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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Slutwife Dancer" (M+F wifeslut) by Creampie Eater
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Creampie Slutwife Dancer
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I heard the squeaky frame of the car from Rent-A-Wreck in the driveway as it
passed by the window of our bedroom suite. My wife Julie was home. We had
rented the car for her slumming, because her Alfa Romeo was far too
noticeable. I saw on my keypad that she opened the house door and came in.
I waited patiently until she opened the bedroom door and stepped in, her
stiletto heels clicking on the marble entryway. She set her bag down, and
strutted to the bed.
When she had left the house six hours ago, she had not looked like her normal
self. Instead of her nicely tailored fashionable clothing, she had worn her
sluttiest outfit. She had worn a tightly fitting yellow mini-dress that
barely covered the tops of her garter hose, and clung tightly to her
"enhanced" breasts. It displayed the toned muscles that endless hours in the
gym created. Her golden blonde hair had been stacked on top of her head in
order to cascade down sexily with wispy tendrils. She had been incredibly
hot.
Now... well, now was a different matter. She had changed clothes into her lacy
red dress that you could see through if you looked hard enough (and I imagine
the guys had been looking rather intensely). Her garters were gone. Her
elegant hair was down and loosely braided. Her makeup was a mess, appearing
to consist mainly of dried cum.
"How was it?" I asked. My cock was making a tent of the bed covers.
"I got the $500 and made another $750 in tips," she smiled, standing over the
bed. She opened her beside table drawer, and tossed it in. She had to pat
down the currency to close the drawer, because of the money already in there.
We'd count it in the next day or so to see if there was enough for the new
carpeting she wanted.
"That's good," I said. "Did the guys enjoy your performance?"
"Look and see," she smiled. She pulled her dress up and over her head,
revealing her inflated breasts. Her nipples were very red, as if someone had
chewed on them, and her left had a big hickey on it. But I wanted to see the
main evidence.
I swung out of the bed, and kissed her deeply. My eyes held hers
affectionately, and then I took a big lick of the tangy cum on her face.
There was plenty of time for that later, but first I wanted to see her pussy
for proof of her wickedness.
I knelt before her, and saw the Saran Wrap sticking out of the edges of her
g-string. I gripped the strings, and delicately pulled her panties down. The
clear plastic cling wrap did its job, clinging tightly to the folds of her
pussy. Her bald pussy, I realized.
"You shaved?" I asked. She had left the house with a neatly trimmed black
bush, proof that her hair wasn't naturally golden. I loved that, because her
died hair to me was evidence of her sluttiness. I looked up at her, seeing
her smile at my reaction.
"Well, I didn't," she giggled. "The bachelor did." I could picture in my eye
the look on his face when she offered to let him do it, and the trembling hand
he would have as he removed her pubes. I am sure he would have gotten the
point that she was wide open to almost anything.
I turned again to her cunt. The cling wrap clung partially because of the
gluey semen holding it there. I was glad for that, because I could see her
hole was slowly oozing more cum. The purpose of the Saran Wrap was to try to
contain as much cream as possible for my consumption when she got home.
"Lay down," I said, standing. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs off.
She tossed me a pillow for me to kneel on; it was part of our ritual. She
took other pillows and propped herself up so that she could see me.
"Don't you want me to suck your cock?" she asked. Usually, she did, because I
felt the need to explode in her mouth right away. You can imagine how horny I
was when she left the house, and it always built until she got back. Many
times I was almost irrational with the need to cum, and our arrangement was
that I had to wait to do it in her mouth.
"I love your bald pussy so much," I explained, "that I want to eat it right
away."
"MMMMmmmmm, suits me fine," she smiled. "Get to it, then."
I knelt on the pillow, and she spread her legs wide. I kissed the inside of
her thighs first, tasting a little cum. Then I kissed down her firm legs to
her delicate ankles. Our eyes locked as I took her stiletto in my mouth and
sucked it as I could imagine she sucked those guys. Then I kissed back to her
pussy, sliding my tongue along her ticklish flesh.
I looked closely at her pussy, then removed the cling wrap. A flood of musky
fragrance wafted out, a mixture of her natural strongly smelling juices and
the sperm of the men who had fucked her. Her hole began to ooze cum... there
was a lot of it.
"How many guys this time?" I asked. I ran my tongue over the cling wrap,
getting my first taste of the creampie she had saved for me. The tangy
saltiness was sexy as hell.
"The bachelor and six friends," she said. Before I could even ask, she
informed me that she had gotten 15 ejaculations in her pussy and 2 in her ass.
Several others were in her mouth, missed the mark, or came on her face.
"Two in your ass?" I asked. She nodded and shifted her hips to tilt her ass
up. I saw the butt plug she was wearing. I pressed her thighs to urge her
legs into the air. Between her firmly rounded cheeks was the base of the big
black plug. I would get to that later.
Now I needed to suck her pussy. I returned my attention to her red pussy,
and she spread her legs far apart to give me access. I didn't waste any time,
but slid my tongue between her lips to taste her creamy cunt.
As always, while I ate her she told me of her evening. I could only half
concentrate on what she was saying, because I was busily licking her denuded
crotch. It was very exciting to run my tongue over her newly slippery mound.
I would occasionally bury my tongue deep inside her, probing for more of the
thick mixture.
She trembled occasionally, loving the nastiness of her successful husband so
eagerly eating the cum of her clients. If I could only half concentrate on
what she was saying, she could only half concentrate on saying it!
She had arrived in her rented wreck, and strutted to the door. Before she
even got on the porch, the door opened. Inside was the crowd of guys, already
liquored up pretty good. They had taken her to the walk-out basement, where a
sturdy coffee table had been placed. After a little drink together, they paid
her the $500 dancing fee and she was ready to go.
Her first set, she teased the men pretty mercilessly. She had spent three
songs stripping to just her garters, although she had to remove just one piece
of clothing. Then she did the "bend over and look at my pussy" routine for
another couple songs, getting tips for a close-up view. The guys all
whispered about the visible black plug in her ass, and what that might mean.
When the set ended, she gave each of the guys a nasty french kiss and a pat on
the crotch. All had been hard as rocks.
Her next set she came out in the red dress she had worn home. When that came
off, it was the last time she wore clothes before the end of the night. She
got more tips, then sat on the bachelor's lap. She reached up, and let down
her hair as he sucked her hard nipples. Then she kissed him for an entire
song while humping his crotch. She went around the room, then spending 30
seconds or so with each guy, humping him, before moving on.
During her next break, the best man approached her to inquire about her
openness to giving blow jobs. She pulled him into the bathroom, and pressed
his face into her crotch. "Do you see how wet I am?" she had asked. He
moaned, running his tongue through her deeply flavored juice, and she
continued, "Does it seem likely I'll say no?"
Instead of dancing the next set (or any other set), she went around the room
giving mini-BJs to the guys. The best man laid on the coffee table, and she
squatted over him. He licked her flowing juices while the guys lined up for
more sucking.
At this point in telling her story, she had to cum. She reached down and
pulled back her clit hood with manicured fingers. I moved up to wet it with
my tongue, then began to suck it until she was about to cum.
"Get ready," she panted. I dropped my mouth back to her sloppy hole as she
brought herself over the top with her fingers. Her orgasm was a nice strong
one, and she cried out as her abdomen clenched. I pressed my mouth in close
and sucked hard at her opening as a river of creampie was squeezed out. I
moaned, fighting my own orgasm back down. I loved nothing better than to have
my mouth full of her creamy effluent and it always made me about cum. I felt
my balls tighten but somehow managed to regain control.
When my mouth was full, I stood and laid on top of her, pressing my mouth to
hers. I gave her a creampie snowball, and we spent a few minutes fighting for
shares of it. Her tongue brushed mine as we tried to capture as much of the
mixture as we could.
Then I went back and resumed eating her. A thin trickle of cum was all that
remained, but her own juices were really flowing. It was her signal to
continue.
By the time the set was to be over, no one cared about keeping track any more.
She had the guys get a bowl of warm water, soap, and a razor. Then she let
the bachelor carefully remove her pubic hairs as the others crowded around to
gawk. When he was done, she did a careful touch up, removing the strays that
he missed in his excitement. The guys eagerly took up her offer to cop a feel
of a freshly shaven pussy.
She had the bachelor lay down and she mounted his face. He wasn't as eager a
pussy eater as the best man, even though her pussy was now slick. Facing his
feet, she reached down and slid his pants off, then his undershorts. Of
course, that led to a 69, which all the other guys appreciated watching.
She had felt the need to be fucked, so she slid down his body and put his cock
into her pussy. She slid him inside, emitting a nice moan as he penetrated
her. At that point, she offered to suck off any guy who wanted it, or they
could wait to be next to fuck her. Only two wisely chose to blow in her
mouth; they had correctly guessed that they could fuck her later too.
The bachelor and the first guy came at about the same time. One of the guys
realized that it would be a sloppy fuck, and blurted out that fact. "You can
choose not to fuck me," she laughed as the best man plunged into her gooey
hole.
The next hours were bliss, as man after man took turns fucking her. She would
have lost track of the numbers of loads she took, except that it was part of
the fun she would have later with me. She did lose track of her orgasms.
Some of the guys, when the initial cum was out of the way could fuck a long
time, especially since she was so sloppy wet and loose.
It was the best man who was bold enough to remove her butt plug. He pushed
into her gooey pussy, coating his dick with slime. Then he ass fucked her for
a nice long time, long enough that she came hard. The guy she had been
sucking was so surprised that he lost it and sprayed her face as she howled in
pleasure. That in turn loosed the best man to pump shot after shot into her
ass.
The bachelor took her ass again as the last act of the night as the other guys
dribbled puny their third and fourth loads onto her sweaty body. It wasn't
actually that pleasurable, since she was worn out and sore. However, she was
delighted to be used like this and to know that I would enjoy how slutty she
had been. He buried himself deep into her nasty ass and came. It was the
first time he had fucked an ass and he had cum a lot from the thrill of it.
As he pulled out, the best man pushed the big plug back into her ass,
preserving the goo inside her darkest cavern.
Since all the guys looked beat, she quietly put on the saran wrap and gathered
her things, then stole away. The best man caught her on the porch, chasing
her outside but still buck naked. He gave her their collected cash, the $750
in "tips" she had earned. She gave him a quick kiss, and squeezed his flaccid
member.
I looked at her asshole again, again urging her legs up so I could have access
to the plug.
Gripping it, I pulled it out of her. I saw clean cum on the tip of the plug,
then looked at her gaping opening.
The plug was 2.5 inches across at the fattest part, and necked down to an inch
before flaring out to the base. Her asshole had been held open a good inch
almost all night, and now I could see inside her. Her opening showed signs of
rough use, which she loved, and also signs of leaking sperm, which I adored.
I put my mouth to her asshole and stuck my tongue inside her forbidden hole.
In minutes, she was squirming uncontrollably. I rarely probed her backside,
but she had given me the gift of a huge creampie. She started tapping her
hard clit with her fingers, spanking it lightly. "Cum for me... let me eat your
fudge pie," I moaned at her. With a gasp, she let loose. Her butthole
clamped onto my tongue, then released, over and over again. I could see her
sloppy pussy contracting too, which was amazing to watch.
Then she started squeezing out the fudge pie, crying out that I'd 'better eat
it'. Before we began our kinky games years ago, I would have quaked at the
thought. Now though, I sucked at her ass, gulping down the goo. It was an
act of love, and not as gross as you'd think. Besides, I was really horny.
When she calmed down, she had me lie on the bed. For the next half hour, she
continued the tease, sucking me with all her prowess. She'd bring me to the
very edge, and then pull down on my nuts and squeeze the base of my cock. My
back arched as I struggled to cum despite her efforts. When I could breath
again, she start again and take me to an even higher plateau.
All the while, she kept telling me about how much I liked sharing her mouth
and pussy and ass with men I never even would see. I kept agreeing, because
it was true. And the mere fact that I knew I liked it made it more horny for
me. I liked sharing my society circle wife with mere mortals, and I liked
sucking her pussy clean, and I liked that we both knew it.
Finally, she gave into my whimpering pleas to cum. She gave me nice long
normal kiss, and reminded me that she wanted me to leave "nothing in the sack"
when I came. She nibbled down my body, lingering at my nipples to charge me
to the highest peak of arousal. It was torture, not just the
painful/pleasurable nips and pulls of my hard little buds, but also the
knowledge that each nip delayed when I would cum. I had to start begging
again before she'd move.
"OK, baby," she purred with my cock poised to enter her mouth, "fill me up."
She sank quickly onto me, my cock popping into her throat as she swallowed me
whole. She lifted off me slowly, sucking hard, then 'dropping' her mouth back
to my pubic bone. She did it three times and then I came.
She pulled off enough so that just my head was in her mouth. Her left hand
continued to jack my shaft while her right squeezed my sack to make sure
nothing was left. I could only partially comprehend this was going on,
because fireworks were exploding in my head. It was a fantastically
fulfilling orgasm, both emotionally and physically. Wave after sticking wave
of cum shot through my penis, making me feel complete.
I was a quivery hulk when she pulled away, her cheeks distended chipmunk-like.
She took advantage of my mindlessness, opening my mouth wide with her
fingers. Then she spit/dripped some my own cum back into my mouth. Then her
mouth opened wide and she drained the rest into my mouth as we kissed.
Truthfully, some escaped in the shower of my spunk falling out of her mouth
and splashed my face. Not to worry, though, since she licked it off after our
extended cummy kiss.
She kicked off her shoes and crawled up and under the sheets. I slowly
followed, and we snuggled.
"So," I smiled dreamily, "what kind of carpeting do you want?" When she
looked questioningly at me, I pointed to her nightstand, filled with cash from
her adventures.
"Mmmmmm," she said, putting her head on my chest. "I am thinking now about
making all the floors marble." That meant many more adventures, and we both
smiled as we dropped into slumber.
**THE END**
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