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EAT MY CREAMPIE, parts 3 - 4

  

  

Chapter 3

 

And that is how I found myself now. Naked, hard, horny and blindfolded outside of our guest bedroom and my wife saying, "Can we come in?"

 

"Yes"

 

I heard the door open and I was led into the room.

 

"OH MY God. His shaved cock looks amazing. My husband is pretty furry, so his natural smoothness along with his pubic shaving is really amazing. Wow, he's really hard."

 

My wife said, "Yea, I have been teasing the heck out of him for the past three days with no orgasms for him so he's ready to bust. But when you leave, he'll get to cum any way he wants, so not to worry."

 

By this time I had been walked to the side of the bed.

 

My wife said, "OK, he's all yours, have fun."

 

I heard my wife turn, leave and close the door.

 

"Can I just touch you for a second, your cock looks amazing, and I haven't touched another man's cock in a very long time."

 

"Sure, you just can't make me cum, and only for a second or two. You are not here for my cock, you're here for my mouth."

 

"I know that, but I do have to at least touch it."

 

I felt her hand cup my balls and then the palm run up the underside of my cock to the tip. She then lightly rubbed my pre-cum into my cock head for about 10 seconds. It felt really good and I instinctively pushed into her hand.

 

I heard the sheets being thrown back and she took my hand and guided me between her spread legs.

 

"He came a ton, and I have been holding it all in me. Are you really going to do this, I mean it is so hot! You're really going to eat me?"

 

I put my nose to her pussy. Her hand was still holding her pussy lips closed. I said,

 

"Let me tell you exactly what I'm going to do for you right now. As soon as you move your hand, I'm going to lick and suck every bit of your husbands' sperm from your freshly fucked pussy, and I bet you cum very hard and very fast when I do it. And then I'll make you cum as many other times as you like."

 

"Oh my God!" and she moved her hand away and I started licking and sucking on her and she did cum very fast and very hard, panting and making very sexy noises as she bucked and thrashed. She then relaxed for a bit as I lightly kissed and licked her pubic hair and stomach. Then she asked for more tongue, and after about 15 minutes she came again. She asked me to just lie still and hold her a bit. It took a few minutes for her to calm.

 

She decided to leave about ten minutes later. She kissed me on the lips lightly and said thanks. She said, "I can't wait to tell him how friggin' sexy that was and how hard I came. I bet I have him eating cum by next weekend."

 

"If you do, let my wife know. We would be interested. We're trying to change the world, one creampie at a time." We both laughed and she said it was a worthy goal.

 

She dressed and left the bedroom very quickly asking me to stay put until my wife comes to got me. I took off the blind fold and lay on my back so as not to stimulate my needy cock any more than necessary. I could hear the girls talking at the bottom of the steps. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone of their voices was enthusiastic. After maybe ten minutes, she said goodbye, and the front door closed. My wife yelled up the stairs, "You can come down now."

 

I did, running down the stairs knowing my bouncing cock and balls would amuse her. She laughed, they did.

 

"She had a good time and is going to make her husband do it. He's not going to get to cum again until he promises, and then he's going to have to follow through. She knows it wouldn't be easy, but she said she now has to have it."

 

"He'll learn. Once she cums on his mouth like she did just now, he wouldn't care any longer."

 

I then lead her upstairs and we made slow but very passionate love. I think she was a little turned on by the taste of another woman's pussy on my mouth. I know I was turned on by the thought of her tasting her friend on my face and mouth. She didn't say anything but she did use more tongue on my mouth and face than usual. I came very hard.

 

When we finished, she said I should rest a bit, she was going downstairs to do some chores. Before I dozed, I realized I hadn't licked my cum from her after making love. And it was OK. I was good with it. I guess having another mans cum in my stomach was enough of a mind game to satisfy that strange need.

 

Another man's load of cum in my stomach! Wow, that is a weird reality!

 

As I thought about this past week, my wife and what she was having me do, I started to get hard again. I looked down at my cock and said, "What in the world are you thinking now?"

 

  

 

Chapter 4

 

I woke up from my nap about an hour later because the phone was ringing.

 

I was a little disoriented because I don't ever nap, this morning was unusual. My wife answered on the second ring.

 

I swung my feet around and stood, naked at the side of the bed. My face was coated with dried pussy juice and cum. I had the taste of both in my mouth and I knew it wasn't from my wife, or from me. My flaccid cock was covered with the same, pussy juice and cum, but these were ours. What a morning. I was thirsty.

 

I headed downstairs, still naked and got a glass of water. My wife was still on the phone sitting at the kitchen counter. I put my arm around her and kissed the side of her head and just stood there looking at the paper and half listening in to her side of the conversation.

 

"Wow, really?" Pause.

 

"Already?" Pause

 

My wife got up and walked into the family room still talking to whoever she was talking to. I looked at the paper and poured a cup of coffee.

 

After about 10 more minutes I hear her say goodbye and she returned to the kitchen.

 

"Well there is one more cum eating husband in the county, thanks to you."

 

I looked up at her with my traditional blank look, saying nothing. I have found that to be a good tact.

 

"You want the long or short version?" She said.

 

"It's still morning, long."

 

"Well, my friend was very appreciative of your oral services this morning. She said she has never cum so fast or so hard in her life. She said your talked dirty to her, what did you say?"

 

"Before I went down on her I told her what I was going to do, lick her husbands cum from her pussy and make her cum. I don't know why I said that, I think just an effort to make her hornier."

 

"She thought it was nasty, in a good nasty way. Anyway, when she left the house and got in the car, she was very excited and her skin was still flushed. Her husband asked her how it was and she said she just went off on how great it was, how hard and fast she came, that she came twice in like 15 minutes, she went on and on. Her husband got more and more quite on the drive home. When they got home and she was still blabbing away about your shaved cock and how you must have swallowed a ton of cum, blah, blah, blah... he said, you know, you just cheated on me, in a really mean tone, like he was pissed. Well that was it for her, she just snapped.

 

She screamed at him that she hadn't cheated, that he was the one to let her down. That he had actually, physically, driven her to go meet a man neither of them knew, so this new man could satisfy her when he, her husband couldn't or wouldn't. And then she said how this unknown man had made her cum harder than her own husband ever could, or would. She apparently really got mad at him and stormed away from him and went outside to work in the garden and calm down."

 

"About 20 minutes later, he came out to apologize. She told him to buzz off. He then said, if you liked it so much, I'll do it."

 

"She yelled at him again, saying, sure, you'll do it sure you will, you know sarcastic like. He said he would, he promised he would. She snapped again, OK, then you will, and right now! She grabbed him by the crotch and put her face close to his and hissed, I'm going to take you inside, jerk you off into a glass and make you drink it, and if you chicken out, or refuse, then this is going to be much more of a problem then it is right now!"

 

And she dragged him inside by his dick, stripped him, jerked him off into a glass, put him on his knees and poured it into his mouth, and he swallowed it all!

 

She held his head to her stomach and petted him and said he was a good boy. She said she was sorry, but she was upset and she had to make him do it. She said he was almost crying.

 

"I know how he felt." I said.

 

"Yea, I have done that to you, I wasn't mad at you, but you said it was very emotional."

 

"It is, it's very emotional. It's embarrassing and it made me feel very submissive, which as you know, I liked. It's a complete surrendering of control and masculinity and all of that. It's hard to explain, but yea, it's very emotional. Especially being naked an on your knees while you are dressed and standing."

 

"My friend said she realized something very big happened between her and her husband, so she thanked him for doing what he did and then she took him up to their room and they both lay down and cuddled for a while and he fell asleep. That is when she called me."

 

"Wow that is an amazing story."

 

"Yea, she's a little confused as to what just happened."

 

"Did you explain that there had been a major power exchange, or shift, that she has put herself on a more even footing with her husband, in decision making and all of that?"

 

"Yes, I did, but I'm not sure she got it. It takes a little time to realize what and how such a simple thing as taking control, just for a while, can change a relationship for the better."

 

"Listen, when I admitted my submissiveness to you, it was such a burden raised from my shoulders, you couldn't believe. First of all, just telling you was hard, but when I did, it was invigorating. Then for you to exercise your dominance every once in a while is just plain fun. It's more actually, its cathartic for me, it's almost cleansing. It has made our marriage better I think What do you think?."

 

"Oh it defiantly has. And the kinky part, I have grown in to, so that is fun too."

 

"Yea, you have adapted to the kinky part pretty well. Like making me eat another man's cum from your friend's pussy. Two different women, in the same week for that matter, after days of teasing and denial of my orgasms, yea, you have adapted well."

 

She looked down at my rising cock.

 

"You don't seem to mind, and neither does he."

 

I looked down at him too. He could never be trusted to keep a secret, if he had a secret..

 

"She said she's going to trim his pubes down a lot and start taking a little more control overall. She's going to suggest they go out to dinner and have a romantic dinner and then she's going to make passionate love to him and have him eat his first creampie. She thinks if she cum's as hard with him as she did with you, he'll be hooked."

 

"Cool. He's submissive, at least he is now. Making her cum hard will erase any qualms he has with doing it. Hey, I'm going to get dressed and get some yard work done, you?"

 

"Inside tasks for a few hours, but I'll be out later."

 

About two hours later, I was working out back and my wife walked out into the yard on the wireless phone. She was chatting away with someone. She held up two fingers and was shaking them back and forth. I looked at her with that confused blank look of mine, I think I have it perfected, and walked towards her.

 

She held her hand over the phone so she could listen but not be heard and said, quietly, "Another cum eater is born, two in 24 hours! You may want to start a club!"

 

I just looked at her.

 

"The first girl friend, from last Monday, her husband went down on her last night after making love, and he loved it! And so did she, needless to say."

 

"Wow."

 

"I'll tell you all about it when I get off. It's a friggin' movement, the cum eating husband movement! And you started it."

 

"Well, with your help of course, I can't take all the credit."

 

She looked at me and said, "Yea, you can't, I had a lot to do with it, but you can still be president of the club, I don't mind." She laughed, turned and walked back in, talking on the phone again.

 

About 20 minutes later she came out with the rest of the story.

 

Friend number one knew that she could not be happy without a husband willing to go down on her after intercourse. She had decided that making love only in the morning and running over here when she did, probably wasn't practical. She knew she had to find a way to inform her husband about her desires. She spent the rest of the week finding articles but mostly stories on line.

 

She decided to just bite the bullet. On Friday morning she slipped three stories into her husband's briefcase along with his lunch and sent him off to work. When she hadn't heard from him by 10:00, she started to worry. By noon she was really nervous. He called on his cell at 12:15 and asked her if she wanted him to do this?.

 

She said just one word,"yes."

 

He said he had always wanted to do it, but chickened out after he came. He was also afraid to tell her, thinking she would think he was weird or gay or something. He was going to need her to make him do it.

 

She said, that was no problem, she would make him do it. She then asked why he was calling from his cell. He said he had to leave the office and sit in his car because he didn't want anyone to hear this conversation, and he had a hard on.

 

She was gaining some confidence knowing he wanted to do it and she was going to have to "make" him do it. She told him to come home as early as possible. She would cook a nice dinner, then after they would make love and he would eat his first creampie. She said he just moaned into the phone. Then she went further, telling him he was going to eat his cum a lot, and she hoped he learned to love it. He moaned again and said he would like that. She said hearing him say that made her wet.

 

And that is what they did. She had to push him onto his back and straddle his face. She said he liked her being in control the most and the cum eating part of it wasn't so bad. In fact, she asked him how it tasted, and after he got over the homophobic part of it, he said it tasted good! She is hooked and he is hooked.

 

"So in the past couple of weeks, we went from one pervert, you, to four cum eating husbands, including Rick."

 

Rick and Gail were other friends who shared some of our same interests.

 

"Next weekend, maybe we'll have a party and invite everyone over for dinner and drinks. At least we will all have something to talk about."

 

"Wow, that is a oddly intense and scary idea."

 

"In fact, I'm going to set it up for next Saturday. All the men will have to eat at least five loads over the course of the week, woman's choice. Except for the last one, that has to be a cum shot."

 

"A cum shot?"

 

"Yea, shoot into a glass and drink it down, and that last one will have to be within an hour of showing up here for dinner and drinks! How does that sound?"

 

"It sounds a little crazy, but kind of cool in a very perverse way. You're going to make two new submissive husbands by the end of the week, do you know that?. Do you think they will go for it?"

 

"OH yea, my two friends will go for it, I'm sure. I think their husbands will too if you think about it. We know one at least took his first load of sperm from a glass, on his knees, naked and he almost cried. Our other husband wanted to do it but was too scared to tell his wife. By the way, I think he should be punished for that, not being open and honest with his wife. I think I'll suggest that. And he wanted to be forced, so yea, he's another closet submissive. I bet Rick will have to swallow even more that five loads.. You better hope he doesn't because you will have to do one more than the most done by any single guy this week. And if I tell Gail that, you're in trouble. After all, you're the president of the club, you need to set an example. I'm calling all the woman now. I bet Gail starts feeding Rick within three minutes of us hanging up. You're going to have a busy week my love. Bet you're sorry you told me of your little fetish now, huh? "

 

And with that she walked back into the house and picked up the phone. I heard her say, "Hi Gail."

 

A few minutes later went into the house, she had just hung up from her first call.

 

"Honey, can we talk about this just a bit?"

 

"Of course we can." She placed the phone back in the charger.

 

"Don't you think this is a bit much?"

 

"OK, let's analyze this just a bit. We are going to have four loving couples at our home for dinner and drinks. The four wives know why they are here, the men don't necessarily, nor do they know each other. The woman will enter into a conversation about the most intimate and loving thing their husbands do for them. They will talk about how much their husbands love them, and how much they love their husbands. I think we will share some very detailed conversation about emotions about dedication, feelings of control and submissiveness and what it means to give one's self to another you love. I know there will be a period when the men are embarrassed, but I also know the wives will be proud. And the catalyst of the conversation, of the evening, is a simple, small act each man has agreed to perform for his wife, swallowing their own ejaculate. And after we share that each man just ate his own cum before arriving and still has the taste in their mouth, and that they have been eating lots of it all week, and that you ate the most of all, there will be common ground and understanding that you men are not alone. You are not odd, or perverts, or gay or whatever else runs around in your heads. That your love for your wives has been shared with other loving couples that share in a same common act, and a common love."

 

"You put that is such an amazing, loving and sharing way, I hadn't thought of it exactly like that."

 

"Thanks, I tried." She said. "And one other thing, watching all you guys trying to hid your hard dicks and knowing that you have eaten more cum in a week that any of us girls have eating in years will make for some very wet pussies and some very empowered woman. And that if for no other reason is why we should do it."

 

The phone rang and she looked at caller ID. "It's Gail, you might as well get undressed right now, I think you're going to owe me a load." She answered the phone, listened and turned to me with a smile. She covered the mouthpiece and said, "Strip."

 

As I stood naked in our kitchen, my wife hung up the phone with Gail, wife of Rick. She turned to me with a smile on her face and said, "I knew she was going to make this into a competition. Rick has eaten his first load of cum already, and she knows that you have to keep up, if not surpass by one. I think you will be having a lot of orgasms this week, a lot more than you are use to. Of course, we'll have to make up for that next week with some orgasm denial, but from now until next Saturday night, I have a feeling it's going to be a cum-a-thon."

 

It sounded OK to me, except for the fact that I was going to have to swallow every load, creampied, snowballed, spoon fed, sucked up, poured from a cup or a direct shot into my mouth. It was going to be a lot of protein that is for sure. I never should have told her of my creampie fantasy, but I had, and now, well, bottoms up, so to speak. Anyway, our lives were a little more fun for it, so it's OK.

 

As my wife slowly stroked my ever hardening penis, I looked at her and said, "Do you want me to beat Rick in this competition?"

 

"Well of course I do honey, I'm your strongest supporter."

 

"OK then, we just have to keep up. The competition runs from Saturday to Saturday is that correct?"

 

"Yea, from Saturday to Saturday, that is correct, why?"

 

"I'm one ahead already. I licked and swallowed cum from girlfriends number two’s pussy this morning, remember. So if I can just keep up with him, I'm already one ahead."

 

She stopped stroking and looked at me. "You know, I think that is a more than fair interpolation of the contest. We are talking about cum eating from Saturday to Saturday, not who's cum your eating, just how many loads, and you are one ahead. I'm willing to go with that. But I have to tell you Gail was very excited by the party and the week ahead. You are going to need to have your mojo running at full speed to keep up. Remember Rick is about 5 or 6 years younger than you, and at our age, that could make a difference."

 

"Yea, but I have a secret weapon."

 

"What's that?"

 

"You."

 

"Oh honey, you say the nicest things when you have a hard on and you know you're going to cum buckets, you're so sweet. Come here my little cum slut, let me suck that nice hard dick for you and then give you a big wet kiss."

 

She pulled me to the couch, pushed me down and back and gave me a very nice, slow sucking until I blew a gratifying load into her mouth. She then gave me a nice slow, tongue filled kiss until I had shared and then swallowed a mouthful.

 

"She smiled, put her head on my chest and said, "There's plenty more where that came from, big boy."

 

"Yes there is, slow and steady always wins the competition, slow and steady."

 

We both laughed. She squeezed my balls and said told me to get dressed and get back to my yard work. That lawn, trimming and cleaning wasn't going to happen on its own. I asked her what we were doing that evening. I was told we were drinking and goofing around with another set of friends that knew nothing of our kinkiness. They were just friends, good friends, and we were just a very loving couple to them, and to everyone we knew. Sounded good, I liked the plan, so I continued my work.

 

Sunday morning was Sunday morning, the newspaper, coffee and I made breakfast. This morning I was trashing the kitchen with home made pancakes with fresh blueberries and strawberries. I had flower everywhere, the griddle was fired up and maple syrup warming in the microwave.

 

My wife returned from the family room with the laptop in her hands. "This is going to be a marathon." She placed the laptop on the only clear corner of the countertop, opened to her email.. I read Gail's email and knew I would have to cum again this morning, probably sooner rather than later.

 

"Listen, I just want syrup and butter on my pancakes if that's OK. Can we play catch up in an hour or so?" She laughed and said sure.

 

As we ate, she explained that Rick and Gail were just playing a game of who could eat more cum, and they didn't know about the other two couples. The other two wives hadn't told each other of their husband's new skills. That Gail didn't know the other two women. So next Saturday would be a surprise for everyone but us. Of course husband number two would quickly realize he is at the same house where some unknown man went down on his wife after they made love. And no, she would not tell me their names, yet, not until we met.

 

I asked where this was heading. I wasn't comfortable with expanding our "play" with any other people, any more than I had already.

 

I was assured that was not going to happen with friend one and two. The women in general wanted to out their husbands new skills because they were proud of them, and enjoyed their new control. Because all the men were doing the same thing and all the women were experiencing a sense of power and control, they though their husbands wouldn't be too upset in a group with a common experience. Gail and Rick, they are coming over for drinks and dinner and to meet new friends.

 

The ace in the hole is that you men are all cum eaters, but you and I are the only ones who know that.

 

The rest of the week was normal, except there was at least one orgasm a day, sometimes two. I could get use to this, especially when lovemaking was involved. I crave that closeness, and my wife also thinks me going down on her after orgasm is very intimate. I have to agree, it is a sign of my devotion. Take the fetish thing out of it, it's just very personal, it's very loving, it's very sexy.

 

Saturday afternoon, and we had bought liquor and food and were preparing for our dinner guests. In idle chit chat in the kitchen, my wife told me that she had been keeping loose tabs on the two other couples. They were on target with their five orgasms each and consumption. They were saving the last cum shot as a surprise before coming over, but both were confident they could pull it off, so to speak. My wife mentioned nothing of the Cum-o-thon between Rick and I. But she did have a knowing smile, as if she had something special planned. That always worries me.

 

Gail and Rick were coming over about 45 minutes early to lend a hand, or start drinking early, whichever was easiest. No matter, we enjoyed their company and it would mean the end of our week long competition, I thought.

 

We heard their car pull up the driveway, but they didn't appear at the door. After about five minutes I was going to check on them, when they walked across our back patio and into the back door of the kitchen. Gail first, Rick following close behind. Gail held up a small plastic wine glass, and with a big smile on her face said, "Last load before the party, right here. " And she twirled the glass. "Rick just finished in the car in your driveway. How wild is that!" She looked at him lovingly. "He's really getting good at cumming on command, almost." She smiled at him again. "Here you go honey." She handed the glass to Rick, and without even a hesitation, he tilted it back and poured the sperm into his mouth. He closed his eyes, and there was a hesitation before he swallowed, but he forced it down and opened his eyes. With a big, goofy grin he said, "Nothing like a cum shot to humble a husband in front of his wife and friends." We all laughed at the ridiculousness of the comment, but Rick and I knew there was more than a little truth to it.

 

My wife walked over to the makeshift bar we had set up and picked up and handed me a small plastic wine glass. "I guess you're next. Why don't you go upstairs and catch up to Rick.. You're on the honor system, so no cheating."

 

I took the glass and headed towards the stairs.

 

Gail said, excitedly, "Wait, I want to watch, I want to watch...I trust him, but I don't trust him." She was almost bouncing up and down and clapping her hands, like a little girl getting a present.

 

My wife shook her head and almost laughed. "OK, you can watch."

 

"I want Rick to watch too, I want us both to watch."

 

Rick didn't say anything, he just stood there.

 

"It will be so much more embarrassing for him if we are both there, and I want my husband to watch, it will do him good."

 

My wife said, "OK, you can both watch, but no touching, no helping, no funny business, everyone knows what he has to do, you're both there as observers only. Like UN troops."

 

I started up the stairs with Rick and Gail following behind.

 

Once in the bedroom Gail said, "Strip."

 

I was just going to take out my penis and do it, but with two observers I knew it would be more embarrassing and more enjoyable for them if I was totally naked while they were dressed. I was starting to harden and my heart beat was picking up.

 

Gail said again, "Strip please, I want you naked." She wanted to be in charge.

 

I kicked off my shoes, pulled my polo shirt over my head and dropped my pants. Standing in just my boxers I looked at them both. Gail was obviously excited. Rick was embarrassed for both of us. I put my fingers in my waist band and pull my shorts off and stepped out of them. I was semi hard, completely shaved and totally naked. I looked at them both. They didn't make eye contact, only eye to dick contact..

 

Gail finally looked at me and said, "I love the way you guys just do what we tell you to do. No questions asked, no protest, no matter how embarrassing, you just do it. It is so fucking empowering." She looked into Rick's eyes. "It's just so empowering. You guys being shaved, you guys giving your orgasms to us, you both eating your cum, it is so empowering. We are going to stand closer." Rick was melting into sub-space.

 

They moved closer, Gail no more than a foot from the end of my cock. Rick to my left side, Gail had pulled him very close in. They were both way within my personal comfort space.

 

I could smell Gails's perfume, I was looking down onto the top of her tits. They seemed to be straining the front of her shirt. Her skin looked smooth and inviting, lipstick, her hair soft, her face to close to my face. I looked at her breasts again noticing the roundness, the shape, the firmness. I looked down between us, my naked and hard cock inches from her body. Up, her tit. Down, cock, pulsing. I breathed deeply and smelled her perfume. My cock twitched. Now, I was slipping into sub-space.

 

Gail said, "Rick, hand me the glass." It was on the bed. She held it in her right hand. She looked me right in the eyes.

 

When a man is naked and aroused, and a woman is dressed and looks you in the eye...she can see into the deepest recesses of your little brain.

 

She lingers, not saying anything for a moment, just staring, eye to eye. She never lost eye contact. "You're going to jerk off for us, now. You're going to cum for us, now. And then you're going to drink your cum for us. And do you know why you're going to do it, because your wife told you to. And we are going to witness it, witness her power over you. We are going to witness your submissiveness to your wife. And whether you like it or not, you know you have to do it. And we will enjoy your submission to her, and Rick will appreciate and learn from your submission to her, and it will reinforce his submission to me. Rick imagine if this was you naked in front of another couple, about ready to jerk off. "

 

She turned to Rick. "I should have had you do it here, in front of them, rather than in the car. I don't know what I was thinking. Well, next time I guess."

 

She looked down, held the glass about four inches from my cock head, looked up and into my eyes again, and said, 'Now beat your cock for us until you cum, I'll catch it. Oh, and when I say beat your cock, I mean beat it like it stole your car Cup your balls in your left hand and each down stroke should hammer into them. I want you to cum quickly, and I want to see some self inflicted abuse. I want to see you pound your balls, no serious damage, but they should be a part of the show too."

 

Her words pounded into my head. Yes, I had to abuse my cock and balls for her, for them. She wanted to see a cock beating, so I would give them a cock beating. I took a deep breath, reached down with my right hand and grasped my cock, I cupped my balls and pulled them up, I pushed my hips forward. The first few strokes were slow, ending with my right fist into my balls. I went much faster after that. It didn't take long but it was a good cock beating and ball beating show. I gritted my teeth and said, "I'm going to cum." I pushed my hips forward more and she positioned the glass and I shot a pretty good load. Four or five good streams of cum into the bottom of the glass. Not a drop missed or wasted.

 

Before I had a chance to fully recover, Gail held up the glass and with a powerful, stern look and a commanding voice said, "Bottoms up," and handed me the glass.

 

With no hesitation and with no real thought, I swallowed my cum in one gulp. I stood with my head down, the empty glass in my right hand, catching my breath. I was still holding my balls.

 

"Thank you." Was all she said. "Rick, let's go back and help get ready. And they left me standing there in all my post orgasmic nudity. I thought they stopped for a moment at the bedroom door to look back, I wasn't sure. My head was still down. I could see my shaved, deflating cock with a strand of cum dripping from the tip. But I didn't look up. I was momentarily exhausted. I felt humiliated. I felt so naked and so spent.

 

Gail stuck her head around the corner and said, "Nothing like a cum shot to humble a husband in front of his wife's friends." And she left.

 

I took another deep breath and slowly started to get dressed.

 

When I got back downstairs, my wife put her arms around me and said, "Gail said you did a good job. I'm proud of you, I know it's not easy doing what I ask of you ever time. But it proves to me that you love me, and I want you to know, in front of our friends, how much I love you. Why don't you tell me what you did upstairs, so I can compare their story to your story." She knows how embarrassing this will be, which is why she is doing it.

 

"We went upstairs and Gail told me to strip. She then told me how much she liked the power of telling us to do things, me and Rick. She then told me to beat my cock and pound into my balls, and I did." My wife reacted with surprise to this, but quickly recovered. "I came in a glass that she was holding and then she handing it to me and told me to drink it. I did."

 

"How did you like it, standing in front of them naked, and jerking off, without me being there?"

 

"It was really hard, and embarrassing and humiliating."

 

Do you understand why it's so important that you do what I ask of you?"

 

"Yes I do."

 

"Why"

 

"Because I need to, I need it. I just...."

 

"Yes, I know, thanks."

 

Gail and Rick just watch not saying anything, but understanding, holding hands, and then we went about doing what we needed to do to get ready. We all quietly reflected on what happened five minutes ago. How they went to my wife and told her what I had done while I was dressing. When I came downstairs, I was embarrassed and humbled as I was praised by my wife for doing what she had told me to do. It was surreal.

 

Rick and Gail went outside onto the deck to ice some beer in a cooler.

 

My wife lightly kissed my lips and whispered in my ear. "I am so wet knowing you were up there, doing that in front of them without me."

 

My heart skipped.

 

I whispered back, forcefully. "You owe me."

 

Long pause as I held her tight.

 

"Tomorrow, all day, you do what I want. I'm in charge."

 

She caught her breath. "Yes, yes, I will do that, I would like that."

 

I pulled her close and put my right hand on her butt, and whispered again, "Do you think my cock will fit up your ass?"

 

She moaned, "I don't know." There was a quiver to her voice.

 

I said, "I guess we'll have to find out."

 

I kissed her and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. She was hungry, she was feeling sexually desperate. I knew the feeling.

 

She pulled back and said, "Yea, I guess we will. Remember, slow and steady always wins."

 

"Yea, but sometime hard and deep reaches something you didn't know you had in you."

 

She looked at me and shuddered. She almost seemed scared with a reality she wasn't sharing at this moment.

 

"Then hard and deep it is, anyway you like," she flushed.

 

She turned and continued her preparation for guests.

 

I smiled.

 

We still had a long and interesting evening ahead of us.

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