It's one thing to fantasize about your wife having a sexual escapade with another man. But it is entirely different when that fantasy becomes a reality.
Suppose your reserved, faithful, and monogamous wife of a decade came home late one night, then told you about having just had sex with another man. That would be pretty jarring. But what if said wife waited to say anything until you were already enthusiastically eating out her hot juicy cunt? Only then did she reveal that she had just had an affair AND that you have been lapping up and swallowing down her lover's cum. How would you feel then?
Well, that's precisely what happened to me.
For years I had been encouraging my wife, the woman I love more than anything, to just once, bed a man more well endowed than me. Yet, all along, she steadfastly refused to even entertain the notion. So, I'm sure you can understand why I was caught completely unprepared for her sudden about-face.
As she lay there regaling me with graphic details of his enormous cock and mastery at love-making, I was overwhelmed with a level of humiliation I'd never experienced before.
That humiliation was soon taken to even greater depths when my wife revealed that the steady stream of fluids gushing from her pussy was a combination of orgasmic juices from both her and this former boyfriend.
My wife had intentionally waited until AFTER my head had been beneath the bedsheet and blanket. AFTER, I had spent countless minutes enthusiastically slurping up gobs of the rich sauce oozing from her vagina.
Talk about a one-two punch of humiliation!
Under the covers, I couldn't see. I could only smell and taste. And the aroma emanating from between my wife's legs had been as inviting as the taste was intoxicating.
How was I supposed to know what I was smelling or tasting? Could I help it if It smelled good and tasted even better? Or that swallowing this sauce had raised my libido to all new heights?
Embarrassingly, even after Marie had let me in, on both her fling and the resulting creamy remnants between her legs, I still found myself highly aroused by this entire turn of events.
The question then becomes, how can I explain any of that away? When one doesn't stop what he's doing, but instead presses on with greater vigor, what kind of excuse could I possibly have for doing so?
Maybe I should have been mad or hurt, or both. Instead, my strongest emotion was one of extreme lust for my wonderfully sexy wife. Along with a good helping of pride that others find her just as sexually appealing as always have.
When the time came for me to slide my rock-hard dick into her cum coated pussy, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her pussy was so slick and loose. Knowing that my dick was now covered in the semen left by another man was utter heaven! A perverse, deviant, unnatural, and depraved kind of heaven. CREAMPIE HEAVEN!
And now that I was well accustomed to the taste and texture of cum filled pussy, after adding my own sperm into the mix, I again paid homage to the shrine of a woman, diligently swabbing and sucking this creampie of every last drop cream had gone down my throat and into my stomach.
As a side note; Other than guys being guys and gals being gals, we are all pretty much the same in most other regards. We come in all shapes and sizes. Short or tall, fat or skinny. Everyone has an equal standing within his or her sex.
That is until the clothes come off. That's when different attitudes within the sexes come to light.
Two women can have identical builds. One can have huge breasts, and the other, almost none at all. But that's okay. Because, as for sex appeal, there are plenty of people attracted to a big set of fun bags while others can't get enough of cute, small, bite-size titties.
But, take two naked men of identical build and stature. One has been blessed with a nice big piece of salami hanging between his legs. The other is cursed with nothing more than a Vienna sausage.
Guy number one is viewed as a sexual god, receiving the adoration of every woman and the envy of every other male who doesn't measure up.
Whereas guy number two is there for nothing more than comic relief. As far as using that "thing" for pleasing a woman, he is just a worthless schmuck. At the very best, they might say, "it's SO CUTE!" But in the end, no one gets excited by the sight of a grown man with a short dick.
Put another way, "Tits of any size are quite fine! But a tiny dick is just a waste of time!"
Anyway, it really should not have come as any surprise. When the woman I married, and have been deeply in love with for ten plus years, abruptly broke her marital vow. After all, for years, I had been telling her to do just that. That I'd be fine if she ever wanted to relive a moment from her premarital days.
However, the result of Marie unexpectedly hooking up with this old boyfriend "for old times sake" led to her rediscovering what she had been missing for all these years. The pleasurable sexual sensations derived from a cock much larger than my skinny 4" pecker could provide.
An even bigger surprise was when she teased that she intended to make up for lost time.
I didn't know how to feel about this proclamation. It was something I had long dreamed of. My wife, getting it on with other men. But now that it might actually happen, I was having second thoughts about it.
All I did know, this one tryst had reawakened something within Marie. A yearning she had been ignoring for all these years. And it was all my doing.
Marie drifted off to a very sound sleep with me still lapping and sucking the last traces of cum that continued to find its way from the depths of her womanhood.
Once I had successfully cleaned her of every last droplet, I had great difficulty falling asleep. My mind was filled with images of what I thought it would have been like to be there, watching as she and her ex-lover mated like wild sex animals.
I found myself wishing I could have just sat near the bed. Watching my darling wife's face as this Roger character pressed his massive erection against my Marie's tight but hungry pussy. What was her reaction as she felt his big stick opening her love canal wider? As it penetrated more deeply than she had experienced in more than a decade?
After about four hours of fitful sleep, I was startled when Marie's fingers wrapped around my throbbing hard-on and began sliding her hand up and down. My restlessness must have stirred her awake. I was so horny and wanted to know more. As she stroked me slowly, I asked her to tell me every detail of this 'old times sake' reunion with her lover of years ago.
Fortunately, Marie seemed more than ready to put it all out there.
Without a trace of remorse or hesitation, my darling wife told me how rigid her lover's cock was. She even did her best to illustrate how thick and long his erection gets. Then she told me that he came three times. The first time was when she actually sucked him off! That was something she hadn't done to me in years. She also made a point of adding, "His cum tastes less bitter than yours does" Then, more wistfully, she went on to say that he pumped two more loads into her when they fucked.
"I swear, by the time we finished, there is no way that my vaginal canal could have stretched enough to hold all of Roger's cum. It's obvious that most of it had forced its way through my cervix, filling my womb." Marie let out a smirk. "Good thing I'm not fertile. I'd be knocked up for sure."
HOLY CRAP!!! In all the years of dreaming and scheming about Marie having sex with another guy, I had always envisioned her ending up with a pussy full of his cum. Never once had the threat of impregnation entered into my fantasies. Birth control wasn't even a consideration.
The reality of such a possibility really struck a nerve.
In a tone and manner that was out of character for my Marie, she said, "I haven't felt anything like that in SUCH A LONG TIME! You know how you can barely last two minutes." (said as a statement, not a question.) "Well, Roger lasts much, MUCH longer. When he cums, it only softens a little. His cock doesn't get so soft it falls out like yours does, so he never has to stop."
Marie was on a roll, "Where you're lucky to get it up a second time in under an hour, Roger and I were able to fuck non-stop for close to an hour. His cock stays hard for so long and IS so much longer. I got to try so many different positions that you and I could never hope to accomplish. I lost count of how many times I came. And that was before he had his first orgasm!"
Strangely, I found myself enjoying these conformations of just how deficient I have been as a lover, both physically and sexually. "And," she added, "when Roger cums, he cum a LOT! When I sucked him off, he shot six or seven good heavy blasts and then five more, smaller ones. I could hardly swallow fast enough. And he did the very same thing when he came inside me. BOTH TIMES! He does have a set of big, heavy balls. So it would make sense for his prostate to be huge! I bet he could fill a tumbler with his cum." Then snidely adding, "Even at your best, you probably couldn't fill a shot glass."
Suddenly my dick twitched when a vision flashed through my imagination. I saw myself being watched... and laughed at... by my wife and her lover as I drank the cum from those glasses.
