arkansan
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I've been both cuck and bull, although I don't demean anyone unless that's what they want. I just make their wives cum and cum again as I eat and fuck her. That's humiliating enough for the husbands since often their wives cannot cum just from intercourse or cum more than once. I take them through orgasm after orgasm.
I used to share my ex-wife with other couples and I loved fucking other women. However, as years passed, I changed to wanting my later girlfriends to take other men betweeen their legs bareback. Even when I was fucking another woman, I just wanted to watch my girlfriend get soundly fucked. Something in me wanted to see her fucked better and cum more and easier with him. I want her to truthfully tell him and me that she's never had sex so good, that her sex with me's not nearly as good.
One story I wrote was about a shy, innocent, blindfolded wife whose husband arranged a surprise gangbang that she resisted at first, but by the end:
The man she’d sucked on slipped between her thighs and rubbed his dick over her cum-slick crotch. She lifted her hips. She wanted him.
“You want my dick, bitch? You want us all to fill you with cum, knock you up?”
She groaned. He leaned over and teased her with his cock, touching and withdrawing. He put his mouth near hers and brushed his lips on hers. She lifted her head and kissed him deeply, a passionate kiss. It was more fevered a kiss that I’d received in a long time. No, it was hotter than any kiss she ever shared with me.
As they kissed, he slid his dick into her fertile, cum-filled pussy, and she gasped and renewed their lover’s kiss. The other men unbuckled her ankle restraints, and my sweet wife immediately wrapped her legs around him, pulling his deeper into her. They released her arms and her hands rose to grasp either side of his face as she moaned and kissed.
One man bent down to her ear and said, “You like this?”
She murmured.
“You want us all to fuck you, all weekend long?”
“Fuck me,” she breathed as she broke the kiss.
“All of us, cum in you? No rubbers?”
“Anything you want,” she said. She reached down one hand to grasp for the speaker’s dick, and she pulled it to her mouth and licked the precum from its head before taking the dick into her mouth.
I realized with a thrill that she’d told me the same phrase- anything you want. I collected my clothes and slipped them on. I walked to the door and turned around to look. Sally was making the sounds that told me she was about to cum again, and when she reached her second climax, I slipped out the door and past the van the four men had driven up in. I started the convertible and drove towards Vegas to spend the weekend in a casino.
It was still Friday morning, and we weren’t flying out until Sunday evening. I arrived in Vegas and amred through the casino, aroused at the thought of Sally, at that very moment, being fucked by four fertile studs. She was sure to conceive. I wanted her to. The thought made my dick hard, but I didn’t care if people noticed. I loved the thought of my last sight of her that morning, crying with pleasure as a big-dicked stud prepared to empty his balls into her.
I jacked off a lot that weekend, and had a fine time in Vegas. I was surprised that I didn’t get a phone call. Sunday afternoon, I drove out to our anniversary cottage to pick up Sally. The door was locked, but after a minute, Sally opened it wide. She wore only high-heels. Behind her, the men lounged on the bed and chairs, naked. She kissed me, and I smelled and tasted the men on her lips and tongue.
“Hey, lover,” she said, standing in the door, smiling, relaxed.
“We have to catch the plane,” I said.
“Yeah. Sure. Uh, can you give us a second?” she asked.
“Sure. I guess,” I said. I was confused, especially when she smiled and eased the door shut. I waited on the front porch for a moment, and then sat down in a lawn chair. After a couple of minutes, the door opened and she poked her head out. She’d put on panties.
“Baby,” she said, “You go ahead. I’m gonna ride with the guys.”
“But, we gotta pack.”
“We’re packed sweetie. The bags are in the van.”
“Are those your traveling clothes?” I joked. “Panties and heels?”
She laughed, opening the door wide, and said, “Yeah, for the drive, anyway.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah,” she said, and smiled mischievously. “Do you mind?”
I paused, and said, “No. If you want.”
She slipped forward, embraced me, and gave me the hottest kiss I’d ever shared with her.
“They’ll take care of your little wife,” she said and giggled. She nibred my ear, gave my crotch a tiny squeeze, and scampered back to wave goodbye and close the door, laughing. I heard the lock click.
I waited a minute, then got into my car and drove to the airport. I ate an early dinner and checked in for the flight. The counter clerk consulted the computer and said my wife had already received her gate pass and checked our luggage. Sally was waiting for me at the gate, relaxed, with a contented smile.
I sat down by her and she said, “I love surprises. Happy anniversary, darling,” and kissed me. I tasted and smelled other men in her kiss.
She lay her head on my shoulder and whispered, “They wanted to fuck me again in the van on the way to the airport. That’s why I rode with them. I loved the idea. I wanted them each to cum in me one more time.” She giggled. “Two of them went twice. It was a great drive.” Sounding relaxy, she said, “Oh. I promised them one thing, okay?”
“You promised?”
“Yeah. I did.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, I promised I’d make you wear a condom if you fuck me, just until I get my period. If I’m knocked up, I want it to be theirs.”
“You don’t have to do that, baby,” I said.
“I want to. I really, really want to. I’m going to, sweetie, just for a month. Not even for that long. Just till I know I’m pregnant.” She paused. “I am, you know. I feel it. I’m sure, and I love it. Happy anniversary,”
She kissed me hotly, uncaring of the people around her, and whispered, “If I’m not pregnant, I’m gonna do this again. That was the hottest thing. Just the thought of taking another man’s sperm, a stranger’s sperm in me, without birth control, the risk and naughtiness, God, I came again and again, just from the thought. And when they came and I could feel them emptying into me, I orgasmed so hard I ****** for a few seconds. I kept them inside me until they went soft, so their cum could do it’s stuff. I loved it. It was a rush beyond anything I imagined, and I want it again. I need it.
After I know I’m pregnant, I gonna do this all the time, y’know, several guys at once. I’m gonna fuck some of the guys that work out at the gym, too. They’re hot, and they always try to flirt with me. I ignored them, but not any more. I’m gonna let them fuck me, one by one. Maybe more than one. No condoms. You’ll like that, won’t you? You want your wife to go on dates and get laid? I’m gonna do it, a lot, starting this week.” She kissed me sweetly, then said, “No condoms for dates, either.”
She looked down at the tent in my pants and said, “You love this, don’t you. Of course you do, you set this all up. I’m gonna start having fun. I’m gonna buy lots of sexy clothes, filmy dresses, short skirts, little panties, racy tops and heels. This Friday, I’m going to go out alone, dancing, okay? I won’t be alone long. Guys flirt with me all the time. No condoms for other guys, ever, not even strangers. Especially not strangers.”
I was flushed with arousal. I couldn’t speak. She continued, “I’m going to fuck my boss, too, this week, I promise, in his office. He’s good looking and I know he finds me very attractive. I’ll let him fuck me any time he wants, and he’ll want to, a lot. I’m gonna start working late. That’ll mean I’m on his desk with my boss between my legs.
Hey, I’ll make you another promise. There’s this cute guy who always hits on me at work. Tomorrow, yeah, tomorrow, I’m going to fuck him silly, I promise. I’ll bring you home a pussy full of cum. There are lots of cute guys at work.”
She looked down at my hard-on, straining at my pants, and said, “I’m wearing the panties you gave me for Valentines Day, the little white ones. They’re special. I haven’t worn them, ever. They were so romantic, so pretty, I was saving them for the night when we would make love without protection, y’know, make a baby, and I thought that night was gonna be on this trip, so I brought them. I wore them for the trip in the van. I wanted to fill them with cum from those men. I did, baby. They sent me back to you knocked up with my panties full of cum. You love that, don’t you? I’m going to let you lick the panties clean.”
When she said that, I came in my pants, soaking the front of my trousers with a dark stain. I couldn’t wait to suck the cum from her panties, then bury my face between her legs and lick her pussy and taste the dried cum from her legs and pussy hair, other men’s cum. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow, when I’d sit at my desk hiding a hard-on, as Sally fucked her co-worker.
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