Jerry had been looking forward to a bedroom session with his wife all week. He had even refrained from loping the mule, although he didn't admit to Raven that he regularly took care of his needs when the frustration got too intense. A combination of problems at work led to postponing their bedroom romp.
Friday arrived, and Raven announced that she was going out to dinner with Jessica, a new friend she met. "You can wait one more day, can't you?" she seductively asked. Jerry was disappointed, of course, but he agreed. On her way out, Raven mentioned that Jessica wanted her to see her apartment, and told him to expect her to be late.
Jerry wondered why his gorgeous wife of six months would agree to go out with a friend on a Friday evening. He thought of her firm, petite body, her long, shiny, black hair, arranged in bangs which he loved. He could be inside her now, looking into her goddess-like eyes, trying to hold back his ejaculation as long as possible.
And then there was her pussy. That marvelous, dark-haired mat of sweet and pungent musk. He liked to munch on her pussy until she bucked her hips and filled the room with her gasps of orgasm.
He pretended to be groggy when Raven got in bed. "Oh, I'm really tired," she whispered, and promptly went to sleep. About an hour later, Jerry was still awake, with a boner that he knew Raven would enjoy. His hand crept down to her sensual grotto, and he slid one finger over her labia.
Hmmm, she's slippery; Did she go to bed aroused, he wondered. He slipped his finger inside her pussy, and back out again. Uh-oh, he thought. That's not just her juices. This has the consistency of semen. He brought his dampened finger up to his nose and detected the faint bleach-like scent of sperm.
He thought of all those cuck stories that he had read, where the wife suddenly declines sex after going out and screwing. This can't be happening to me, he thought in panic. I'm not going to let it progress like those small-dicked wimpy husbands who secretly desire to be denied release while their wives get filled up with other men's cum.
He turned on the bedside lamp and shook Raven awake. She groaned, and started to ask what was going on, when Jerry inserted his finger deep into her pussy and withdrew it.
"Oh my God," she exclaimed, realizing what Jerry was doing.
"Raven," he said in a serious tone, "this looks, feels, and smells like sperm."
She looked worried. "Jerry, hear me out. I'll explain."
"Okay, Cleopatra," he said, using the nickname for her that he had used since their dating days. "What the hell happened? You said you were going to dinner with a new friend Jessica. Did -"