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Chapter 30 by OppositeOfMiddle OppositeOfMiddle

The glory hole or my wife?

Try out the glory hole

I turn off the tv and get up out of bed. Monica doesn’t move. I go back to the walk-in closet. I open the door. I can hear the shower running on the other side of the door.

I find the spot with the little latch that opens the door to the glory hole. I lift it. Light pours through the hole. The sound of the shower increases. I pull down my pants. I step up to the hole and put my dick through it.

I feel the humidity of the shower. Sporadic droplets splash my shaft. My entire body presses onto the wall to put my dick in as fall as possible. This is not a comfortable position. I wait for so long. Phoebe doesn’t notice my dick sticking out through the wall.

What should I do? Should I call out Phoebe’s name hoping she hears me through the wall. Maybe I should give up. This is so uncomfortable. I’m probably going to cramp or pull a muscle.

Before I can decide, Phoebe backs up in the shower, her hip hits into my dick. My shaft scraps up against the edge of the glory hole. FUCK! I scream in pain! Phoebe jumps in surprise, and knocks my cock into the other side of the gloryhole.

“Son of a bitch!” I pull my cock out and fall to my knees. Fuck me that hurt. I sit in pain, grunting.

I hear Phoebe’s voice say, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

The gloryhole darkens as Phoebe bends down to look in the hole. I’m covered in darkness and she can’t see me. Through the hole she says, “I didn’t mean too! I didn’t know you were there! Who is it back there? I can’t see.”

“It’s Chandler,” I groan. “It’s my fault. It was a dumb idea.”

“Is your dick alright? Do you need some ice? Or a bandaid!” She giggles, “Do you need me to kiss it and make it better?”

“I think my pride is hurt more,” I say. “I think I’m going to do the smart thing and go to bed. Maybe you can check on it in the morning to see if it’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry Chandler! I’ll definitely make it up to you tomorrow!” She stands up and light floods back into the closet. I close the door of the glory hole, and walk back to my bed. I think my dick with be okay. No more glory holes.

How does Phoebe make it up to me?

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