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He stood there, mouth
open, frozen in the thundering realization that what he was looking
at had enormous implications. He was stark naked, his towel in his
hand after taking a rejuvenating hot shower. But his eyes could not
leave the tiny filmy fabric lying there in the clothes hamper. His
beloved wife’s new pink thong lay there, right on top of the
rest of the clothes, it lay there.
He blinked. It didn’t work, the panties were still there.
Was that really what he thought it was? It looked like a thick creamy
goo. Part of it had soaked into the part of her underwear that covered
her sweet precious opening. Did women secrete stuff like that? He
knew they didn’t, but he was hoping against hope that he could
find an answer that was other than his worst fears. He was more than
willing to grasp at straws right now. Anything but that.
God, there was a lot of it.
He reached down, hand shaking, and extended one finger. God, it was
still wet. Not the least bit crusty or dried. God. Had to be just
before she left work. How long had she been home anyway. He could
not remember. His mind was reeling.
It was lying there, with the crotch panel fully visible, like it was
waiting for him to open the hamper and discover it. Discover the panties
with all their wetness and profound implications. They seemed to be
lying there screaming at him “Look at me! Look at me you silly
trusting man! Look at me and all my goo! Guess what this stuff is!
Guess where we came from? Look at us, full of his goo!”
Again he reached down and touched the still soggy fabric. His finger
traced the edge of the crotch panel, thinking deeply about what this
meant…….to them. His beautiful sexy beloved wife. Only married
for five years, oh god, I have to get her an anniversary present he
thought crazily as his eyes were riveted to the messy wetness lying
there. He brought the silky sexy panties to his nose. No question
about it, he realized. Definitely cum. Definitely the ones he had
bought her last month in hopes of pleasing her, too. Part of a set,
he remembered. Yes, there was the sheer bra that had been a part of
the perfect sexy erotic lingerie set. Holding the panties in one hand,
he dropped his towel and picked up the thin flimsy bra. Bringing it
to his nose, he could smell her perfume, and also the distinct fresh
musk of a man’s cum. Looking at the full lush cups that had held
her firm proud globes, he could see the forming stains left from the
presence of some other male’s liquids.
Or could it have been his? Had they made love last night. He involuntarily
shook his head, because there was no question , they had not made
love in over a week, maybe longer he realized. With a sinking sensation,
her realized he could not remember the last time they had made love.
The very thought of making love to her caused his cock to twitch and
begin to fill with his love for her. Besides, he realized, there was
way too much cum in her panties and bra to have been his. My god,
he never produced even a tenth of what was trapped there on the thin
lace-framed fabric. And this was just what had drained out, there
was probably a lot still left inside her. ‘Oh GOD! Baby, what
have you done?’ his mind fumed in bitter uncertain pain.
He realized he had both her bra and panties pressed against his face,
oblivious to the copious cum that was transferring onto his skin.
“Do you make a habit of smelling the crotch of my panties honey?”
He turned to look at his beloved wife just as he realized his hardening
cock was beginning to pulse. His face flushed in shame at his involuntary
response to his discovery, but his heart felt like it had broken into
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The tears
running from his eyes were wetting the sheer fabric he held in his
hands, held against his tear stained cheeks. His eyes sought hers,
but his tongue could not speak. His lower lip trembled, just like
his cock was trembling. He vaguely realized it was so hard it was
aching.
She gracefully moved the two steps between them and put her hand on
his. Slowly she pulled it away from his wet cheeks. Her lips came
gliding in slow motion toward his, and she kissed him, pressing her
tongue against his lips until he allowed her her lingual entrance
into his mouth. The scent of sperm emanated from her mouth as she
breathed so near his flaring nostrils. She was breathing harder than
she normally did. Her tongue caressed his tongue, his gums, his teeth.
She lingered there for a long time, working her magic inside his mouth.
She pulled away for a brief instant, just long enough to say, “I
love you baby, more than you will ever know.”
Her hand found his rampant need and she began to stroke it with her
fingertips.
Reaching up to his hand again, she took her soiled underwear from
his hand and lowered it to his cock shaft, wrapping the soiling around
his shaft and began to stroke it up and down him. He could feel the
cool wetness that had been congealing there.
She passed the wet fabric under his ball sack and then back up the
too rigid pain of his cock. She continued to kiss his mouth with all
of the softness he desperately wanted to feel, to receive from her.
He needed to feel her love, her desire for him, to heal his pain,
to close the ragged holes in his heart.
The honesty of her kiss as she coated his sexual organs with the cum
of what could only be her lover was more than he could take. His hips
began to move back and forth, thrusting his rigid shaft in and out
of her encircling hand.
They both felt his approaching orgasm, his shame at his humiliation,
and his desperate need to feel her absorb his cumming. She pulled
away from his mouth and looked down at his thrusting cock.
Her eyes were bright and steely as she panted “Yes baby, good
baby! Cum right on my wet panties baby. Good boy! Yes, mark your territory
right here in your wife’s hands.
Good boy, cum on top of the wetness there honey. Yes! Go! CUM!!”
His hips were furiously fucking her hand now and there was no way
he could stop. She watched his face as he blushed bright red at losing
self-control and succumbing to her lewd coaxing. God, what was she
talking about, ‘Marking his territory?’ Was she not his?
Why not in her body. That was where he belonged. His reeling mind
refocused his imagination, remembering being inside her. Within seconds
he began to spew his maleness onto her soft soaked panties, held there
under his cock head as she yanked up and down on his out-of-control
spasming cock. He spewed powerfully, more powerfully than he could
remember ever before. As he slowed, she closed her hand again around
his cock shaft, stroking the renewed sogginess up and down him, milking
the last of his sperm from his shaft onto the silky fabric, smiling
up at him, watching his eyes intently as his shame overcame him and
he turned from her.
She guided him to their marital bed, helped him lie down. She gently
covered him, kissing him as a mother tenderly kisses her son goodnight
after a big game. He was asleep in seconds. |
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He awoke
to the sibilant whisperings of her as she lay on the bed next to him.
Pretending to still be asleep, he listened to her soft sexy chuckles
as she giggled her mirth with what must have been a close friend.
“Yes, I helped him cum onto my panties.” Then “Oh god
did he cum hard! His face went bright red as he shot it right onto
the cummies already there.” And then “Yeah baby, lots and
lots of cum. They were totally soaked. I walked in just as he was
smelling them. He even got some on his face as he was smelling them.”
After a short pause, “He almost passed out he came so hard. I
put him to bed, …… he is still sleeping.” Not tonight
honey, I am just too tired, maybe tomorrow? ……………..
OK, Bye honey, …… love you too, bye.” She blew a kiss
to the caller and lay there as he realized there was something on
his head, covering his face. It felt wet.
He decided to try to wait her out, wait until she went to the bathroom
or something before he moved. Better that she did not know he had
heard her talking. He felt like he was eaves dropping on her private
conversation. Then he started to get antsy, suspecting that the caller
had been her lover. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
He started to fidget a bit, trying to stay still, but not entirely
succeeding. Finally he heard her chuckle and then get up. He heard
her walk to the doorway and clump down the stairs. He reached up and
felt soggy silkiness.
Sitting up, he pulled whatever it was off his head. Looking at it,
he realized it was her cum soaked panties. He rubbed his hand over
his head and felt the globs of cum on his hair. He reached up again
and felt something strange around his chest. Looking down he realized
that she had somehow snapped her bra around him, and his pecs were
filling the lacy cups. Reaching behind himself, he struggled to reach
the clasps there, but could not. He began to struggle to get it off
of him, but succeeded only in getting a cramp in his latissimus dorsi.
He looked up to see her amused eyes watching him.
“The hook is in the front between the cups baby.”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME GOD DAMN IT!” He felt
so ripped at her! He struggled to calm himself.
“Come on, lets take a shower together honey. I will wash all
that cum out of your hair, OK?” she answered calmly. She held
out her hand to him as she turned toward the bathroom. Still flushed
with rage, he sat there watching her leave the room.
“Come on honey, lets kiss and have fun, OK? I need you to make
love to me, baby, come on in here and bathe with me.” There was
an undertone of boredom in her voice that exacted his attention.
His anger collapsed and he got out of bed. He reluctantly padded into
the bathroom to see her nakedness retreating into the shower. His
glance fell to her thighs and he could see long drivels of white cream
running down toward her knees, partly dried. His face again flushed
bright red, but this time it was from shame, not anger. Confused,
he chastised himself for feeling that way. Then, irritated, he wondered
why his prick had begun to rise again. By the time he was in the shower,
his cock was rigid.
“MMMMMM! Wow baby, hard again! Perfect! I need you to penetrate
my body baby. Here bend over, let me wash your cum filled hair. Shhhhh!
Don’t talk, you will get shampoo in your eyes honey. Be quiet
now while I wash your whole body, then you can wash mine, OK?”
And she did, she washed him from head to toe. She spent a lot of time
caressing his cock and his balls as he stood there forgetting everything
except her hands and her gorgeous body. She turned him around and
gently ran her hands under and between his cheeks. She caressed his
bottom opening, circling it with her finger. She dipped in further
and further as she wetted him deeper and deeper. She began to run
her finger in and out of him, causing his cock to pulse in rhythm
to her movements. Adding another finger as she penetrated him there,
she caressed his cock a bit as she pleasured him. Then she added a
third. He was moaning in desperate need by the time she commanded
him to lean forward horizontally, to support himself on his knees
with his hands.
She turned her hand over and inserted her middle finger up inside
him searching for the nodule within. Finding it, she caressed it until
he could stand it no more and began to expel his love cream into her
cupped hand. He marveled at the quantity of it having been encouraged
this way. It was more than he had ever produced before by far. It
looked much more watery than his normal love spew.
He watched her move her hand to her mouth drinking it, then licking
her hand clean of it. She pulled him upright, and stood in her tiptoes
to kiss him. She probed with her tongue until he relented and opened
his mouth to her kiss. He felt the liquid wetness of his own cum enter
his mouth as she pushed her tongue to force it from her own cavity
into his. “Swallow it honey, swallow it for me baby. OK? Please
baby? Do it for me baby?” She watched him swallow tentatively.
“All of it honey. Don’t waste any of it. It is too precious
to waste baby.” He swallowed the rest as she smiled her most
dazzling smile at him. “Thank you honey. That meant so much to
me. You are my hero honey. My hero and my beloved husband. I love
you more than words can say baby.”
His knees were so wobbly that he had to sit down. He watched her wash
her delectable body from a new, lower perspective. She teased him
with her fingers entering and stimulating herself. She moved the hand
wand to her opening and turned it to the pulsing setting. He could
see the globs of whiteness begin to run from her opening as she pulled
her lips apart. The pulsing water surged into her and the resulting
backwash was filled with milky white cum globs. When he tried to caress
her, she hissed, “Just watch me baby! Watch me frig myself to
orgasm. Watch my cunt quiver as you look up inside me baby! See my
fingers fucking my cunt hole baby? Watch me cum, of ….. goddd
oh goddd honey goddddddddddddd! OH god here I go baby!!!!!!!!!!! I’m
cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggggggg!”
Watching her orgasm, he felt his cock begin to harden again, but this
time the ache began at his anus and continued up his cock to the very
head. This erection hurt like hell! God it was like his cock from
top to bottom had been blown up too far. He remembered his first wet
dream years and years before, and realized that it was that same aching
sensation. He began to try to grasp it and squeeze it to stop the
tremendous ache, but it was no good. Groaning he wished for the first
time in his life he was not hard and stiff.
Dragging themselves out of the shower, they each dried themselves,
his cock waggling mercilessly in painful erection. She held his hand
as they left the bathroom, turning back his bed. She giggled at his
bounding aching hardness. She pulled the covers up on him again, kissed
him like his mother would, then fell into bed exhausted. She was breathing
rhythmically in minutes. He lay there exhausted, but unable to sleep
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