Is she or isn’t she? | part 1
Black cock craving/Cuckold fantasy by Deni for ‘Samarel Eros’
He stood there, mouth open, frozen in the realization that what he was looking at had enormous implications. He was naked with his towel in his hand, after taking a rejuvenating hot shower. His eyes could not leave the tiny, filmy fabric lying there in the clothes hamper. His beloved wife’s new pink thong lay there, right on top of the rest of the clothes.
He blinked. It didn’t work; the panties were still there.
Was that really what he thought it was? It looked like a thick, creamy goo. Part of it had soaked into the part of her underwear that covered her sweet, precious opening. Did women secrete stuff like that? He knew they didn’t, but he was hoping against hope that he could find an answer besides his worst fears. He was more than willing to grasp at straws right now. Anything but that.
God, there was a lot of it.
He reached down, hand shaking, and extended one finger. God, it was still wet. Not the least bit crusty or dried. God. It had to be just before she left work. How long had she been home anyway? He could not remember. His mind was reeling.
It was lying there, with the crotch panel fully visible, like it was waiting for him to open the hamper and discover it. Discover the panties with all their wetness and profound implications. They seemed to be lying there, screaming at him: “Look at me! Look at me, you silly, trusting man! Look at me and all my goo! Guess what this stuff is? Guess where we came from? Look at us, full of his goo!”
He touched the still-soggy fabric again. His finger traced the edge of the crotch panel, thinking deeply about what this meant to them. His beautiful, sexy, beloved wife We’ve only been married for five years; oh god, I have to get her an anniversary present, he thought crazily as his eyes were riveted to the messy wetness lying there. He brought the silky, sexy panties to his nose. No question about it, he realized. Definitely cum. Definitely the ones he bought her last month in hopes of pleasing her, too. Part of a set, he remembered. Yes, there was the sheer bra that had been a part of the perfect sexy erotic lingerie set. Holding the panties in one hand, he dropped his towel and picked up the thin, flimsy bra. Bringing it to his nose, he could smell her perfume and also the distinct fresh musk of a man’s cum. Looking at the full, lush cups that had held her firm, proud globes, he could see the forming stains left from the presence of some other male’s liquids.
Or could it have been his?
Had they made love last night? He involuntarily shook his head because there was no question; they had not made love in over a week, maybe longer, he realized. With a sinking sensation, he realized he could not remember the last time they had made love.
The very thought of making love to her caused his cock to twitch and begin to fill with his love for her. Besides, he realized there was way too much cum in her panties and bra to have been his. My god, he never produced even a tenth of what was trapped there on the thin, lace-framed fabric. And this was just what had drained out; there was probably a lot still left inside her. ‘Oh GOD! Baby, what have you done?’ His mind fumed in bitter, uncertain pain.
He realized he had both her bra and panties pressed against his face, oblivious to the copious cum that was transferring onto his skin.
“Do you make a habit of smelling the crotch of my panties honey?” He turned to look at his beloved wife just as he realized his hardening cock was beginning to pulse. His face flushed in shame at his involuntary response to his discovery, but his heart felt like it had broken into a thousand pieces.
The tears running from his eyes were wetting the sheer fabric he held in his hands, held against his tear-stained cheeks. His eyes sought hers, but his tongue could not speak. His lower lip trembled, just like his cock was trembling. He vaguely realized it was so hard that it was aching.
She gracefully moved the two steps between them and put her hand on his. Slowly, she pulled it away from his wet cheeks. Her lips came gliding in slow motion toward his, and she kissed him, pressing her tongue against his lips until he allowed her lingual entrance into his mouth. The scent of sperm emanated from her mouth as she breathed so close to his flaring nostrils. She was breathing harder than she normally did. Her tongue caressed his tongue, his gums, and his teeth. She lingered there for a long time, working her magic inside his mouth. She pulled away for a brief instant, just long enough to say, “I love you, baby, more than you will ever know.”
Her hand found his rampant need, and she began to stroke it with her fingertips.
Reaching up to his hand again, she took her soiled underwear from his hand and lowered it to his cock shaft, wrapping the soil around his shaft and beginning to stroke it up and down him. He could feel the cool wetness that had been congealing there.
She passed the wet fabric under his ball sack and then back up the too rigid pain of his cock. She continued to kiss his mouth with all of the softness he desperately wanted to feel and receive from her. He needed to feel her love and her desire for him to heal his pain and close the ragged holes in his heart.
The honesty of her kiss, as she coated his sexual organs with the cum of what could only be her lover, was more than he could take. His hips began to move back and forth, thrusting his rigid shaft in and out of her encircling hand.
They both felt his approaching orgasm, his shame at his humiliation, and his desperate need to feel her absorb his cumming. She pulled away from his mouth and looked down at his thrusting cock.
Her eyes were bright and steely as she panted. Yes, baby, good baby! Cum right on my wet panties baby. Good boy! Yes, mark your territory right here in your wife’s hands.
Good boy, cum on top of the wetness there, honey. Yes! Go! CUM!!” His hips were furiously fucking her hand now, and there was no way he could stop. She watched his face as he blushed bright red at losing self-control and succumbing to her lewd coaxing. God, what was she talking about, ‘Marking his territory?’ Was she not his? Why not in her body? That was where he belonged. His reeling mind refocused his imagination, remembering being inside her. Within seconds, he began to spew his maleness onto her soft, soaked panties, held there under his cock head as she yanked up and down on his out-of-control spasming cock. He spewed powerfully—more powerfully than he could remember ever before. As he slowed, she closed her hand again around his cock shaft, stroking the renewed sogginess up and down him, milking the last of his sperm from his shaft onto the silky fabric, smiling up at him, and watching his eyes intently as his shame overcame him and he turned from her.
She guided him to their marital bed and helped him lie down. She gently covered him, kissing him as a mother tenderly kisses her son goodnight after a big game. He was asleep in seconds.
. . .
He awoke to the sibilant whispers of her as she lay on the bed next to him. Pretending to still be asleep, he listened to her soft, sexy chuckles as she giggled with what must have been a close friend. “Yes, I helped him cum onto my panties.” Then, “Oh god, did he cum hard! His face went bright red as he shot it right onto the cummies already there.” And then, yeah, baby, lots and lots of cum. They were totally soaked. I walked in just as he was smelling them. He even got some on his face as he was smelling them. “After a short pause, he almost passed out; he came so hard. I put him to bed, and he is still sleeping. ”Not tonight, honey; I am just too tired; maybe tomorrow? …………….. OK, bye. I love you too. Bye.”
She blew a kiss to the caller and lay there as he realized there was something on his head, covering his face. It felt wet.
He decided to try to wait her out—wait until she went to the bathroom or something else—before he moved. It was better that she did not know he had heard her talking. He felt like he was eavesdropping on her private conversation. Then he started to get antsy, suspecting that the caller had been her lover. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He started to fidget a bit, trying to stay still but not entirely succeeding. Finally, he heard her chuckle and then got up. He heard her walk to the doorway and clump down the stairs. He reached up and felt a soggy silkiness.
Sitting up, he pulled whatever it was off his head. Looking at it, he realized it was her cum-soaked panties. He rubbed his hand over his head and felt the globs of cum on his hair. He reached up again and felt something strange around his chest. Looking down, he realized that she had somehow snapped her bra around him, and his pecs were filling the lacy cups. Reaching behind himself, he struggled to reach the clasps there but could not. He began to struggle to get it off of him, but succeeded only in getting a cramp in his latissimus dorsi. He looked up to see her amused eyes watching him.
“The hook is in the front between the cups, baby.”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME, GOD DAMN IT?” He felt so angry at her! He struggled to calm himself.
“Come on, let’s take a shower together, honey. I will wash all that cum out of your hair, OK?” She answered calmly. She held out her hand to him as she turned toward the bathroom. Still flushed with rage, he sat there, watching her leave the room.
“Come on, honey, let’s kiss and have fun, OK? I need you to make love to me, baby, Come on in here and bathe with me.” There was an undertone of boredom in her voice that demanded his attention.
His anger collapsed, and he got out of bed. He reluctantly padded into the bathroom to see her nakedness retreating into the shower. His glance fell to her thighs, and he could see long drives of white cream running down toward her knees, partly dried. His face again flushed bright red, but this time it was from shame, not anger. Confused, he chastised himself for feeling that way. Then, irritated, he wondered why his prick had begun to rise again. By the time he was in the shower, his cock was rigid.
“MMMMMM! Wow, baby, hard again! Perfect! I need you to penetrate my body, baby. Here, bend over, and let me wash your cum-filled hair. Shhhhh! Don’t talk; you will get shampoo in your eyes, honey. Be quiet now while I wash your whole body; then you can wash mine, OK?”
And she did; she washed him from head to toe. She spent a lot of time caressing his cock and his balls as he stood there, forgetting everything except her hands and her gorgeous body. She turned him around and gently ran her hands under and between his cheeks. She caressed his bottom opening, circling it with her finger. She dipped in further and further as she wetted him deeper and deeper. She began to run her finger in and out of him, causing his cock to pulse in rhythm with her movements. Adding another finger as she penetrated him there, she caressed his cock a bit as she pleasured him. Then she added a third. He was moaning in desperate need by the time she commanded him to lean forward horizontally and support himself on his knees with his hands.
She turned her hand over and inserted her middle finger up inside him, searching for the nodule within. Finding it, she caressed it until he could stand it no more and began to expel his love cream into her cupped hand. He marveled at the quantity of it that had been encouraged this way. It was by far more than he had ever produced before. It looked much more watery than his normal love spew.
He watched her move her hand to her mouth to drink it, then lick her hand clean of it. She pulled him upright and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. She probed with her tongue until he relented and opened his mouth to her kiss. He felt the liquid wetness of his own cum enter his mouth as she pushed her tongue to force it from her own cavity into his. “Swallow it, honey; swallow it for me, baby. OK? Please baby? Do it for me, baby?” She watched him swallow tentatively. “All of it, honey. Don’t waste any of it. It is too precious to waste, baby.” He swallowed the rest as she smiled her most dazzling smile at him. “Thank you, honey. That meant so much to me. You are my hero, honey. My hero and my beloved husband. I love you more than words can say, baby.”
His knees were so wobbly that he had to sit down. He watched her wash her delectable body from a new, lower perspective. She teased him with her fingers, entering and stimulating herself. She moved the hand wand to her opening and turned it to the pulsing setting. He could see the globs of whiteness begin to run from her opening as she pulled her lips apart. The pulsing water surged into her, and the resulting backwash was filled with milky white cum globs. When he tried to caress her, she hissed, “Just watch me, baby! Watch me friggin myself to orgasm. Watch my cunt quiver as you look up inside me, baby! See my fingers fucking my cunt hole, baby? Watch me cum, of… goddd oh goddd honey goddddddddddddd! OH god here I go baby!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggggggg!”
Watching her orgasm, he felt his cock begin to harden again, but this time the ache began at his anus and continued up his cock to the very head. This erection hurts like hell! God, it was like his cock from top to bottom had been blown up too far. He remembered his first wet dream years and years before and realized that it was that same aching sensation. He began to try to grasp it and squeeze it to stop the tremendous ache, but it was no good. Groaning, he wished that, for the first time in his life, he was not hard and stiff.
Dragging themselves out of the shower, they each dried themselves, his cock waggling mercilessly in a painful erection. She held his hand as they left the bathroom, turning back to his bed. She giggled at his bounding, aching hardness. She pulled the covers up on him again, kissed him like his mother would, and then fell into bed exhausted. She had been breathing rhythmically for minutes. He lay there exhausted but unable to sleep from the grinding, merciless ache in his prick.
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