Steve Golden - The Spunky Wife

"You dirty cocksucking bitch!" he howled, unable to hold himself back any longer. His ass raised up off his chair slightly as he felt as he felt his balls begin to throb.

A hot jet of cum splashed against the roof of Bonnie's mouth and slithered under her tongue and between her teeth. It felt like a huge amount of fluid, and Bonnie wondered quickly if she'd be able to take all his spunk without spilling some. She squeezed his balls with one hand and tugged on his cock with the other. She waited for the rest of his thick jizz, hoping she wouldn't gag on it.

A second huge jet blasted free, and Bonnie's checks ballooned out, as two streams of spunk trickled from the comers of her mouth. The cum drooled down her chin and then hung off her jaw in two thick strings which grew longer and longer, stretching all the time. Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow.

His cock spurted a third time, and now Ronnie was in real trouble. Her mouth was clogged to capacity with hot spunk. She gagged, coughed, and three more streams of white spunk overflowed her lips and drooled down her chin. They slopped down onto her naked tits and poured into her cleavage. Several streams joined and flowed thickly onto her belly.

"Drink it all down! Eat my cum, bitch!" he howled.

For the first time, he noticed a tiny hint of panic in her big blue eyes. She still had his cock in her mouth, and her fist still pumped it, but she was obviously wondering if she could take much more.

Suddenly his cock slipped from her mouth and her lips sagged open. A great glob of jizz sloshed over her lips and slithered down her chin. Four or five strands of cum were now dangling from her face, and they snapped and fell messily onto her tits one or two at a time. Her face looked shocked, as if she had no idea a man could shoot so much cum. She gazed stupidly down at her drenched tits and then at the head of his still-spurting cock.

Mr. Henderson's cock had tilted down from its own weight, though Bonnie still held it loosely in her hand and milked it. As she watched, another two or three strong jets of cum shot out and splashed over her tits, one of them hitting her nipple directly and then hanging there like gooey string. The spunk flowed steadily down her tits. It slithered down her belly and into her navel before disappearing into the folds of her dress.

He grabbed his cock from her finally and stuffed it back between her cum-clogged lips. But it had quit spurting now. It simply oozed the dregs of his cum onto her tongue. She could feel the thick strings of jism still drooling down her chin, tits, and belly. She felt totally spoiled with spunk.

"You're a dirty little cum-eating slut, you know that?" Henderson asked.

Bonnie smiled up at him weakly, her mouth still wrapped around his oozing prick.

There wasn't much time for polite conversation after the wild cocksucking session. Henderson had to get back to entertaining his other party guests. But he did promise to come visit Bonnie at her home the following Wednesday. That was his afternoon for golf, he said, but he could easily break the date. He would load poor Rodney down with work so that there was a no chance of him coming home early and finding his boss in bed with his sexy young wife.

"I want to get you between the sheets for two or three hours and fuck the ass off you, you little bitch," Henderson said, heading for the door.

"Mmmmmm, I'd love it!" Bonnie moaned, still on her knees in front of his chair. The cum hung in rubbery strings from her chin. Thick streams of it still spilled down her tits.

"There's a private bathroom just through that door," he said, pointing to another exit. "Why don't you head over there and clean yourself up?"

"Mmmmm, I kind of like the way I feel, all soiled and sticky with your spunk!" She grinned. "It feels like you did something really, really dirty to me!"

"Well, fuck, I did, didn't I?" he asked. "I just came in your mouth, you silly little cunt! How much dirtier could we get?"

"We'll see on Wednesday," Bonnie said. And she raised one hand up above her face. Her fingers were webbed with cum, and she tilted back her head and let the gooey stuff drip and drool down into her mouth. Her eyes were glued to his face the whole time.

"Jesus, you really love cum, don't you?"

"I adore it! I can never get enough cum! I'd like to take a bath in it!"

Suddenly he moved away from the door and opened a cabinet set against one wall. He pulled out an expensive-looking camera and came over to kneel in front of her. Then he began taking pictures, recording for all time Bonnie's spunk-splattered mouth and tits and belly. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she grinned into the lens as the cum from her fingers plopped into her mouth. She was at ease posing for his camera.

"You are one unforgettable fucking sight!" he hissed. "I should have record of this evening, just to remind me it really happened!"

"Oh, it happened all right!" Bonnie laughed and posed more as he snapped shot after shot.

He did leave eventually, and she used tissue to clean up most of the spunk before pulling her dress back up over her shoulders. Then she crept to the private bathroom he had indicated and finished the job, washing herself thoroughly and applying a fresh coat of make-up. She went back to the party and sheepishly sought out her husband. She'd been wondering if he'd even missed her. But it was obvious from his flushed face that he had.

"You were sure gone long enough," he said. "What were you talking about in there so long?"

"You knew where I was?"

"I saw you go into the library with old Henderson! I was just about to come in after you! He didn't make a pass at you, did he?"

"Don't be silly," Bonnie said, smiling. "Mr. Henderson is a very sweet man. He really knows how to impress a girl."

On the way home later, Rodney brought up the question of Mr. Henderson again. And Bonnie had an urge to tell all. But she didn't. Rodney just said he hoped she'd been nice to his boss. A lot depended on how well they all got along socially.

"Don't worry, Rodney, I charmed the pants off him," Bonnie said, smiling to herself in the dark of the car. "And I plan on doing all I can to keep charming him!"

She thought ahead to Wednesday, and how she would fuck and suck Mr. Henderson all afternoon while her unsuspecting husband was at work. Her pussy was still wet from her wild cocksucking session and she squirmed a little in her seat for the rest of the ride home. The main question on her mind for the remainder of the evening was how she could stand to wait till Wednesday rolled around.

When they got home, Rodney fucked her in his usual fashion. He rolled on top of her, pumped in and out for five or seven minutes, then shot his load. He promptly rolled off her and went off to sleep. But for one, Bonnie didn't mind. She was wet enough, after what had happened, to cum fairly quickly herself, and soon she too was sinking into a deep sleep. But she couldn't help but wonder what she'd do for exciting sex till the middle of the week.

She managed to get through the weekend. Rodney was usually rested enough for those two days to be able to fuck her three or four times. So she tried to be satisfied with that. But by Monday she was ready to climb the walls again. She needed a cock. Any cock. Just as long as it wasn't her husband's. The bigger and uglier the better. She wanted to be split in half by a cock.

Late Monday afternoon she suddenly remembered where she'd seen a cock that might be as big as Mr. Henderson's. It was down at the private gym she used, and it belonged to the fellow who shared ownership of the place. Franco, he was called, and he was dark and hairy and handsome. He had muscles that bulged and rippled. He rarely wore shorts, preferring to keep up the business-like appearance of a property owner. But once in a while he did, and Bonnie remembered how his crotch had bulged as he had demonstrated some new piece of equipment to a client.