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Baron, priss, and randy, thanks so much for the comments! Cliffa, good to hear from you again - glad I could stir up fond old memories for you! Oh sweet memories - hmmm, I think there's a misterg in there somewhere.
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Stef looked down at the new mess I'd made - much smaller than the last one - and laughed. "Again already! I can't believe you did that again, and so fast! You must really be enjoying all this - as a matter of fact, I'm not sure who enjoyed it more, you or me."
I groaned, the muscles at the base of my cock still contracting and trying to pump despite the lack of any remaining fluid to squeeze out. "Ohhh fuck, that caught me off guard!" She continued to stroke and squeeze me, torturing my spent but very sensitive cock and causing my entire body to spasm, and when I tried to groan out a protest she quickly released me and shoved her cum-slick fingers into my open mouth. I focused on licking them clean, and as I did her other hand dropped to mine, at her slippery pussy, and pressed it more firmly into her flesh. It was her turn to gasp and groan, and I think she had a small orgasm of her own.
When she slid her wet but well-cleaned fingers from my lips, I lowered my head. "Stef...Steffany, I don't think I want to hear any more, OK?"
She pulled back and stared at me, and I immediately recognized the stubborn, almost angry-looking set of her jaw. "Don't you dare Kevin! Just don't you dare try to weasel out and make me feel guilty, not now! This is what you've wanted for a long time, what you've been trying to talk me into doing - well, now it's done and there's no way to undo it, so don't you dare wimp out on me!"
I let out a long, pent-up breath, my chest heavy, like there was a big brick on it or something. I kind of wished she was still takes enough so that she couldn't speak so well, or maybe even wouldn't be able stay awake, but the effect of the holy water had seemed to burn off quickly as her arousal had increased with the telling of her story.
"I know, Stef, it's just...well, I'm pretty tired, and I'm sure I'm done. I mean, there's no way I'll get it up again, you know that. Maybe tomorrow you could tell more..."
She squeezed my rapidly shrinking penis. "Just because you're all done doesn't mean that I am."
"But you had some already, you know, with him..." I trailed off, suddenly realizing that I was telling her that because he had gotten her off - repeatedly - with his huge cock in her that I shouldn't have to. That seemed self-defeating somehow, so I just shut up and looked at her.
She laughed. "Boy, did I ever! Good ones too, and a bunch of them, but that was awhile ago. And anyhow, you're the one with those limitations, not me. I can have more still, and you did say that stuff about your lips and tongue still working..."
I stared at her, aghast! "But Stef, you let him come in you, you're all, uhhh, messy and stuff! I said that before I knew."
"Kevin! First, I didn't 'let him come in me', as you say. He just did it. He fucked me and fucked me, and I came so hard and so much, and then he just...came." She cocked her head to the left and looked at me. "Just like in your stories. You always have the husband clean up in your stories Kev, after the wife's lover comes inside of her. I thought that was what you wanted, what you always fantasized about."
I shook my head miserably. "That's just fantasy. It's different."
She took my hand. "I might have stopped him Kev, if I knew you weren't serious. You always talked like it was what you wanted."
I slumped. "I guess not."
"Kevin, you go down on me after you've come in me. This isn't that different, is it?"
I just looked at her. She couldn't be serious!
"Take my panties off for me, OK?" When I didn't move, she pushed at me. "Kev, did you hear me? Help me take my panties off."
We were still seated on the edge of the bed, so I slid off onto my knees on the floor and moved between her legs. When I hooked my fingers under the elastic of her skimpy, cum-soaked black panties she raised up slightly and let me slip them down to her thighs. She rolled back onto the bed so that she could bring her legs together, and I slid them up and off over her feet, which allowed her to again sit up.
I don't know what made me do it, especially with her sitting there watching me, but I brought them up near my face and sniffed them, taking in the musky, sexually feminine scent of my wife along with the powerful male musk of semen. I could feel the sparks, the tiny explosions of energy and light that were bursting in my stomach and groin and racing up and down my spine, the scent of their union sending a powerful surge through me, and I felt my body shudder. Steffany just watched me, silent and still, as I rubbed the wet satiny material between my fingers. I could feel her heat there still, and wetness, and the slick, vaguely viscous texture of his cum where it had dribred from her body into her panties. I was gripping the tiny wet triangle of fabric so tightly that my knuckles were white, a sharp contrast to the black nylon.
"Kevin, are you OK?" I nodded, not looking at her. "Kevin?" This time I looked up at her, and she smiled softly. "Kevin, sweety...you're hard again."
It took a moment for my mind to process what she'd said, and when it did I looked down at myself in amazement. Sure enough, she was right, my slender penis was sticking out and up from my groin, stiff as a steel bar! I rose to my feet, still looking at my Judas cock, betraying me, sticking out to tell the world that despite my mental anguish, despite my protests and heartache, my body had a will of its own.
Steffany smiled again, then leaned forward and took me into her mouth, the sensation warm, and wet, and oh so sweet! I drew in a sudden breath, then; "I'll bet that feeels a lot smaller in your mouth than the last one that you sucked on!" I hadn't intended for it to come out sounding so bitter, so angry, but it did.
She let me slip from her lips and looked up at me, first surprised, then angry. "Yes Kevin, it's a lot smaller. Poor you, only average. God Kevin, of course his was bigger, he's a pro, a stripper - he has to have a big cock! No woman is going to pay him money to see him shake around a tiny little cock like the one they have back at home!"
She'd been doing pretty good, almost convincing me - right up until the "tiny little cock" remark - and she quickly realized it. "Kevin, I didn't mean it like that - it came out wrong!"
I laughed, but there was no humor in it. The anger left me. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Look, I know I'm not the biggest, and I don't always last too long, which is why I've told you those stories, why I've kind of pushed you. I thought you'd like to try a bigger one some time, some guy that could actually give you what you need, what you deserve, and now you did. So..." I shrugged.
She looked up at me, her eyes liquid pools, the pale light in our bedroom glowing softly from the gold highlights in them. A single tear spilled, and she swiped angrily at it with the back of her hand. "Kevin..."
I touched her lips. "Ssshhh. Here, let me..." I softly unbuttoned the last remaining button on her blouse and slipped it off of her, dropping it and the cum and cream stains it carried out of sight onto the floor. I leaned over her and pushed her hair back from where it was trying to fall across her face, and I kissed her forehead. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes, and I gently kissed her lips, then caught the next tear that fell on my tongue, tasting the salt.
I slowly kneeled in front of her, my fingers going to the clasp at the front of her bra, between her luscious, glorious breasts. I fumred at it for a moment, but when she moved to help me I grabbed her hand. "No, leave it. Leave it on, just that and your stockings. God, you're so incredibly beautiful."
Her eyes overflowed then, and when a tear fell from her face onto the upper swell of her breast, I chased it with my tongue, and caught it, and then I was kissing her throat, and her shoulder, and the exposed upper part of her breasts. I was squeezing them too, through her lacy black bra, and then my lips were on the fabric and I was biting gently at the big nubs of her hard nipples through her thin bra. I licked the deep valley between her tits, and I could taste the faint traces of her perfume, and her sweat, and the wet saltiness of her tears. And semen. I could taste the traces of his semen where it had spilled from her mouth and dripped onto her breasts, and it seemed to ignite something inside of me.
I think I became almost savage then, looming over her, licking and nipping at her body, my lips and tongue moving from her breasts to her stomach, feeling her heat, vaguely aware of her whimpers and of her rapid breathing, her body heaving beneath me. Down and down, my tongue in her navel, then in the creases where her lower abdomen, her groin, met her drawn-up legs, and then the soft curls of her tiny dark landing strip against my chin, then my lips.
Her tight dark curls were matted with cum, and fragrant with the scent of rutting, of raw and heated sex, and I rubbed my lips against her hairs, feeling the slick coarseness pressed between my lips and the tender skin of her firm mound, and then her curls were against my nose, tickling me, the sex smell overwhelming me, and my tongue found her clit, swollen and jutting from beneath it's tender pink hood, and she cried out, and came.
I rode the shuddering wave of her body as her orgasm rocked her and then, as it began to recede, moved back, away from her so that I could see. I needed to see. Her pussy was wet and open, her outer lips puffy and swollen, her inner lips bright pink, almost red, looking tender and used, swollen and spread. Her clitoris was shiny and pink and hard, and it jutted proudly out, a tiny imitation of a penis begging for attention. She was open slightly, her vagina showing as a dark, nickel-sized opening between her crinkled pink lips with just a trickle of thin, whitish fluid oozing from it, and everything was slick and wet, so very slick and wet. Even her upper thighs were wet and gleaming, and there was a large, wet crescent at the top of her right stocking where fluid, cum, had leaked from her and run down her leg to soak into the lace band.
The mix at her pussy was part my saliva, I knew, and her own arousal juices, and of course the semen that the hung, black stripper had deposited deep inside of her. My mind boggled for a moment at how much he must have come, just the sheer volume he must have spurted into her for it to have soaked her panties and run down her leg, to be spread across her crotch and matted in her hair, and still be leaking out of her.
As I leaned forward I breathed her in, and I heard her say "Oh Kevin..." from someplace a million miles away, and then my lips found her, and my tongue pushed into her, and her wet slickness was against my face, and I felt her body rise to meet me, her need a living thing inside of her, and I lost myself in her. I was there, but I wasn't, and when I heard her cries they seemed to come from far away, and I was aware of her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me to her desperately, but I couldn't really feel them. If she pulled my hair - and I'm sure she did - it didn't hurt. Instead it just brought us closer together, until we became one, my tongue in her, her tender flesh in my mouth, her fluids flowing into me as I swallowed the offering her body provided, honey in my throat.
She came, again and again, and I was aware of each orgasm, but I only wanted each one to end so that I could push her to the next, and I did, over and over until she screamed, her hands gripping my head, my hair, as she pulled me hard against her and her thighs clamped together tightly on my head. Her body rigid, she bucked and writhed, but I stuck with her. I couldn't breathe, not at all, but it was OK, I didn't care at that moment, and then suddenly she went completely limp, falling back onto the bed, her legs and hands releasing me, and her breath came in great, sobbing gasps.
I could taste her in my mouth, the familiar taste of her arousal combined with the musky male taste of another's cum, and also the coppery taste of red, my red, from where her thrusting body had cut the inside of my lip against my own teeth. I licked my lips, and swallowed. "Stef? Stef, honey, are you all right?"
Nothing. I tried again. "Steffany? Are you OK?"
"Ohhhhh, my god!" It was a soft groan, between gasps of air, but it was enough to let me know she was still conscious. I looked down at myself. I was still hard, intensely so, and I was amazed. Never before had I been able to ride out her orgasms as I pleasured her orally without coming myself, but this time I had. I suppose because I had come twice already. I looked down at her soaking, used pussy, and I knew what I wanted to do. If she would let me.
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I slid back down to the floor, my muscles aching as they slowly relaxed, and only then did I begin to realize how intent I had been on her pleasure, and what a physical bout of lovemaking it had been. I moved my neck and shoulders around, trying to loosen them up a bit, and as I did Steffany groaned again and slowly rolled onto her side, curling up into the *** position.
My lips, chin, and cheeks were wet and slick with her secretions, so I took my shirt from the floor and wiped it across my face in a marginally successful attempt to clean up a little. In the position that Stef had assumed, with her knees drawn up to her chest, her wet and puffy pussy was nicely framed between the backs of her thighs, pouty and seductive as it called to me. I don't think she was consciously displaying her sex to me, but the result was the same, sending a tingle through my body.
I clambered up onto the bed and snuggled to her back, pulling her into the curve of my body as I spooned her, my stiff little cock like a moisture-seeking missile on her bottom. She groaned again. "Ohh god Kevin, no more!
My lips near her ear I whispered "Oh come on Stef, I'm so damn horny! Please?"
"But I'm so tired!"
"That's OK, you don't have to do anything. Just let me."
She wiggled her butt against me, and my cock slipped into her slick crevice. "Oh, that's nice - I'll just be your cum receptacle!"
"Yeah! I mean, no! I just want to be inside of you, OK?"
She put her hand on top of the one I had reached over her shoulder to cup her breast, lacing her fingers into mine. "I don't think I can come any more. Probably not for months!"
"That's OK too, I'm pretty sure I can."
She laughed weakly. "Pig! You don't even care if I..Ohhh!" She gasped and pushed back against me as my cock slipped easily into her. She was hot, and slippery and wet, her pussy a loose, relaxed velvet grip on me, and I almost came instantly. Her heat and wetness, combined with the knowledge that my cock was in the sloppy seconds of her earlier encounter almost pushed me over the edge, but I gasped and held on somehow. Thank goodness she didn't squeeze me just then, or wriggle at all, or I would have come, but her pussy was so loose, so over-lubricated, that there was little if any friction. And that's all that allowed me to keep a shred of dignity - such as it was, knowing that my wife was loose due to being stretched by another man's much larger cock and extra slick because of his copious pool of cum.
I held very still and did a few calculus equations in my head until the feeling passed, and Stef, sensing my desperation, cooperated by holding very still as well. As the feeling receded I began to slowly move within her, enraptured with the feeling of her loose, wet sex. She began to move with me, meeting my slow thrusts, when suddenly she giggled. "I'm kind of wet and messy, huh?"
"You're very wet and messy. God, you feel good!"
"And kind of loose too, right?"
"Ohhh, yes, very loose."
"His cock was huge Kev, hard and black and beautiful."
"Ohhh, god Stef, stop!"
"It must have been almost ten inches Kev, and really thick."
"Stef, please!" I wanted to clap my hands over my ears and sing LA-LA-LA-LA at the top of my lungs to drown out her words, but since I had my cock deep inside of her it didn't seem appropriate to act like I was six years old. I tried to focus my thoughts elsewhere. And failed.
She giggled again. "Am I making this difficult for you?"
"Yes, very."
"Good! His balls were huge too Kevin, and every time he thrust that big, beautiful cock into me his big balls would slap against my pussy."
I could only groan, but she heard it, plus my shuddering breath, and laughed. "Poor baby! With Derek behind me I could reach back between my legs and play with his balls while he fucked me Kevin, like this." She raised her upper leg and reached back to fondle my balls. I gasped and jerked back, but she had them in her hand, and held on. "Do you like that? He did!"
"Oh god Stef, stop, please, you'll make me come!" I was breathing heavily, and squeezing her breast very hard, but she didn't complain. She just tightened her grip on my scrotum, letting her long midddle finger press that tender spot just behind my sack. I groaned.
"His balls were huge Kev, big and heavy and full, and I was holding onto them, just like this, when he came in me. His balls were a lot bigger than yours."
That did it. The dam opened and the flood was released, and I bucked into her as I came, the intensity of my third orgasm of the evening far outstripping the first two. She squeezed my balls and prodded at the hard base of my cock behind them, and I came so hard it hurt - but in a good way!
"Ooh yeah that's it baby, come in me!" She pushed herself back against me, taking me as deep as I could go.
"Oh fuck, oohhh cuckolds brownie! Unnnghhhh goddamn!" I could still form words, despite the fact that my mind was completely in my groin at that moment. While by no means eloquent, I was able to vocalize my feelings. Apparently not many brain cells need to function to produce profanity.
I fell back gasping, my cock still twitching and pumping in her in what I was sure were dry heaves, all fluids having already been powerd from my body. Stef continued to squeeze and stroke my balls, which did nothing to allow me to stop twitching. "Are you still coming Kev? I can feel your cock jumping around inside of me."
I groaned my answer. "Ohhh, no, I'm done, you milked me dry. My dick just doesn't know it yet."
She giggled. "I like the way that feels."
"Could you feel it when he came in you?"
"Yes, of course."
"So you can feel all the cum spurting into you?"
She shook her head. "No, you don't really feel all that - or at least I don't. I just feel the spasms of his cock as the guy comes, the way it moves and swells, and, you know, pumps."
My own cock had finally stopped spasming and begun to soften. "So you don't really feel all that cum in you?"
"Well..." She thought about it. "I just feel all liquid inside, like all my insides melted, but that's the way I feel after any orgasm. I don't think I actually feel the cum - until it starts to run out."
"There was a lot."
"I know, it was everywhere. Kevin, when you went down on me, when you started to do that, with all that cum...god, I came so hard! That's the most erotic thing anyone has ever done to me - or for me. It just...I don't know, it just made me feel like I was so loved, like you would do anything for me."
"Apparently I would."
She giggled. "I guess. But my god, I came so hard I thought I was dying. Did I scream?"
"Yes."
"Oh. I thought that might have been me."
I laughed, and felt my cock slip out of her in a small gout of semen. "Who else would it have been?"
"I don't know. The TV?"
"It wasn't turned on."
"I sure was! God that was fun. Will we do it again sometime?"
"What part?"
"All of it Kevin, everything."
I hesitated, not sure how to answer. "I don't know. We'll see."
It was her turn to hesitate, and when she spoke her voice sounded timid and unsure. "Was it not good for you? Was it not as good as in your fantasies?"
"I don't know Stef. I'm just a little...confused, I guess. Let me relax on it."
"Mmmm, you're right, we should get to relax. The wedding is tomorrow."
The wedding! Fuck! "Um, Stef, did anyone see you with this Derek guy?" She didn't answer. "Stef, did you hear me?"
"Yeah. We had an audience, Kevin. By the time he came we had a bunch of people watching us. I guess I made too much noise, but he must have fucked me for at least twenty minutes! I couldn't help it!"
"So everyone at the wedding will know? Maybe we shouldn't go."
"Kevin, she's my best friend - I can't miss it, I promised her."
"I could stay home."
"No, come with me! Nobody cares - and what if they do, I'm still all your's you know."
"I have to think about it." I couldn't bear the idea of everyone looking at me and knowing, and feeling sorry for me, the poor, pitiful, cuckold, limp-dicked wimp.
Stef had been very quiet for several moments, and when she spoke it was in a soft whisper. "Kevin, baby, don't be mad, but..."
"But what?"
"I think someone might have had a camera. I think maybe someone shot video of him fucking me."
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Thanks Rub, glad I can be of service in both literary enjoyment and torment! I appreciate the kind words.
lkitlinke, thanks again! When you commented awhile back that when it was all done you might share this story with your wife, I replied (before it disappeared with a bunch of other posts) that if you did that I would be interested in hearing her opinion on it. We don't seem to get a lot of female commenters here - go figure, right? I'm always curious about how women might view these types of sites and stories - if you can, let me know, OK? Thanks!
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"God Stef, you think someone shot pictures - or even video - and you didn't stop them? What the hell were you thinking?"
"I asked you not to be mad Kevin! I know I screwed up, OK? I was just so wrapped up in the moment that all I could think was...well, how good it felt! It was incredible, I must have come six or seven times at least - I lost count." She paused for a moment, then sighed. "I'm actually a little surprised that I even noticed the camera - or remembered it. I guess I shouldn't have told you."
It was my turn to sigh. "No, I'm glad you did - not that there's anything I can do about it. You do know that you're probably going to wind up on the internet, right?"
She paled. "Oh my god! I hadn't even thought of that! What are we going to do?"
"What can we do? Did you notice who was holding the camera?"
She shook her head, her face full of regret. "No."
"Well then. We're fucked - first you were, and now both of us are."
That actually got a small smile out of her, but it passed quickly. "What if my brother sees it - or my dad! Oh my god, my man might see it!"
"You think your dad looks at a lot of porn?"
"No. I don't know, maybe. Don't all guys? I'm sure my brother does, he was always a horny little bastard!"
That drew a smile from me. She had told me about her younger brother Patrick and how he had constantly tormented her and her girlfriends in high school, always making lewd comments and trying to sneak peeks, and exposing his perpetual teen boner to them at every opportunity. "You'd be Patrick's wet dream, he's such a pervert, but I don't see him running to your parents with it or he'd have to explain how he managed to find it." I looked at her. "What about all the people you work with? Steffany, what about the people I work with! Crap, Stef, a lot of them know you, from the banquets and picnics and stuff. Oh cuckolds brownie!" Suddenly the ramifications of what she had done were hitting home, and both of us were horrified at the potential for disaster.
I tried to ease the tension. "Of course, there's a ton of stuff out there on porn sites, probably hundreds of thousands - or even millions - of videos. The chances of anyone we know seeing it have got to be very slim." She looked at me hopefully until I went on. "Unless, of course, it gets emailed to them."
She slumped. "How could I have been so stupid?!"
"The usual Stef, you're not the first." She looked at me, and I mimed tipping a bottle. "Liquid stupid, Stef - you drank too much. It happens."
"So you're not mad at me?"
I shrugged. "I don't...I guess...Stef, I'm not sure what I am. I need some time, you know? Right now I'm more upset about the possible video than I am about what happened. I don't think I've fully processed that yet."
She looked miserable - sexy, but miserable. "I'm so sorry Kev. I can't think about this anymore right now, I need to try to relax. I'm going to bed."
"Me too."
"Hold me?" She said it very tentatively.
"Yeah, sure. I guess."
It must have come out more gruff or abrupt than intended, because she looked at me and her eyes overflowed, tears running down her cheeks, and she laid down, her back to me, and sobbed into her pillow. I lay behind her and pulled her to me, holding her tight to my chest. "Ssshhhh, it's OK. It'll be OK, we'll get through it. You and me together Stef, like always, we'll work things out, it's all right."
Gradually her sobs tapered off, and then her sniffles, and I felt her body slowly relax in my arms. Before too long her breathing became shallow and reguar, then deepened and slowed, and I knew she was sound arelax. I wished I was as well, but it was not meant to be. I was wide awake, the various possible scenarios which the exposure of the video might create, all disastrous, running through my mind. After a while that loop changed to one of Steffany, bent over a bathroom sink with an impossibly well-endowed black man plowing her from behind, a small crowd watching and cheering her on.
When I felt myself beginning to become aroused by that I gently disentangled myself from her and got out of bed. Knowing that relax would remain elusive I left the bedroom, no particular goal in mind, and just began to walk around the house in the darkness. I paced, my mind running at a feverish pitch, unable to control where it went.
First I blamed her. I was angry, and jealous, and hurt, and all the other things I knew I was supposed to be. I had been good at the party I'd attended after all, I could have cheated on her, but I hadn't. I'd had every opportunity - still did, as a matter of fact, since I had Raven's number, and her offer. But no, that wasn't me. I recognized how lucky I was to have Steffany, but apparently she felt differently. After all, she had played with one guy's cock and balls, sucked off another, allowing him to come in her mouth, and had then fucked a third! Surely she couldn't have done all of that, even takes, if she cared about me at all!
Unless, of course, I had encouraged her to do exactly those things. I stood at the front window, staring out at the branches moving in the wind and causing a gentle strobing effect from the streetlight out front, the shadows on our lawn moving and changing. Other than the sound of the wind in the leaves our neighborhood was dead quiet, but voices screamed at me in my head. And most of them - correctly - blamed me.
I thought about the times I had pushed her to stray, to try things with other men, and how she had almost consistently rebuffed me. Other than that once, a few weeks ago, in the porn theater. Then she had let her arousal and excitement overcome her, and, with my encouragement, had pushed her own boundaries - and had found it intensely exciting. She had enjoyed it a great deal, she had admitted that, and she had been easily able to tell that I had too.
To make matters worse, I had continued to push her in that direction with my stories, and with my replays of the evening, over and over as we talked about it, about what she had done, arousing ourselves all over again. Not only had I made her think I was all right with it, I had shown her that I had loved it! Of course she would think that it was OK for her to continue to push that envelope, the holy water destroying any remaining inhibitions that I might have left her with. It was my fault.
I couldn't blame Steffany, I couldn't even find it in my heart anymore to be mad at her, or hurt, or to feel betrayed. The fault was mine, and mine alone. For pushing her, for encouraging her, for having a small cock and for coming too quickly, unable to satisfy her and make her feel like a woman should. For telling her, over and over, that she could do better. Apparently she had finally begun to believe me, and now we were where we were, and it was all my fault.
I don't know if you've ever spent a lot of time in your own living room, in the darkness, at three thirty in the morning - and maybe your living room is different from mine - but in mine, in the corners where the shadows are the thickest, are deep, dark, indigo pools. It turns out that those are pools of sorrow, remorse, and self-pity, and I spent the rest of the night wallowing in them. Not until the first light of dawn began to wash them away could I crawl back to bed, and when I did, it was to ask - no, beg - Steffany to forgive me.
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