The old wardrobe wasn't worth much to begin with. Although it was made of wood and at least 70 years old, it was pretty beat up. They'd gotten it at a yardsale. It'd obviously passed through several hands, and moved before. It was scuffed and apparently it'd been in a kid's room one, and had stickers on the mirror that someone had attempted to scrape off, but gave up. But, when they were first married and needed furniture, they went to yard sales and estate sales every weekend. They liked shabby antiques.
After several years, as they began to replace the old "start up" furniture with nicer pieces, they'd moved the wardrobe out of the bedroom and into the TV room in the refinished basement. The old wardrobe held the TV and VCR for a while, but then, when they got the 48" wall-mounted HDTV, the wardrobe was again empty.
They considered hauling it to Goodwill, but they no longer had the pickup and it wouldn't fit in the car. They considered dragging it to the front curve and taping a "Free" sign on it. She didn't really want to part with it. It had memories of their first married years associated with it. And when she was a little girl, she had a wardrobe and would play in it. She loved the book The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. She wanted to believe that by stepping into the wardrobe, she could be transported to a fantastic land of imagination and fantasy.
Then she had an idea. She'd always fantasied about going to a glory hole, but had never gone to one for real. She realized, that by simply cutting a hole in the wardrobe, she could make it her own, "Make believe" adult booth. So she asked her husband to make a hole of just the right size and height.
She loved it so much when they tested it out the first time, that they decided to keep the wardrobe, and use it when she was feeling a little naughty. Her fantasies she'd had for years of a glory hole were coming true, and she didn't even have to leave her home and worry about being seen by someone she knew. She had total control, but also a thrill of the anonymousness of just the cock through a hole. Of course, he loved it, too.
In time, they cut a couple more holes in the wardrobe. Sometimes, when they had a close friend over watching movies, the friend's eyes might notice the wardrobe and the small holes with the taped edges. And if they were a little drunk, or a little turned on, she might look at her husband and he might nod back.
When they used the wardrobe with a friend, the husband couldn't see the other man on the other side of the wardrobe. There was no awkward eye-contact. Once they started, each person was in their own separate world. All he could hear was the shuffle of his wive inside the wardrobe getting into position. With his semi-erect dick inserted into the hole, he'd feel her hand, or her lips. He could imagine her hand already on the other cock. And when he felt only her hand but heard the slurping sound, he knew his wife was choking down on anther cock. Not being able to see any of it, only the other man and his wife knew how big or how how small, how thick or thin, straight of curved the other cock was. He liked not knowing. If it was a greater cock than his, he wouldn't know and not be embarrassed. It didn't matter. He knew each cock was different, and each one his wife got, made her only suck harder on his. He loved feeling her wet mouth locked onto his member, sucking for all she was worth, while he could hear the slapping sound of skin on skin, and knew that she'd backed up her hips to the other wall of the wardrobe and impaled herself on the other cock. He'd hear her whimper with pleasure, and the other man grunt.
She'd be filled, with two cocks on either side, bouncing back and forth on them, knowing the men's eyes were shut, their faces strained, without any visual stimulation, focusing only on the sensation's of their penises. She loved deciding how and where to make them cum. Usually she ended by jacking them both off at the same time as a little race she liked to play to see which man she could make cum first. But sometimes, when she had a new cock in her that felt so good, she just didn't want to stop. Sometimes she'd back up onto the cock and push down, popping it into her ass. She wondered if the man on the other side could recognize the soft, tight grip of anal sex. He seemed to get bigger, and strain harder. Did he know he was getting a special treat? She'd clench and relax her butt muscles just to make sure he knew he was getting it. He couldn't grab her, pin her down, thrust harder or deeper. She could control it. And sliding forward and back on his cock felt better than anything she had ever felt.
With her husband's cock in her throat, she had to keep going. She wanted to feel him shoot his load in her mouth and taste him. Did he know what she was doing? He could hear the slap and grunts, and knew that she was fucking the other cock. Did he know it was being rammed up her ass? She knew that whatever he wanted to believe is what he was imagining at the time. What made the glory hole work was that everyone could fill in their own fantasies to the situation. It was both private and collaborative. It was sex with a person, but not with the person, more like the idea of the person, but with the physical sensation. Not knowing was as fun as knowing. Maybe even more so.
Each was in their own moment of bliss as the husband shot his load in his wife's mouth and the guest released deep in her ass. And she felt filled in both sides at once. And the old wardrobe made one last creak, as they slipped away.
