Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Dirty Dozen

... slightly bony mounds of her athletic buttocks, my eyes fixed on the pools of semen lying on her soft skin. Eventually and inevitably I dipped my fingers into the gooey mess, rubbing it between my fingertips before raising them to my face. I sniffed then licked Steve’s thick, seed from my hand, savouring the taste. Something was different! I scooped up another pool, sniffed and licked it, running it around my mouth. And then I realised that, having been in a condom, there were none of my wife’s juices mixed in with her lover’s seed. The strong, slightly acrid secretions from my orgasming wife were missing, and how badly I wanted to smell and taste them. A strange feeling of disappointment passed through me, but I bent over anyway, kissed her back and bottom and lapped up the few reaming puddles of semen from her back and cheeks. There wasn’t very much; Steve must have ejaculated at least once before taking Alice’s last virginity; I knew from experience how much semen he would usually leave in my sweet wife’s vagina and wished there was more to see now. I imagined Julie downstairs, taking Steve’s first huge ejaculation in her vagina before being inseminated multiple times by her new young lover Mitch. Now that the noises downstairs had stopped, was she lying there imagining all that sperm wriggling inside her though search for a fertile womb would be fruitless? “Was it.. ok… for you?” Alice’s sleepy voice broke my reverie. “It was amazing; YOU were amazing,” I smiled, leaning ...

... over to kiss her on the lips. “You taste of Steve,” she smiled sheepishly. I kissed her again. “Do you need anything?” I asked softly, stroking her sweet face. “Just sleep!” I gently raised her hips and slipped the pillows out from underneath. She sank to the bed, the cleft between her buttocks closing, depriving me of the sight of her battered anus. It was probably best that way. I stripped off my clothes, retrieved the duvet from its chair next to the wall and climbed naked onto the bed, pulling it over the pair of us. My wife snuggled up to me, her blonde hair in my face. I inhaled her sweet scent, a wonderful, intoxicating mixture of perfume, shampoo and recent sex. I held her trembling body in my arms and hugged her close, listening to her breathing growing deeper and slower until she fell asleep in my arms. The candles flickered but I let them burn; I was not going to leave my lovely, sweet wife alone now, not after all she had been through and clearly enjoyed that night. I lay quietly listening to the sounds of mating; Steve and Carmen’s apparently passionate copulation coming from the room next door and from downstairs where Mitch had apparently rested enough to do an even more comprehensive job on Julie than he had on Alice. God alone knew how many times he had fucked that poor, pregnant girl, with and without her cuckold husband present. What would she be like in the morning? What an evening! I thought, my head spinning. In a single dinner party, Carmen had arranged ...