Steve Golden - The Spunky Wife

A thick jet of cum shot up from his cock and got caught on her left eyelash. It slopped and drooled over her cheek and off her jaw. But most of it hung from her eye like some gross elastic tear. She winced and clenched shut both eyes, but continued to jerk him off. She held her mouth open, in case he wanted to shoot any more in there.

Another jet of cum shot over the bridge of her nose and along one eyebrow before curling down her temple. Its tail slithered down the side of her nose and down to the corner of her mouth. Her tongue scooped up some of the goo and she smacked her lips. Her mouth was still drooling cum.

"All over my face! I love hot cum! Shoot your gooey spunk all over my cocksucking face!"

Another fat jet shot free and sprang into her right eye. It hung off her lashes in two places, then joined together above her cheek. The jism rolled down her face like syrup. It glistened in pearly drops on her flawless skin.

Finally his cock was drained, and Bonnie grinned up at Henderson with her spunk-drenched lips while she continued to squeeze his cock. She gave it a lick or two, then shoved the prickhead in her mouth and sucked it clean. She spat it out and began rubbing it harshly into her face, smearing his cum across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her eyes, everywhere she could. She was giving herself a facial with cum. Her eyes were clogged, and she couldn't see a thing, but she didn't seem to mind.

"I love cum! Remember I said I'd like to take a bath in it?"

She smeared his prickhead across her mouth and licked up all the cum.

Rodney could take no more. He sagged against the wall, his cock stiff but his body limp. Then he moved along the hall and down the stairs quickly. He stumbled out to his car and began driving, not knowing or caring where he was going.

He pulled over once or twice and just sat behind the wheel. Then he drove some more, his mind turning over and over again what he'd just witnessed. None of it made any sense to him. It was as though his whole world was turned upside down.

He lost all track of time. He remembered vaguely stopping off for a drink in some bar at one point. But eventually he pulled back into his driveway and made his way back into the house.

The place was quiet now. There were no voices coming from upstairs. Bonnie was nowhere to be seen. He climbed the stairs quietly and peered into the bedroom again. It wouldn't have surprised him to see Henderson lying alongside her still, in the rumpled, cum-soiled bed. But his boss wasn't there. Bonnie was alone. She was still naked but for her lewd garter belt and stockings. She was lying on her belly, sleeping peacefully.

Rodney moved close to the bed and stared down at her. She looked so young and beautiful. His heart ached. He remembered how happy he'd been for these first six weeks of their marriage. How proud he'd been to have such a stunning young beauty as his wife. Life seemed so perfect. He had a happy marriage, a fine house, a promising career. And now this.

He stared down at Bonnie's crotch. Her legs were spread wide and her black garters stretched taut along both thighs. There was dried cum on the backs of her legs and on the stockings themselves. There was more dried spunk smeared across the small of her back. Jizz still oozed from her cunt in gooey strings. And from her asshole in thick silver slugs.

He looked at her face. There were dried cum stains all over her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. Her eyelashes seemed to be still matted together with white jism. He could see a long string of cum still hanging in her blonde hair. There were gobs of spunk smeared all over her half-open lips.

Rodney's heart pounded. If he'd just come home for the first time and found her like this, he'd have been sure she'd been raped by two or three men. There seemed too much cum for just one man. But there had only been one. Mr. Henderson. His boss had left his lovely wife like this, smeared and oozing with cum, soiled from head to thigh.

But Henderson hadn't raped Bonnie. He'd had her full co-operation as he fucked her cunt, her ass, her tits and her mouth. She'd begged and pleaded with him to do dirty, dirty things to her. No, he couldn't be mad at Henderson. His boss had just known an easy fuck when he met one and he'd taken advantage of the situation. Only one person was responsible for the spunky mess on the bed.

Rodney leaned down and poked Bonnie gently in the ribs.

"Mmmmm? Oh, Rodney, darling! What time is it?" she asked, staring up at him. "I must have fallen asleep! I was so tired!"

"Tired, were you?" Rodney sneered. "And why would that be, do you suppose?"

Bonnie wasn't fully awake yet. She gazed around dumbly, trying to collect her thoughts.

Then she lay her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes again. She felt truly exhausted, as if she could sleep for a week. It took her quite some time to remember what had happened.

"Could it be that you were fucking and sucking all afternoon? Is that why you're so exhausted?" Rodney asked. There was a tone to his voice that he'd never used before with Bonnie. It was harsh and cruel.

"Don't be silly! You know I'd never be unfaithful to you, Rodney!"

"Oh no? You must think I'm fucking stupid! What the fuck is this, bitch? Is this some special lotion you've started using before you go to bed?" He had dipped his hand down between her legs and scooped up a fingerful of cum. He smeared it off along her cheek.

Bonnie didn't say anything. Suddenly she was wide awake. She was staring up at him with wide eyes, her mouth half-open. She breathed deeply. Her hand caught at the sheet and tried to pull it up over her body. But he snatched it from her and flung it away, leaving her completely exposed and naked. He hooked a finger under one of her garters and let it snap back harshly against her thigh. It made a slapping sound on her smooth skin.

"And is this what you're wearing for your afternoon naps now? You dressing up like a fucking whore for your snoozes? Turn over all the way!"

For a second, Bonnie didn't move. But the sound of his voice made her think twice. She did as she was told, rolling over onto her back. She watched him take in every inch of her body, from her cum-streaked tits to her oozing, bald crotch. Her heart pounded softly in her chest.

"You shaved your cunt! Why the fuck did you do that? Are you some kind of fucking pervert, or what?"

He was staring down at her now with real disgust in his eyes.

"He has staying power, I'll say that for the old bastard I How long did it take him to spray this much cum all over you?"

"You know? You know who was with me?"

"I saw you, you stupid cunt! I came home early and saw you sucking his cock! I heard you begging to lick and suck his asshole."

Bonnie flushed. There was a new look of interest in her eyes as she gazed up at Rodney. She wondered vaguely why he hadn't said something. Why he hadn't ranted and raved when he found Mr. Henderson in bed with her.

"What are you going to do?" she asked softly. "You going to kick me out or what? Just tell me."

"I don't know! I don't know what I'm going to do with you in the long run! But I know what I'm going to do right now!"

To Bonnie's amazement, Rodney began undressing. And as he slipped out of his pants and shorts, she was surprised at how big and stiff his cock was. She studied him carefully as he climbed on the bed between her legs. She let him nudge her thighs apart and stick his cock into her cunt. It slid in easily through all the cum and slime.

"One more load of cum won't make any difference at this stage, will it?" he asked. "You don't mind if I mix my cum with all the rest?"

He began to stroke in and out of her, fucking her with slow, measured pumps. Though his cock was much smaller than Mr. Henderson's, it seemed to fill her adequately.