I needed a moment to collect my thoughts and emotions as my swollen pussy begged me to cheat on my husband. As I got closer to the wall, I realize it was not a simple wall. There was a glory hole in this beautiful room. Whoever had set this party up had set up a glory hole that fit the extravagance of the scene instead of the typical filth that was reminiscent of the classic bathroom glory hole.

There was a respectably sized hole, lightly padded on all sides, and on the side away from the party, there was a bench to make the receiver more comfortable. It had cushions...