Keyhole to Paradise

It was getting close to Christmas and we hadn’t decided on what we were going to do. We spoke to family and tossed various ideas around when we concluded that an irregular visit to family in Queensland sounded good

They live on the Quays on the Gold Coast and we figured that even if the festivities turned out to be boring, there were a ton of things to do in town as well as the possibility of jumping on two of their jet skis and belting up river.

We flew into Brisbane and fronted up at Hertz to grab a car ready for the drive back to Paradise Point. It took us about an hour, all the while we were wondering if we’d made the right decision. We’d not seen much recent action, especially having the kids home and considering we hadn’t travelled alone since October 2010.

It was nearly noon on the 22nd December 2010 and we were arriving at a family home. The skies were dull and news had it that the Gold Coast had received huge dumps of rain recent weeks. The canals were murky and the tide extremely high. Logs, plastic bags and other rubbish were afloat, there goes the jet ski idea we thought.

Over the pursuing days, we helped prepare what was going to be needed for a sixty person gathering on Christmas Day, a big affair. It had rained every day since our arrival.

I had probably driven to the hardware shop a dozen times, collection tarps and fasteners so we could erect a waterproof area. I’d probably also driven to the supermarket, butchers’ and bottle shop a few times, picking up the things that had fallen off the original shopping list.

The shopping area was about a fifteen minute dash from the house. The road wound and followed the river south and was on a road off to the left of the main street.

On most occasions, I’d passed fishermen, sometimes the same keen guys, on the bank of the river with lines dangled into the water. Torrential rain wasn’t going to stop these guys.

Christmas Day came and we had so much to do, including one last race to the Quickie Mart for twelve bags of ice. The operators obviously knew they’d be a last minute rush and had organised a pallet beside the door for easy pickup, payment and loading into cars. I grabbed the ice and ripped it back to the house before it melted in the boot of the rental car.

Everything was set up and we expected the first of the guests to arrive within minutes, and they did. Starting with a few a few couples with whom I’d been out with the female members, some thirty years ago, when I lived in Queensland myself.

They hadn’t changed much, just as devious as I’d known them when we dared even to try and fuck on the back of a postage stamp. But their partners were with them, some things have to change I suppose.

My wife kept asking, “Had her?” “Had this one, had that one?”

Our marriage is open enough to discuss these things as long as neither past are rubbed into our noses. The past is the past and we’re not dwellers. Seldom do we even discuss our own play when it included other men as part of the fun. We prefer to take it in our stride; not talk about the past, not plan the future.

It was belting down with rain and the tarps were holding up. Sixty people flowed through the family area of the house, out to the entertainment area on the back deck. We’d done a fine job with the food, grog was `a plenty and like the rain, guests had begun to settle in for what was looking like a very long afternoon.

By five in the evening, most were lounged and chatting short talk. I’m sure some of the women I’d dated were thinking the same things I was while we dropped one-liners across the table. Like the time we fucked on her dad’s desk because she’d been grounded the week before. My wife was feeling a little left out of it.

“Are you OK?” I asked her. “Yeah, ‘bit bored but I’m good” she replied.

I had to consider that she knew few people. In fact, there were a lot I didn’t know either. For most of these guests, this had been the first time they’d come together in years, a reunion of sorts.

“You want to do something?” I asked.
“Sure, just for an hour or so. But I don’t know if I want to leave the party or have it look like we’ve upped and outed”
“Do you want to go for a quick drive somewhere?”
“That sounds good, not too far; just to get some air and a little sanity” she said.

Music was blasting and people were trying to speak over the top of it. Most had cornered into groups with whom they knew, picking away at the remains of cheese and the likes that looked lost on large platters.

“Where to?” she asked. “Maybe to the riverside, not far… We can just park up then head on back when we’re ready. A ten minute drive”

“Sounds great” she said, “Don’t say anything; let’s just slip out”

She was wearing a little satin cocktail number; a short thin dress type of thing. I’d been watching each time she’d bent over and noticed I wasn’t the only one in the audience. She was listening to me having my fun, she was creating her own.

We headed out to the Ford XR rental and were surprised to see it not parked in. We jumped in and I hit the ignition button.

“Do have an idea of where we’re going?” she asked. “Yes” I said, “There’s an area by the river just up the way”

We both knew why it was we wanted to escape. Peace, and to find a balance that had been missing since we arrived… possibly sex in the car if the venue allowed it.

We passed the area and U-turned back to the other side of the median strip and pulled into the small parking area. There were no cars.

The car park was small, holding no more than six or so vehicles at any one time. We were basically on the side of the road and rain was thumping the roof. There were no signs of fishermen I’d seen here before, the sky was becoming darker with the rain clouds.

“This is it?” she asked. “Yep, very handy and close to home” I replied.
“OK, but we’re a bit in the open” she said, examining the situation.
“There are cars here all the time, I’ve passed this spot a hundred times and it’s not unusual that someone’s parked here”.
“But I have a bottle of Champaign and two glasses for us, I don’t want to attract any attention you don’t need… driving and all”
“You think of everything” I smiled.
POP and out came the cork, one glass and then the next.

Fifteen minutes and two glasses later, I leaned over the consul and felt her tits. No bra… ‘Felt just as if she wasn’t wearing anything, through the satin against my hand.

Her nipples reacted firmly and poked through the material with excitement.

She has huge nipples, probably because of the hard munching, pulling and rolling she likes when a guy is hard up her, and when she’s about to orgasm. I’ve know her to climax from nipple play alone, when the mood’s right and when she wants it this way.

Her cocktail dress had ridden up while she sat on the seat. An easy glimpse of her silk underwear was an exciting thought for the pussy beneath, beginning to generate a good amount of moisture for a welcoming entrance.

We kissed, we fondled – as hard as it was in the front of the car. We were blinded to the outside by teeming rain and I guessed the inside looked the same from the car park.

We had each other by the genitals, my hand inside her panties and her hand firmly around the stork of my exposed cock.

Her clit was in the upright position stretching her hood outward. Her juices had begun to make contact with the cloth insert material on the seat. All I had to do now is remember how it worked – in a car, when I was eighteen!

I started to straddle the consul in an effort to slide over to her. The rain was far too heavy to come to the passenger door; this wasn’t going to be easy.

After the first attempt, I slumped back into the driver’s seat but continued to arouse her with my fingers. She was more than ready and was shoving as much of my hand as she could, into her aching slot. She was becoming impatient and when opportunity knocks, one should seize it and produce the goods. But the car thing just wasn’t working.

Although her seat was pulled back to the maximum and reclined fully, I just didn’t know if this was going to work. But try I would.

I slid over again, this time clearing the consul and positioned myself directly between her legs, glancing around to make sure we were still alone in the car park. We were.

OK, I thought. This will be a quickie. I had no room to move my elbows and she was hard against both the door pillar and consul. This just won’t do, we were both horny as hell and it would be a shame to dismiss the excitement to a mere fuck-and-go, in the car.

She grabbed my cock and slammed it into her, quickly.

“Go slow” she said, “Make it last. It’s the least we can do”
“I don’t know about you, but this isn’t doing anything for me” I said.
“I can’t get you right up, hard”
“I know” I replied, as I continued to slowly push in and out anyhow.
“What about in there?” she said.
“In where!” I exclaimed, looking around pretending to half know what she was talking about.
“In the toilets” She said, “See it?”

I turned and looked into the distance and saw a toilet block close the river bank. “Good idea” I said. “Are you ready to make a run?”

I slid back over to the driver’s seat and fastened my trousers. She took her panties off the one leg they’d been dangling and shoved them in the glove box. I opened my doors which unlatch the locks of all the others while she opened hers and we both made a bolt to the eaves of the full brick structure.

Rain was still pouring and a steady stream of traffic could be heard passing by the lot. The tin roof of the block echoed the sound of caught rain like a hammer to iron. It was much better than the alternative of trying to get it off in the car.

We entered the closest door, the men’s room. It was dull and had no lighting. On the inside, it had the regular set up; a trough to the left and two cubicles beyond it.

Our eyes adjusted quickly and we began to make out in the area where the trough was, half heartedly in the doorway that we’d just entered.

The door faced the river as opposed to the road, good thinking of the designer’s part. In most recent times, toilet blocks had been built with the door facing the road or other busy areas, to deter drug uses and the likes as they could be seen coming and going and therefore wouldn’t frequent them.

The floor became more apparent, the better our eyes adjusted. This would be a stand-up affair; it was wet and mudded by those using it throughout the day.

I lifted her dress to her waist and unzipped my fly to lower my trousers. I held her against the far wall and entered her front on. She wrapped one leg around me and balanced herself on the other while leaning against the wall. We were going for it.

“Look!!!” she yelled, “A cock hole!”
“Shhhh” I said, turning around and adding “Where?”
“There, in the second door! Let’s try it!”

She pulled away and raced over to inspect it. “Go in” she said.

“No, you go in and I’ll poke it through from this side”

She hurried in and closed the door and drew the bolt across to lock it. I peered down and through the hole and saw her grin, anxiously awaiting my cock to enter.

Rain was still thunderous against the tin roof of the block as I poked my cock through which was greeted by a pair of warm facial lips.

‘Oh this feels good, weird but good’ I thought. I could blow any second but avoided the thought by listening to the spanking upon the roof.

My wife sucked me off for a good five minutes then grasped my cock hard as I felt some shuffling happening from behind the door. I looked lower, beneath what I could see through the small gap between the door and the floor and she’d turned around, bent over and took my cock from behind. Bliss I thought, oh what a feeling!

I was going hell for leather; she was hard up against the door spreading her goods like it was a keyhole to paradise. And it was. I could catch glimpses pussy stretched across the hole in the door even in the dull of light.

That pussy needed a good fucking and I was just the person to do it.

I continued to pound, trying to hear the sounds of farts and squishing. The sound of the rain spoiled that but I could just hear her groans and if that was too hard, I could certainly hear my own.

I guessed at this point she hadn’t touched her clit. Nor could I obviously but I considered she was taking this for a long as she could because once she climaxed, it would be difficult to regroup given the venue and the fact we said we’d agreed to be away a short while. We fucked on all while I was trying to not yet release my load.

It was a YOU go first thing and neither of us were letting up.

The scent was fantastic. It dominated the usual and ordinary smell of a public toilet. Each time I withdrew, I got a whiff rising between the door and my chest. My hands were firmly placed on the door’s top and each time I sunk into her, the door rattled making it an even hornier affair.

Suddenly the room, for a split period of a second, went duller. A shadow or something or a huge cloud had come over us. Then footsteps, fast; someone racing from the rain, a person about to come into the toilet block.

I pulled out quickly sounding a POP, like one does when they flip a finger from their inside cheek disturbing those in a movie theatre and immediately attired whilst backing against the wall outside the door as the stranger walked in.

My cock was thudding inside my closed pants and I’m sure he knew full well I was servicing the hole in the door. He said nothing and stood a couple of metres away, leaning on the same wall.

My wife hadn’t known why I pulled away and for a few moments, her gash remained spread across the hole although it may have been difficult for the stranger to identify it.

I willed her not to speak; not to ask why I pulled out. She said nothing and her shadow beneath the door suggested she’d turned and sat down on the toilet seat.

The stranger said nothing at all. He inconspicuously manoeuvred his body to get a peak at the hole. It would have been difficult given the light and the angle and that his eyes were probably just beginning to adjust with the darkness of the room.

We both stood there silently; my wife said nothing.

The door of the first cubicle remained open and it was kind of odd the stranger stood waiting for the one with the hole in the door. But it was obvious.

I left it a few moments and moved into cubicle one myself. I closed and bolted the door and discovered a peep hole in the wall between the two cubicles, large but not large enough to slide a cock into. I had a good view of the hole in the door where my wife sat however she hadn’t noticed the hole I was looking through, at her.

Less than a minute later, I sensed the stranger move closer and his eye appeared through the hole in the door. He looked into the darkened room but I couldn’t be sure he saw what he thought he was looking for.

Thinking the stranger was probably me; my wife drew closer to the door and peered back out. Seconds later, a cock – his cock, came through the hole and she immediately latched onto it with her mouth. Round two she reckoned.

I pulled my trousers down and started to wank… this is great I thought. I could see her going down on this guy and enjoying every moment of it until once again she pulled back, reversed-bodied and took him from behind.

I could hear the same sounds of the door being thrashed about; his hands like mine were gripped at the top of the door as he thrust in and out of her. The thunder of the echoed rain continued to bounce against the roof as he powered into her. This was too good, she was firing on and groaning by the second, I couldn’t resist the temptation to come out and watch him fuck her from outside the cubicle.

I quietly opened the door and pulled it closed behind me. The stranger noticed me but continued to pump like I wasn’t there.

Then, he let out a huge groan as he’d presumably shot his load deep inside her, then a sigh of relief as he pulled away nodding at me to suggest I need to go back there.

My wife remained at the door, cunt still stretched across the hole; juices spitting and spurting through and dripping from the hole. Another shadow appeared and someone else was about to enter the room. Me, cock in hand; him walking over to the sink to rinse off. …Busted. The second stranger went straight for the door hole.

In no time at all, he’d opened his fly and was erect ready for his relief. He hadn’t even looked in the hole’ just slammed it in, in the hope it would meet a desired docking.

He was huge, about nine inches with an enormous head. It hardly fitted the hole in the door let alone the hole it was about to enter. But it did, and with that, brought a huge groan from my wife – almost manly… like someone had been socked in the guts.

I stood back at the wall and watched. The first guy had cleaned up and remained, watching as well. Then a third guy entered.

The third guy tested the door to the first cubicle and as it opened, he took himself inside and locked the door.

He’d been watching through the hole in the wall for a few minutes realising a woman was being banged in the men’s toilets. He would have seen her pulled-down dress and tits flopping up and down while she rode him. Then he came out.

I was still poised against the wall, wanking my vein filled monster of excitement and the other guy was still at the hole pounding away.

The third guy lowered his footy shorts to unleash his prize while the guy at the door was screaming and pulling away spraying his fluid against the door of the cubicle.

There was a lot of heavy breathing and panting from men who just had their wicks wet, and from one who was about to.

Her snatch stayed at the hole, in view of all whom remained looking. It’s his turn I thought. …One more, maybe.

He threw his cock into the hole and began grinding. Like all of us, he gripped the top of the door to even up his balance and so that she’d receive as much cock as he can offer.

He was slower than the others; about seven to eight inches and slender but he was giving it to her the way she likes it, deep slow and gushy. The scent was the air now, perfumed and pleasant; fanny smells and spent cum.

Her shadow beneath the door appeared that she’d pulled way and taken him into her mouth. Her feet could be seen at the bottom of the door as he continued to rock to and fro. He was in fantasy land until his muscles bound followed by a roar as he let his juices out. She gagged but sounded satisfaction for a job well done.

The first stranger had begun to conform; his cock was out and on the large again. The others left the block quicker than they’d entered it. It was three of us.

I motioned the guy to stick his cock back through the door again and he smiled – somewhat giggled at the gestured not knowing even that I even knew her.

‘This is better than Christmas Dinner’ he would have thought, ‘we’re lucky guys to stumble across this’ He was in awe and couldn’t believe his luck as he’d slipped out just like us.

My wife had no issues backing against the door again, stretching her womanhood across the hole once more. And she did, to welcome the cock about to remind her she’s a sexy lady and has the talent to satisfy men, when her mood takes her.

He threw his cock in, amongst his own and her juices and shafted her proper.

“Speak to me” she said, “Is this good for you?”
“I’m about to cum again!” he replied.

She didn’t add to the conversation but the looks of the movement in her feet on the ground below the door, I can only suggest she gave him the fucking of a lifetime.

Both he and she were howling, over the top of sounds of rain on the roof. She was obviously rubbing her clit and this would be the final showdown. I was close to blowing myself when he pulled away asking “You close?”

I replied, “Very” “Give it to her mate, I have. She loves it” he proposed.

I stuck my cock into the hole and her awaiting quivering pussy and we rode each other like there was no tomorrow. The guy stood back and wanked; watching me at her when all three of us came to climax, together.

“I’m out” the guy said, rinsing himself off at the sink along the way.

“Are we done now? Can we go back to the party now babe?” she asked.

“Yep, all done. You good?”

“Yes, that was awesome, but I’m a bit sore. You really let me have it didn’t you!”

We returned to the party and spoke nothing of what we both understood was an orgy as such, through the keyhole of paradise.