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Months passed, as they insist on doing. Life continued for Todd and Sandra. Up's were enjoyed, down's were tolerated. Ebbs flowed, strikes guttered. The passage of time yawned silently as eternity's grip softly closed in on everything. Todd plotted. Todd embraced the march of time. He beat the drum. He beat his meat. Gently. Not too rough to spoil his best laid plans...
"I'll miss you baby, call me when you land, and when you check in. Fuck I hate these conferences. In this brave new world, everything should be done on zoom anyways" Sandra bemoaned. She didn't have separation anxiety, but she still didn't like being apart for an extended period. Todd was going to be in Ohio for a week, doing a mandatory workshop. Really, it was a corporate mixer. Nothing was to be gained or learned, only ambitious up and comers had any rooting interest. Networking and glad-handing. Leap frogging and politicking. Todd was senior enough to ignore the pageantry, but not so senior as to excuse himself. He would have to spend 6 nights at a 3 star Marriott, and play the part. Sandra didn't know the extent of just how pointless and mundane these yearly events were. To be fair, she could not care less anyways. All she knew was that it meant her man was going to be out of town, and she would have to entertain herself.
Todd landed in Cincinatti and took a car to his hotel. True to his word, he kept Sandra abreast of his itinerary. Once in his room, he facetimed with her and gave her a quick tour of his room. It was a 360 turn that captured the entire glory of the king bed room, coffee maker included. They made kissy faces and noises before hanging up. They had nightly calls during his stay, just catching up and staying in touch. They always enjoyed the other's voice before going to bed.
Todd was given two keycards to his room. He left one on the TV stand, and put one in his wallet. Unfolding it, he glanced at the coupon he had taken from the book. He giggled to himself. For a moment he thought himself devious, perhaps even sadistic. Was his plan unethical? Would it blow up in his face? Not a chance, he thought. He wasn't cheating or straying in any way. He wanted Sandra, and Sandra alone. He did employ a certain deceit, however. During their nightly chats, he dared not let on to his true intentions. She probably wouldn't believe him anyways.
On the morning following his arrival, Todd made a stop at a local health food store. He picked up enough groceries to sustain him for the trip. The room his company rented him came equipped with a small fridge and kitchenette. He used the available desk space as his pantry. Besides the food, he had also picked up some supplements. According to his 20 minutes of intense research and reddit sleuthing, everything he had would help him to produce and store the most semen his body was capable of. Which was already considerably well above average. The final and most important facet was his patience and discipline. He had those in droves as well.
Stay hydrated. Celery. Maca. Health food. Lecithin. Zinc. His days in Cincy were autopilot blurs. He mindlessly danced the dance of a corporate buffoon. All the while, his focus was on his sexual proclivities. He had tried, after all. He and Sandra had good communication. She always heard his side, and kept an open mind. But a good chunk of what makes good communication, is knowing what to omit. Bumps need not be navigated if they are never placed.
Sandra was a good lover. She gave herself over to Todd passionately, and they both climaxed powerfully every time they fucked. Their kinks aligned well. They both enjoyed the vanilla flavors of sub/dom dynamics. Strong grips, light bites. Hair pulling, gripped from the scalp of course. Heavy breathing, moaning. Dirty talk. Why be shy with your exclusive partner? They fornicated unabashedly. Guilt and maintenance were not motivating factors. They both loved it enough to do it as much as the other wanted.
Todd ate Sandra's pussy as part of foreplay, and sometimes as a solo act just for fun. He enjoyed it, and enjoyed her reactions. She typically climaxed one or twice before they moved on to intercourse. And Sandra sucked Todd's dick as well. Almost as often, and similarly, during foreplay. However, she never had blown him to completion, or otherwise as a standalone act. He had wanted her to, but after asking for more head, all he got was more foreplay. She had no interest in making him cum anywhere besides in her pussy. Which they both loved, anyways. But still, he craved to cum in her mouth.
The head she gave was good. It was actually excellent. It was even better than he knew, but since Sandra also knew how talented she was, she always restrained herself. She teased him and lubricated him with her mouth. She knew his body and his breathing. She knew how close her was to orgasm based on how his testicles danced in her hand. She knew when to stop sucking, and finish him deep inside her pussy. A good system, she thought. Damn near perfect. Todd never complained. He had hinted, but he knew instinctively it was a non-starter. Finally, fate had bestowed upon him a chance to reopen that dialogue. He would never force or coerce her, but these coupons provided him just enough leverage that he was willing to stick his neck, and his dick out. Should Sandra refuse, he would accept her refusal and not push the issue. But he thought he had a good shot, and was lining it up as best as possible. And if she agreed, he knew it might be the only actual blowjob he would ever get. So he wanted to be fully loaded. One thing he knew for sure, was that for as well as Sandra knew him, she did not realize what a heavy cummer he was. She had very limited sexual experience before they started dating in college. And he understood that the only sex she had before him was strictly with the use of condoms. Just like they started out with before they became serious and exclusive, and she went on birth control.
He also knew that she wasn't a big fan of porn. She watched some light lesbian action now and then, but it mostly wasn't for her. She knew he watched it, but she just rolled her eyes when the topic came up. She treated his porn habit similarly to his trading card collection. She thought it juvenile, and harmless. For his part, Todd didn't watch a ton of porn. He watched it for the blowjobs he was missing. Nothing deviant. He liked amateur couples. He like real people, enjoying each other. He liked watching a woman lovingly blow her man, and follow through his orgasm and continue nursing his cock with her throat after he had blown his load. Some videos he watched ended in facials, which he wasn't a fan of. But it happened a lot, and from an early age, he realized just how industrious his body was.
None of those guys on pornhub would cum very much, he thought. 3 or 4 ropes, and then a dribble or two. Very rarely he would see a decent facial. It didn't arouse him, but it stoked his curiosity. He would read the comments of those videos, and giggle at the admiration of anonymous internet pervs.
"HUGE LOAD OMGGG"
"SHE'S COVERED, WELL DONE LAD'
Stuff like that. They were impressed with the cumshot, the moneyshot. After realizing that he put those dudes to shame, even the ones who were applauded for their 'huge loads', Todd realized he may have missed his calling. He came at least twice as much as the most impressive amateur stud online...and he did it usually twice a day. Sandra had an amazingly tight pussy. And deep. Todd's dick was average in size. Perhaps slightly longer, but a decent and respectable girth. Nothing too big to have fun with, he was glad for. Given how tight Sandra was, some of those more generously endowed lads online would never be able to get more than the head in...
Sandra's pussy rarely leaked any cum. Her snatch was tight, especially at the entrance. This was just another reason they fit together so well. Todd's freakishly big loads stayed inside Sandra, thanks to her anatomy. And she remained blissfully ignorant to just how copious those deposits were. Hopefully, Todd thought, she would not be ignorant for much longer. If he had one chance at this, he wanted to go all out. Thus the planning and plotting.
According to the armchair experts on reddit, the specialty diet and supplements would get him brimming to the max. The most crucial element, obviously, was to abstain from masturbation. That is, to abstain from masturbating to orgasm. He read many forum comments encouraging the practice of edging, promising results. So in the comfort and privacy of his hotel room, and sometimes even whilst engaged in casual conversation with his wife, Todd would carefully stroke himself up to the edge, and back off at the last moment. He would do this for about an hour each morning, and almost 2 hours at night, as basic cable thrummed in the background.
By the time his flight landed and he ubered back home, his nuts felt heavy as cinderblocks. His research explained in great detail just how silly that misconception was; of course, semen wasn't stored in the testes. However, his week of abstention and edging and supplementing certainly had a physical effect. It was like blue balls, but not painful. He felt a weight, a heft. He felt like he was constantly aware of his genitals. Any rubbing or movement gave him a slight chubby. It was like his cock and balls had a buzz on. A remarkable feeling, and he truly loved it. His mind raced, and he tried his darndest to keep cool. The zero-hour approacheth.
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Big hugs, kisses. Reunion. Joy. Elation. Sandra didn't mind the stale stink of travel. She embraced Todd fully. Her man had returned. She felt his warm groin on her abdomen. She felt his hardness. She dug her face in his neck and breathed his essence. He did the same. They were together again. Comfort. Warmth. Home. Happy thoughts. Guilt? Pangs of guilt. Todd was about to burst, in more ways than one.
