AMY'S PATH Pt 1 By Senor S.S.
My husband Jay used to have the habit of reading a particular newsgroup online, something relating to cheating wives. It was harmless; he knew I had no notions of ever cheating on him, and it really got him hot and horny.
My name is Amy, and I've been married to Jay for just over four years now. We'd met two years before that, when I was nineteen and he was twenty-seven. The age difference seemed a little much right near the beginning, but we grew really close and never really thought about it much after that. We don't have any children, and neither of us really wants them. I have a bad reaction to the hormones in birth control pills, so we use condoms for birth control.
I guess for this kind of story, a description of us is in order. I'm a little on the tall side, 5'8", with blue eyes and neck-length bobbed red hair-- yes, it's natural! I'm told I look a little like Allyson Hannigan, from Buffy and American Pie. I'm not a waif-- I have nice curvy 36" hips, a thin waist, and a firm set of 34C's, if I don't say so myself! My nipples are average sized, but my aureolas are very small, which has the effect of making my boobs look even bigger than they really are. And for the curious, yes, I keep myself completely shaved "down there." Both Jay and I have a thing against body hair, it just seems to turn us off. Since what's good for the goose is good for the gander, he keeps his "area" shaved as well. He's 6' tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. His cock isn't small, he's an honest seven inches erect.
Now, where was I? Jay never kept his internet story-reading habits a secret from me. It wasn't that it bothered me, because it didn't. I just wasn't really into that kind of fantasy. But if it turned him on, then there's no harm, right? He even had me read a few with him, but it didn't do anything for me. He explained that before he met me, he'd had a steady girlfriend who'd cheated on him pretty bad, and in a sort of reaction, he somehow developed the cheating wife/girlfriend fantasy fetish to deal with the pain.
As part of this fantasy, he'd brought up the topic of the creampie early in our relationship. He'd never ask me to actually cheat on him, but he said there was a way to simulate it for his fantasy. He'd have to come inside me, and then he'd go down on me afterward, pretending that the gooey mess had been left there by another guy (or guys!) The problem here, of course, is that I'm not on the pill. So, we agreed to be VERY careful, using the rhythm method for those couple of days a month when I'd be safe for his creampie eating nights. There were no accidents, not even a pregnancy scare.
But there were a couple problems with this. First, Jay only got to have his little fantasy a couple nights a month, and frankly, we'd BOTH like it a little more often-- there's NOTHING like the feeling of being eaten out after a good solid fucking. Second, and probably most importantly, Jay would lost his "nerve" for eating me out after he had his orgasm. I'd sometimes play along and "force" him to do it, but his interest just wasn't there like it would have been if I had actually had some other guy's cum in me, and if he hadn't already shot his load.
So, thanks again to that newsgroup, he read a post one night that gave him an idea, and he came to bed and ran it by me. Jay said that on all the nights where we use the condoms, instead of flushing it like we normally do, he'd pour the semen from it into a small tupperware container, and he'd keep that in the freezer. Then, after saving up a few of those, we could warm it up whenever we wanted, get it up inside me somehow, and he'd have a cuntful of cum to clean up before even entering me! And better yet, there was no way the sperm would survive if we heated it up warm enough-- heat kills sperm! Using a thermometer, we could make sure it got warm enough so that we wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy.
I thought it sounded like an interesting idea, although a bit kinky, but I readily agreed. It wouldn't be the same for me-- I'd be getting eaten and then fucked, instead of fucked and then eaten. But I'm an adventurous girl, and Jay really seemed to want it.
So we bought ourselves a special little freezerproof containter, heehee! And for the insertion part, we found an infant's medicine dropper that was smooth plastic, and just the right size and shape to squeeze a nice portion of thawed cum up into my waiting pussy. For a couple weeks, he dutifully used the condoms, always saving it and making his after-sex trip to the kitchen to make his "sperm donation" to the cup in the freezer. It accumulated quickly, because he showed me how much was in there after two weeks, and I was impressed! I never thought Jay really came much, especially compared to one of the boyfriends I'd been with before I met him (he could shoot it out like Ron Jeremy, but that's for another story!) Well, it was more than enough, so we agreed that the next night would be our first try at his new little game.
I decided that I was going to go all out for him, and totally make it seem like I'd been fucked by another guy beforehand. After dinner, he had some running around to do-- Home Depot, AutoZone, guy stuff. That would give me a couple hours to set my table, so to speak.
As soon as his car was out of the driveway, I had that little container of frozen spooge out of the freezer and floating in a bowl of hot water, with the thermometer standing by for safety's sake. Then, I went upstairs to get myself ready. I drew a bath, slid in, and soaked for a good ten minutes. Then I picked up my razor and went to work-- I wanted to be absolutely SMOOTH, everywhere. I went to work on my crotch, asshole, EVERYTHING. I didn't want even the tiniest hair to distract Jay from his duty of lapping up "some other guy's" cum from his cheating slut wife!
When I'd finished, I loofahed myself gently with some bath gel, did a quick rinse-off with cold water, and towelled myself off. I went to the bedroom and dug around in my underwear drawer. Don't worry, I didn't plan on wearing panties for this one! No, I was looking for something else: my biggest monster dildo. I mean, if Jay is going to pretend that I've been used by anothr guy, then I might as well help out by getting my pussy believably stretched out, right?
Finding the massive 12" black jelly dong, I hopped up on the bed still naked and popped the end of it into my mouth. My cunt was already getting fairly juicy from thinking about the things I was about to do, but I wanted to make sure it was totally wet enough to just sliiiide right into me. I fingered my clit a little while I lubed up the head with saliva. Then, I placed it right at my opening and pushed. Usually, it takes me a little while to work that dildo into me, but not this time! No, I was looser than usual already, and that thick thing just jumped right up into me with the slightest push. I started to slowly work it in and out, moaning with excitement and working on my left nipple with my free hand. It felt soooo good. Just the thoughts of the perverted fantasy that I was about to live out for my husband got me incredibly worked up. I don't think I had ever gotten my own pussy that juicy before.
As I slid the huge dildo in and out, getting faster and faster, I abandoned playing with my rock-hard nipple-- a girl only has two hands, ya know-- and started spreading my sloppy pussy juices around my crack with my finger. I spread it toward my rear entrance, and stuck just the tip of my pinkie past my tight sphincter. Oh god, that felt great! It was like an electric shock right to my clit, and I felt the warmth of my orgasm flooding in on me. I tried to imagine some strange man fucking me instead of the dildo, and putting HIS finger into my tight little asshole, instead of mine. His cock, pistoning in and out of me while he lubed me up for an anal violation. Would my ass be loose enough to take his huge cock, or would it split me open?
Uh... OHGOD! It hit me like a flash flood, and my cootch flowed juice all down the shaft of the dildo. I lay there for a moment, to catch my breath, slowly sliding the soaked toy out of my steamy hole. I touched the tip of it to my tongue-- I'd recently become fond of my own taste-- and then plunged it into my eager mouth, sucking down my succulent juices.
I glanced over at the clock radio and suddenly became aware of the time. He was going to be home in less than fifteen minutes! I had better get a move on!
I quickly went through my closet to find an appropriate outfit for the occasion. I grabbed my favorite evening gown-- tight, black, and ankle-length with lots of cleavage AND two slits (left and right) that go almost up to crotch level. When I wear it in public, I have to be VERY careful abount not flashing a glimpse of panties through either of those slits. But for tonight, there was no worry about that. I threw it on over my naked body, no panties or bra required. I grabbed a pair of chunky black wedge heels, with criss-cross straps up my calves, and laced them up.
I'm one of those rare women who can do my makeup in record time, and that's what I did! A totally slutty look, almost whoreish compared to my usual. Deep red lipstick, thick black eyeliner, the works. I wanted Jay to know just how slutty I'd gotten for "the guy" who came before him!
Once I finished with all that, there was just one thing left to do. I strutted into the kitchen to the stove, and looked at the thermometer on the load. Bingo! It was at the proper temperature. I took the container from the hot water, and went into the living room with it and the madicine dropper. Sitting back on the couch, I stuck my legs up in the air and spread them wide. Using the dropper, I sucked up a bunch of the semen from the container, and then injected it into my waiting cunt. It was so warm feeling as it slid down toward my cervix! I wanted to get all of it in me, and not waste a single drop!
I quickly sucked up the entire container, dropper by dropper, and inserted it between my engorged pussy lips. A little bit of it started to pool around the outside, but the majority stayed inside me, and I could feel it flowing down deeper. I hoped that we were right about that temperature, and that I wasn't knocking myself up with a plastic dropper. I realized that this was the most cum I'd ever had in my body at once, and wondered if that would change in the future. I hoped so! The thought of the cum belonging to someone other than Jay was really starting to really turn me on!
I sat there on the couch for a few minutes to let it all ooze down into me as far as it could. It was as much as I could get out of the container with the dropper, and I licked them both clean. Why not add to the effect by having sperm breath, you know? I set it all aside on the end table, hit the remote on the TV, and hugged my knees to keep all of the load inside of me.
Like clockwork, I heard the door start to open right on time. Jay entered through the front door, and I got up and walked over to meet him. I could feel a drop of cum exit my pussy and slowly start to drip down my left leg. It tickled! But I was so turned on and horny at that point, I didn't care.
My husband's eyes kind of bugged out at how I was dressed. He looked me up and down, and I could sense him mentally licking his lips. I knew he loved this outfit, and I knew his mind was contemplating our little game.
"Hey," he said. "What have you been up to? That's quite the outfit for a quiet night home."
I hadn't really thought out the specifics of any story to feed him, but it came to me fairly quickly. "I was feeling bored, so I got dressed up. And wouldn't you know it, just as I was trying to choose what panties to wear, the doorbell rang!"
"Who was it?" I could tell Jay was getting into it.
"It was Bob, from next door," I replied. Bob was fairly attractive, and despite his being married to my friend Eileen, I still thought he was kind of cute. "He asked if you were around, but I told him you'd gone out to run some errands. I asked if there was anything I could do for him, and that's when he looked me up and down and got a weird look in his eye."
"What kind of look?"
"I don't know, kind of like he wanted to see what I looked like without the gown! But I thought you'd be home soon, so I invited him in to wait."
"Well, he's not here now. What happened?"
At this, I started to blush. Even though nothing had really happened, just the thought of making something up and telling it to Jay made me kind of embarrassed. But I vowed to go through with it. Besides, the thoughts from earlier had gotten me off, and were getting me pretty damn horny now, too.
"Well, he came in, and I told him he could sit down on the couch. I asked him if there was anything I could get for him while he was waiting, and he said a glass of water would hit the spot. So I went to get him one. But when I came back and went to hand it to him, we must have missed or something, because I dropped it and spilled it all over the carpet."
I knew no water had really been spilled, and so did Jay, but that didn't stop him from looking around for a wet spot on the carpet. But speaking of wet spots, I would feel more of the sperm I'd inserted dripping down my thighs. If I didn't hurry things along, it was all going to be gone by the time Jay got there!
"So I went and got a dish towel to soak it up. But I guess I wasn't paying attention, because when I knelt over to clean it, I think my gown revealed a little more of me than usual. And I didn't have panties on!"
"Yeah?" Jay asked. "Bob got to see a bit of crack?"
"A bit?" I exclaimed, "He was staring right at my exposed asshole and I didn't even realize it!"
"Oh jeez... I'm sorry, hon..." Jay was play-acting too.
"Well, I didn't realize it at all, I was paying attention to the spill. But then I looked up, and Bob had a weird look on his face. And he had his pants unzipped and his cock out!"
"What!?" Jay shouted. "How dare he! Did you kick him out?"
"...No. I... it was so big, Jay! It was a good two inches longer than yours, and so much thicker. I was mesmerized. I'd never seen one like that, up close."
"Up close?"
"Yeah... I dropped the towel and crawled over to him, watching as he stroked that huge cock. He was hard, and it was because of me! He saw my ass, and got turned on. I felt like it was all my fault, and... and that I owed him something because of it."
"What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously.
"I touched it. I couldn't help myself! I reached out and took Bob's cock in my hand, and started stroking him."
"Jeez Amy! The neighbor not only saw you practically naked, but you gave him a hand job, too?"
"Well, not really a hand job. Because I started licking him right after that. Touching the tip of my tongue to his pee hole. Lapping his head like an ice cream cone. And... and then taking his whole dick into my mouth. Right down my throat."
"Oh no..." Jay said. I could see a tightness in his pants, and knew our game was working. Now to drive it home. "Oh yes," I continued. "I'm afraid I was feeling a little slutty after having gotten all dressed up. He started pounding my throat, and I almost gagged a few times. But then I got worried about making a mess of my favorite gown. So I pulled him out of my mouth and looked him right in the eye..." Jay's face was rapt at this point, and I could see him rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. "And I asked him if he had a condom handy. I figured I'd let him finish off inside me, to keep my gown clean. But he didn't have one, and I was too far gone to go upstairs and search for one of ours." "So...?" Jay asked hesitantly. He knew where this was going. And so did I. "So... I sat on the couch, hiked up my gown, and spread my legs. I told him he could fuck me if he pulled out before he came, because I'm not on the pill." At this point, I leaned back on the couch and slowly started lifting my legs up in a V, just as I'd supposedly done for Bob. Jay looked like a starving puppy, and I knew neither of us could take too much play-acting before the words stopped and the action began. "But... Jay, he didn't. After he slammed his huge dick into your wife's hot pussy, he just couldn't help himself, and he unloaded his huge, gooey load right up against my cervix! Another man's cum, filling me up! You wouldn't believe the orgasm it gave me. And all that sperm, it's still inside me. It's been drooling down my thighs this whole time. See?" I pulled aside the gown at this point, revealing the huge load - much bigger than any one man could produce, it occurred to me. It was mostly still in my pussy, but lines of it had dribbled all the way down my legs to my shoes, and I could even feel some of it pooling and squishing around my toes. "I'm afraid if it's in there too long, I might get... knocked up. By someone else. You wouldn't want that, would you...?" Jay mustered up a weak "No," and I was ready with the solution. "Well eat it out of me, then. Suck it all out, make sure Bob's sperm doesn't get to my egg!"
It was like the starting gun had gone off - Jay literally dove between my outstretched legs, tongue-first, and instantly my soaking pussy was bathed in his lapping. His mouth suctioned onto my gaping hole, sucking "Bob's" huge load of sperm from inside of me. The pleasure hit me too, and I was thrown immediately into a monstrous orgasm, my toes curling inside my cum-filled shoes. Jay's mouth gulped and swallowed his own cum, then kept coming back for more. My orgasm started building again, and his tongue started working its way down my left leg, following the trail of cum, past my thigh, to my knee, then my calf... my ankle... to my shoe. I could feel his smooth wet tongue pushing against the arch of my foot, trying to eat more of the cum that had leaked down. Then my shoe was off, and he was licking it off my toes.
My back arched, and a wave of ecstasy went through me. My pussy convulsed at the feeling of my cummy toes being sucked by my husband, and more jizz was forced out of my sloppy hole, running down my crack, across my pucker, and onto the couch cushion.
I looked up and saw Jay - in one hand, he raised my cum-filled shoe to his mouth, licking the last of "Bob's" spermy mess from it. In his other hand, he held his throbbing erection, pumping it in anticipation of the fucking he was about to give me.
"Fuck me, Jay! Feel my sloppy, used pussy! Fill me with your cum, don't let our neighbor impregnate me!"
But I was too late - the excitement had been too much for the poor guy, and apparently he had a thing for drinking cum from a shoe. Because he'd pumped his cock a bit too much, and it started to spurt, landing rope after rope across my pussy lips and thighs. He looked crestfallen, and I myself was kind of disappointed. He pumped it a couple more times, squeezing the last of his fresh jizz out right into my glistening hole.
"Well, I hope that was good for you," I said in mock anger, "But I'm not done yet. I think you know what you need to do."
He looked at me sheepishly, and moved his head down to my re-spermed crotch. He started lapping up the fresh stuff, and I said, "When you're done with the clean-up, head for my clit. You owe me an orgasm, you bastard." I saw him swallowing down his own cum, after which he made amends and rocked my world. I wrapped my sticky legs around his head as he sucked my pussy, and I thrashed and screamed as he sent me over the edge again.
A few minutes later, as we sat resting, I asked him if he approved of my 'performance.' His hardening cock was all the answer I needed, and I'd already started developing a plan to outdo myself next time...
My husband Jay used to have the habit of reading a particular newsgroup online, something relating to cheating wives. It was harmless; he knew I had no notions of ever cheating on him, and it really got him hot and horny.
My name is Amy, and I've been married to Jay for just over four years now. We'd met two years before that, when I was nineteen and he was twenty-seven. The age difference seemed a little much right near the beginning, but we grew really close and never really thought about it much after that. We don't have any children, and neither of us really wants them. I have a bad reaction to the hormones in birth control pills, so we use condoms for birth control.
I guess for this kind of story, a description of us is in order. I'm a little on the tall side, 5'8", with blue eyes and neck-length bobbed red hair-- yes, it's natural! I'm told I look a little like Allyson Hannigan, from Buffy and American Pie. I'm not a waif-- I have nice curvy 36" hips, a thin waist, and a firm set of 34C's, if I don't say so myself! My nipples are average sized, but my aureolas are very small, which has the effect of making my boobs look even bigger than they really are. And for the curious, yes, I keep myself completely shaved "down there." Both Jay and I have a thing against body hair, it just seems to turn us off. Since what's good for the goose is good for the gander, he keeps his "area" shaved as well. He's 6' tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. His cock isn't small, he's an honest seven inches erect.
Now, where was I? Jay never kept his internet story-reading habits a secret from me. It wasn't that it bothered me, because it didn't. I just wasn't really into that kind of fantasy. But if it turned him on, then there's no harm, right? He even had me read a few with him, but it didn't do anything for me. He explained that before he met me, he'd had a steady girlfriend who'd cheated on him pretty bad, and in a sort of reaction, he somehow developed the cheating wife/girlfriend fantasy fetish to deal with the pain.
As part of this fantasy, he'd brought up the topic of the creampie early in our relationship. He'd never ask me to actually cheat on him, but he said there was a way to simulate it for his fantasy. He'd have to come inside me, and then he'd go down on me afterward, pretending that the gooey mess had been left there by another guy (or guys!) The problem here, of course, is that I'm not on the pill. So, we agreed to be VERY careful, using the rhythm method for those couple of days a month when I'd be safe for his creampie eating nights. There were no accidents, not even a pregnancy scare.
But there were a couple problems with this. First, Jay only got to have his little fantasy a couple nights a month, and frankly, we'd BOTH like it a little more often-- there's NOTHING like the feeling of being eaten out after a good solid fucking. Second, and probably most importantly, Jay would lost his "nerve" for eating me out after he had his orgasm. I'd sometimes play along and "force" him to do it, but his interest just wasn't there like it would have been if I had actually had some other guy's cum in me, and if he hadn't already shot his load.
So, thanks again to that newsgroup, he read a post one night that gave him an idea, and he came to bed and ran it by me. Jay said that on all the nights where we use the condoms, instead of flushing it like we normally do, he'd pour the semen from it into a small tupperware container, and he'd keep that in the freezer. Then, after saving up a few of those, we could warm it up whenever we wanted, get it up inside me somehow, and he'd have a cuntful of cum to clean up before even entering me! And better yet, there was no way the sperm would survive if we heated it up warm enough-- heat kills sperm! Using a thermometer, we could make sure it got warm enough so that we wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy.
I thought it sounded like an interesting idea, although a bit kinky, but I readily agreed. It wouldn't be the same for me-- I'd be getting eaten and then fucked, instead of fucked and then eaten. But I'm an adventurous girl, and Jay really seemed to want it.
So we bought ourselves a special little freezerproof containter, heehee! And for the insertion part, we found an infant's medicine dropper that was smooth plastic, and just the right size and shape to squeeze a nice portion of thawed cum up into my waiting pussy. For a couple weeks, he dutifully used the condoms, always saving it and making his after-sex trip to the kitchen to make his "sperm donation" to the cup in the freezer. It accumulated quickly, because he showed me how much was in there after two weeks, and I was impressed! I never thought Jay really came much, especially compared to one of the boyfriends I'd been with before I met him (he could shoot it out like Ron Jeremy, but that's for another story!) Well, it was more than enough, so we agreed that the next night would be our first try at his new little game.
I decided that I was going to go all out for him, and totally make it seem like I'd been fucked by another guy beforehand. After dinner, he had some running around to do-- Home Depot, AutoZone, guy stuff. That would give me a couple hours to set my table, so to speak.
As soon as his car was out of the driveway, I had that little container of frozen spooge out of the freezer and floating in a bowl of hot water, with the thermometer standing by for safety's sake. Then, I went upstairs to get myself ready. I drew a bath, slid in, and soaked for a good ten minutes. Then I picked up my razor and went to work-- I wanted to be absolutely SMOOTH, everywhere. I went to work on my crotch, asshole, EVERYTHING. I didn't want even the tiniest hair to distract Jay from his duty of lapping up "some other guy's" cum from his cheating slut wife!
When I'd finished, I loofahed myself gently with some bath gel, did a quick rinse-off with cold water, and towelled myself off. I went to the bedroom and dug around in my underwear drawer. Don't worry, I didn't plan on wearing panties for this one! No, I was looking for something else: my biggest monster dildo. I mean, if Jay is going to pretend that I've been used by anothr guy, then I might as well help out by getting my pussy believably stretched out, right?
Finding the massive 12" black jelly dong, I hopped up on the bed still naked and popped the end of it into my mouth. My cunt was already getting fairly juicy from thinking about the things I was about to do, but I wanted to make sure it was totally wet enough to just sliiiide right into me. I fingered my clit a little while I lubed up the head with saliva. Then, I placed it right at my opening and pushed. Usually, it takes me a little while to work that dildo into me, but not this time! No, I was looser than usual already, and that thick thing just jumped right up into me with the slightest push. I started to slowly work it in and out, moaning with excitement and working on my left nipple with my free hand. It felt soooo good. Just the thoughts of the perverted fantasy that I was about to live out for my husband got me incredibly worked up. I don't think I had ever gotten my own pussy that juicy before.
As I slid the huge dildo in and out, getting faster and faster, I abandoned playing with my rock-hard nipple-- a girl only has two hands, ya know-- and started spreading my sloppy pussy juices around my crack with my finger. I spread it toward my rear entrance, and stuck just the tip of my pinkie past my tight sphincter. Oh god, that felt great! It was like an electric shock right to my clit, and I felt the warmth of my orgasm flooding in on me. I tried to imagine some strange man fucking me instead of the dildo, and putting HIS finger into my tight little asshole, instead of mine. His cock, pistoning in and out of me while he lubed me up for an anal violation. Would my ass be loose enough to take his huge cock, or would it split me open?
Uh... OHGOD! It hit me like a flash flood, and my cootch flowed juice all down the shaft of the dildo. I lay there for a moment, to catch my breath, slowly sliding the soaked toy out of my steamy hole. I touched the tip of it to my tongue-- I'd recently become fond of my own taste-- and then plunged it into my eager mouth, sucking down my succulent juices.
I glanced over at the clock radio and suddenly became aware of the time. He was going to be home in less than fifteen minutes! I had better get a move on!
I quickly went through my closet to find an appropriate outfit for the occasion. I grabbed my favorite evening gown-- tight, black, and ankle-length with lots of cleavage AND two slits (left and right) that go almost up to crotch level. When I wear it in public, I have to be VERY careful abount not flashing a glimpse of panties through either of those slits. But for tonight, there was no worry about that. I threw it on over my naked body, no panties or bra required. I grabbed a pair of chunky black wedge heels, with criss-cross straps up my calves, and laced them up.
I'm one of those rare women who can do my makeup in record time, and that's what I did! A totally slutty look, almost whoreish compared to my usual. Deep red lipstick, thick black eyeliner, the works. I wanted Jay to know just how slutty I'd gotten for "the guy" who came before him!
Once I finished with all that, there was just one thing left to do. I strutted into the kitchen to the stove, and looked at the thermometer on the load. Bingo! It was at the proper temperature. I took the container from the hot water, and went into the living room with it and the madicine dropper. Sitting back on the couch, I stuck my legs up in the air and spread them wide. Using the dropper, I sucked up a bunch of the semen from the container, and then injected it into my waiting cunt. It was so warm feeling as it slid down toward my cervix! I wanted to get all of it in me, and not waste a single drop!
I quickly sucked up the entire container, dropper by dropper, and inserted it between my engorged pussy lips. A little bit of it started to pool around the outside, but the majority stayed inside me, and I could feel it flowing down deeper. I hoped that we were right about that temperature, and that I wasn't knocking myself up with a plastic dropper. I realized that this was the most cum I'd ever had in my body at once, and wondered if that would change in the future. I hoped so! The thought of the cum belonging to someone other than Jay was really starting to really turn me on!
I sat there on the couch for a few minutes to let it all ooze down into me as far as it could. It was as much as I could get out of the container with the dropper, and I licked them both clean. Why not add to the effect by having sperm breath, you know? I set it all aside on the end table, hit the remote on the TV, and hugged my knees to keep all of the load inside of me.
Like clockwork, I heard the door start to open right on time. Jay entered through the front door, and I got up and walked over to meet him. I could feel a drop of cum exit my pussy and slowly start to drip down my left leg. It tickled! But I was so turned on and horny at that point, I didn't care.
My husband's eyes kind of bugged out at how I was dressed. He looked me up and down, and I could sense him mentally licking his lips. I knew he loved this outfit, and I knew his mind was contemplating our little game.
"Hey," he said. "What have you been up to? That's quite the outfit for a quiet night home."
I hadn't really thought out the specifics of any story to feed him, but it came to me fairly quickly. "I was feeling bored, so I got dressed up. And wouldn't you know it, just as I was trying to choose what panties to wear, the doorbell rang!"
"Who was it?" I could tell Jay was getting into it.
"It was Bob, from next door," I replied. Bob was fairly attractive, and despite his being married to my friend Eileen, I still thought he was kind of cute. "He asked if you were around, but I told him you'd gone out to run some errands. I asked if there was anything I could do for him, and that's when he looked me up and down and got a weird look in his eye."
"What kind of look?"
"I don't know, kind of like he wanted to see what I looked like without the gown! But I thought you'd be home soon, so I invited him in to wait."
"Well, he's not here now. What happened?"
At this, I started to blush. Even though nothing had really happened, just the thought of making something up and telling it to Jay made me kind of embarrassed. But I vowed to go through with it. Besides, the thoughts from earlier had gotten me off, and were getting me pretty damn horny now, too.
"Well, he came in, and I told him he could sit down on the couch. I asked him if there was anything I could get for him while he was waiting, and he said a glass of water would hit the spot. So I went to get him one. But when I came back and went to hand it to him, we must have missed or something, because I dropped it and spilled it all over the carpet."
I knew no water had really been spilled, and so did Jay, but that didn't stop him from looking around for a wet spot on the carpet. But speaking of wet spots, I would feel more of the sperm I'd inserted dripping down my thighs. If I didn't hurry things along, it was all going to be gone by the time Jay got there!
"So I went and got a dish towel to soak it up. But I guess I wasn't paying attention, because when I knelt over to clean it, I think my gown revealed a little more of me than usual. And I didn't have panties on!"
"Yeah?" Jay asked. "Bob got to see a bit of crack?"
"A bit?" I exclaimed, "He was staring right at my exposed asshole and I didn't even realize it!"
"Oh jeez... I'm sorry, hon..." Jay was play-acting too.
"Well, I didn't realize it at all, I was paying attention to the spill. But then I looked up, and Bob had a weird look on his face. And he had his pants unzipped and his cock out!"
"What!?" Jay shouted. "How dare he! Did you kick him out?"
"...No. I... it was so big, Jay! It was a good two inches longer than yours, and so much thicker. I was mesmerized. I'd never seen one like that, up close."
"Up close?"
"Yeah... I dropped the towel and crawled over to him, watching as he stroked that huge cock. He was hard, and it was because of me! He saw my ass, and got turned on. I felt like it was all my fault, and... and that I owed him something because of it."
"What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously.
"I touched it. I couldn't help myself! I reached out and took Bob's cock in my hand, and started stroking him."
"Jeez Amy! The neighbor not only saw you practically naked, but you gave him a hand job, too?"
"Well, not really a hand job. Because I started licking him right after that. Touching the tip of my tongue to his pee hole. Lapping his head like an ice cream cone. And... and then taking his whole dick into my mouth. Right down my throat."
"Oh no..." Jay said. I could see a tightness in his pants, and knew our game was working. Now to drive it home. "Oh yes," I continued. "I'm afraid I was feeling a little slutty after having gotten all dressed up. He started pounding my throat, and I almost gagged a few times. But then I got worried about making a mess of my favorite gown. So I pulled him out of my mouth and looked him right in the eye..." Jay's face was rapt at this point, and I could see him rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. "And I asked him if he had a condom handy. I figured I'd let him finish off inside me, to keep my gown clean. But he didn't have one, and I was too far gone to go upstairs and search for one of ours." "So...?" Jay asked hesitantly. He knew where this was going. And so did I. "So... I sat on the couch, hiked up my gown, and spread my legs. I told him he could fuck me if he pulled out before he came, because I'm not on the pill." At this point, I leaned back on the couch and slowly started lifting my legs up in a V, just as I'd supposedly done for Bob. Jay looked like a starving puppy, and I knew neither of us could take too much play-acting before the words stopped and the action began. "But... Jay, he didn't. After he slammed his huge dick into your wife's hot pussy, he just couldn't help himself, and he unloaded his huge, gooey load right up against my cervix! Another man's cum, filling me up! You wouldn't believe the orgasm it gave me. And all that sperm, it's still inside me. It's been drooling down my thighs this whole time. See?" I pulled aside the gown at this point, revealing the huge load - much bigger than any one man could produce, it occurred to me. It was mostly still in my pussy, but lines of it had dribbled all the way down my legs to my shoes, and I could even feel some of it pooling and squishing around my toes. "I'm afraid if it's in there too long, I might get... knocked up. By someone else. You wouldn't want that, would you...?" Jay mustered up a weak "No," and I was ready with the solution. "Well eat it out of me, then. Suck it all out, make sure Bob's sperm doesn't get to my egg!"
It was like the starting gun had gone off - Jay literally dove between my outstretched legs, tongue-first, and instantly my soaking pussy was bathed in his lapping. His mouth suctioned onto my gaping hole, sucking "Bob's" huge load of sperm from inside of me. The pleasure hit me too, and I was thrown immediately into a monstrous orgasm, my toes curling inside my cum-filled shoes. Jay's mouth gulped and swallowed his own cum, then kept coming back for more. My orgasm started building again, and his tongue started working its way down my left leg, following the trail of cum, past my thigh, to my knee, then my calf... my ankle... to my shoe. I could feel his smooth wet tongue pushing against the arch of my foot, trying to eat more of the cum that had leaked down. Then my shoe was off, and he was licking it off my toes.
My back arched, and a wave of ecstasy went through me. My pussy convulsed at the feeling of my cummy toes being sucked by my husband, and more jizz was forced out of my sloppy hole, running down my crack, across my pucker, and onto the couch cushion.
I looked up and saw Jay - in one hand, he raised my cum-filled shoe to his mouth, licking the last of "Bob's" spermy mess from it. In his other hand, he held his throbbing erection, pumping it in anticipation of the fucking he was about to give me.
"Fuck me, Jay! Feel my sloppy, used pussy! Fill me with your cum, don't let our neighbor impregnate me!"
But I was too late - the excitement had been too much for the poor guy, and apparently he had a thing for drinking cum from a shoe. Because he'd pumped his cock a bit too much, and it started to spurt, landing rope after rope across my pussy lips and thighs. He looked crestfallen, and I myself was kind of disappointed. He pumped it a couple more times, squeezing the last of his fresh jizz out right into my glistening hole.
"Well, I hope that was good for you," I said in mock anger, "But I'm not done yet. I think you know what you need to do."
He looked at me sheepishly, and moved his head down to my re-spermed crotch. He started lapping up the fresh stuff, and I said, "When you're done with the clean-up, head for my clit. You owe me an orgasm, you bastard." I saw him swallowing down his own cum, after which he made amends and rocked my world. I wrapped my sticky legs around his head as he sucked my pussy, and I thrashed and screamed as he sent me over the edge again.
A few minutes later, as we sat resting, I asked him if he approved of my 'performance.' His hardening cock was all the answer I needed, and I'd already started developing a plan to outdo myself next time...
