Linda didn't call me that afternoon. I wondered what had happened. In fact, I was slightly worried about her. We
had
moved things to a whole new level by allowing Charles to watch, after all. I just hoped he reacted with lust instead of jealousy as he watched us. Given that he hadn't leapt from the closet and tried to kill me, I assumed he'd taken it well, but still I was a little concerned. Needless to say, I was relieved when I saw an e-mail entitled "Wow!!!" from her the next morning, as I was drinking my coffee and trying to clear my head before everyone else in the house woke up and the day started. I had client meetings in town today, and couldn't meet her for our daily run.
Bill:
Sorry I didn't call you this afternoon, but I was busy... or should I say "we" were busy.
First of all, thank you for the absolutely fantastic fucking you gave me! I could have been happy with that alone, but it turned out that the day was only getting started.
When you left, Charles came out of his hiding place. He was naked and more aroused than I think I've ever seen him, and he simply pounced on me! In a very good way, I must say. He just couldn't wait to enter me and slide his hard cock through the load you had left in me not two minutes before. I felt so wanton thinking about it as I lay there, having sex with my husband just moments after my lover (you sexy thing) had finished with me. It made me climax just feeling his hardness push through the goo inside me. I think that was about the time you shut the door on your way out. Charles was so worked up that he went off right after I did. As is his habit lately, he started to kiss his way down my body so he could lap up the combination of juices that were pouring out of me. This time, though, I pushed him over on his back and sat on his face. I told him I wanted to make sure he got ALL the cum from my pussy. "I want you to drink down all of it, including my lover's sperm." That's what I said to him. He started licking me like a madman, and he stayed hard. I bent down and started licking him clean.
As I was lapping up the residue of my morning's sex escapades, I suddenly realized that this was the first time I'd ever taken Charles, or any man, in my mouth after sex, and although it was heavily masked by all the male essence, my own flavor was still very noticeable. I began to understand what Charles likes about this new fetish of his. (He says he found stories on the internet about it. It's called a "creampie.")
Anyway, after we'd cleaned each other up, I turned around and rode him to another climax. When I rolled off him, he slid down and lapped me clean again, and we started over. Again! This is how our sex life has been for weeks now. He literally wears us both out, fucking me and then cleaning his sperm out of me. Sometimes he's able to managed a fourth time, but today it was only three. Lucky thing, too, because by the time we'd caught our breath it was almost time for Abby to be home. I sprayed some air freshener around to cover the smell of sex, then showered quickly. Charles was sound asleep when I came out of the shower, so I just covered him up and let him sleep. Abby was concerned when she came home and saw his car in the garage. I just told her that he was all worn out and came home early - well, it was mostly true, after all, even if he wasn't worn out until AFTER he'd come home.
I know you have clients to meet with tomorrow, so I thought I'd fill you in like I promised. Thanks for being such a great lover!
See you soon – the sooner the better!
Linda
PS You've GOT to try this 'creampie' thing. If it fires you up like it does Charles, you're going to totally wear me out, stud.
"Wow!" pretty much summed it up. I was hard halfway through her e-mail. I ended up masturbating in the shower as I thought about the hot sex Linda and Charles had after I left their bedroom, especially the mental image of her taking his sticky cock in her mouth and licking him clean. Even with the relief I'd gotten in the shower, I was still preoccupied by thoughts planted in my head by Linda's e-mail. My client meetings were a blur, I don't remember much of the afternoon and I couldn't tell you what we had for dinner, either. All I remember is that I thought constantly of Linda, of sex, of licking a big load of my own cum out of her tasty blonde pussy. My cock twitched constantly, slowly creating a wet spot of pre-cum in my underwear that grew larger as the day went by.
When bedtime came, Lily, my wife, was apparently feeling frisky. I was glad of that, because otherwise I'd have had to slip out of bed after she'd fallen asleep so that I could take care of this raging horniness that was about to consume me. Rather than her usual routine of quickly shucking her clothes and throwing on one of her plain cotton nightgowns, she pulled a lacy teddy out of her lingerie drawer and proceeded to do a sultry striptease right next to me as I lay on top of the covers. I had been trying to read a book, but I soon laid it aside as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. She grinned, knowing she'd captured my attention, and sensuously let the blouse fall from her shoulders. She stooped down to pick it up and then dropped it on my head. Her scent on the warm cloth, her body's musk mixed with her perfume, made my cock begin to stir.
