Author's note: First, this is a story that belongs in 'Loving Wives' because it is about a woman having sex with a man other than her husband and getting pregnant. It also explores the mild kink of cum eating and swapping. If this kind of story isn't for you, don't read it and then post angry comments.
This is the second part of a two part story. You need to read my earlier story 'Souvenir' first.
In French, 'souvenir' is a verb that means 'to remember'. We use the word in English as a noun. The French verb 'revenir' means 'to return'.
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When Ben and I had been married two years we had started trying to begin a family. That was when we found out that Ben had a type of total and irreversible male infertility. I had resigned myself to the reality that we would have to use a sperm donor. Ben was slower in coming to accept this reality. We took a vacation together in Hawaii in mid-winter to relax together, and I knew we would have to come to a decision when we returned home.
While in Hawaii we ran into my old high school sweetheart Chad. On the last night that Chad was in Hawaii, Ben nudged me into having an affair with him. I cannot blame Ben for my actions though. In reality I too wanted it to happen. I conceived and Ben and I had a son we named David late that year. You can find all of this in my story Souvenir.
Since David was born, Ben had proven himself to be a wonderful father as I had expected. He left his high aspiration position at a major law firm to work as in-house counsel for an industrial company. The new job had much better hours. We moved from downtown Chicago to the suburbs where we bought a tidy house on a quiet street with a fenced yard.
Ben bided his time, waiting throughout my entire pregnancy and on for almost three years before he brought up the topic of the conception. We were enjoying a quiet evening sitting in our sunroom. David was in bed, and Ben and I were simply sitting together and talking about any number of things. The topic came from seemingly out of the blue.
"That night in Hawaii with Chad, can you tell me what happened?" He abruptly asked.
As I got over my initial surprise, I eyed Ben with suspicion. Was Ben suddenly now, long after the fact, starting to get cold feet? Or had he been nursing a wounded pride for three years, and his jealousy was finally now rising to the surface unbidden to create a nest of thorns in our marriage? I felt the sick twist of fear in the pit of my stomach.
"Why do you want to know?" I temporized.
"I was just curious. I thought it might be something we could...oh, I don't know." Ben was at a loss for words it seemed.
The details of how I had sex with Chad and got impregnated didn't seem like a great topic to share with my husband, even if he had been the one that pushed me into doing it. Ben's tone was light and conversational, and he didn't seem to be motivated by jealousy. But what was he getting at? Why did he want any details? One of my deepest fears was that Ben had never actually intended for me to go and sleep with Chad. He hadn't come right out and told me to explicitly, but his meaning had seemed pretty clear.
Regardless of Ben's motives, I had my own embarrassment to consider as well. I'd be far too mortified to relate the details of my tryst to Ben while casually sitting in our tidy home. For the moment I deflected him by reversing the question.
"What do you think happened?" I asked him.
"I think I know the broader sense." Ben returned. "After all, we have David."
I felt relieved, I suppose. At least I hadn't been wrong about Ben's intentions in Hawaii. I managed to shift the subject, and Ben seemed to get the hint that I was not likely to divulge details.
That night Ben waited for me to climb into bed and I could feel his eyes on me as I brushed my teeth in the bathroom adjacent to our bedroom. As is normal for me, I was just wearing a T-shirt to sleep in. I leaned forward to spit in the sink and I knew Ben was staring at me. Leaning forward I presented a tantalizing view of my thick pussy lips, briefly bringing them from concealment between my legs.
I was feeling a little bit horny, and I lingered for a few seconds to tease him a bit. As I rinsed my mouth I knew his eyes were still on my pussy. I felt blood engorging my lips and a moistening in my pussy.
I climbed into bed and Ben reached for me. He was clearly aroused as I could feel his hardness press against me while he pulled me close. We kissed for a while and then Ben rolled between my thighs without any foreplay. I pulled my legs up, spreading myself and inviting him to take me. I felt Ben's hardness bump against my mound. I was already wet, and his thickness slowly spread my lips before the hard shaft steadily filled my body.
I lay back under my husband's comfortable weight and let the pleasure of being penetrated run through me. After a while I decided I wanted to be on top. We rolled over together, Ben's cock still buried inside me. Once I was mounted on him, I ground my hips down against his, rubbing my lips all over his pubic bone while feeling his thick cock filling me up.
Just as I started to feel an orgasm build, Ben gave a small groan and I felt the familiar sensation of his cock throbbing with his release and spurting his cum deep inside me. Ben had reached his climax faster than usual and robbed me of my own. After coming, Ben rested beneath me, letting his cock soften within the tight grip of my vagina.
"Hmmm...you cheated me on that one." I murmured to him. "What got you so aroused?"
"I'll make it up to you." Ben whispered.
He placed his hands against my thighs and urged me forward until I was kneeling over his chest. Then he shocked me as he suddenly slid himself down until his head was between my thighs. He grasped my hips and I felt his lips press against mine. His tongue slipped between my pussy lips and touched my clit.
"Oh no," I said softly. "Stop." Ben had never gone down on me after fucking me before and I was very self-conscious. My cunt was soaking wet with my arousal and I couldn't help but think about the huge load of semen injected deep in my vagina.
I was also still very aroused from our interrupted intercourse. As Ben buried his face against my engorged lips my protest dissolved into a groan of pleasure. Ben rubbed his tongue back and forth across my clit while alternately sucking on it hard. My arousal immediately picked up where we had left off, and I began building towards a huge release.
As I got closer and closer to climax, my inhibitions about the state of my messy pussy dropped from my mind. Soon I was moaning almost continuously and grinding my twat hard against Ben as he licked me. Just as I was on the verge of orgasm I became aware of even greater wetness flooding from my vagina and I realized that Ben's semen was draining from me and coating his chin and mouth.
Bizarrely, the nasty kinkiness of rubbing my messy cunt all over him turned me on beyond anything and I cried out as I came. I throbbed with pleasure and felt Ben running his tongue all over my lips and even into my hole. It was so hot and so nasty I could not believe it. Where had this idea come from?
After coming I lay down next to Ben. I felt the warmth of his body in contrast to the coolness of the room. I was burning to ask him where he had decided to lick me after fucking me. He had to have been aware that he had licked his own issue from inside of me, hadn't he? I hesitated, embarrassed by knowing that he had eaten me with my pussy such a mess.
Ben offered me an opening. "Was that OK?" he asked.
I rolled over on my side and rested my head on my arm. "It was more than OK. I needed to come like that." I told him. "What had you so aroused that you came so quickly?" I asked him.
In the dim light from the open bathroom door I think I saw Ben blush red. He looked away for a moment. "Nothing." Was his reply.
I snuggled up against Ben and held him quietly. My mind was racing around and around in a circle. What struck me first was our brief conversation in the sunroom earlier. Was it a coincidence that Ben was suddenly hyper-aroused the same day as he brought up the topic of Chad for the first time in years?
I thought back to that night in Hawaii when I had conceived David. It had been Ben who had suggested that we take the chance. Ben had seemingly come to grips with our needing to resort to a sperm donor in order to conceive. But why then did he encourage me to sleep with Chad? It seemed strange that he would prefer having another man fuck his wife over an anonymous sperm donor or even adoption.
With a start I then recalled how Ben had eagerly jumped between my legs to fuck me when I returned from Chad's condo. I'd been surprised when Ben had remarked on how wet I was that night. I'd thought that he was simply commenting on my arousal. Perhaps it was something more. As hard as it was to imagine I realized that Ben was in some way turned on by the idea of Chad fucking me. Troubled by this idea, I was a long time falling asleep in Ben's embrace.
One evening a few weeks later, Ben was upstairs putting David to bed. I was sitting on the sofa flipping channels, but there was nothing much of interest on TV. Ben came back down and sat down next to me. He watched the nothing I was flipping through for a few minutes.
"What do you think about having another child?" Ben asked me.
