It had been a couple months since my encounter with Andre at The Garage. As I'd guessed, having my pussy filled with Andre's sperm after it had been in my mouth did not get me pregnant. My husband Jay and I had gone back to our semen-freezing routine, building up more for the next big fantasy night.
That last night, I'd learned a couple more things about Jay's kinky fantasies, which I planned on incorporating in the future. First of all, he liked hearing me talk about how another man had stretched out my pussy and "ruined" it while fucking me. Another thing I found out is that Jay was into licking my feet and shoes, and even eating cum off of them. It was fabulous to feel his tongue lapping at my spermy toes, so I'd keep this one in mind too.
Also, that was the first night that Jay had ever eaten his own fresh cum and still been into it - he always used to get the "post-orgasm blues" which kept him from being horny enough to eat his own. After he'd pulled out and sprayed his load all over me, he'd licked it all off with no hesitation. This fact also presented new options for fun.
Although Jay and I usually managed to save up quite a bit of his semen for our games, I knew that for my plans for the next time, I'd need far more than he could ever provide. I'd have to find another source. And in keeping with my stretching theme, I did a little online shopping, buying myself a nice 2" thick, 18" long dildo (black, of course), as well as a large-sized speculum that could spread as wide as four inches!
This time, I knew I was going to need some help setting up my plan. I decided to stop by The Garage on my way home from work one day to see Andre. I filled him in (a little) about our cum games and my husband's kinks, and asked him a big favor. I needed him to take a nice sized jar and have his fellow dancers cum into it as many times as they could, and keep it frozen for me. He said that was a lot to ask a guy to do, and asked what I offered in return. Before I could even answer, he suggested a repeat performance of our private dance, to be delivered when he dropped off the huge semen-cicle. I readily agreed, thinking it a small - and even pleasurable - price to pay.
In the weeks leading up to the date we'd planned for our special night, I practiced with the dildo and speculum when Jay wasn't around. I wanted to be able to stretch my pussy nice and wide for him, to get the "used" effect I wanted. When I first started, I couldn't fit the dildo in me at all, and had the use the speculum to slowly loosen my pussy muscles and stretch them over time. After a few weeks, I'd done it enough that I could take the 2" wide black dildo into my cunt almost to its hilt, and was wishing that I'd bought a thicker one. Next time, I guess. By the night before our date, I could stretch my pussy to almost the full four inches - with enough lube, I could even get all five fingers and part of my hand into myself now. Four inches was pretty damn good, but I had bigger plans for the future - I'd show Jay that his wife's pussy was "ruined" by huge cocks yet! I'd found some interesting links in his browser history to women called "size queens," and had been intrigued. But I'd have to wait til the future to explore that kink further.
Our date night was set for a Saturday so that I had time to prepare. I sent Jay out on a bunch of pointless errands for the afternoon and evening, making sure he wouldn't be home until at least 8:00. I performed my usual routine of a bath, full all-over shave, and nail painting. After that, I worked the speculum into my pussy and slowly widened it to 4" so I was loosened up for the night, while sipping on some brandy to loosen myself up in other ways. I dressed in a skin-tight shiny blue micro dress, with nothing underneath. It started right above my breasts (the very edges of my aureolas were clearly exposed), and ended right below my bare pussy. I finished off the look with a pair of 5" clear plastic stripper heels which I'd bought special for the occasion.
I was downstairs warming up Jay's meager container of frozen semen when the doorbell rang. I went to open it and there stood Andre with a brown paper bag in his hand. I coyly invited him in and he followed me to the kitchen, opening the bag and revealing a tupperware pitcher filled almost to the top with frozen semen. There must have been a pint there! I kissed him on the cheek, and immediately set it in hot water to thaw - this one might take a while!
"So," he began, "what exactly do you plan on doing with that crazy amount of jizz? And do I get my repeat performance before or after you do it?"
"Well," I started, "I told you about my husband and what happened after the first time you and I met, right? Well, I'm just taking it to the next level now." I eyed him demurely, hoping he'd make the next move I was expecting.
"Sure, sure. S'all good," Andre replied. "But you know, there's nothing like a direct deposit."
"True dat," I giggled. "So, you're offering?"
"Hellz yeah!" And with that, he unzipped his fly, letting that monster of his flop out, already half hard. After I recovered from a momentray swoon, I knelt in front of him and looked up into his eyes.
"I really appreciate the trouble you went through to get me all that jizz. What exactly would you like me to give you in return?" I asked, flicking my tongue across the tip of his hardening cock.
"How about this," Andre began, "Since you're putting all that up inside yourself anyway, how about a little of the fresh stuff? It's not like it's going to make a difference, right?" It absolutely would, I thought immediately. The fresh spooge was potent in a way the frozen stuff couldn't be. If I let Andre fuck me and cum in me, I could very well get knocked up. By a man who wasn't my husband.
"Nope, no difference," I lied. I knew that even letting him penetrate me unprotected risked impregnation, but I figured I could at least get him to pull out somehow to reduce my risk. After all, this whole thing was for Jay, not for me. I was just along for the ride, I thought.
I licked his tip again, and then popped the head all the way into my mouth. It stretched my lips more than I thought it would, and he startd working it in and out, bringing himself to full erection. By thaen it was so big around, I could barely keep it in my mouth. He worked it in and out of me for a couple more minutes, and then I gagged a little. But by then, he was ready for the next part anyway, and so was I.
I stood up, walked over to the kitchen table, and bent over it. I lifted my dress up from behind, grinning at Andre, and worked a couple fingers into my pussy from the rear. I was already excited and wet from blowing him. He stode over and rested the massive cock on top of my exposed butt crack, teasing me. My fingers kept working my pussy, and he asked me, "Well? Are you ready for this?"
Without saying anything, I took my fingers out, and reached back to grab him. I guided the swollen head toward my dripping hole. His pre-cum mixed with my juices as I rubbed him around, and then I guided him in. He needed no more help, sliding all the way into me in one stroke. I gasped as I felt his huge cock bottom out; I'd never been fucked so deep and so wide all at once.
I was stretched about as far as the speculum had prepared me for, but he went much deeper. I'd never felt anything touch my cervix before, especially my husband's average cock. But Andre was something else. He slid halfway out, and then drove back into me. I bit my lip.
He started to pound in and out of me. I'd been happy using the dildo and speculum to stretch my pussy for Jay, but this was the real thing. And at that very moment, I wasn't sure I could get myself to ask him to pull out. It was as if my cervix posessed me and demanded sperm.
He pumped in and out hard, almost lifting my feet off the floor. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen. I thought about Jay and his hot wife fantasy stories. Would he get off more if it were real and not fake? Would I even tell him, and would he believe me? A lot to think about, but not much time. Andre was pumping me faster, and I could feel my orgasm approaching.
His fingers dug into the skin of my thighs, holding me tight. I moaned, then yelled, and waves of extasy shot through me. Before I could try to get him to pull out, he joined me in orgasm and filled me with semen. I felt spurt after hot spurt hitting the insides of my married cunt.
I was a true hot wife now, cheating on Jay when he thought it was all still just fake. But if I told him the truth, would it make him hotter, or would it ruin out marriage? What had I done? And... was I now pregnant?
Andre, softening, slowly pulled out of me. I felt him slide out and felt suddenly empty. A warmth came from my lips, and moved down my thighs. I realized that his semen was flowing out of me, and that I was so stretched that I couldn't hold it in if I wanted to.
Andre zipped up, gave me a peck on the cheek, and left. I felt used. And exhausted. And now I was expected to put on some kind of fake cuckold show for Jay when he got back. Well, you know what? Maybe it's about time he got the real thing, rather than the little show I'd been pulling for him. He wanted a slut wife to cuckold him? Well now he really had it. And as soon as he got home, he was going to find out the hard way.
I looked over to the pitcher of male stripper semen that Andre had delivered, and started getting ideas. I was going to have fun with this, and Jay's desires were now secondary to my own. I started heating it up, giving myself plenty of time to do what I wanted with it before he got home.
That last night, I'd learned a couple more things about Jay's kinky fantasies, which I planned on incorporating in the future. First of all, he liked hearing me talk about how another man had stretched out my pussy and "ruined" it while fucking me. Another thing I found out is that Jay was into licking my feet and shoes, and even eating cum off of them. It was fabulous to feel his tongue lapping at my spermy toes, so I'd keep this one in mind too.
Also, that was the first night that Jay had ever eaten his own fresh cum and still been into it - he always used to get the "post-orgasm blues" which kept him from being horny enough to eat his own. After he'd pulled out and sprayed his load all over me, he'd licked it all off with no hesitation. This fact also presented new options for fun.
Although Jay and I usually managed to save up quite a bit of his semen for our games, I knew that for my plans for the next time, I'd need far more than he could ever provide. I'd have to find another source. And in keeping with my stretching theme, I did a little online shopping, buying myself a nice 2" thick, 18" long dildo (black, of course), as well as a large-sized speculum that could spread as wide as four inches!
This time, I knew I was going to need some help setting up my plan. I decided to stop by The Garage on my way home from work one day to see Andre. I filled him in (a little) about our cum games and my husband's kinks, and asked him a big favor. I needed him to take a nice sized jar and have his fellow dancers cum into it as many times as they could, and keep it frozen for me. He said that was a lot to ask a guy to do, and asked what I offered in return. Before I could even answer, he suggested a repeat performance of our private dance, to be delivered when he dropped off the huge semen-cicle. I readily agreed, thinking it a small - and even pleasurable - price to pay.
In the weeks leading up to the date we'd planned for our special night, I practiced with the dildo and speculum when Jay wasn't around. I wanted to be able to stretch my pussy nice and wide for him, to get the "used" effect I wanted. When I first started, I couldn't fit the dildo in me at all, and had the use the speculum to slowly loosen my pussy muscles and stretch them over time. After a few weeks, I'd done it enough that I could take the 2" wide black dildo into my cunt almost to its hilt, and was wishing that I'd bought a thicker one. Next time, I guess. By the night before our date, I could stretch my pussy to almost the full four inches - with enough lube, I could even get all five fingers and part of my hand into myself now. Four inches was pretty damn good, but I had bigger plans for the future - I'd show Jay that his wife's pussy was "ruined" by huge cocks yet! I'd found some interesting links in his browser history to women called "size queens," and had been intrigued. But I'd have to wait til the future to explore that kink further.
Our date night was set for a Saturday so that I had time to prepare. I sent Jay out on a bunch of pointless errands for the afternoon and evening, making sure he wouldn't be home until at least 8:00. I performed my usual routine of a bath, full all-over shave, and nail painting. After that, I worked the speculum into my pussy and slowly widened it to 4" so I was loosened up for the night, while sipping on some brandy to loosen myself up in other ways. I dressed in a skin-tight shiny blue micro dress, with nothing underneath. It started right above my breasts (the very edges of my aureolas were clearly exposed), and ended right below my bare pussy. I finished off the look with a pair of 5" clear plastic stripper heels which I'd bought special for the occasion.
I was downstairs warming up Jay's meager container of frozen semen when the doorbell rang. I went to open it and there stood Andre with a brown paper bag in his hand. I coyly invited him in and he followed me to the kitchen, opening the bag and revealing a tupperware pitcher filled almost to the top with frozen semen. There must have been a pint there! I kissed him on the cheek, and immediately set it in hot water to thaw - this one might take a while!
"So," he began, "what exactly do you plan on doing with that crazy amount of jizz? And do I get my repeat performance before or after you do it?"
"Well," I started, "I told you about my husband and what happened after the first time you and I met, right? Well, I'm just taking it to the next level now." I eyed him demurely, hoping he'd make the next move I was expecting.
"Sure, sure. S'all good," Andre replied. "But you know, there's nothing like a direct deposit."
"True dat," I giggled. "So, you're offering?"
"Hellz yeah!" And with that, he unzipped his fly, letting that monster of his flop out, already half hard. After I recovered from a momentray swoon, I knelt in front of him and looked up into his eyes.
"I really appreciate the trouble you went through to get me all that jizz. What exactly would you like me to give you in return?" I asked, flicking my tongue across the tip of his hardening cock.
"How about this," Andre began, "Since you're putting all that up inside yourself anyway, how about a little of the fresh stuff? It's not like it's going to make a difference, right?" It absolutely would, I thought immediately. The fresh spooge was potent in a way the frozen stuff couldn't be. If I let Andre fuck me and cum in me, I could very well get knocked up. By a man who wasn't my husband.
"Nope, no difference," I lied. I knew that even letting him penetrate me unprotected risked impregnation, but I figured I could at least get him to pull out somehow to reduce my risk. After all, this whole thing was for Jay, not for me. I was just along for the ride, I thought.
I licked his tip again, and then popped the head all the way into my mouth. It stretched my lips more than I thought it would, and he startd working it in and out, bringing himself to full erection. By thaen it was so big around, I could barely keep it in my mouth. He worked it in and out of me for a couple more minutes, and then I gagged a little. But by then, he was ready for the next part anyway, and so was I.
I stood up, walked over to the kitchen table, and bent over it. I lifted my dress up from behind, grinning at Andre, and worked a couple fingers into my pussy from the rear. I was already excited and wet from blowing him. He stode over and rested the massive cock on top of my exposed butt crack, teasing me. My fingers kept working my pussy, and he asked me, "Well? Are you ready for this?"
Without saying anything, I took my fingers out, and reached back to grab him. I guided the swollen head toward my dripping hole. His pre-cum mixed with my juices as I rubbed him around, and then I guided him in. He needed no more help, sliding all the way into me in one stroke. I gasped as I felt his huge cock bottom out; I'd never been fucked so deep and so wide all at once.
I was stretched about as far as the speculum had prepared me for, but he went much deeper. I'd never felt anything touch my cervix before, especially my husband's average cock. But Andre was something else. He slid halfway out, and then drove back into me. I bit my lip.
He started to pound in and out of me. I'd been happy using the dildo and speculum to stretch my pussy for Jay, but this was the real thing. And at that very moment, I wasn't sure I could get myself to ask him to pull out. It was as if my cervix posessed me and demanded sperm.
He pumped in and out hard, almost lifting my feet off the floor. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen. I thought about Jay and his hot wife fantasy stories. Would he get off more if it were real and not fake? Would I even tell him, and would he believe me? A lot to think about, but not much time. Andre was pumping me faster, and I could feel my orgasm approaching.
His fingers dug into the skin of my thighs, holding me tight. I moaned, then yelled, and waves of extasy shot through me. Before I could try to get him to pull out, he joined me in orgasm and filled me with semen. I felt spurt after hot spurt hitting the insides of my married cunt.
I was a true hot wife now, cheating on Jay when he thought it was all still just fake. But if I told him the truth, would it make him hotter, or would it ruin out marriage? What had I done? And... was I now pregnant?
Andre, softening, slowly pulled out of me. I felt him slide out and felt suddenly empty. A warmth came from my lips, and moved down my thighs. I realized that his semen was flowing out of me, and that I was so stretched that I couldn't hold it in if I wanted to.
Andre zipped up, gave me a peck on the cheek, and left. I felt used. And exhausted. And now I was expected to put on some kind of fake cuckold show for Jay when he got back. Well, you know what? Maybe it's about time he got the real thing, rather than the little show I'd been pulling for him. He wanted a slut wife to cuckold him? Well now he really had it. And as soon as he got home, he was going to find out the hard way.
I looked over to the pitcher of male stripper semen that Andre had delivered, and started getting ideas. I was going to have fun with this, and Jay's desires were now secondary to my own. I started heating it up, giving myself plenty of time to do what I wanted with it before he got home.
