This story has elements of cheating and lots of cum eating. If that is not your thing, you should consider not reading it
Shannon rode her husband's cock hard, bouncing up and down, drawing a grunt from him with every drop. Long black hair whipped back and forth as her breasts bounced. She could feel her orgasm building, right there, just out of reach. She needed to cum; needed it with every fiber of her being. Driving down, she tried to force her husband's cock deeper into her sex. Fire burned inside her, flaring up but never quite reaching that elusive explosion she craved. Looking down at her husband she could see the strain on his face. He was holding back his climax, trying to give her what she yearned for.
"Fuck me, Billy. Give me that cock. Fuck me and make me cum," Shannon hissed, increasing her tempo. "Fuck me so good. Fuck. Me."
Billy didn't say anything. Eyebrows furrowed tight, lips drawn, he used his hands on Shannon's hips, helping her bounce as he thrust his pelvis up, trying to match her breakneck rhythm.
She was so close, but her climax eluded her. Frustration bloomed, fueling her need even more.
"Fuck, I need to fucking cum. Fuck me! Fuck me hard or I'll find a man who can take me all the way!" She hadn't meant to say that, it just came out in the heat of the moment.
The words had no more than left her mouth when Billy groaned loud and long, his pelvis thrusting up hard, staying up. Inside her, Shannon felt his cock swell, and then a familiar warmth spread inside her. He was cumming inside her! She grabbed his flowing hair, twining her fingers in it, holding his head as she stared into his wide eyes.
"No!" she screamed in frustration, "No, no, no." She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cum!
As her husband finished his orgasm, his last spurt filling her sex, she pulled off of his softening cock. Diving forward she straddled his head, still holding his hair, planting her sodden pussy directly on his face.
"Fucking finish me! I need to cum so bad," she howled down at him.
Billy lapped at her sex, his tongue diving deep, swirling around. Shannon writhed on his mouth, her orgasm once again building, getting closer, closer. She looked down, between her heaving breasts, past her flat stomach, seeing her husband's face as he sucked her pussy. White cream dotted his lips and cheeks. He was eating his own spunk, she realized. She hadn't considered that, or anything other than her need to cum when she jumped on his face, but the thought was just the little push she needed. An explosion of pleasure erupted inside her. Muscles clenched, she ground her pussy down on his face. Mini-contractions hit her and she felt more of her husband's cum being forced out of her sex, flowing into Billy's open mouth. Intense waves of pleasure undulated through her body. She rode Billy's face, like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, fingers still entwined in his long blonde hair.
Finally, she slumped forward and then rolled off her panting husband. She felt the cold tile of the entryway on her back. Looking up she realized she hadn't even let her husband get to the living room before she'd jumped him. She rolled onto her side, facing him. He was laying there, cum and pussy nectar covering his face. Without thinking she reached over, scooping a large dollop of semen from his chin and pushing it into his mouth.
"Missed some," she laughed.
Billy laughed too, licking her finger.
"Did you like that?" Shannon asked, smiling at him.
"Yes. Was it good for you?" Billy turned to look at her, a soft satisfied smile on his lips.
"Mmm, yes. You always make me cum with your mouth."
"So did Krista not come over today?" Billy asked, reaching over and stroking her bare arm.
"Yes," Shannon drew out the word.
"Didn't she make you cum?"
"She did." Shannon slapped his arm playfully. "You know she's almost as good with her mouth as you are, and her pussy tastes divine, but I needed a cock."
A year ago, she'd met Krista and the two women had both felt a spark. Shannon was open about it to Billy and together they'd agreed that her being with Krista didn't amount to cheating since Krista was another woman. Since then, Krista had been her lover and now, although Krista's husband was still unaware, they made love almost every day.
Billy reached down and tucked his flaccid penis back into his boxers and zipped his pants before climbing to his feet. As he buckled his belt, Shannon stood up beside him. She'd met him at the door naked, which she didn't do often, and literally jumped on him. She watched him head into the living room.
"I'll start supper while you get dressed," Billy said as he walked away.
Disappointed, Shannon really needed more, but her husband was done, at least for a while. Without a word, she padded to their bedroom and slipped an oversized t-shirt over her head. Sitting on the bed she thought about what had just happened. She'd made Billy eat his own creampie and he'd enjoyed it. She'd also slipped up and told him she would fuck another man, and instead of being angry, he'd immediately climaxed. She found that interesting. When they fucked later that night, she thought, she was going to experiment with that a little.
Supper was good. Billy was an above-average cook and he'd whipped up a quick chicken dish with a delicious sauce, sauteed asparagus and a light side salad. They talked about Billy's day at the office, politics, news, and even the weather but all Shannon could think about was her husband eating his own cum. It excited her and she wanted him to do it again. She wanted to see him do it; see him enjoy doing it. She also wanted to see if he responded the same way when she said she wanted to fuck another man. Maybe, just maybe, she could steer him, lead him, to a change in their relationship. She smiled.
"I posted a new video on my web site," Shannon said when the conversation lulled, referring to her subscription only content delivery web site.
Billy looked up at her, a sly smile on his face. "I got the email alert but I haven't had a chance to go see it."
"I used my big vibrator on my pussy." Shannon always got so excited when she made videos for her fans. "I made sure I got a close up of it going in and out of me. I'm sure the guys will love it."
"I'm sure they will too. How many subscribers do you have now?" Billy asked, his eyes still locked on her face.
"A little over a thousand." She tried to sound nonchalant but the truth is she knew the number was one-thousand-forty-one. She kept good track of her web site account. She'd posted a teaser to a social media site trying to build her subscriber following. She wasn't making the big money that some content delivery models did, yet, but she was working on it.
"How many views does your new video have?" Billy asked.
"Oh, I don't know." It wasn't quite a lie. She'd checked just before Billy got home, just two hours after she'd posted it. Six hundred-twenty-four views in two hours. It would be over seven hundred by now, she thought.
After supper was over and the dishes cleaned and put away, Shannon sat next to Billy on the couch. He still wore the same shirt, tie, and slacks that he wore to work. She was wearing just the t-shirt, nothing underneath. Snuggling up to him, she loosened his tie, working it off, as he surfed channels, finally settling on an amateur MMA fight between two large brutes.
Unbuttoning his shirt, she slipped her hand inside, stroking his chest. Billy was not heavily muscled like the two men beating each other senseless on the television, but he was trim and in decent shape. He also had sensitive nipples. Shannon knew just how to use that to her advantage, dragging her nails over his chest. Sliding her other hand down over his waist, she stroked his cock through his pants, feeling it respond to her touch.
"Mmm, someone is coming back to life," Shannon purred into Billy's ear.
He turned his head, smiling, and they kissed. Shannon instantly felt her pussy grow damp. Their tongues touched, danced together. Billy reached around her, pulling her closer, his hand finding her breast. As their kiss ended, Shannon stared up at her husband. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and then pushed it back off his shoulders. Smiling down at her, he pulled his arms out of his shirt, tossing it to the end of the couch. Without taking her eyes from his face, she loosened his belt for the second time that night.