1. Jazz Swinging Pt. 02


    Date: 11/2/2023, Categories: Loving Wives, Author: byPunkinHaid 

    ... again, I turned to glare directly into the camera's eye, slashed my tongue over my puffy lips like a she-wolf in heat, and grunted out a blow-by-blow (a-HEM!) account of my orgasm-in-progress. Meanwhile, Mike started to ejaculate again, so I leaned over sideways to catch his copious cum-load in my mouth, sticking out my tongue to proudly display the hard-won prize thereon for my online audience before swallowing it all down in close-up for the video record.

Mike flopped back down in his ringside seat, working the phone to upload Episode Two of Christiana's Big Slutwife Adventure. Just as I felt the final waves of orgasmic bliss subside, New Stud began pumping another warm, gooey cum-wad into me, a welcome development I egged on by milking his big cock with my pussy as Mike had assured him I would earlier, casting out his earlier skepticism of Christiana's Magick Pussy and leaving him a True Believer for life. When he'd finished enjoying my ever-ready body, I snatched the phone from Mike and surfed over to our first fuck-vid to check the stats, thrilled to learn that I was at that very moment, even as a brand-new lover's cum was oozing down my thighs, being virtually ravished by no less than 378 Slutwife Christiana-streaming horndogs!

Not to brag on myself too obnoxiously or anything, but really now: has there ever BEEN a more disgraceful, depraved little cumslut than I am? Hell no, of course there hasn't!

I laid down on my side in the middle of the bed beside New ...
    ... Stud as my freshly-recucked husband climbed aboard to nuzzle, fondle, and caress my sweaty body from behind, while my nameless stallion roughly squeezed my boobs, fingered my pussy, and kissed my mouth. Once again, I was the meat in a satisfying Manwich, and I couldn't possibly have been more happy about it, or prouder of my naughty, naughty self. I rolled onto my back, spread my legs wide, and just let my two lovers have at me any way they wanted, reveling in the reclamation of my crown as undisputed reigning Queen of Cock, Cum, and multi-man Outlaw Sex.

The wild, wonderful night carried on from there, me getting barely dressed and returning to the bar to select my next, um, cumquest--lather, rinse, repeat, again and again. By the time the female Master of the Revels was at last worn out from her arduous exploits and the group-sex party was brought to a successful conclusion, I had "entertained" a grand total of fourteen random men in that big bed--including, last of all, the cock-y bartender who had caught wise to my nefarious plans and winked so cheekily at me a few hours earlier. I made damned sure he got himself the fuck of his life from me, every minute of our coupling, canoodling, and connubial cavorting captured on phone-cam vid and uploaded alongside the others for public delectation.

The strangest, most unexpected after-effect of the whole erotic outing? For some reason, I've developed quite a fondness for jazz music nowadays--so much so, in fact, that it's just ...
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