Cum Slut Husband by Sissipus

CUM SLUT HUSBAND by SISSIPUS

Part 1 – An Acquired Taste

"So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?" Smiling, my wife
sucked a drop of butter from her finger and told me "It’d better be good."

Uh-oh. I’d completely forgotten about it, and I think she knew it. Stalling,
I snatched a piece of toast from her plate and crammed it in my mouth,
mumbling incoherently around it.

"You forgot, didn’t you." Crossing her arms over her breasts, she just sat
there and glared at me. I tell you – if looks could kill . . .

"As a matter of fact," I replied, "I didn’t." Thinking quickly, I walked
over and began massaging her shoulders, my fingers just inches away from her
magnificent globes of flesh. "I just figured that, for once, I’d give you
something you really want."

"Really?" She still sounded suspicious, but as I felt the tension leave her
shoulders, I knew I had pulled it off. Looking up, she asked me "Well, what
is it . . ."

Giving her my biggest smile, I told her "Anything you want."

"Huh?"

"I mean it." Kneeling beside her, I took her hands in mine and kissed them
softly. She always liked that. "You tell me what you want, and it’s yours. I
put away some extra money, arranged for Dave to cover for me at work, and
cleared my schedule for the weekend. I’m prepared for anything you come up
with." I had to admit, for a blatant lie, it sounded pretty damn convincing.

"Are you covering?" she asked me, clearly uncertain. "I mean, did you really
plan this?"

"You bet, babe. For once, I wanted you to have a present that really means
something to you."

"Hmm . . ." Biting her upper lip, Vicky slowly shook her head. "That’s a
tough one." Then, smiling, she asked, "Do you really mean anything?"

"Yup." I had no idea what she was thinking, but it was too late to back out
now. "You always complain we never do anything exciting, so this is your
chance."

"Ooohhh, that gives me so many ideas." Kissing the top of my head, she
slipped out of the chair and headed for the bedroom. Still smiling, she let
her black-lace nightie slide to the floor and told me "Give me till dinner.
You’d better believe I’m not gonna waste this."

As I watched her pretty little behind sashay its way down the hall, I
wondered what I had gotten myself into. When we’d first met, she’d been a
pretty wild gal. I’d loved it at the time, sure, but now it worried me.
She’d proposed some really kinky stuff in the past, and I’d tried a few
things just to keep her happy, but I don’t think she’d ever really opened
up. Now, seeing that familiar smile on her face, I knew she was planning
something really bizarre.

"You gotta go through with it, Mark." Tossing the rest of the toast in the
garbage, I dropped the plate in the sink and hoped she’d show some mercy.
"After all," I tried to reassure myself, "What’s one night compared to the
lifetime of marriage we have ahead of us?"

"Mark!" Yelling at me from somewhere upstairs, Vicky called down, "Meet me
in the bathroom!"

The bathroom? I knew I had said ‘anything’, but what the hell could you do
in the bathroom? "Alright, alright, I’m coming!"

As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The woman
standing before me couldn’t be the woman I had married. Not that I minded
the look – not at all – it’s just that I’d never seen her like that before.
"Wow," I told her, whistling softly.

"Is that all you can say?" I suppose her pouting was supposed to make me
feel bad, but it looked too damn sexy to work.

"You’ve had a busy afternoon."

"Mmm. Do you like?"

"Oh yes, Mark like very much!" She had taken her straight, blonde hair and
transformed it into a full, wavy cascade of fire. Then, to match her knew
hair-colour, she had painted her nails a bright red, adding inch long
extensions to her fingers. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she had really
laid the make-up on thick, giving her a slutty, almost whorish appearance
that really turned me on. It was like the old days all over again.

"Good. The only thing left to do is shave."

"And what? Do you want me to watch?"

"Nope. You’re the one who’s going to get shaved."

As soon as I saw her smirk, I knew what she meant. She’d hinted at it for a
long time, and I guess this was her chance to finally get her way. Oh well,
if this was the worst she had to offer, then I guess I could live with it.

"Here, sit on the toilet, while I get you all lathered up." Five minutes
later and a full year of work was down the drain – literally. I can’t
remember what it was that had caused me to grow a mustache, but I had liked
it. She hadn’t. "There, that looks so much better."

"You think so?" Seeing myself in the mirror, I just thought I looked strange
– naked almost.

"Sure do." Then, turning me around for a deep, passionate kiss, she added,
"Feels much better to."

When she finally let me come up for air, I laughed "So, that was your
birthday wish?"

For some reason, her answering laugh made the hairs stand up on the back of
my neck. "Not even close, buster. You promised me the weekend, and I plan to
use it all."

That wasn’t quite what I had meant, but there was no backing out now.
Deciding to make the best of it, I smiled and asked her "Well then, what’s
next?"

"Hmm. Follow me."

Follow her I did, right into the bedroom. Once there, I marveled at what she
had done to the place. She’d draped heavy black curtains over all the
windows, placed scented candles all over the place, and set up the
video-camera in the far corner of the room. Not only that, but she had put
some kind of shiny pink covering on the bed. Feeling it, I asked, "Is that
rubber?"

"Close enough. It’s latex." As she hunted through her dresser, she added
"They’re really fun when wet, and they’re easy to clean up." Then, her hands
hidden behind her, she added "Trust me, we’re gonna need ’em."

"Whatever." I tried to look nonchalant as I shrugged, but I was getting
worried again. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

"Lay down," she told me, "And spread your arms and legs."

I knew what was coming next. We’d played this game a few times before, and
I’d actually enjoyed some of it. "As least use the padded ones, please?"

"Nope. This is my show. Remember that." A minute-and-a-half later, and I was
handcuffed to the bed, my hands and feet secured to each the four bedposts.
As such, I was powerless to resist when she slipped the blindfold over my
face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" This was new, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Not
knowing what she had planned for later was one thing, but not knowing what
she was doing now was quite another.

"Shh, it’s supposed to heighten your other senses."

Strangely enough, she was right. Deprived of my sight, the first thing I
noticed was the scented candles. Next, was the sound of my restless body
squeaking and squelching against the latex sheets. Just as I was about to
ask what was next, I found out.

"Oh, that feels good, baby. Mmm, keep sucking, yeah." One thing I had always
loved about Vicky’s wild years was that they had taught her to become a
champion cock-sucker. Many’s the morning I’ve woken up to find her pretty
lips wrapped around my dick, just waiting for some breakfast cum. And
tonight she was in rare form.

She started slowly, just taking the head into her mouth, but quickly
progressed from there. Alternatively sucking on the down strokes and blowing
in the up ones, she took a little bit more into her mouth each time,
eventually ending up with her lips pressed up against my balls. "Ohhh, fuck
yeah." Groaning, my only regret was that I couldn’t see the bulge my cock
made in her throat. That always turned me on.

"You like that, eh?" she teased, releasing me from her mouth. "Would Mark
like some more?"

That was a stupid question. "You know I do, you slut."

"Mmm, too bad this is my weekend, not yours." For a moment, I was afraid
that meant the blowjob was over, but she added "Then again, I think I would
like some more."

This time, she took a deep breath and forced herself to swallow it all on
the first try, kissing my balls again. "Oh, christ!" If she had even moved,
I would have cum right then and there. Fortunately, she sensed the same
thing and just held me in her mouth until the moment passed. Then she did
something she had never done before. Using a trick she had never shown me
before, she relaxed her throat even further and continued to take me deeper
and deeper. It must have been a real stretch for her, but a minute later she
had my cock down her throat and my balls in her mouth!

"Holy shit!" I could feel every drop of blood in my body rushing to my cock
and I knew I would cum any minute now. She had her lips lock around the base
of my sac, was tonguing my balls and sucking my cock at the same time!
"That’s it!" I growled, "Here it comes!"

The first spurt must have gone straight into her stomach, but she quickly
pulled back and let me fill her mouth with my explosion of cum. As I felt
spurt after spurt after spurt of the creamy white stuff shoot out and fill
her mouth to overflowing, I thought I was gonna black-out. I had never cum
so hard and so long in my life! Whatever else she had prepared for me that
weekend, I suddenly wasn’t so worried.

I was still cumming when she pulled her mouth off my cock, but I couldn’t
blame her. Wishing I could rip the blindfold off my face, I could only
imagine what she must look like – her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk
thanks to the cum inside, with little streams of it running down either side
of her mouth. Smiling at the image, I felt balls finally empty themselves as
a final spurt of cum shot out to cover my stomach.

"That was incredible," I panted, still unable to believe how hard I’d cum.
"If that’s the kind of stuff you wanna do for your birthday, I think we
should have one every day."

"Nice try, but women stop having birthdays at twenty-nine, didn’t you know
that?"

"Oh well, it’ll get us through the weekend at least," I joked.

"Mmmm, that was nice." Smacking her lips together, she climbed off the bed
and walked across the room, presumably back to her magic dresser.

"Hey, where’d ya go?"

"Don’t worry," she whispered in my ear a moment later, "I’m not going
anywhere. Yet." Not giving me time to ask what she meant, Vicky moved down
the bed and began rubbing something against my cum-covered stomach.

"Hey!" I yelped, "That’s cold!"

"Hmmm, not for long." She must have stayed down there for a good two or
three minutes, but I had no idea what she was doing. Finally, she stopped
and the room went silent. As I waited for her to say or do something, I felt
my worries coming back. This was torture!

"Ah, honey?" I asked. "What are you do – urk." I gagged on the last word as
she shoved something in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she was really
pushing. "Mmmph! Hmmmph!"

Finally, she let go, but I still couldn’t push the object out of my mouth.
Then, as the initial panic faded away, I realized what it was.

"Ohhh, you look so pretty," she teased. Ripping the blindfold from my face,
she asked "Don’t you just love it!"

The mirror she was holding showed me exactly what she had done – not that I
needed it. She had fitted her favourite penis-gag over my face, but only
after coating it with my cum. I wanted nothing more than to spit it out, run
to the bathroom and wash my mouth out, but I couldn’t. It was as secure as
my handcuffs, and she knew it.

"Now, Mark, I’m gonna go out for a few hours, but I’ll be back to play some
more later." Slipping a tape in the VCR, she hit ‘play’ and smiled. "I think
you’ll like this one," she told me, "I do."

As I tried desperately to keep my tongue away from the cum-covered plastic
dick she had shoved in my mouth, I saw an image appear on the screen of a
woman giving a blowjob. How fitting.

"I threw five of my favourites on this tape – that’s almost eight hours – so
I don’t think you’ll get bored." As she finished putting on her jewelry, she
gasped and said "Ooops! I almost forgot." Grabbing the remote from the
floor, she cranked the volume up to thirty – a setting we usually only used
for music videos. Then, coming back to the bed, she leaned down and told me
"These tapes have the greatest audio, you really gotta love it. Every
scream, every cry, every grunt and every groan. Not only that, but the women
really love to talk dirty about what they’re doing."

Now I was really worried. Looking up at her with my pleading eyes, I hoped
she’d at least remove the gag. Far from it, she squeezed my cheeks and
laughed "Smile, honey – you’re on candid camera!"

It was only then that I remembered the video camera. Gulping in surprise, I
couldn’t help but taste the flood of saliva and cum that ran down my throat,
aided by her squeezing my cheeks. Grimacing at the taste, I again wondered
what she had gotten myself into.

Grabbing a handful of clothes, Vicky gave me a quick kiss on the nose and
was gone, closing the bedroom door on her way out. Alone, I decided to make
the best of things and enjoy the video, even if I couldn’t masturbate to it.
That was when the scene suddenly changed, showing the guy from the first
scene on his knees, while the blowjob-girl held his head against her tits.
At first I couldn’t understand why he looked so disgusted, but then the
camera panned out to show him being face-fucked by another guy!

Still tasting the cum in my mouth, I grimaced in disgust and closed my eyes.
Unfortunately, I could still hear the woman screaming "-it! Oh yeah, you
look so pretty with a big, fat cock in your mouth. I want you to suck that
meat, baby, lap at it with your tongue and help our friend fill your
sissy-face with cum! Mmm, don’t fight it baby, just-"

I tried not to watch. I tried not to listen. It was no use. The audio was
just as good as Vicky said, and my imagination was only too happy to provide
the pictures – but with me in the place of the cocksucker on screen.
Choosing the video over that, I tried to ignore the fact that I was getting
hard again.

 

It was gonna be a long night.

"Hi, baby!"

"Ummmm. Mmmnnnngghhh. Urrrgghhh."

"Sorry, darling, but I can’t understand a fucking word you say." Sitting
down on the edge of the bed she smiled and told me "You really shouldn’t
talk with your mouth full."

"Uuuaaaggghhh!" It was no use. Until she removed the gag, there would be no
way to make her understand me. What’s more, every time I tried to say
something, my tongue kept coming up against the pink-prick she’d shoved in
there, reminding me what that odd taste was.

"Mmm. I see you’re enjoying the show." As her nail traced a line up and down
my erect cock, I felt like I would die of embarrassment. For the last four
hours I had been forced to watch guy after guy being orally and anally raped
while girlfriends/wives/etc. looked on in delight, vocally urging them on. I
could only hope that the video wasn’t a preview of what she had planned for
me.

"Would you like to cum? Huh? Would you?"

"Mmmnnngghhh." Grunting my agreement, I nodded vigorously.

"Would you like me to help?" Taking my continued nodding as a sign of my
agreement, she wrapped her hand around my cock and began jerking it up and
down. I would have preferred her lips, or her pussy, but would gladly take
what was offered.

It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum, thanks to four hours of intense
stimulation without release. My cock was harder and longer than I had ever
seen it before and my balls looked like a pair of softballs. The pressure
was so incredible, it was painful.

"Come on, Markie, cum for me." Adding a gentle twist to her masturbating
hand, Vicky began pumping faster and faster. For a brief moment I was able
to forget the movie playing behind her and focussed only on the two of us.
As bizarre as the situation was, I needed to cum and was determined to enjoy
it.

"Unnnggghhh!" Bucking my hips off the bed – as far as the handcuffs would
allow – I watched as my cock literally exploded, showering the two of us
with cum. It looked like a fucking firehose as it sprayed us with thick wads
of gooey semen, spurting so fast you’d almost swear it was a steady stream.

"Ooohhh, yesss!" Still jerking my cock, Vicky aimed it at me, allowing a few
spurts to land on my face before dying away to splatter against my chest and
stomach. To my surprise it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, and it made me
grateful for the gag. At least I wouldn’t have to taste any more of it.

"That was wonderful, dear. We’ll have to watch TV together a lot more from
now on." Standing, she walked over to her dresser and began rummaging
through the bottom drawer. Suddenly, my stomach began to knot as I feared
what she was looking for. When she returned to the bed, a triumphant smile
on her face, I knew she had.

Doing my best to twist and turn away from her attentions, I watched
helplessly as she scooped the cum from my body and into a small pink funnel.
She had one finger over the bottom – to keep it from leaking – and I could
see that it was filling up rather quickly. Finally, she’d gathered all she
could and she slowly crawled up the bed toward me.

"Ooops! I almost spilled some," she giggled, almost sliding off the bed,
thanks to the sweat-slickened latex sheets. "I told you these were fun!"

Then, kneeling beside my head, she reached down to scoop the cum from my
face – or so I thought at the time. Instead, she simply began spreading it
around.

Disgusted, I turned my face away and was rewarded with an eyeful of her
cummy fingers. Surprisingly, it really stung, bringing tears to my eyes.
"I’m sorry," she cooed, "But you made me slip." Waiting for me to look at
her, she warned, "You have two eyes . . ." and left it at that. Swallowing
my pride, I remained motionless as she finished my sperm-facial.

"Oh, you look so pretty," she howled, bouncing up and down on the bed. "You
know, some of the whores downtown just swear by this stuff. Call it nature’s
most perfect beauty aid." Stopping for a moment in order to enjoy her work,
she nodded thoughtfully and told me "Looking at you now, I’d have to say
they were right!"

Grimacing in disgust, I hoped that somehow, I would be spared the further
humiliation of seeing this on tape. Maybe she left the lens cap on. Maybe
the tape would run out. Maybe the power would go out. Anything, to salvage
what little dignity I had left. Next thing I knew, she was running a
cum-covered finger over my gag as she leaned down and whispered "If you like
that, you’re gonna love this!"

With that, she pried open the plug on the gag and popped the funnel in the
hole. Jiggling it back and forth, she smiled at me and said "We’re gonna
fill it up good! Bet ya never thought of using it like this, hmm?"

She was right. We’d filled the dildo portion of the gag with things like
beer and wine in the past, for her to suck on as we fucked. I had never
imagined anything like this. Oh well, at least I knew she couldn’t force me
to suck it. Of course, that made me wonder what she did have in mind.

"Ooohh! We filled it right to the top," she laughed, withdrawing the funnel
to allow a small stream of semen to run down my cheek. Then, bracing my head
between her knees – so I wouldn’t turn and spill the cum – she asked "Are
you ready for me to fill your sissy-mouth with cum? Huh? Just like they do
on TV?"

Unable to shake my head ‘no’, I had to rely on me eyes to show her how much
I didn’t want to do this. Either she didn’t notice or she didn’t care.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out something that looked like a small
rubber ball with a nozzle on it. The fact that it was pink assured me that
it was meant for the gag.

"This little doo-hicky cost me an extra twenty bucks," she complained, "But
was worth every penny." Screwing it onto the cum-filled hole, she grinned
and told me "Open wide, my darling cumslut – here it cums!"

Every time she squeezed that ball, the rubber penis shot a load of my own
cum into my mouth. Again and again she squeezed and again and again I felt
my mouth being filled with cum. I had no choice but to swallow or choke to
death on the stuff, so I began swallowing each spurt, hoping it would keep
me from tasting it too much. In the end, it made no difference – I’d be
tasting my own cum well after she removed the gag.

"Well, now that you’ve been milked and fed, I’m gonna go downstairs and play
with my new friends." Removing the pump, she sealed the dildo shut and
climbed off the bed. Smiling at the look of confusion on my face, she began
peeling off her clothes, exposing the new tattoo on her ass. It was a
picture of a man, on all fours, wearing only a collar and leash, being
mouth-fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on dildo and thigh-high
stiletto-heeled bitch boots.

"Mmm. Do you like it?" she asked, now fully naked. "It’s a birthday present
from my new friends." Giving her ass an exaggerated wiggle as she left the
room, she told me "If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll bring some of them upstairs
to play with you. Would you like that?"

I started to shake my head ‘no’, but she slammed the door shut as soon as
she finished the question. Painfully aware of the sounds and picture coming
from the TV, the taste of cum in my mouth, and the memory of that tatoo, I
wondered again what the hell had I gotten myself into.

For the next two hours I just laid there, trying to ignore the video but
becoming increasingly aroused despite the situation I found myself in. For
the most part, I might have been able to withstand the constant audio and
visual stimulation, but there was one scene in particular that I couldn’t
forget. It was at the beginning of the fourth movie – approximately five
hours into the tape – and it made the rest of the tape seem like softcore,
late-night TV porn by comparison.

It began with a guy laying in a hospital bed, being attended to by a huge
titted nurse. Wearing an outfit two sizes two small, she was deep-throating
him while he fondled her tits. I don’t know if it was the outfit or a sign
of her arousal, but her nipples looked like they were going to rip through
the material at any moment.

Just when it looked like he was on the verge of coming, the nurse pulled
away and clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, keeping them there
until the moment passed. Sympathetic to his predicament – after all, I
couldn’t cum either – I watched in awe as the nurse removed her top,
revealing a pair of whoppers that were even bigger than I had dared imagine.

"Shit! Your bra is fuckin’ soaked," the guy growled. "You must be one hot
bitch to sweat that much!"

The nurse just laughed – the same kind of laugh Vicky had been using with me
all night. I was immediately suspicious. A moment later I saw just how right
I was when she ripped off her bra and began squeezing her tits, showering
her patient with jets of warm milk. Until that moment, I had never taken
much interest in lactation fetishes, but I quickly became a convert.

About ten minutes later – by which time the guy’s chest and face were
literally saturated with titmilk – another nurse came in, locking the door.
Except for her blonde hair, she could have been an identical twin to the
redhead currently feeding the patient.

"Hey, it’s supposed to be my turn to feed him," she complained, already
whipping off her top and bra.

"Mmm. Go right ahead," the other nurse sighed, "I don’t think there’s any
danger in our patient getting full."

The guy in the bed just moaned a quiet agreement, too involved in suckling
at the redhead’s tit to say anything more. Shrugging, the blonde came over
to the bed and began adding her own milk to the mess.

Every once in a while, the two nurses would lift a tit and shoot the other
with a stream of warm titmilk, nearly driving me over the edge. If this kept
up for much longer, I honestly believed I might be able to come without any
physical stimulation at all.

"Well," moaned the newcomer a few minutes later, "He’s been fed and bathed,
but I can’t help but think we’re forgetting something."

The redhead smiled and responded "Dessert."

Then, before the guy in the video knew what was happening, the two nurses
pulled him down to the middle of the bed and began attaching him to the
various traction pulleys and straps hanging from the ceiling. He seemed
nervous, but was evidently willing to go along with whatever they had in
mind. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to tell him to run. I
had no more idea what was to come than he did but, knowing what had been on
the rest of the tape, knew it would be nothing good.

I was right.

In a matter of moments, the two big-breasted nurses had the guy fully
restrained, leaving him at their mercy. While the blonde went to get
something from the bathroom, the redhead quickly used the traction equipment
to put the patient in a frighteningly uncomfortable position. He was still
lying on his back, but less than half of him was on contact with the bed.
His body was bent almost double, with his knees resting on the pillow above
his head, and his cock just a few inches from his mouth.

"Is he ready?" asked the blonde, returning from the bathroom.

"Yup. Go to it, you filthy-minded little bitch."

Smiling, the blonde proceeded to give the poor guy an enema while the
redhead forced him to suck his own cock. Giving the traction restraints a
little help, she climbed on the bed, grabbed his thighs, and forced his cock
to penetrate deeper and deeper. It was at that point that I turned away in
disgust, but the two nurses happily provided a play-by-play of each other
actions, keeping me fully informed. And, when I heard the explosive groan
and resulting choking sounds, I knew that the guy had been forced to cum
down his own throat.

Unfortunately, while I was disgusted by the end of the scene, the first
twenty-minutes of lactating love had been enough to ensure that my erection
remained solid.

"Hi, honey!" Startled by the voice, I looked up to find eight naked guys
carrying my wife through the door, while a ninth held it open. "Sorry to
leave you out of our fun for so long, but we kind of got carried away." If
she was aware of the pun, she gave no sign.

Oh fuck, what the hell did she have in mind now? Judging by the sweat on
their bodies, my wife’s dishevelled hair, and the guy’s limp cocks, I could
only hope they were too spent to do anything to me. As I was to find out,
that was entirely the idea.

"We’ve got a really special treat for you," Vicky cooed from her perch. She
was resting comfortably in the grasp of eight muscular men, with one for
each foot, knee, butt-cheek, and armpit. "You know," she told me, "They say
you can’t have your cake and eat it too but, since it’s my birthday, I’m
changing the rules."

As she nodded, the ninth guy came over the bed and removed my penis-gag.
Relieved, I tried to ask her what the fuck she thought she was doing, but he
clamped a hand over my mouth at the first sound. Nodding, the guy moved as
close to the wall as he could and waited for his friends to bring my wife
over.

"As you’ve probably guessed," she told me, "These fine young men have all
had my cake – or pie, I guess – but I’ve saved the eating part just for
you." At that, the guy nearest the bed took his hand from my mouth and
placed some kind of clamp on my nose.

"Ow! That fucking hurts!" I cursed, feeling the pressure on my nose. "What
the hell do you think -" Suddenly, I was unable to continue the sentence as
the eight guys carefully dropped my wife on my face, making sure her gaping,
raw pussy was directly over my mouth. That wouldn’t have been so bad –
actually, it could have been a lot of fun – but even before her lips touched
mine, I felt a colossal load of hot, gooey semen fall into my mouth.
Surprise, I swallowed it, only to be rewarded with what seemed an
inexhaustible supply from her pussy.

"Ohhh, yesss." Humping my face, Vicky grasped the headboard and ground
herself against me. As she did, one of the guys – the one who held the door
and gave me my noseplug – bent over and told me what had gone on downstairs.

"You should have seen it, man. Your slut wife walked right into the bar,
flashed her tits and asked who wanted more. Then she flashed her pussy and
invited everyone to come fuck her brains out."

"Yeah," added one of the other guys, bending over to whisper in my other
ear, "We all fucked her at least twice, and some of us three times. And,
during it all, she kept her pussy propped up on a pile of pillows, telling
us to make sure we filled ‘er up good."

Disgusted, I was trying my best to hold my breath but was quickly reaching
my limit. When a third guy came over to replace the first, I knew I was a
goner.

"When we was done," he rasped, "Your bitch had us all jerk off all over her
cunt. Said she wanted it covered inside and out." Ramming a fist down on my
stomach, he forced me to take another breath, and receive another load of
semen in the process. "That’s almost thirty loads of cum, man."

"Oh, fuck yes!" Vicky screamed her ecstasy to the whole neighbourhood. "I
let a bunch of strangers fuck me silly, Mark, and I saved all their ooeey,
gooeey, hot and tasty cum for you!" Frantically humping my face while the
guys took turns punching my stomach, forcing me to take all she had to
offer, she cried "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes! That’s how I like it, hon. Suck
my pussy! Eat their cum! Drain me like I drained them!"

For a minute, I couldn’t figure out what the hell she was talking about. She
made it sound like I was an active participant in this bizarre orgy, instead
of a reluctant, force-fed cuckold.

"Oh, man! He’s really lapping it up!" cried on of the guys.

"Shit! He’s sucking our cum from her like a baby at a mother’s tit."

"Yeah, and look at the fucking hardon he’s got!"

Yet another guy laughed. "Of course he does! When he’s done cleaning up our
generous helpings of semen-surprise, he’s gonna want dessert!"

What the hell were they talking about? Could they really believe I was a
willing participant in this debauchery? I wanted nothing more than to
escape, puke my guts out, take a long shower, and get as far away from this
madwoman I called my wife as possible. Instead, I was still guzzling the
unending streams of cum dripping from her pussy, forced to swallow them if I
was to breathe. What’s more, she hadn’t left me much room to breathe, and
everytime I inhaled, I helped suck out a little more cum.

"Might as well just relax and enjoy yourself," one the guys whispered in my
ear. "After all, we got all this on video and it’ll certainly give the
impression you’re enjoying yourself." He was right! Terror slowly replacing
my disgust, I listened while he idly speculated as to what my boss,
co-workers, friends, and family might think of my performance.

"Thank you, honey," Vicky panted from above, "This was the greatest birthday
present I could have ever hoped for." Giggling as she rode my face, she
gasped "I can’t wait to see what you have planned for next weekend."

Fully aware that she had me trapped, I wondered the same thing.

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