Ruining my wife Margie (photo attached)

Margie from a decent Catholic bride to a cock loving slut.

About a month after we were married, I introduced my wife Margie to pornography. I felt nervous when I first showed her a porn magazine, because she had been brought up in a strict Catholic family, and I was not sure how she would take it. To my delight though, she took to it enthusiastically and soon I was showing her all sorts of sexual filth several times a week.
It didn't take long before I was making comments as we watched, for instance it might be a video of a slut sucking on a guy's cock, and I'd say to her, "I'll bet you wish it was you sucking on that guy's cock" or perhaps it might be a slut being fucked cunt and mouth at the same time, and I'd say, "you'd love to do that wouldn't you."
She never really said much in reply, other than maybe just give a laugh, and perhaps she just thought that it was meaningless sexy talk.
At one stage we watched several videos of a couple at a glory hole in an adult store, and it made me wonder whether I'd ever be able to get her doing that sort of thing.
I got serious about it when we planned a holiday away at one of the beach resorts. I checked on the net for adult stores at the various resorts on offer, and decided on a particular one that sounded the most promising. Our accommodation I selected on the basis that it was not only in a good general location, but that the adult store was in a place where we would of necessity walk past it regularly.
My next step was, in the few weeks prior to our holiday, to show Margie various videos of sluts sucking cock at glory holes. "I could take you to one of those places when we're away on holiday where no one knows us" I told her.
Her first reaction was that she didn't think I was serious about it, but after pursuing the topic several times she came to understand that I was actually serious about it.
"Oh, God, we couldn't," she exclaimed, but I kept pushing and even showed her the web site for the particular adult store that was near the apartment we'd booked.
Over the couple of weeks leading up to our holiday, I kept the pressure on her, but the best I achieved was for her to say, rather than that she didn't want to, that she "wouldn't be game."
Anyhow, by the time that we headed off for our two week holiday, I'd more or less given up hope that I could ever get her to a glory hole, and then when we were there and walked past the adult store she wouldn't even agree to just look in the door.
Well, we had a glorious holiday, the weather was perfect, lots of time on the beach, out every night for dinner and then around the various night spots, but then like all good things, our holiday was drawing to a close and we were flying out early the next morning.
That night, we went out as usual, but then about eleven o'clock we decided that we'd best call it a night and go back to the apartment.
We were idling along, arm in arm, the evening was warm and the moon was shining bright. Coming towards the handful of shops, all were closed except for the bright lights of the adult store which was still open.
We weren't talking, just strolling along each lost in our own thoughts, then Margie said, in a soft voice, "maybe I should have let you take me in there" referring to the adult store.
My mind was jolted back into gear, could I believe what she was saying!
"Come on then" I said, holding her tighter and steering her towards the door.
She didn't resist and in a moment we were pushing through the bead curtain and into the store.
There were a couple of guys browsing the magazines and videos for sale, and each of them looking up as we entered, eyed off Margie, a female in an adult store being something of a rarity.
Further into the store, and at one side, was a long glass display cabinet with cash register, etc. One guy, the store owner or employee, sat on a stool, while on the customer side of the counter, a guy lounged against the display cabinet upon which was a bottle and a couple of glasses. They each looked towards Margie and I as we made our way towards them.
My heart was pounding with excitement and I could feel my hard cock bulging under my clothes.
"You've got glory holes" I said to the guy, not so much as a question but that we wanted to use them.
"Yeah," the guy drawled, "but we're on the point of closing."
I looked at him in dismay, here I'd finally got Margie into the place, and now it had all fallen through.
There was a moments silence between us, but then the guy lounging on our side of the counter spoke up.
"You and your girl going to do it through the hole together?" he asked.
I looked at him, he was a seedy looking guy, in his fifties I'd guess, and he was looking at me with a sort of leering, sexy grin on his face.
I paused momentarily, but was desperate that something would come of us being there, so I answered, "no, I wanted her to have someone else."
What had been a sexy grin on the guy's face, now turned into a full blown leering sneer as he looked Margie up and down.
Margie, the whole time, had been looking down, not game to look either of the guys in the face. I could feel her hands clinging tightly to my arm.
"Give him a booth Gary, she can suck me off," the guy said, looking towards his friend.
The guy behind the counter looked at me, unsure if that was really going to happen.
I looked at him, my heart pounding, then I reached for my wallet.
"Twenty dollars" the guy said, his face breaking into a grin.
I handed over a bill and received a round token in exchange. Paying money to have my wife suck of this sleaze made it all the more filthy and depraved for Margie.
I was trembling and my heart was pounding as I inserted the token into the door and led Margie into the small dimly lit booth that had a distinctive odour of stale cum. Neither of us spoke and Margie avoided eye contact but allowed me to strip her naked.
I'd heard the guy enter the adjoining booth and now could see him leering through the large hole in the wall as I displayed Margie's nakedness to him.
I held Margie in my arms and gently lifted her head so that for the first time we were looking into each others eyes. I kissed her passionately and she responded in kind, out tongues sliding together.
"You are so gorgeous," I whispered to her as I gently pushed her down towards the big, hard cock that now came through the hole in the wall.
I got down close and saw Margie's fingers take the guy's cock gently at its base, then she leaned forward and took his cock between her lips then slid her mouth over it till it must have been right to the back of her mouth almost into her throat.
Margie has always been a great cock sucker, and now I could tell that she was working and loving this cock sucking just as much ass she ever has with me.
I watched as she slowly drew her mouth back off the guy's cock, her lips rippling over the bulging veins of his cock and then slowly over his cock head. She then leaned back slightly to admire this hard, bulging cock, her tongue giving a few licks over the hole to savour any precum which might be oozing out.
Now she once more slowly slid her lips over the cock as it disappeared deep within her mouth, and I knew that her tongue would be doing its work sliding around the guy's fuck stick lustily and lovingly.
On and on she went, never relaxing or resting, just working on the guy's cock and, judging from his moans and groans of delight, driving him closer and closer to orgasm until after some minutes, I knew that his cum had pumped into my wife's mouth.
Finally she rocked back on her heels as the guy had withdrawn his cock from the hole. She was breathing hard and I saw her swallowing and licking her lips to get all of the guy's cum.
Margie got to her feet and I held her tight, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was.
I'd heard the door of the adjoining booth open as the guy had left, but now I heard a noise there and the guy was back peering through the hole telling Margie to wait, as he was going to mind the shop while she sucked his friend Gary.
Margie and I looked at each other, "it gets better and better" I said to her with a laugh. She just smiled and said nothing, then when the next guy's cock appeared through the hole, she eagerly got down and began working on it.
Once more she worked on this new cock lovingly and lustfully, obviously relishing every moment.
I couldn't believe this, I was over the moon and stroking up my hard, pulsing cock as I watched Margie being a whore and a slut.
It didn't take her long before the guy, with lots of moaning and groaning of delight, pumped his cum into my wife's eager mouth.
I looked down at her as she panted for breath after her efforts, and as she swallowed down every last drop of cum and licked her lips with relish.
My own cock was oozing precum and I was on the verge of blowing my own load, but I was in that state of sexual excitement where everything else lost reality, and in this condition I opened the door of the booth and as the guy was coming out of his side, I asked him to see if the guys browsing the magazines wanted my slut to suck them off.
I looked back at Margie who was still sitting on the floor panting. I watched the guy approach the two at the magazine rack, saw them look to my direction as they were told of the opportunity for some fun, and was thrilled when they both came towards me.
I waited at the door, holding it open, then telling them to come in.
Margie had just got to her feet.
"One of you can fuck her mouth while the other fucks her dog fashion, then you can swap over", I told the guys.
Margie was absolutely ready for anything at this stage, and she bent forward to one guy's cock as the other took hold of her hips and slid his hard cock into her cunt.
They were both lustfully slamming their cocks into her, calling her a slut as they fucked her.
Twice they swapped position, going from mouth to cunt, and cunt to mouth. On and on they went pounding her like a whore until finally they pumped her full of their cum.

In truth, when we'd entered the store, I wasn't sure whether Margie would end up sucking anyone's cock but my own, but after this unbelievable session I was sure that Margie's outlook would be irreversibly altered and her ideas of decency and morality would be totally destroyed, and the thought of this thrilled and excited me.

Next day, sitting on the plane homeward bound, Margie leaned in towards me, and with a happy smile, said, "that was our best holiday ever."