One of my many fantasies, in theory the easiest to fulfil, was to suck my own spunk from my wife's cunt after having filled it.  Somehow, after my climax, it did not seem like such a good idea.

Is it something to do with the curse of all men, the desire for sleep immediately after ejaculation?  Possibly, but when I'm feeling horny, I can usually fuck her again after just a few minutes, but the desire to drink my own spunk has gone.

I had no problem kissing her after she had sucked me off, knowing that her mouth would taste of me, but from her cunt, which I love to suck?  No.  She had no such hangups, she would happily suck my cock clean after I had fucked her.  What was the matter with me?

My ‘cure’, came in a most unexpected manner.  Another fantasy, was to watch her being fucked by another man.  Bareback.  Then enjoying sloppies.  It took years to persuade her to let that happen, and that was a happy accident.  We bumped into one of her ex's.  Things were very awkward at first, both were embarrassed, but I  had a rare moment of genius, this good looking man and I had something in common, we had both fucked, sucked and been sucked by the lovely woman who was now my wife, Jean.  Why not renew that acquaintance.

I invited him and his wife to join us for dinner.

“I'm divorced.”

He said.

“Girl friend then?”

“No, not for a long time.”

Perfect.

“Just we three then.”

I could sense my wife squirming at the idea, but describing what she and he, and others, had got up to in her wild days, was a huge turn on for both of us, why should she be so coy now?  Back home, she tore into me, accusing me of deliberately embarrassing her.  I explained what I had in mind.  We had talked about it often enough, admittedly in bed as foreplay, this was our chance to make the fantasy real, and with somebody who knew the way.  He’d been there.

“Not a chance,” she said.  “Its not going to happen.”

By the closer we got to the day, the more she came round to the idea.   But, she insisted, the final decision would be hers alone.  That night, I stoked the fire.  I had her worked up to the point where she was begging me for it.  Poised above her, ready for entry, I said;

“Imagine that Tony, has just filled you with his spunk, now I'm going to add mine.”

She came as I entered.  She was ready.

For the reunion dinner, she wore underwear that I had chosen, the type that would give a skeleton a boner.  Sheer silk, see through.  Including a suspender belt supporting black silk stockings.  A simple wrap over dress covered it.  Stilletto-heeled shoes completed the ; ‘Come up and fuck me sometime.’ look.  The poor sod had no idea what he was about to be hit with.  The food was pre-cooked, all we had to do was plate it, and open wine, of which there was plenty.

After an awkward start, things went well, he couldnt keep his eyes off her, he would not need much convincing.  Wine flowed, anecdotes were exchanged, the subject turned to sex.  Tony said;

“Do you remember that time week we spent in the lake district?”

“I'm unlikely to ever forget, we fucked on the summit of every hill over 3000 feet, and several others.”

It's a good job he had no food in his mouth.  He looked at me, bewildered.  She said;

“It’s okay, we have no secrets from each other.”

I knew then that the Rubicon had been crossed.

I said that I would clear away and left them alone on the sofa.  I could see it from the kitchen, things were warming up nicely.  She was pressed against him, her skirt had ridden up revealing stocking tops, suspenders pointing the way to paradise.  One arm was round his neck, her hand was on his thigh, there was a prominent bulge in his trousers.

I rejoined them.  He tried to pull away,  caught in the act.  She pulled him back and placed her hand on the bulge.  He looked up at me.

“Don't mind me,” I said.  “I like to watch.”

She pulled the tie of the dress open, revealing her tits, barely concealed by the skimpy bra.  She took his hand and placed it on a tit, then fumbled for his zipper and fished out his cock.  She kissed him, a long, deep, lovers kiss.  For the first time  I felt a tiny pang of  jealousy, she was enjoying this too much.  But why shouldn't she?  Selfishly, I had engineered this for my own enjoyment, but she was entitled to hers.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted the tit from its restraint.  The nipple was as stiff as my cock.  And his.  The kiss ended.

“I want you,” she growled.  “I want your cock, I want it inside me.”

I coughed and said;

“Shall we take this upstairs?”

Leaving the dress on the sofa, and with one tit banging out, she led the way, he followed, holding his pants up.  I brought up the rear, carrying a fresh bottle of sparkling white and three glasses.  In the bedroom, she tore at his shirt, buttons popping.  She reached behind and undid the bra, he pulled it away.  All the time, their mouths were locked together.

His trousers were around his ankles, but his pants, briefs, were caught on his hips.  Jean knelt and pulled them down, his cock was, not enormous, but certainly bigger than mine  helped no doubt, by the fact that he had no pubic hair.  Jean put her hand around his shaft and pulled the hood back all the way, revealing the shining purple glans.  A bead of pre-cum decorated the tip.  Jean licked it off before enclosing the entire head with her lips.

He looked across at me, I gave him a thumbs-up.  I had stripped off completely and was wanking gently as I watched in awe.  Jean devoured Tony's cock.  Not surprisingly, he had to stop her.  He gently disconnected and lifted her upright, kissed her and said;

“Your turn.”

Jean climbed onto the bed and lay on her back.  Tony removed the tangle of clothing from his ankles, along with his shoes.  He joined her on the bed, leaning over to kiss her again, his hand fondling a tit.  I moved closer for a better view, never before had I seen live sex, and one of the performers was my wife.  My cock was still rigid, but I had stopped wanking, I didn't want to lose it.  I knelt down at the edge of the bed, pressing my cock against the edge.

Tonys mouth was now alternating between kissing her mouth and her tits, sucking her stiff nipples.  His hand moved down her belly towards her treasure, still hidden by the skimpy knickers.  His hand pushed inside.  Through the almost transparent fabric, I could see his fingers moving.

He pulled the hand out and smeared her juice onto and around her nipples, then he licked it off.  I do this, she loves it.  Know I knew why.  He raised himself and knelt at her feet.  She raised her backside off the bed and allowed him to peel off the sodden knickers.  She let her legs fall open, knees raised, offering herself.

The  engorged lips of her cunt, wet with her juice, gaped apart.  He lowered his face to her and licked her clean, then placed his open mouth over the gape.  She cried out.  I could visualise his tongue drilling into her as his lips sucked hers.

She came quickly, gasping, her body jerking as the waves of pleasure rippled through her.  He leaned back, she was ready, he was ready.  She used both hands to guide his swollen tip to her entrance and groaned as he entered her up to his balls in a single smooth, slow thrust.

He supported his weight on his arms and fucked her with long deep strokes.  From my vantage point, I could see every stroke, his long, thick cock emerging wetly from her depths, then buried out of sight.  This took voyeurism to new levels, I had seen close-up fucking on porn, I had stumbled on couples fucking in cars, in the woods, in fields, and felt my cock stir.  This was not only close-up, it was personal, the cunt being pounded so skilfully was that of the woman I loved.

Then there were the sounds of sex, the squelch of cock and cunt against each other, the small cries from Jean as he buried himself inside her;

“Oh, oh, oh, oh…”

And the smells.  I could smell Jean's arousal when we had sex, but this was different, a contribution from him.

He accelerated his strokes, the coupling became more frantic as he pounded to his climax.  He roared when it came, a powerful volley of spunk bullets firing deep inside her cunt.  Jean had another little come as she sensed it flooding her.  Again there was a little pang of jealousy, she rarely came when I was fucking her.  Or perhaps she did and I was too obsessed with my own pleasure to notice?

I was sorry it was over, I was enjoying it.  But I was also glad. It was my turn now, I had been humping the bed, another minute and I would have impregnated the mattress, giving it lots of little pillows.

I stood.  They seemed surprised by my presence, the ghost at the feast.  Tony reluctantly withdrew, his still erect cock dripping.  Jean stayed put, legs apart, cunt gaping.  Her body like a bowl, containing just one cherry, I was about to taste that cherry.

Taste?  Where did that come from?  An idea rapidly formed.  Tony’s cum was leaking out, like a fat, creamy Caterpillar coming from her cunt, crossing slowly over her bridge and feeding on her arsehole.  There was the eating notion again.  I was not suffering from post-coital reticence, I was as horny as a goat.  Leaking from Jean was a snack ready for eating. 

As much as I wanted to experience pushing my cock into a cunt filled with another man's warm spunk, I had an irresistable urge to lick it all up.  I moved closer, the scent of it drawing me.  I licked from arsehole to clit, scooping up the creamy cocktail.

Jean squealed in surprise, she had been expecting more cock, but she didn't stop me.  The taste was all her, any contribution from him swamped by her familiar flavour.  But the texture was all his.  I can't describe it, slimey yes, perhaps like a raw egg, disgusting really, but I was loving it.  I licked her clean.  She came again.  Now I would fuck her.

I lasted nowhere near as long as Tony had, I was too stoked.  But the load that I pumped into her must have been a record.  I rolled away, panting.  Tony said;

“That was the most erotic thing that I have ever witnessed…”

Jean interrupted, saying

“Stop talking and fuck me again, I want more.”

So he had the pleasure of sloppy seconds, not me.  But when he had finished, I was ready again.  Sloppy thirds?  The feeling of sliding into a spunk-lubricated cunt cannot be described, you will just have to try it for yourself.  This time I lasted longer.  When I withdrew  Jean's cunt was awash with spunk.  Lovely.

There being no takers for the tasty snack on offer, Jean cleaned herself up with tissues.  I opened the wine and we sat naked, rather self-consciously, sipping the cool refreshing wine.  Jean asked Tony about his hairless equipment.  She had a neatly trimmed triangle, I was fully furred.  It was his ex-wifes idea, she was a baldly.  He agreed to try it, liked it, and regularly went with her for laser removal.  When they split up, he went by himself. 

“Who does it for you?”

Asked Jean.  He gave us the name of the establishment.  She said;

“I meant who, is it a man or a woman?”

“A woman.”

“Attractive?”

“Very.”

“Dont you get… aroused?”

“I do.”

“And?”

“The only thing available is a wank, it costs extra.”

“But you pay up?”

“I do.  I am a single man, it's a better option than doing it myself.”

The object under discussion, was fully erect, as was my smaller, hairy-er equivalent.  It was obvious from Jean's perky nipples, that she too was ready for more?  Two hard-ons and one, what?  Wide-on?  A wet wide-on.  We took turns to fuck her one more time, this time doggy-style, at her request.  Tony went first, for the second time that day, I got to enjoy sloppies.

Tony declared himself spent, I called for a taxi while he dressed and we said goodnight.

There was just one repeat, a few weeks later.  More of same, but not quite.  Jean and I had both gone hairless.  Again it started with dinner, this time in the full knowledge of what was for dessert.  This time I went first, lubing up my wife for Tony's pleasure.  I sucked her clean.

Jean looked at me, needy for more.  Tony suggested a variation.  He lay on his back, Jean mounted him in the sixty-nine position.  She sucked his cock as I fucked her again.  Tony's face was directly under the cock in cunt action.  As soon as I spunked her, I pulled out and Tony sucked my cum, still warm and fresh, from her cunt.  He came into her suctioning mouth, she swallowed his offering.

We finished in doggy again, this time with Tony making the final delivery.  Only then did Tony announce that he had accepted an overseas posting, which he had applied for long before our first ‘party'.

We were disappointed, but he had allowed me to make real several fantasies:  Seeing my wife fucked by another man, sloppy seconds and eating cum from a filled cunt.  The fact that it was his and not mine went part way to fulfilling another, sucking someones cock.  Surely the biggest taboo with that, is swallowing the cum.  I had done that, but not from his cock.

Jean too, admitted that he had satisfied some of her secret fantasies:  Being repeatedly fucked by several men, although she didn't consider two as several, she wants more.  And being spit roasted.

It enabled me to overcome my reticence about eating my own creampie, I now do it often.  Not just from her cunt, but lick it off her tits or wherever I have splashed it.  I like it, she loves it.

And that I'm afraid, is the end of the story.  There is no part two.  Not yet.

But I too want more.  But we are both fussy about who we choose to move on with, so we know that it will not be easy.  Jean wants her gang bang, she wants to experience double, or perhaps triple penetration.  She wants to have sex with a woman, to eat my cum, and that of others, from a woman's cunt.

As for me, of course I want to fuck other women and suck my spunk from them.  I want to suck the spunk of other men from other cunts.  I want to suck a cock, I want to be buggered.  By a real cock, not a dildo.  Done that.

But we are in no hurry.  Our experiences with Tony have brought us closer.  We fuck more often than ever before, we make time for it.  We fuck and suck in as many places and situations as we can.  The group thing will eventually happen.  You can't put a genie back in the bottle.