Turnabout Pt. 02

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It’s one thing to fantasize about your wife having a sexual escapade with another man. But it is entirely different when that fantasy becomes a reality.

Suppose your reserved, faithful, and monogamous wife of a decade came home late one night, then told you about having just had sex with another man. That would be pretty jarring. But what if said wife waited to say anything until you were already enthusiastically eating out her hot juicy cunt? Only then did she reveal that she had just had an affair AND that you have been lapping up and swallowing down her lover’s cum. How would you feel then?

Well, that’s precisely what happened to me.

For years I had been encouraging my wife, the woman I love more than anything, to just once, bed a man more well endowed than me. Yet, all along, she steadfastly refused to even entertain the notion. So, I’m sure you can understand why I was caught completely unprepared for her sudden about-face.

As she lay there regaling me with graphic details of his enormous cock and mastery at love-making, I was overwhelmed with a level of humiliation I’d never experienced before.

That humiliation was soon taken to even greater depths when my wife revealed that the steady stream of fluids gushing from her pussy was a combination of orgasmic juices from both her and this former boyfriend.

My wife had intentionally waited until AFTER my head had been beneath the bedsheet and blanket. AFTER, I had spent countless minutes enthusiastically slurping up gobs of the rich sauce oozing from her vagina.

Talk about a one-two punch of humiliation!

Under the covers, I couldn’t see. I could only smell and taste. And the aroma emanating from between my wife’s legs had been as inviting as the taste was intoxicating.

How was I supposed to know what I was smelling or tasting? Could I help it if It smelled good and tasted even better? Or that swallowing this sauce had raised my libido to all new heights?

Embarrassingly, even after Marie had let me in, on both her fling and the resulting creamy remnants between her legs, I still found myself highly aroused by this entire turn of events.

The question then becomes, how can I explain any of that away? When one doesn’t stop what he’s doing, but instead presses on with greater vigor, what kind of excuse could I possibly have for doing so?

Maybe I should have been mad or hurt, or both. Instead, my strongest emotion was one of extreme lust for my wonderfully sexy wife. Along with a good helping of pride that others find her just as sexually appealing as always have.

When the time came for me to slide my rock-hard dick into her cum coated pussy, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her pussy was so slick and loose. Knowing that my dick was now covered in the semen left by another man was utter heaven! A perverse, deviant, unnatural, and depraved kind of heaven. CREAMPIE HEAVEN!

And now that I was well accustomed to the taste and texture of cum filled pussy, after adding my own sperm into the mix, I again paid homage to the shrine of a woman, diligently swabbing and sucking this creampie of every last drop cream had gone down my throat and into my stomach.

As a side note; Other than guys being guys and gals being gals, we are all pretty much the same in most other regards. We come in all shapes and sizes. Short or tall, fat or skinny. Everyone has an equal standing within his or her sex.

That is until the clothes come off. That’s when different attitudes within the sexes come to light.

Two women can have identical builds. One can have huge breasts, and the other, almost none at all. But that’s okay. Because, as for sex appeal, there are plenty of people attracted to a big set of fun bags while others can’t get enough of cute, small, bite-size titties.

But, take two naked men of identical build and stature. One has been blessed with a nice big piece of salami hanging between his legs. The other is cursed with nothing more than a Vienna sausage.

Guy number one is viewed as a sexual god, receiving the adoration of every woman and the envy of every other male who doesn’t measure up.

Whereas guy number two is there for nothing more than comic relief. As far as using that “thing” for pleasing a woman, he is just a worthless schmuck. At the very best, they might say, “it’s SO CUTE!” But in the end, no one gets excited by the sight of a grown man with a short dick.

Put another way, “Tits of any size are quite fine! But a tiny dick is just a waste of time!”

Anyway, it really should not have come as any surprise. When the woman I married, and have been deeply in love with for ten plus years, abruptly broke her marital vow. After all, for years, I had been telling her to do just that. That I’d be fine if she ever wanted to relive a moment from her premarital days.

However, the result of Marie unexpectedly hooking up with this old boyfriend “for old times sake” led to her rediscovering what she had been missing for all these years. Ankara bayan escort The pleasurable sexual sensations derived from a cock much larger than my skinny 4″ pecker could provide.

An even bigger surprise was when she teased that she intended to make up for lost time.

I didn’t know how to feel about this proclamation. It was something I had long dreamed of. My wife, getting it on with other men. But now that it might actually happen, I was having second thoughts about it.

All I did know, this one tryst had reawakened something within Marie. A yearning she had been ignoring for all these years. And it was all my doing.

Marie drifted off to a very sound sleep with me still lapping and sucking the last traces of cum that continued to find its way from the depths of her womanhood.

Once I had successfully cleaned her of every last droplet, I had great difficulty falling asleep. My mind was filled with images of what I thought it would have been like to be there, watching as she and her ex-lover mated like wild sex animals.

I found myself wishing I could have just sat near the bed. Watching my darling wife’s face as this Roger character pressed his massive erection against my Marie’s tight but hungry pussy. What was her reaction as she felt his big stick opening her love canal wider? As it penetrated more deeply than she had experienced in more than a decade?

After about four hours of fitful sleep, I was startled when Marie’s fingers wrapped around my throbbing hard-on and began sliding her hand up and down. My restlessness must have stirred her awake. I was so horny and wanted to know more. As she stroked me slowly, I asked her to tell me every detail of this ‘old times sake’ reunion with her lover of years ago.

Fortunately, Marie seemed more than ready to put it all out there.

Without a trace of remorse or hesitation, my darling wife told me how rigid her lover’s cock was. She even did her best to illustrate how thick and long his erection gets. Then she told me that he came three times. The first time was when she actually sucked him off! That was something she hadn’t done to me in years. She also made a point of adding, “His cum tastes less bitter than yours does” Then, more wistfully, she went on to say that he pumped two more loads into her when they fucked.

“I swear, by the time we finished, there is no way that my vaginal canal could have stretched enough to hold all of Roger’s cum. It’s obvious that most of it had forced its way through my cervix, filling my womb.” Marie let out a smirk. “Good thing I’m not fertile. I’d be knocked up for sure.”

HOLY CRAP!!! In all the years of dreaming and scheming about Marie having sex with another guy, I had always envisioned her ending up with a pussy full of his cum. Never once had the threat of impregnation entered into my fantasies. Birth control wasn’t even a consideration.

The reality of such a possibility really struck a nerve.

In a tone and manner that was out of character for my Marie, she said, “I haven’t felt anything like that in SUCH A LONG TIME! You know how you can barely last two minutes.” (said as a statement, not a question.) “Well, Roger lasts much, MUCH longer. When he cums, it only softens a little. His cock doesn’t get so soft it falls out like yours does, so he never has to stop.”

Marie was on a roll, “Where you’re lucky to get it up a second time in under an hour, Roger and I were able to fuck non-stop for close to an hour. His cock stays hard for so long and IS so much longer. I got to try so many different positions that you and I could never hope to accomplish. I lost count of how many times I came. And that was before he had his first orgasm!”

Strangely, I found myself enjoying these conformations of just how deficient I have been as a lover, both physically and sexually. “And,” she added, “when Roger cums, he cum a LOT! When I sucked him off, he shot six or seven good heavy blasts and then five more, smaller ones. I could hardly swallow fast enough. And he did the very same thing when he came inside me. BOTH TIMES! He does have a set of big, heavy balls. So it would make sense for his prostate to be huge! I bet he could fill a tumbler with his cum.” Then snidely adding, “Even at your best, you probably couldn’t fill a shot glass.”

Suddenly my dick twitched when a vision flashed through my imagination. I saw myself being watched… and laughed at… by my wife and her lover as I drank the cum from those glasses.

These imagery visions shocked me. Why would I even be thinking like this? Why on earth would I WANT to drink cum? Mine or anybody else’s? Straight guys don’t LIKE swallowing cum! Do we?

Yet, didn’t I go right back to slurp up some more of the juices leaking from my wife’s pussy? Even after I knew WHAT the majority of that leakage consisted of?

The SMELL, the TEXTURE, and the TASTE had done something to me. It had me thirsting for more. Even cleaning up my own ejaculation, no prompting Escort bayan Ankara involved.

I had no explanation or excuse for it. But damn it, I knew I’d willingly do it all over again.

It would be naive on my part to think that she hadn’t already figured this much out: Through my very actions since she came home, clearly, I wouldn’t be creating a fuss over any cheating. She may even suspect that, most likely, I’ll want her to continue fucking other men.

Even if I do, will I have the nerve to actually come out and say so? How does a husband tell his wife that he is more than agreeable for her to continue fucking other men and still have her respect?

Well, weeks earlier, I had gone and given her that permission slip, and nothing about our relationship changed. So I guess that part is already a given.

Even so, how does a straight husband tell his wife — if and when she does fuck other guys — that he wants her to come home full of the evidence? How do you tell your wife how much you would greatly appreciate the opportunity of eating another creampie made by another man. That you would welcome slurping a stranger’s cum from her stretched and unfaithful cunt?

As my wife continued to relive her night of lust-fueled debauchery, Marie admitted that while driving home, she grew nervous. Afraid that I might find out before she could explain what happened. Yet, she decided that telling me about her evening of infidelity could wait until morning. “I had it in my head to sneak in and shower before getting into bed. Over breakfast, that’s when I would confess my sins,” she said.

“But, as I entered the house, mischievous feelings came over me. Those feelings only intensified as I was sneaking up the stairs, getting closer to our bedroom.”

It was at this point, Marie let me in on how I came to be so intimately a part of this whole sordid affair. “I guess I should explain,” she said. “See, when Roger gave me his second infusion of cum, he had me doubled over and was piledriving his big cock really deep into me. I can’t remember the last time I felt something that far inside me or cum being shot with such force, filling every nook and cranny into my belly. The feeling was incredible!”

That wistful expression settled onto my wife’s face again. Calmly, almost dreamily, she went on. “Before pulling out, he suggested using a tampon to keep his cum inside me as long as possible. He said, ‘It will be such a turn-on for me knowing you’re carrying some of me around inside you. I bet it will be a turn-on for you too.’ He said it would be a kind of keepsake of our special night together. Roger always was kinky that way.”

Marie chuckled. “I would never have thought to do that, but I liked the sound of it. Anyway, he had me hold on to my ankles, keeping me doubled over like that while he got a tampon out of my purse. With my pelvis turned upward, it would keep his cum from running out. Talk about surrendering all modesty.”

According to her, while Roger was fishing around in her purse for the tampon, he told her that she was to close her eyes, and when he said “go,” she was to open them and say, “Please, sir. Will you fix it so I can keep you precious sperm inside my belly?” She said that she chuckled but agreed to go along.

Well, when he had climbed back onto the bed and said, “Go!” Marie opened her eyes to find Roger holding his cellphone and video recording her. “At first, I was stunned and embarrassed. Then almost immediately, I got all tingly, knowing that he was making a permanent record of our special reunion. At that point, my attitude was like, ‘oh, what the hell,’ and went all in, giving him a memorable performance. ‘Please, sir. Make me your vessel. Please put a stopper into my cheating cunt so your precious semen and all those viral sperm will remain bottled up inside me.’ Roger’s face lit up at adlib. He was smiling from ear to ear.”

Her story had me smiling too. But Marie still wasn’t done. “Then he handed the phone to me so I could record what he was doing. It was an incredible turn-on to watch it all, up close, on the screen. I tell you what. I never felt as vulnerable as when Roger was pushing that tampon into me. He even made sure that the cum that had begun oozing out got pushed back inside.”

Marie chuckled, “I had to quickly lower my legs and tighten my muscles to keep the tampon from shooting right out again.”

Then, turning to look me dead in the eye, she added, “But that tampon did exactly what I had asked for. It kept his cum captive within me. And you know what? Roger was right. It WAS a real turn-on.”

“Between the feeling of fullness from his cum and the sexy feelings I got from having it all plugged up inside me, my clit was hard and sensitive.”

She went into detail about how, while driving home, every bump and vibration of the car teased her clit. And how she could feel the cum sloshing around inside her belly. Instead of the usual post-sex mellowness, her hornyness was kept Bayan escort Ankara at a slow simmer.

Marie was smiling to herself again. “By the time I got home and in the front door, gravity and the pressure against my insides was beginning to win out. Roger’s cum started leaking past the tampon. That only created further reminders of what I had done, the great time I had doing it, and the evidence I still carried inside me. That’s when a devilish voice inside my head helped me see this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. One that should be fully taken advantage of.”

Again, staring me in the eye, she said, “Suddenly, I had the wicked notion of doing something impossible to do any other time. To climb into bed while cum gently oozed out of my pussy as I slept. So I pulled the plug, if you know what I mean, and slid into bed. God! It felt so wicked, so intensely erotic, laying in bed next to you with Roger’s cum slowly seeping between my legs and onto the bed.

“The thought, the very idea that I was cuddled up to my sleeping husband while my belly was engorged with another man’s cum. It was so kinky I shivered in delight.

“My original plan was to wait until morning while you were in the shower, then I would quickly clean up and change the sheets.”

But what she hadn’t considered was that I might wake up and want to mess around before she could follow that plan.

“I almost had a heart attack when you suddenly rolled over. Before I had a chance to jump into the shower, that little voice spoke up again, calmly telling me to just lay still. My heart was pounding, but I didn’t move. And just like that, fear turned into curiosity. The devil in me wanted to see the look on your face when you discovered I had been with another man.

“Except, no sooner had you stuck your fingers into my used and cummy cunt that fear returned, and I began cursing that voice. I was scared. Scared to death. I was sure you’d figure out right away what I’d done. I was afraid you’d freak out then throw me out. Even want a divorce.”

Hearing my wife say that word shook me to my core. However, before I could form a response, she became defensive. “But really, it’s your own fault. You’ve been bugging me for so damned long to take a lover! This little voice told me, ‘wait and see how long it takes him to realize that I finally did what he wanted.’ My fears were pushed aside. It was more stimulating waiting to see how you’d react when you realized what was coating your fingers.”

To this, I had a response. “Of course, I noticed your pussy was much wetter than usual. But since you’ve always been so firmly against fucking another man, it never occurred to me that you’d had a sudden turnabout on your position about it.”

This made Marie beam at having fooled me. “I felt so dirty and slutty, and so sexually alive. I’m glad I listened to that voice. My heart was racing knowing that your fingers were being coated with spunk as you played in my gooey snatch. And the longer you did that without catching on, the more I loved it. And even then, you still failed to figure it out.

Marie’s tone had become increasingly snarky. “Then you slid your head under the covers. It was a kind of automatic reflex to stop you from what I knew you were headed to do. But almost as quickly, the thought of your unsuspecting tongue being coated with Roger’s double shot of cream was just too indecent to pass up.”

Her every put down of my powers of deduction just made my dick get stiffer. Again, I climbed on top of her wanting to make love to my wife for hours. Sliding my dick into her was effortless. But being so aroused, all too soon and very few strokes, I shot my load.

Of course, that meant there was only one thing left to do. Go down on her and bring her to orgasm with my tongue. Once again, I was sucking spunk out of my sweet Marie.

That was a few months ago. And even then, I could see myself getting used to this.

Anyway, the very next day, the woman I married, the Marie who had seemingly vanished seven years ago, was back with a renewed and recharged sex drive.

We were acting like newlyweds all over again–newlyweds with a seven-year-old in tow. While showing our affection for each other had never ceased, there was a resurgent desire for holding hands, hugging, and kissing. Professing our love and devotion for each other and our family also returned to earlier levels.

During the daytime, when not at work or school, whenever our daughter was within earshot, “family time” remained relatively unchanged.

Seven years ago, while cradling our newborn daughter, this proud poppa was giddy with joy. Looking at my tired but delighted wife, then back to the bundle in my arms, there was no doubt who the mother of this little munchkin was. The facial similarities were unmistakable. Only, with her round bald head, I was instantly reminded of the Austin Powers movies.

My wife had given birth to her very own mini-me, or as I called her, “Mini-Marie.”

I digress. Anyway, no sooner was Mini-Marie (Megan) in bed, then so were we. We were now spending more time in bed making love than we had in years. And now Marie had all-new details to add to her collection about having raunchy sex with someone other than me. And I loved every bit of how doing it with “real men” was better than with me.

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