’re here for the glory hole.

The guy nodded as if it were the most normal request in the world. He asked us to follow him to the back of the shop. There were three small booths there, with heavy curtains at the entrance. He opened the middle one so we could see it. Inside there was a burgundy-upholstered divan, a small screen on one wall, and three cut-out holes at hip height. Two together, at the same height, and one lower between them.

—You can put on a movie —he explained— or watch yourselves live from the camera, as if you were recording it. Whatever turns you on.

Iván gestured for me to go in first. Since I’m curious, I bent down and looked through one of the holes. Beyond it there was only a hint of darkness and a distant murmur of voices. I straightened up again with my heart beating faster.

Iván came in behind me. The curtain fell heavily behind us. He kissed me slowly, biting my lower lip the way he knows I like. He hiked my dress up just an inch and slid his hand inside my thong. My husband knows exactly where to find me. He stroked my clit with two fingers, unhurriedly, until I started breathing with my mouth open.

—Enjoy whatever comes —he whispered—. I’m going to be here, watching.

He pressed me against one of the walls, right between the two upper holes, and kissed me again. I answered him eagerly. Iván pulled away for a moment and, almost at the same time, I felt other hands on my dress. They were big hands, hands I didn’t know. One squeezed a breast over the fabric. The other circled my waist and, with a certain patience, slid down to the top of my thigh.

Iván stepped back completely. He wanted to see it. His eyes were shining.

The stranger’s hands pulled down my neckline and bared one breast. I felt the rough palm, the fingers twisting my nipple until a low moan slipped out of me, almost without my meaning to. The other hand slipped inside my thong and two fingers entered me without hesitation. I was being touched by someone who knew the way. Iván, in front of me, had unzipped his fly and was stroking himself while watching me.

—Put one tit through the hole —he told me.

I did. I pressed my breast against the warm wood. A few seconds passed in silence and then, suddenly, I felt a tongue. First it circled the nipple slowly, then it sucked it whole, let it go with a tiny kiss, and took it back in. Behind me, Iván was smacking my ass cheek, not hard, just enough to remind me he was still there. His free hand found my clit with the rhythm he knows by heart.

When they let go of my breast on the other side, something different appeared through the hole: a big, dark cock, already very hard. I looked at it for an instant. Iván went back to the divan and freed me. I knelt down. I ran my tongue over the glans, felt the pulse under the skin, licked the whole thing and took it into my mouth without hurrying. It was hot, it smelled like clean skin. I took it as far as I could. Pulled it out. Took it in again. Iván, seated down, was jerking off without taking his eyes off me.

I stayed like that for a long time. I could hear the man on the other side of the wall breathing, hear his knuckles drumming against the wood when his knees gave out for a second.

Iván stood up.

—Put on a condom —he said out loud, toward the hole.

A grunt of assent came from the other side and the cock disappeared for an instant. Iván helped me up and pressed me back against the wall. When I felt the hands on my breasts again, I was soaked from top to bottom. The tip of the cock, now covered, rubbed against my lips without going in. I moved my hips looking for it. Iván looked at me, nodded in silence, and without waiting any longer, I was the one who slid it in.

What I felt inside tore a long sigh from me. It was longer than what I’m used to. It pushed. I leaned forward, found Iván with my mouth, and filled myself with his familiar cock. I had a stranger pushing into me from behind and my husband pushing into me from the front. I felt split in two. I also felt, incredibly, whole.

Within a few minutes, a new hand appeared through the other wall, on my right. It grabbed the breast that was free, squeezed it, slapped it from underneath, tugged at my nipple until I had to close my eyes. After a while, it let go. The hand withdrew. Through the same hole, another cock appeared, smaller, thinner, already dripping.

I pulled Iván out of my mouth for a second.

—Can I? —I asked.

My husband smiled.

—That’s what we came here for —he answered.

I leaned to the right without stopping moving against the cock inside me. I took the new one in my hand and started jerking it. I ran my tongue over the tip. That cock grew quickly. When I felt the muscles in the lower belly tighten on the other side, I pulled it from my mouth and held it in my hand, squeezing slowly. The man came over my palm. Iván handed me a wipe without me asking. I cleaned myself. I went back to my husband’s cock, sucked him with even more hunger, and in a couple of minutes he came in my mouth too.

That left the one behind. Iván helped me upright, grabbed my wrists, and passed them into the hands of the stranger waiting by the hole. The stranger accepted the gift. He squeezed. He held me against the wall. The cock filled me to a point where I had to close my eyes again. He thrust hard, with the exact rhythm, until I convulsed first and, a few seconds later, he went still and let out a long groan. He came inside the condom.

He pulled the cock out through the hole. He called me with a soft tap on the wood and slid the loaded condom over to my side of the wall. It was an enormous amount. Then, through the same hole, a white card appeared.

—Whenever your partner wants, have him call me —said a deep voice, the first full sentence I’d heard from him. And he disappeared.

It took me a moment to breathe like a person again. I picked up the dress from the floor, put it on, adjusted my breasts, looked for my heels. Iván helped me fix my hair with his fingers. He kissed my neck and I noticed he was trembling a little too.

***

We came out into the shop’s main room with our faces flushed from the heat and from what had happened inside. The employee was behind the counter, as if he had never moved from there. He handed Iván another card and a small CD, without making much of it.

—In case you’d like to keep a souvenir —he said.

The goodbye was to me, even though he was speaking to him. He never took his eyes off me. My nipples showed through the dress, still taut, and he knew it.

We got back in the car. We headed to Logroño for dinner. I didn’t feel like going straight home. I wanted to keep my body feeling that awake for a little longer.

On the way, Iván put a hand on my thigh, not moving it, just resting there.

—The hand that squeezed your breast the first time —he said after a while— was the employee’s.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

—Really?

—He had a small tattoo on the back of his hand, didn’t you see it? And the cock you came on in your mouth was his too. That’s why he gave you a card. If you want, next time we can set up something bigger. More people. A different room.

I didn’t answer right away. I looked out the window, watched the bridge lights pass over the river, felt my husband’s hot hand on my leg and, still, a dull throb between my thighs.

—Call him —I said at last.

Iván smiled without looking at me and sped up a little.

That’s how this experience ends. I’ll tell you about the next one if you behave yourselves.