Wandering Wives, Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Never in my life has the clock moved as slowly as it did in that short span of three days. Sherry had casually told me about a get-together of some of her friends from work, and that it would happen Wednesday night. Since I had expected such an announcement, I was prepared to respond casually, and did so. I drove to work Monday morning, rehearsing over and over what I wanted to happen when she returned home from the "get-together" Wednesday night. As I visualized what I hoped would result, my cock was at full staff all the time. Fortunately we were in the cold part of the year then, so my coat helped to hide my arousal as I walked through the lobby of my office building.

Despite the best efforts of the clock and calendar, Wednesday evening finally did arrive. As I ate the dinner she'd prepared and set out for me, Sherry bathed and prepared herself for her meeting. It gave me a special thrill to know she was getting ready for her lover, and I longed to kneel beside the bathtub and wash and rinse her lovely body as my contribution to her upcoming enjoyment. Since it was not my usual practice to do that sort of thing, I forced myself to stay in the kitchen.

Finally she said good-bye and walked down the hallway to the garage door. I broke my rule by following her to the door, and then hugging her fiercely as I said good-bye. She just smiled and made some comment about how much more romantic I had been lately, and then left. My cock was rock hard then, and I was sure it would remain that way for the rest of the night. I had resolved to not masturbate while waiting for her, so that my excitement would be at fever pitch when she returned. I was sure nothing extra would be necessary to help me carry out my plan, but a little abstinence certainly wouldn't hurt.

The rest of the evening was spent watching television and reading, although I can't tell you what programs were on TV, or what I had read. Everything is a complete blank up until the time I got ready for bed, and then lay there waiting for her return. Everything, that is, but the images that raced through my mind. You know what I mean, I'm sure. The ones where she sucked and fucked another man's oversize cock, and then joined him in orgasm as he pumped her full of quarts of his cum. Over and over I heard her say, "I've got to get home now before all your cum runs out. My husband is probably waiting for his snack." Indeed that's exactly what I was doing, and I fervently wished that's what was happening right then.

At about 1:00 in the morning, I heard the door softly close, and knew she had come home. I was usually fast asleep when she returned from her Wednesday forays, and tried with all my might to give the impression of being that way then. I struggled to even and slow my breathing, and to lie still. My whole body was still, except for my traitorous cock. It was raging in my undershorts (which is the only thing I slept in), and I was afraid Sherry would hear it thumping against the sheets.

As I lay quietly there, she entered the bedroom. A few seconds later I heard the sound of her clothes falling to the floor, and then closed my eyes tightly so they wouldn't shine in any stray light from the nightlight in the hallway. I felt the covers being drawn back, and then her weight settle onto the mattress. She very carefully lay down and drew the covers over her, and by then I could restrain myself no longer. I mumbled something in my very best imitation of a sleepy voice, and then moved up against her.

She was lying on her side, facing away from me. As I snuggled close to her, I could tell she was completely nude. That part was different, since she usually slept in her panties. Neither of us said anything, but I could tell by the tenseness in her body that she was completely awake. Finally I draped my arm over her shoulder and rested my hand on her breast.

Her nipple was already erect when my fingers touched it, and that alone told me she was excited about something. It was always odd to me that her nipples were very slow to erect, because I had thought that effect was one of the first of a woman's arousal. However, since it was already turgid, I was sure that she had been doing something more exciting this night than attending a meeting of her co-workers.

My hand lightly stroked her nipple for a time, and then I decided it was time to pretend that I was coming awake. I nuzzled her neck and mumbled something about how good she smelled, and how very desirable she was to me. She could feel my erection against her backside as she lay there, so knew I was aroused. Finally she must have decided it was time to give me some encouragement, and turned to her back

That was all the invitation I needed to move my mouth to her breasts, and to kiss and suckle her erect nipples. Her sighs were confirmation that she was enjoying my attentions, and I redoubled them. After what seemed like an eternity, I knew it was now or never for my plan, and I began to slowly move my kisses down her body.

If I had ever had any doubts about it being her in the photos and video, they were erased then. Her body was simply bathed in the scents of lovemaking. Never before had I smelled another man's fresh cum on my wife, but I knew I was smelling it now. Her own scent is entirely different, and mine is slightly different, than what was wafting in my nose then.

I had by that time reached her lovely belly button, and I spent a few moments tonguing it. As I began to move my head even lower, she placed her hand on it and asked softly, "Are you sure you want to do that?" In answer, I begged, "Please." That seemed to satisfy her, and she then moved her hand slightly and began gently pushing my head lower. The fact that she didn't say another word, but used that simple gesture to indicate she wanted me to do it as much as I wanted to do it, made that moment highly erotic for me.

I wanted more than anything else to simply dive between her legs and lick and suck as hard as I could, but I knew I had to make this pleasurable for her also. As difficult as it was, I went slowly lower and lower, finally reaching her pubic hair. The smell of fresh cum there was almost overpowering, and I could not stop myself from licking feverishly to remove the traces from her bush.

As I finally reached her crotch with my tongue, it encountered a piece of lightweight cloth. That almost froze me in place, not so much with the shock of finding such a thing there, but with the overwhelming surge of lust it caused. You see, I knew immediately what it was, and it again confirmed my guesses, my hopes, of what she had been doing just a short time before.

Ever since the first time we had intercourse with my cock bare (she has used the pill for many years), she had complained about the unpleasant tickling caused by my cum running out of her pussy. After the first time, she had always brought a handkerchief to bed to place between her legs after sex. I had no doubt the cloth I had found there now was serving the same purpose, and took it in my fingers to remove it.

As soon as she felt the slight tugging, she whispered, "No. Not that way. If you want to do it, let's do it right. Get on your back."

My throat constricted so tightly then that I could barely breathe. I knew that she knew that I knew (if you know what I mean) what was waiting for me there, and it was that knowing, that understanding, that made that moment so much more exciting. It was my knowing that she wanted to feed me another man's semen, and her knowing that I wanted to eat it from her pussy, that erased all reticence we may have once had. I moved back up the bed then, and lay flat on my back.

In the faint light from the hallway, I saw her sit up in bed. She then straddled my head and pulled the handkerchief out of her crotch. She paused then, almost as if afraid to carry through with what so very much needed to be done. In my frenzy and lust, I reached up to her hips and pulled her delicious pussy to my mouth.

At the first tentative lick, she sighed deeply, then whispered fervently, "Yes!" She seemed to settle even more forcefully on my lips then, and began to move her crotch back and forth while I licked. And lick I did! Everything I had ever fantasized about this moment paled in comparison to the real thing. The scent, the taste, the texture of the combined juices of my wife and her lover simply cannot be described. Never in my life had I been so out of my head with lust. Never had I tried more desperately to lick up every indescribably delicious drop, to feel it on my tongue, to swallow it eagerly and send it to its rightful home in my stomach. I wanted that moment to last forever, for I was in heaven right then, and didn't want to ever leave.

Sherry had never been very vocal during our lovemaking, but she was that night. As I fed from her pussy, she said over and over things like, "Yes! Lick it up! Get every drop of it out of me! Suck it out! Swallow it! Eat it!" I'm sure it would have been impossible to increase my arousal any more, but her impassioned words seemed to have that effect on me. When finally she gave that little moan in her throat that always signals her orgasm, she said, "Oh, God! I'm going to cum! Suck his cum out of me! Get all of it, you little wimp!"

That was the trigger that began my own climax. Even though I was lying flat on my back, and not touching my cock, it began to spurt forth its own load just then. My hips bucked as my mouth sucked, to coin a phrase.

As Sherry's pussy spasmed, I thought I'd be drowned in the sheer volume of semen that was forced into my open mouth. If I had thought my previous efforts had removed all traces of her lover's cum, then I was proved wrong at that time. Again and again I swallowed, and again and again her cunt forced more of the stuff to take its place.

All good things must come to an end, and our orgasms did too. She slumped forward, carrying her weight on her outstretched arms, and gasped for breath. I tried to draw in air around her still tightly-pressed pussy. Just as I thought I was going to pass out from lack of air, she moved off me. She stretched out beside me and we hugged passionately for several minutes.

Finally she asked quietly, "Did you like that?"

My brain was racing as it tried to come to terms with what had happened, but it finally calmed enough to allow me to reply, "There're no words to describe how wonderful it was. I didn't know it was possible to get so turned on and still live. It was the best ever. Thank you."

She chuckled softly before replying, "It was good, wasn't it? Do you suppose we should do it again sometime?"

There was a pregnant moment of silence then, signifying we both knew what was being asked. Finally I hugged her even more fiercely and whispered, "We have to do it again! Something that good can't be ignored. I want to do it over and over, as much as you'll let me."

She was quiet for a long time then, seemingly gathering her resolve to ask the oh-so-important question that she had. At last she asked in a husky whisper, "Do you know what it was that you were eating?"

I was quiet also as I considered my response. I could be flippant, and destroy this moment. Or I could be truthful, hoping that it would extend this new openness between us. I said quietly, "Yes."

She said, equally quietly, "Good." After another long pause, she asked me how I could be so sure what had been in her pussy, and I replied, with no pause this time, "I know about the Wandering Wives club."

Again she said, "Good", then continued. "I'm the one who sent that e-mail to you. At least, it was me who typed your address at the main Website, and asked it to send more information. You'll never know how exciting it was for me to look in the browser history the next day and see that not only had you been to the homepage, you'd also looked at the four pictures of me. Did you know it was me sucking and fucking that man?"

I replied, "Not at first. I just picked out that thumbnail because it resembled you, and I thought it would go good with my fantasy. When I saw your kitten in that last one, it just about did me in. I think that's about the most confused I've ever been in my whole life. I was wanting it to be you lying there with his cum running out of your pussy, but at the same time I almost couldn't stand the thought of it."

She then said, "I've been trying to think of some way to get us talking about it for so long. If that letter hadn't worked, I don't know what I'd have done. I was getting pretty desperate. I'm so glad you didn't just delete it."

I said, "I'm glad too. I've had fantasies for years of you being fucked by other men, and then ordering me to clean up the mess they leave. When I saw you on that site, with his cum running out of you, I just about went out of my mind. I'm surprised I didn't try to lick the screen."

We both laughed softly at that, and lay quietly hugging each other close. I thought of another question that had occurred to me recently, and said, "Now that we're being so honest with each other, how about telling me how long you've been a member of that club."

She answered with no hesitation, "I was wondering if you'd want to know that. I joined a little over two years ago. Do you remember my friend Joan, who's the emergency room nurse? She's the one who mentioned the club to me, and said how exciting it was to fuck big cocks. Her own husband was pretty small, like you, and she said that if she hadn't found the club several years ago, she'd probably have left him. I have to admit that I know the feeling, now that I've had the comparison. There's just no way to explain how good it feels to be completely filled by a man's cock. I know yours is about average size, which makes it bigger than half the others out there, but it just can't make me feel the way a big one does. Can you understand that?"

I said that I couldn't understand it, since I had no experience with that sort of thing. What I could understand though, was her desire to find that sort of fulfillment. Even more than that, I earnestly believed it was the right thing for her to do, and had no reservations whatsoever about her enjoying other men's cocks, as long as she would make me a part of it.

She again laughed softly before saying, "Don't worry about that part. Now that I've finally seen how exciting it is to feed you another man's cum from my pussy, it's going to be a major part of your menu." We both laughed at that, and my cock, still erect even after the best orgasm of my life, seemed to grow even more. There was nothing I wanted more right then, than for one of her lovers to climb in bed with us and fill her cunt with another snack for me.

After another long kiss, she said, "You said you've had fantasies for a long time about what we did tonight. I don't feel a bit sleepy, so I want you to tell me the most extreme fantasy you've had. If you hold anything back, I'll know it, and you'll never again get to eat me."

I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was more serious than joking. There was no confusion in my mind about which of my cuckolding fantasies was the most extreme, and the most exciting to me. I thought momentarily about relating a more mild story, but seriously believed she'd know what I was doing, and fulfill her threat. The thought of never again being allowed to have my head between her legs was more than I could bear. Even though it would be embarrassing to me to reveal such an intensely personal thing, I resolved to do so with no holding back.

I began. "In my fantasy, you've taken me to a place where you're going to have sex with lots of other men while I'm forced to watch, and then lick you clean afterwards. You've warned me that if I embarrass you in any way, or fail to perform up to your expectations, you're going to punish me in a very severe way. Rather than frighten me, your words seem to make me hotter, and my little penis tries to get harder.

When we enter the house, it's filled with many naked men. All of them have monstrous erections and the biggest balls I've ever seen. I can tell they've been storing up their cum for me for a long time, and I silently pray that my stomach will be able to hold all of it.

You immediately order me to get undressed, and you do the same. As soon as we're both naked, you lead me to the center of a large room and tell me to lie on my back on the floor. I see there are four metal rings fastened to the floor at the corners of an imaginary 8' square."

"After I'm in place, the men pull my legs and arms toward the rings, then use ropes to tie my ankles and wrists to them, holding me in a spreadeagle position. You then walk over to a nearby table and lean over it backwards, with your feet still on the floor. You spread your legs as wide as you can get them, and I can see the moisture on your pussy lips. I know you're hotter than you've ever been as you think about what's going to happen this night."

"The men gather around you, leaving a gap so I can see your crotch. The first man stands between your legs and slowly pushes his cock inside you. I hear you gasp in pleasure as you feel the thing, and I know that I've never been able to give you that sort of feeling. After a few minutes, I hear that little moan you make when you cum, and your hips start to buck wildly. The man has climaxed at the same time as you, and I know that his huge balls are emptying their load deep in your pussy. Finally he pulls out, and I can see his cock is coated with juices. Your pussy is stretched from the fucking, and I can see his cum in the opening."

"You stand up and walk over to me. You straddle my head and let me look at the most lovely sight in the world. Finally, as the strings of cum start to leak out of you, you lower yourself to my mouth. I lick and suck as fast as I can, trying desperately to get every drop of his cum out of your pussy. You tell me that if I don't get every last bit, then you'll get pregnant and I'll have to raise another man's baby."

"Finally there's no more sperm to eat, and you walk back to the table. As soon as you're in position, the second man begins pounding away at you. When he finishes, I expect you to again come feed me, but you say, 'I need another load to feed him. He didn't get enough the first time.' The third man then forces his mammoth penis deep inside you and begins pumping away. I can hear the sounds his cock makes as it stirs the juices in your pussy, and then finally the little moan again."

As soon as you're able, you again stand over me. This time the cum is dripping in ropes from your gaping opening. I open my mouth as wide as possible, and you move slightly to guide the jism. When I swallow the first mouthful, you lower your pussy to my lips once again. As before, you warn me to get every drop so you don't get pregnant, and I do my best."

"You alternate lying back over the table and squatting over my face until I've eaten the loads of about half the men. At that point, you see that I'm performing more slowly, and become angry with me, and say things like, 'Your worthless little wee-wee is no good, is it? No real woman would ever allow you to fuck her with such a useless little thing. It needs to be punished for being so small, doesn't it?' You then turn around on my face so you're facing my crotch, and I know you're seeing how swollen my belly is as it tries to hold all the semen you've fed to me."

"I see one of the men hand you a whip, and then watch your arm raise it high. As I lick and suck desperately, you begin to whip my cock and balls. Finally you cum again, and it's only then that you stop whipping me. After you recover, you again go to the table, this time returning with a triple load. I look at my horribly-swollen stomach, sure that it can't hold much more, and wondering what you'll do to me if I can't perform as you order. The tip of my tiny penis is just barely visible over my mounded belly, and it's crisscrossed with red stripes from the whipping."

"Again you settle to my mouth, facing my crotch. Again I lick and suck while you whip my worthless little dick and balls. It takes me a long time to swallow the three loads, but finally you're empty once again. As I look to the group of men standing by the table, waiting for their turns with you, I see they're all still hard and their balls seem to be larger than ever. I know deep in my soul there's no way I can eat all the cum they'll put in you, and I'm ashamed of myself."

"You once again stand over me and guide the ropes of jism into my open mouth. I swallow and swallow, but know that my limit has been reached. You become very angry with me then, and hold your hand out to one of the men standing there. To my horror, he hands you a large knife, which you grip tightly. As you settle to my mouth, you say, 'The little wimp can't seem to handle cum from real men. Since he's not a real man, he doesn't need those worthless little things between his legs, does he?' Again I suck and swallow desperately, but the volume of cum in your pussy is just too much for me."

"As you sense my failure to serve you as required, you lean forward and take my worthless little nuts and tiny little penis in your left hand. You stretch them as far as possible from my body, then hold the knife blade against their base, as close as you can get it to my crotch. As you begin to cut them off me, I feel my little pee-pee spurt its last load ever."

As I finished my story, Sherry was breathing very raggedly and hugging me so tightly that I thought I'd suffocate. Finally she said hoarsely, "On your back! Now!" She practically ripped off my undershorts in her frantic haste, and then immediately straddled my crotch and lowered herself onto my erection.

For the first time in many months, my penis was once again inside her. However, her pussy was so stretched from the fucking it had received a few hours ago that I momentarily wondered if I were in her or not. She obviously had the same feeling, because she hissed, "Jesus Christ, you're small! How can you live with something like that hanging off you? It really does need to come off, doesn't it?"

I was already extremely aroused from the fantasy I had just relived, and the effect of her words was enough to put me over the edge. My jism began to spurt again, less than half an hour since it had last done so. I felt an intense burning sensation in my crotch as my overworked body complained, but far from cooling my lust, it seemed to intensify it. As I visualized Sherry slicing off my genitals, which in my fevered brain was the cause of the pain, I shot gobbets of cum into her wide-stretched pussy.

As soon as the last spasm subsided, she lifted off my dick and moved her crotch quickly to my mouth. I didn't need her order to, "Eat it, you damned pencil dick", to make my tongue and lips do their duty. Soon my throat was working overtime as it sent the slimy stuff to my stomach, there to join that of my wife's lover.

That Sherry was definitely turned on was demonstrated as I again heard her precious little moan, soon followed by her hoarse whispers of, "Oh, God! Yes! Eat it out of me! I'm going to cut off your useless little cock and balls, and you'll never cum again!" As she was saying that, her thighs were squeezing my head with intense pressure. I actually thought I'd black out, but her orgasm ended just in time to prevent that.

Again she slumped forward onto her outstretched arms, and sat there panting heavily. At last she moved off me and lay there trying to regain her composure. As one, we turned toward the other and hugged and kissed. And again, it took us several minutes to recover from the emotional outburst we had both experienced.

Just as I was beginning to think she had fallen asleep, she whispered to me, "Did that taste as good as the first load?" I had been thinking of just exactly that question, and still hadn't arrived at an answer. It was certainly different in taste, and it was certainly much less exciting to eat my own cum from her pussy that it was to eat her lover's. Finally I decided that the first load had been the best, and answered, "It was better the first time. It's probably the excitement of knowing I'm eating another man's cum from my wife's pussy that made it taste better, but that's still the way I feel."

She agreed with my assessment by saying, "It was more exciting for me too. Any man can eat his own cum from his wife, but it's extra special if it's from another man." I murmured something in agreement then, being unable to say anything more. It seemed as if an overwhelming exhaustion had spread throughout my body, and I couldn't make myself stay awake. As sleep overtook me, I heard Sherry whispering in my ear, "Thank you for telling me your fantasy. It was the hottest thing I've ever heard."

Through my sleep-fogged brain, I felt her turn over, and then heard her softly murmur, as if to herself, "He's much farther along than I'd even dared hope. I'll have him in the back room before summer comes." That was the end of any conscious thought, and I slept soundly.