He goes into the booth

Jack built up the courage and slowly walked towards the middle booth. The doors were unlocked. They opened with a creak.

What a sight to behold.

His lovely wife was bent over, her chest bare, her lips wrapped around a cock she was servicing with her slutty mouth.

She heard someone enter the stall, but she barely noticed him. She was too busy giving her mouth to a stranger. She didn't care if someone wanted to look at her as she kept sucking away on the fat cock sticking out of the gloryhole.

Jack couldn't believe his eyes. His Paula was working a cock like a cheap call girl in a dirty motel restroom. He couldn't tell if it made matters worse that she had no idea who the man was. It didn't matter to her - it wasn't him. That's for sure. That's all she cared about. His stomach was stuck in his throat but his cock was throbbing hard. The mixture of feelings was overwhelming. Why is she doing this to him?

He couldn't bare it any longer, he produced his cock out of his pants and started stroking it to the sight of his wife pleasuring another man.

"Mhhhhh- GULP GULP GULP" Paula sucked on the cock ferociously. Using her hands to maintain balance against the stall wall. After a while she realized the man who entered her stall was in fact Jack, for a moment she felt like a total whore. Having her husband witness her bottom, that's not what they agreed to. To make matters worse, he was stroking himself! A wicked thought came to her - she would punish him for it. She used her hands to spread her asscheeks and invite him...