Mary and I were both on edge the rest of Saturday, and all day Sunday.
I think we were both expecting one of the five men that knew us, and that had fucked Mary and humiliated me, to call or come by to gloat over us.
As it was, nothing happened. I found out later from Mary that Russell had instructed them to give us space.
That was a really good thing.
I think Mary kept vacillating between fondly remembering the great sex she had, and feeling remorse for having been intimately penetrated by people we actually knew, and feeling disgusted for having been fucked by her own brother, who seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed himself.
It was a lot of conflicting feelings.
I, of course, shared some of those feelings.
The guy from church concerned me the least- he was more of an acquaintance to begin with.
The other four concerned me a great deal.
Obviously, the next-door neighbor was an issue. I had no idea what he might want, and when.
Mary spent her days home alone, and that made her vulnerable. I had no way to protect her.
Both of our brothers had legitimate reason to just drop in unexpectedly without their wives or kids, and neither one seemed to have regrets about what they did. Quite the opposite, actually.
We both knew it would happen eventually, but neither of us was quite ready for it.
And then there was Charlie.
He, perhaps, frightened me the most.
He didn't like me. I never liked him and, as I was his superior I had probably treated him with a little more contempt than I should have.
It was probably due to the fact that, at company family gatherings, he would pay a little too much attention to Mary. She never liked him either- until now. Her opinion of his personality hadn't changed, but in the throes of passion she had said she loved his cock, and she loved him. I know it was just the sex talking, but it still hurt me. I'm not even sure she remembers saying it.
And I would have to face his sneering in the morning.
It was with a great deal of fear that I walked into work that day.
Fortunately, it was a busy day, and half the day went by and no Charlie. I was greatly relieved, but that relief was short-lived. All the guys in the shop went to lunch at 11:30. At 11:40 Charlie opened the door to my office and walked right in.
"You're supposed to knock, ya know?" I said.
Ignoring me, he walked up to my desk, placing a small Dixie cup in front of me.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Pour it in your mouth, and don't swallow it til I tell ya.", he said, ignoring my question.
I looked at it. White and creamy. I think it was his cum.
"I'm not going to do that, it's gross. Leave!"
"This says you are!"
He showed me the video playing on his phone. it clearly was Mary's face as he was fucking her, and as she called out his name.
"Obey!" he said.
Remembering what Russell said, I reluctantly picked up the cup, and poured it in my mouth.
I was right. It was cum. I looked up at him expectantly, waiting for the command to swallow.
He pulled up a chair, pulled a sandwich out of a brown paper bag and slowly started eating it.
The amount of cum in my mouth was a lot, and, mixing with the saliva, was simultaneously easing it's way down my throat and oozing out of the corner of my mouth. I could feel it dripping down my face, getting close to my chin. It was going to drip on my tie. I reached up to stop it.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Russell said, wagging his finger. He wanted to watch it drip.
And so it did.
A glop about the size of a quarter.
As soon as it hit, he busted up laughing.
He had finished eating and as he got up to leave, he said, "Swallow."
And I did.
"Now thank your master"
"Thank you master" I said, glaring at him.
"I'll be checking on you later. The glob of cum better still be there. Leave it until you get home! See ya tomorrow!"
Oh, great. This was going to be a daily occurrence?!
I rinsed my mouth out and started to get up to close my door, but sat right back down, because my cock was hard as a rock.
How could he do this to me? Why did I get turned on having him humiliate me like this?
He walked past me later, made it a point to look at the dried cum on my tie, then gave me a thumbs up, with a big goofy smile.
I was relieved to get home that evening.
I walked in, and heard Mary in another part of the house.
"I'm home!" I called out.
"Be right there!" came the reply.
I wasn't expecting what came next.
Mary came around the corner naked, with a glass in one hand and our neighbor's hand in the other. At least he was dressed.
"What the hell's going on?" I asked.
"I was obeying," Mary said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
And she showed me the glass. I took it from her briefly. It was warm, and it was more white, milky fluid.
Our neighbor's cum.
Handing it back, I asked, "What's this?"
"Silly cucky, you know what it is!"
"For me?" I asked.
Mary got a goofy look on her face- like a little girl who had gotten her daddy the best birthday present ever, and smiling big, nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Aww, you shouldn't have," I replied somewhat sarcastically. She didn't catch it, but our neighbor, Roger, did. He had his hand to his face, covering a smile.
"I have to admit, it was Roger's idea. He felt bad that he missed you- and only by ten minutes! Imagine that!"
"Yeah, imagine that." I replied dryly, glaring at Roger. He looked away. He might have something on us, but he hadn't learned how to take advantage of the situation yet, and he knew I could still beat his ass.
"So he thought, considering how much you like to eat cum, we would save it up for you!"
"It's still warm."
"That was my idea. I got out one of the old baby bottle warmers, and kept it warm. That way it would be a nice, warm 98.6 for you!"
"It's a lot."
"Eight loads."
My jaw hit the floor. "Eight...eight? How...where...what the fuck?!"
Roger was looking downright scared, and cowered away from me. I realized my right hand was balled in a fist.
"John! You're disrespecting our guest! Roger has a quick recovery time. Let's see- twice the normal way, two blow jobs, two hand jobs, one titty fuck..."
"And once in the ass" Roger finally spoke.
"And now I suppose you want me to drink this in front of you, Roger?"
He looked at Mary.
"My cucky, Roger has a special request. He wants to be the one to feed it to you."
And with that she handed the glass full of cum to Roger.
He hesitated.
"Go on, he won't bite Roger."
He hesitatingly approached me, half afraid I was gonna slug him. I opened my mouth for the inevitable, and a new-found courage came over him. Walking forward, he held the glass up. "Don't spill a drop, cumeater", he said.
In one swift move, the entire contents of eight male orgasms were emptied into my mouth.
"Swallow!" he said.
It took two gulps to get it down.
He handed me the glass. "In case you want to lick it clean..."
I looked inside the glass, and tilted it slightly towards me. There was a little bit left. I looked at it, and the longer I looked at tlit, the harder I got. Drinking the larger quantity kinda made me nauseous, but contemplating the last bit of cum made me extremely horny. Being forced to do something was one thing, but willingly showing my submission to Roger by chasing after that last bit was making me sweat...salivate...I had to have it all.
I raised the glass and tilted, letting the last bit drip onto my tongue. I relished the taste as my hand rubbed my crotch. I stopped rubbing to stick my finger in the glass. I had to have it all! Like a man possessed, I stuck my tongue as far into the glass as it would go. I wasn't satisfied until I had it all!
I finally finished and, when I looked up, they were both looking at me like I was crazy. Perhaps, but I was happy.
"I have to go, Christine will be home soon." Roger said.
Mary pouted, but followed him to the front door.
He started to open the door, but paused and, looking at me, pulled Mary to himself, kissing her deeply, tongues wrestling with each other.
"Thanks for a wonderful day, Mary. I really enjoyed it. I don't know how often I can do this, Christine is always home, but I might have to become better friends with John...I mean cumeater..."
They both laughed a little at his unfunny joke, and then he left.
Mary closed the door after he left. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me, snuggling against my chest. She let out a contented sigh, and we stood there like that for a couple minutes. She looked up into my eyes, saying, "I love you!"
"I love you too, babe..." and I moved to give her a kiss.
"Whoa, there- you still have cum on your face!"
"Sorry...I forgot."
"It's okay. I'm going to go take a shower, and I'm exhausted- will you order a pizza?"
"Sure" I said.
The pizza arrived, and I called out: "Pizza's here?".
No reply. I heard the water stop, so I know she should hear me.
"Mary?!"
Still no reply.
I set the pizza down and went to check on her.
She had fallen asleep on the bed, hair still in a towel.
She looked so beautiful, laying there naked on the bed.
I went and layed down behind her, spooning her. She let out a "mmmm..."
Laying so close, i couldn't help but get hard.
I began rubbing against her.
She started to moan slightly, and that woke her up.
"What are you doing?!" she cried out.
Enjoying my wife's body, of course!"
"We can't- Russell will find out!"
