You'll see olive-skinned men with big, bushy moustaches; tall, blonde ice queens with cheekbones that could scribe glass; skinny Asian guys with that ...weird Ken-doll stiffness; what presumably are women wrapped head-to-toe in a rainbow of silks with coal-black eyes peering through a narrow slit.On this particular night, it was a blend of Third World and First that caught my eye.My wife and I were coming back from the theater -- one of those no-pretensions-to-artistic-merit musicals cobbled. Taking the money and music, Becky’s husband rejoined her in the changing room. She’d cleaned all the dried spunk from her aching body. A waste basket almost full with wet wipes and cotton wool balls. Her nakedness had been clothed in the underwear that she’d previously removed. Dried semen visible on the tops of the stockings and the long black gloves. A quick spray of perfume couldn’t disguise the unmistakeable aroma of raw sex. Closing the Bag which now contained her folded civilian clothes.. They were making moaning and grunting noises and occasionally would brush against my foot as they wailed away at each other.To my amazement several other couples slumped to the floor and were soon fucking each other with the same abandon as Bob and June. This was so exciting, I'd only had sex a few times before Steve and always in private and usually with someone who had as many hang-ups as I did.This exhibitionist sex was something entirely new to me, I'd never even imagined something like. I'd serviced a lot of married men at my glory hole! The fact that I did, had little to do with them being 'gay,' which most of them were not. They were merely horny. Not that unusual at all!Rick was more voluble than the others. I liked that. As I sucked him, he'd stand there, pressed up against the plywood divider panel between us, and moan and groan as I worked his cock over like his wife never had!"Oh..GOD!" He'd say. "MMMM. Yeah. SUCK my cock!" I loved hearing him say that to me, and as he.