As I stood naked in our kitchen, my wife hung up the phone with Gail, wife of Rick. She turned to me with a smile on her face and said, "I knew she was going to make this into a competition. Rich has eaten his first load of cum already, and she knows that you have to keep up, if not surpass by one. I think you will be having a lot of orgasms this week, a lot more than you are use to. Of course, we'll have to make up for that next week with some orgasm denial, but from now until next Saturday night, I have a feeling it's going to be a cum-a-thon."
It sounded OK to me, except for the fact that I was going to have to swallow every load, creampied, snowballed, spoon fed, sucked up, poured from a cup or a direct shot into my mouth. It was going to be a lot of protein that is for sure. I never should have told her of my creampie fantasy, but I had, and now, well, bottoms up, so to speak. Anyway, our lives were a little more fun for it, so it's OK.
As my wife slowly stroked my ever hardening penis, I looked at her and said, "Do you want me to beat Rick in this competition?"
"Well of course I do honey, I'm your strongest supporter."
"OK then, we just have to keep up. The competition runs from Saturday to Saturday is that correct?"
"Yea, from Saturday to Saturday, that is correct, why?"
"I'm one ahead already. I licked and swallowed cum from girlfriends number twos pussy this morning, remember. So if I can just keep up with him, I'm already one ahead."
She stopped stroking and looked at me. "You know, I think that is a more than fair interpolation of the contest. We are talking about cum eating from Saturday to Saturday, not who's cum your eating, just how many loads, and you are one ahead. I'm willing to go with that. But I have to tell you Gail was very excited by the party and the week ahead. You are going to need to have your mojo running at full speed to keep up. Remember Rick is about 5 or 6 years younger than you, and at our age, that could make a difference."
"Yea, but I have a secret weapon."
"What's that?"
"You."
"Oh honey, you say the nicest things when you have a hard on and you know you're going to cum buckets, you're so sweet. Come here my little cum slut, let me suck that nice hard dick for you and then give you a big wet kiss."
She pulled me to the couch, pushed me down and back and gave me a very nice, slow sucking until I blew a gratifying load into her mouth. She then gave me a nice slow, tongue filled kiss until I had shared and then swallowed a mouthful.
"She smiled, put her head on my chest and said, "There's plenty more where that came from, big boy."
"Yes there is, slow and steady always wins the competition, slow and steady."
We both laughed. She squeezed my balls and said told me to get dressed and get back to my yard work. That lawn, trimming and cleaning wasn't going to happen on its own. I asked her what we were doing that evening. I was told we were drinking and goofing around with another set of friends that knew nothing of our kinkiness. They were just friends, good friends, and we were just a very loving couple to them, and to everyone we knew. Sounded good, I liked the plan, so I continued my work.
Sunday morning was Sunday morning, the newspaper, coffee and I made breakfast. This morning I was trashing the kitchen with home made pancakes with fresh blueberries and strawberries. I had flower everywhere, the griddle was fired up and maple syrup warming in the microwave.
My wife returned from the family room with the laptop in her hands. "This is going to be a marathon." She placed the laptop on the only clear corner of the countertop, opened to her email.. I read Gail's email and knew I would have to cum again this morning, probably sooner rather than later.
"Listen, I just want syrup and butter on my pancakes if that's OK. Can we play catch up in an hour or so?" She laughed and said sure.
As we ate, she explained that Rick and Gail were just playing a game of who could eat more cum, and they didn't know about the other two couples. The other two wives hadn't told each other of their husband's new skills. That Gail didn't know the other two women. So next Saturday would be a surprise for everyone but us. Of course husband number two would quickly realize he is at the same house where some unknown man went down on his wife after they made love. And no, she would not tell me their names, yet, not until we met.
I asked where this was heading. I wasn't comfortable with expanding our "play" with any other people, any more than I had already.
I was assured that was not going to happen with friend one and two. The women in general wanted to out their husbands new skills because they were proud of them, and enjoyed their new control. Because all the men were doing the same thing and all the women were experiencing a sense of power and control, they though their husbands wouldn't be too upset in a group with a common experience. Gail and Rick, they are coming over for drinks and dinner and to meet new friends.
The ace in the hole is that you men are all cum eaters, but you and I are the only ones who know that.
The rest of the week was normal, except there was at least one orgasm a day, sometimes two. I could get use to this, especially when lovemaking was involved. I crave that closeness, and my wife also thinks me going down on her after orgasm is very intimate. I have to agree, it is a sign of my devotion. Take the fetish thing out of it, it's just very personal, it's very loving, it's very sexy.
Saturday afternoon, and we had bought liquor and food and were preparing for our dinner guests. In idle chit chat in the kitchen, my wife told me that she had been keeping loose tabs on the two other couples. They were on target with their five orgasms each and consumption. They were saving the last cum shot as a surprise before coming over, but both were confident they could pull it off, so to speak. My wife mentioned nothing of the Cum-o-thon between Rick and I. But she did have a knowing smile, as if she had something special planned. That always worries me.
Gail and Rick were coming over about 45 minutes early to lend a hand, or start drinking early, whichever was easiest. No matter, we enjoyed their company and it would mean the end of our week long competition, I thought.
We heard their car pull up the driveway, but they didn't appear at the door. After about five minutes I was going to check on them, when they walked across our back patio and into the back door of the kitchen. Gail first, Rick following close behind. Gail held up a small plastic wine glass, and with a big smile on her face said, "Last load before the party, right here. " And she twirled the glass. "Rick just finished in the car in your driveway. How wild is that!" She looked at him lovingly. "He's really getting good at cumming on command, almost." She smiled at him again. "Here you go honey." She handed the glass to Rick, and without even a hesitation, he tilted it back and poured the sperm into his mouth. He closed his eyes, and there was a hesitation before he swallowed, but he forced it down and opened his eyes. With a big, goofy grin he said, "Nothing like a cum shot to humble a husband in front of his wife and friends." We all laughed at the ridiculousness of the comment, but Rick and I knew there was more than a little truth to it.
