TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c JUNE 2002 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form or sold for 
profit.  This story may be freely distributed for personal 
use with this notice attached.

All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely 
Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To 
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(Cuckold, M+/F, MF, Impreg, FemDom)

WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY.  DO NOT READ 
THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE 
READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE 
GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, 
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, 
SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND 
OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

TITLE: Don't Ask, Don't Tell
AUTHOR: C.D.E.

CAST: 
Wife-Maria
Husband-Milford

	My lovely wife just came in from an evening out.  It's 
3:30 AM.  She nudges me to see if I'm awake.  As I 
acknowledge that she awoke me, she has me roll over on my 
back, and as soon as I'm in position, I feel the heat, 
smell, and wetness of her juicy drippy and gooey pussy 
surrounding and almost smothering my upturned face.  After 
a moment, I get my nose clear for proper breathing.  I then 
immediately get busy licking and sucking the flowing and 
draining juices running and oozing from her very wet, and 
obviously very fucked pussy.

	Tonight she doesn't provide me any hand pleasure to my 
aroused prick.  She seems only intent on grinding her 
sloppy snatch on my face as well as encouraging me verbally  
to suck her pussy.

	I tongued her off and she got two orgasms in the 
process.  She was very happy with my actions.  Moments 
later, she rolled off my face and fell asleep.  She left me 
with a face covered with smeared fuck slop, and the taste 
of the same, that she and some stud made in her pussy.

	I have to say that my vivacious wife and I have to 
attribute the success of our 12-year marriage to the same 
policy the US Military has applied to gays.

	The philosophy in our marriage is rather simple.  I 
don't ask her about many of her activities and she doesn't 
tell me everything that she does.  That's not to say I 
don't know about her activities.  The truth is that there 
is plenty of evidence to make me wonder about her 
faithfulness.

	She's quite a dark hair beauty.  Slim to medium build 
with 38C tits, a 24-inch middle and 36 inches of the most 
provocatively shaking hips that's always turning heads.  
This is all packed in a 5'6", 120 pounds frame.

	Me on the other hand am a class A nerd.  An 
unpretentious one at that too, and not much taller than her 
or anywhere as handsome and muscular as the type of men 
that turn her on.  

	Then you say, how did I attract such a knockout?  
Well, I'm not totally sure myself.  Well, don't let me lie.  
I know why.  It's because I adopted the "Don't Ask" part of 
our current marriage philosophy before we were married.

	You see I didn't ask whose semen was in her juicy cunt 
the first time she fed me her gloppy hairpie. Which 
incidentally was the first time she let me lick her pussy 
too.  She claimed she was that way from being so aroused by 
my presence.  She assumed I didn't know what a fucked cunt 
looked or tasted like.

	My experience as a cream pie eater went back to the 
time a cousin tricked me in to sucking her fucked pussy, 
several times after she came in from dates.  I was nineteen 
at the time.  I was 22 when Marie served me up a fucked 
cunt in my face.

	I felt bad about being thought so little of, but the 
absolute look of pure delight as I gave her that first 
probing lick and then went in for full mouth to cunt 
contact was etched in my memory.  I knew then I'd do 
whatever it took to please her and keep her gorgeous self 
mine - so I could enjoy that look, if for nothing else. 

The taste of her creamy, semen flavored pussy was 
comparable in taste to that of my cousin, who didn't look 
half as beautiful as Maria.  However, the mere thought that 
I could please such a beautiful woman was almost like an 
erotic addiction.

It almost went without saying, we both knew my little 
prick wasn't going to do the job of providing her the 
sexual pleasure a woman like her wanted or needed.  As 
you'll later see she told me that size in that department 
doesn't matter when there is love between two people.  At 
least not on me is what she meant, but very important on 
her lover studs.  Anyway, more to come on that.  

However, while we were dating, and during our 
engagement, she only permitted me tongue time in her juicy 
snatch, which 9 out of 10 times always had some other man's 
sperm in it.

She let me know that we were not to have full 
intercourse until we were wed.  However, I suspected she 
was sleeping around and being a slut for several other guys 
the whole time we were going steady and engaged.  I said 
nothing but thought of myself as the patient tortoise, as I 
lapped and sucked her sloppy slimy pussy for over  8 months 
prior to our wedding.

The wedding was beautiful, even if I say so myself. 
However, it's still hard for me to believe today, some 
fourteen years later, how much fuck slop I lapped and 
sucked from my new bride's reddish inflamed pouting gash 
before I even got her to the bridal suite.

It all started after the reception when we returned to 
her mother's house to undress in preparation for departing 
on our honeymoon early the next morning at 4:30 AM.  It was 
10:00 PM when we arrived at her mom's place.

Not long after we got there, about a dozen guys showed 
up.  They wanted to see Maria one more time.  Many had been 
at the wedding.  I recognized them.  Many had winked at her 
she marched down the aisle.  I pretended to not see their 
supposedly sly actions.

I caught Maria on her way out of the bedroom to greet 
them dressed only in a flimsy robe.  It was obvious, she 
was virtually nude underneath.

"Maria darling, I'll tell them that you're indisposed 
now and that you're sorry you won't be able to..."

"Oh don't worry Milford dear, I'll talk to them.  You 
help mom in the kitchen while I talk to the guys."  She 
said as she blew me a kiss and walked away to see the noisy 
group of men.

"B-But..."

"Oh don't worry about her.  Come help me with the 
dishes and stuff.  You have to trust your new wife 
sometime.  Plus, we need to spend some quality time 
together, son."

I blushed slightly at my new mother-in-law's words, as 
she stood behind her daughter.

As my new mom-in-law and I washed dishes, rather loud 
music and dancing could be heard from the room down the 
hall where Maria and the uninvited guests  -at least I 
didn't invite them - were now apparently dancing.

Maria's mother repeatedly refused to let me leave the 
kitchen and even blocked me from leaving on two occasions.  
After the second time I obediently sat down to enjoy her 
forced company as I worried about what was happening to my 
scantily clad Venus of a new wife and more than likely a 
room full of relatively well intoxicated men.

Maria's mom didn't seemed worried in the least.

About an hour later, Maria came into the kitchen where 
we two were now looking at TV.

I was so relieved to hear and see her.  At least I was 
glad to hear her voice.  When I did look around to see her, 
she was holding her pussy lips.  

"Milford darling, from all that dancing with the guys 
and thinking about you non-stop, my pussy is over flowing 
with love cream.  Be a dear and suck it out for me."

"M-Maria!  Your mother is present!"

"Oh go right ahead, she's told me all about how you 
eat her pussy, er, love cream.  You have nothing to be 
ashamed of.  You're with family here.  Go ahead and suck 
that pussy, after all, it's legally yours now.  She's your 
wife, remember?"

No matter how much I tried to not do as my new bride 
desired, the two insisted and persisted.  It wasn't until 
after a stream of viscous fluids began to run down her 
inner thighs when the two women began to get a bit edgy and 
forceful with me.  It was also at that moment that my mom 
entered the kitchen.

After a brief greeting, and a quick run down to her of 
my shyness, she too was on my case.  With the three of them 
looking on, I was shamed into dropping to my knees and 
performing oral extraction duties of what I, and I'm sure 
everyone in the room,  knew was a hefty load of cum from 
one or more pairs  of balls in the room down the hall.  I 
was suppose to be the naive one.

In a hurry to lessen my shame, I quickly slurped and 
sucked and licked my new bride's obviously adulterous cunt.  
Even I knew I was being treated even more terrible than 
before. I decided to say nothing, after all, I had over 
eight's month's invested in this relationship and I wasn't 
about to loose my new bride on my wedding night even if I 
had to compete my tongue against probably bigger and better 
endowed dicks, just down the hall from me.

"Thanks darling.  I knew you wouldn't want your new 
bride dancing with other men and have pussy juice running 
down her legs."  Maria said as she kissed me on the forehead 
and darted back toward the room with the blaring music and
probably more dicks and balls to be emptied,  waiting for 
her to return.

"You did good, Milford, I can see why my Maria is so 
blindly in love with you.  You suck pussy good.  Here's a 
towel to wipe her love juices from around your mouth."  
Maria's mother replied as she handed me a paper towel to 
wipe the gooey gunk from my face.

"I've told him many times, when he's complained about 
Maria only letting him suck her cunt, that the husband who 
sucks his wife's pussy real good, is a husband that holds 
onto his wife through thick and then."  Mother spoke out 
boldly, which caused me to turn a deeper red.

Mother and Maria's mom kept me occupied in discussions 
while my new bride was down the hall partying.  Maria 
returned about 20 minutes later wanting more tongue action 
from me. Again her pussy was filled with "Love Cream" from 
her thoughts about me.

I thought to myself "Give me a break", but it was 
apparent that the three wanted me to repeat my earlier 
actions, which I did.  However this time the pussy slime 
was so viscous and mucky, my mouth seemed glued together.  
The hot coffee I was drinking really came in handy to help 
me to loosen it so I could swallow it down.

"Bravo son, if you keep that up for your lovely bride, 
you'll never have a need to worry about losing her."  
Mother said.

"As long as you exhibit such tender loving care toward 
my daughter, you'll keep her love forever."  Maria's mom 
added.

"T-Thanks."  Was all I could think of saying at the 
moment, as I was too perplexed about the surrealism of the 
situation that was happening to me at the moment.

Here I was in the kitchen talking with my mother and 
mother-in-law, while my brand new bride was down the hall 
partying, and obviously, willingly, getting a train pulled 
on her.  Then when my new bride's pussy gets too full or 
sloppy, she brings it to me for refreshing so she can 
present it to some other lucky big dick who only sees her 
as a loose piece of ass, instead of the beautiful heavenly 
body, I do.  To further add to the bizarre situation, I'm 
vacuuming her slimy fuck slot while both our moms are 
looking on and applauding and encouraging me on.

Before the party was over and the un-invited  guests 
left, Maria made 7 trips to the kitchen and to my sucking 
mouth and slurping tongue.  It was obvious the stuff she 
was feeding me was filling, as I never got hungry and 
didn't feel like a late night snack as I usually do.

Maria, claimed she was tired from dancing and went 
immediately to bed after giving me a deep French kiss.  It 
was so obvious her breath reeked of jism, but I said 
nothing.

For the three hours of sleep we were to have prior to 
catching our flight, I slept fitfully.  Maria slept soundly 
as she lay beside me.  Before we retired for our pre-flight 
nap, my request for any kind of sex with her was soundly 
turned down.  "Wait until we get on our honeymoon honey, 
don't be too anxious, I'll give you some.  You've earned 
it.  But for now, get some sleep. I'm tired."  She said 
yawning. Seconds later, she was out like a light.  All I 
could do was look at her beauty all curled up next to me 
and place my arm around my new slut wife, who I'd yet had 
the opportunity to fuck.

As I laid there sleepy, but in a vexatious state, I 
thought back to the past.

HOW WE MET

I met Maria at a church social.  I'd just moved into 
town after having graduated from college.  I was working 
for an established company in town.  Everyone made the 
assumption that if you worked for the company, you were 
doing well.  Anyway, I hoped that the saying was true, 
because I'd been poor all through college and I needed the 
money to pay off loans and to buy clothes and a car and 
such stuff.

Maria seemed completely out of place at the social, 
but later found out that she frequently donated her time to 
church activities. The first time I saw her, she was 
serving food in a buffet line at a church dinner.

 One of the church busy bodies whispered to me that 
Maria was looking for the right man to marry and that I 
might just be the one.  I assured her that my success rate 
with women was almost zero.  "Besides, with a girl that 
beautiful, I'm sure she has plenty of better looking men, 
and I might add, with more money than me, beating down her 
door to take her out or to make offers of marriage."  I 
told the lady who was attempting to be Cupid.

"You men place too much emphasis on looks and money.  
A woman often doesn't place as much emphasis on that as you 
think.  Being there for her emotionally, may mean more than 
all that other stuff combined.

"You seem to be a sweet young man that is not 
pretentious or have a macho ego and thinks he's God's gift 
to women.  With a success rate of zero, does that mean 
you're virgin too."  The lady asked.  I was totally caught 
off guard.

	"Ma'am, I-I didn't say that."  My slight stammering as 
well as the slight flush on my face caused her to smile, as 
if she could see right through me.

	"There's no need to be ashamed of being in that 
condition young man.  It may be an asset.  I'm going to put 
a word in Maria's ear about you.  Bye now."

	I never got the woman's name and really never thought 
much more about meeting.  However, I did think about Maria 
and how pretty she was.

	To my utter surprise, a week later she called me at 
home one Friday evening as I was settling down to the 
beginning of another boring night and the beginning of an 
even more boring weekend.

	She apologized for being so forward to call me.  She 
had gotten my name from the woman I'd talked to at the 
church last week.  Maria was wondering if I could help out 
as a chaperone for a church sponsored Sock Hop dance at the 
Church gym that evening.  The other fellow that was suppose 
to be there had to cancel.

	Well working the teen dance with her changed my life.  
We had many things in common,  The same type books, similar 
TV shows as well as Stamp collecting.  Her collection was 
modest compared to mine, but it was delightful to know that 
she was no dumb beauty.

	One social led to another and then to dates and then 
to another and so on and soon we were at the altar and 
married.

	Prior to us being married, Maria's policy that would 
be no intercourse as she was saving that for our wedding 
night.  However to cool our passions when we were dating, 
she ended up jacking me off and eventually, after we became 
engaged, I went from being able to caress her cunt with my 
fingers to being able to tongue her to delightful orgasms.

	Even though I had been taught how to lick and suck pussy by a realative - and tricked into eating cream pies - I was not really that experienced sexually.  I also never told Maria that I'd sucked pussy before.  So when she wanted me to suck her cunt, I knew I was good at that and played coy and ignorant as she proceeded to teach me how she wanted me to "properly lick her pussy" - her words. 

	She'd revealed she was not a virgin but offered no 
background on her previous lovers or her love and sex life.  
I felt it better not to ask.  After all, she always said 
that marriage was like starting over with a clean sheet and 
those two people make a clean start.  I took that to mean 
that we shouldn't pry into each other's past.		

	
THE HONEYMOON


"Darling, you didn't last long, please do me a favor 
and give me some of lovely tongue of yours to finish me 
off."  She asked of me after I'd finally able to put it in 
my new wife  for the first time.

Wanting to make up for my not being able to sustain 
myself for an adequate periods of time to get her off, I 
did as she asked of me, even though I'd never put my face 
in a messy pussy before.  However I did so because I 
assumed it was just our mess.  However, as I tried to just 
lap her clit, she pressed my head tightly to wet syrupy 
runny pussy and not only demanded I lick her but suck her 
cunt out also.  I could tell she was in the throes of 
passion so I accommodated her seeing as how excited I was 
making her.  It's always a good feeling when a guy can make 
a women feel good like she was responding.

I was pleased at my efforts and the fact that I gave 
her two very rousing orgasms with my oral efforts. 

However, as I was doing so, it dawned on me that she 
seemed to have more whitish colored fluids that looked a 
lot like semen in her delectable snatch than I'd put in 
there.  I knew I could never shoot off the volume I thought 
I ate out of her.  I had a few glasses of champagne, but I 
wasn't that mellow or tipsy, or was I?

"That was so delightful Milford darling.  They say, 
the type of love you make on your wedding night, you should 
do it all the time.  I want you to suck my pussy from now 
on after we make love."  Maria said sweetly and in the 
loveliest of voices.

I tried to respond before she turned over and went to 
sleep.  But the viscous nature of the slime from her pussy 
had my mouth so gluey I couldn't speak readily.  I had to 
wash the gooey slime with some champagne.  When I returned 
to bed she was sound asleep.

It had been a busy day for us and I was very proud I'd 
been able to lose my virginity as well as give my new bride 
such sexual pleasure that zonked her out so pleasantly.

We were too poor to have a proper honeymoon, but we 
did go away for a weekend at a nearby resort.

After the wedding, and during our brief honeymoon, 
Maria reiterated to me that she valued trust very highly in 
a marriage.

"Milford, the lack of trust has ruined countless 
marriages.  I hope ours won't be one that is plagued with 
us not trusting each other.  As you know, men cheating on 
their wives is much more prevalent than the other way 
around.  Because of that, I might be more questioning of 
your activities.  You should expect that, after all you're 
a husband who will be out working and away from home more 
than I, your domestic spouse. However, if you truly love 
and trust me, you will accept my explanations, when and if 
I decide to provide them, about my activities with my 
friends."  She told me.

"Isn't that a little one sided?" I asked.

"Dear, see you're already saying you don't love or 
trust me."

I assured her I did and not wanting to cause a fuss 
over what I was sure was just an inconsequential thing, I 
told her that I would accept her outlook on things.

"Thank you Milford.  Now so that you won't get upset, 
some of my friends have said they'll be dropping by to see 
how I've been doing since having my name changed to yours.  
Some will be my old boyfriends.  They've asked if you are 
the jealous type and possibly insecure and not trust your 
new bride going out to lunch or dinner or dancing with old 
friends.  I assured them you weren't that type.  I told 
them you trusted me completely. Was I wrong darling?"

"O-Old boyfriends... Dinner... Dancing?"  I stammered 
as I sat down to try and sort through what I'd heard my new 
wife tell me. These were not inconsequential activities.

"Do you trust me or not Milford?  That's the 
question."

"W-Why yes Maria dear, you know I do, b-but y-you know 
h-how other people talk a-and h-how easily rumors get 
started.  If I was along with you and your friends, people 
wouldn't be so eager to..."

"No darling, you must trust me. I've already told all 
my friends you do.  If you're tagging along with me 
everywhere I go, they won't think you love me, as love and 
trust go together.  Also, since they'd suspect you were 
there to watch over me, they'd lose respect for you as a 
modern husband.  They'd see you as insecure in your manhood 
not to trust me being alone with them. I've already 
committed my word to my friends that you trust me fully.  
Are you  implying that I don't have equal rights in making 
commitments in this marriage, or that you'll support my 
commitments?"

The idea of my manhood coming into play made me re-
think what she was saying.  Plus, I didn't want anyone to 
think I didn't support my wife when she made commitments.

"I-I'm sorry Maria dear.  I do trust you and I do 
support your commitments.  P-Please forgive me if-if there 
was any hint that I..."

"You don't have to say anymore darling.  Thank you for 
being so understanding and your love and most of all for 
your faith and trust in me."

A TRUSTFUL MARRIAGE

	"Maria, you just kissed that man and l-let him feel 
all over your ass."  I said in an alarmed tone as my wife 
walked in the open front door.

	"We were just saying goodbye and I thanked him for 
dinner.  Remember our agreement on trust?  If there was 
something to what you saw that threatened our marriage or 
my love for you, I certainly would've have mentioned it to 
you.  Unless I do, don't worry in the least darling... or 
for that matter, don't even ask me.  Okay?"

	"If-If that t-the way..."

	"Yes darling that's the way I want it.  Now let's 
enjoy ourselves.  Honey, I need your love so badly.  Would 
you please come suck my pussy?  I really feel so sexy and 
in need of your tongue and sucking lips right now."

	I did as she wanted.  She didn't wait to go to our 
bedroom, she just hiked her dress up and asked me to pull 
down her crotch-wet panties.

	Almost in a flash, she pulled my head in her very wet 
and slick gamy muff.  It was obvious someone had been 
playing in her pussy.  I could assume it was just fingers 
having been put in there had it not been for the amount of 
obvious sticky semen I was sucking out and knew now by 
taste.

	I got her off. Actually she got off twice and wouldn't 
let go of my head until she thoroughly ground her wet 
syrupy muff tightly against my face for those two rousing 
orgasms.

	When I inquired about letting me put it in for a 
quickie, she told me to save it for Friday night, our 
regularly scheduled night for sex.

	The above scene is typically repeated at least 2 - 3 
times a week and virtually every Saturday night, after she 
comes home from being out with one or more of her men 
friends.

	I've met many of her friends, all of whom have been 
men so far.  They praise me for having such a beautiful 
wife.

	It's nothing for me to come in from work and find one 
or more of them leaving.  They always like to shake my hand 
when they do so.  Whenever I come home and men are leaving 
our house, no matter if they shake my hand or are waving 
bye to me as they are backing our of our driveway, I know 
my wife will have this burning desire for me to eat her 
out.  Since trust and love go together, I say nothing but 
show my love by going down on her and doing my part to keep 
my wife happy.  I guess I should be glad there is nothing 
going on that will threaten the stability of our marriage.  
I assume if there was she'd tell me.  So far, as she hasn't 
said anything to me about it.

	At our two year anniversary party, she presented me 
with a present.  It was a report from her OBGYN.  The 
report confirmed that we were 7 months away from having an 
addition to our family.

	A few days later, friends of hers hosted a party at 
our home to  celebrate her pregnancy.   

	The invitees at the party, which were friends of hers 
and a few of my co-workers quickly applauded our good 
fortune.  I too was caught up in the moment.  However 
later, after I was sipping on my celebration drink and 
kissing my inseminated wife, it dawned on me that for the 
last three months I hadn't had regular intercourse with 
Maria.  During that time, she either had jerked me off as I 
was sucking her sloppy cunt or we did a sixty-nine.

	It was next to impossible to get close to her after my 
celebration kiss so I could tell her that the report might 
be in error.  She was dancing constantly with our guests.  
I guess there wasn't much I could say.  After all, she was 
the only woman present and it would be impolite for the 
host's wife not to spend some time dancing with the invited 
guests.  I made a mental note to remind her next time she 
gave me a surprise party to be sure and make sure she have 
the guys bring their wives or girlfriends along.

	To my total surprise, after talking to six of my 
office mates, three of whom are married and the others 
single, I discovered my wife had also been out to lunch 
with all of them and had dinner with several of them more 
than once.  They said she'd wanted to know more about the 
work we did after meeting them at the office Christmas 
party I took her to which was about six months after our 
wedding.

	"Yeah, Milford old boy, she said she wanted to hear 
about what we did from a different perspective than you 
gave her.  She really took an interest in what we and the 
others did for the company.  She had so many questions that 
I know it took me five lunches and four dinners to address 
them all."  Spoke Kyle who was slurring his speech due to 
the amount of champagne and beer he'd swigged down.

	As I worked the crowd, my other co-workers had similar 
stories and quickly praised me not only for my wife's 
charming assets but also her interest in the operations of 
our company.

	I guess I should've been pleased, but all I remembered 
from Maria was how boring my work sounded, even though I 
brought home a decent paycheck.  However, all the co-
workers she went out with were from the Marketing and 
Public Relations part of my group.  They were all gabbers, 
and handsome hunks who were so slick and skillful, they 
could make a pile of beans seem exciting.

	During the rest of the party, she and one or the other 
of the men were constantly going into the kitchen and other 
parts of the house.  When I would try to find her to talk 
to her, some the other guys would always intercept me and 
want to talk.  They were persistent and so as to be a good 
host, I couldn't be impolite and desert them.

	After all of the guests had departed and as we were 
cleaning up, I let Maria know that it was possible that the 
report was wrong about her being with child, due to the 
fact that she and I hadn't had intercourse in over three 
months.

	"Oh no Milford darling.  I'm certain. I've missed two 
of my monthlies and I really feel like a mommie to be.  No 
darling, you're going to be a daddy of our baby."  She said 
as she kissed me and warmly embraced me before we went off 
to bed.

As usual, she wanted me to kiss and lick and suck her 
wet gooey snatch.  Her kisses also had a similar flavor as 
the stuff in her cunt, so I had a suspicion she'd probably 
been sucking cocks at the party too, while the others kept 
me occupied.  I said nothing of my suspicions, because 
that's all they were.  I had no real proof other than the 
apparent jism I was currently digesting as I buried my head 
in her very moist, warm, soft hairy crotch.

	I knew if I continued with this line of questions, I 
knew I was bound to conflict with the issue of trust, so I 
thought it best to avoid that subject.  Beside, it was 
apparent whoever the father was, she hadn't plan to leave 
me for him.  It appeared our marriage was safe. After all, 
she did say it was "our baby" and that I would be the 
"daddy".  However, on further thinking, I realized she 
didn't say I was the father.

TWO YEARS LATER

I came in from work early one day to see my lovely 
Maria wearing only her bra, but it was off her tits, still 
hooked but under her exposed luscious tits.  She was 
sitting on a towel with her legs spread slightly cocked up.  
It appeared her pussy was draining onto the thick towel she 
sat on.  She had a martini in her hand.

The other disturbing thing was that there were three 
men in the room, one of them was my co-worker Kelly.  I 
remember him leaving work early.

The three gents were all nude and their clothes strewn 
in a various piles nearby.  It was apparent an orgy had 
taken place in our front room.

"Hi honey, I didn't expect you home so early."  Spoke 
Maria as if nothing was out of place or wrong. "I took the 
baby over to mom's for the afternoon." She added.

"O-OH, I-I see."  I replied slowly still surveying the 
room.

Kelly as well as the others also waived as well as 
gave me with a casual verbal greeting.  I almost couldn't 
believe this.  It was indeed surreal.

"T-T-The air conditioner a-at work w-went out.  T-They 
let us o-out early."  I stammered nervously.

"Darling your timing is impeccable.  My pussy could 
use a good tongue lashing and sucking right now. C'mon over 
here and do me please."  My wife said as she spread her 
vivacious legs and scooted her crotch up so that more of it 
was exposed.  The sight was unbelievable.  Her usually well 
trimmed bush was a total mess as well as coated with 
glistening slime.  I could see a ropy strand oozing out of 
her stretched slit.

Judging by the size of the men's penises in the room, 
it was apparent that she'd been well stretched.

"W-What?  N-Now?"  I stammered more in shock than 
anything else.

"Of course.  You fellows don't mind do you?"

There was an instant almost simultaneous reply as the 
three gave their blessings to me doing as she asked of me.

"M-Maybe t-this is-is a b-bad time for..."  I tried to 
reply and walk toward the rear hall.  To do so I had to 
pass the three nude men sitting on a nearby couch.

"C'mon Milford darling.  This is fine right here.  You 
can kneel right on the carpet here.  After all, I might 
leave spots on the floor if I walk too far. I'm quite 
juicy."

One of the men named Nelson, stood up, he didn't block 
my way, but he was a head taller than me and his standing 
was a bit intimidating, especially in regard to what he 
said as he stood.

"C'mon Milford, after all this is your house, your 
castle.  You have the right to eat your wife's pussy 
anywhere in it you want."

When I took another step, the other two gents stood up 
and blocked my path out of the room.  I took that as a 
signal, that they wanted me to suck on the snatch they'd 
all apparently had their dicks in earlier.

I turned and looked at my wife, who now had the 
sweetest smirking smile I'd ever seen.

"W-Well, if-if y-you insist dear."  I-I said meekly.

I put my attache case down and laid my coat aside as 
well as removed my tie before keeling.  All the while all I 
could stare at was her reddish distended messy running 
slimy muff and thinking how I had to put my face there with 
those men looking on.

EIGHT YEARS LATER
	
	We have three beautiful kids now.  My wife has 
surprised me each time she came to me pregnant with each 
one.  She is currently 4 months pregnant.  This time she 
didn't give me any warning, but just pulled out her 
maternity wardrobe. 

	For a six month period prior to her pregnancy,  all I 
got from her was a slimy wet drippy cunt to suck and hand 
jobs.

	In fact, it was somewhere in the four months into this 
six month period that our third child was conceived.  I 
distinctly remember her telling me that she was two months 
pregnant about the fourth month.  Even at that, she still 
didn't let me put it in until 2 months later, despite my 
pathetic begging to let me do so.

	It was sort of odd that here I was fucking my own wife 
for the first time in about for the first time in 6 months 
and here she was 4 months pregnant.

	To make a long story short,  I came to realize that 
many times the only way I was going to get some pussy was 
to suck it.  That became a mainstay of our marital 
arrangement as well as her or me jacking my meat off for 
relief.

	The idea of masturbation and the normalcy of it for me 
has become almost institutionalized in our marriage.  Many 
times when my wife seem to want to embarrass me even more, 
she would dictate for me to masturbate myself while she 
looked on and supervised me, no matter how I tried to 
wiggle out of doing so.

	The first time I refused to do so for her, she told 
our Moms.  In no uncertain terms, both said that as her 
husband, I should consider that as normal as intercourse, 
and that I had an obligation to perform in this manner. 
"And especially so if you're aroused" - my mother said in 
an imperial tone to me.  They threatened to use corporal 
punishment if I didn't comply with my wife's wishes, since 
- in their viewpoint - the only reason I wouldn't do this 
for my wife is that I was saving it for another woman.  No 
matter how I tried to dwell on the subject of masturbation 
being less manly and humiliating, it carried no weight with 
this female inquisition team of my wife and our Moms.

	The end result, I was forced to agree, in writing, 
that I accepted jacking off myself, as being an accepted 
form of sexual intercourse, that is, when my wife did not 
want to have intercourse with me. Additionally, she would 
have the right to supervise me at any time, as well as our 
Moms.  I really fought the idea of me doing it for our 
Moms, but my concern was not even considered.  My 
humiliation was complete when I was told then and there to 
drop my pants for the group.  I didn't want to, but mother 
stressed that she wouldn't tolerate disobedience.  The look 
in her eyes told me I'd better do as I was told.  I did.  I 
truly felt like I was a mama's boy as I blushed and 
unbuckled my pants.

	To my utter embarrassment, I was made to jack off as 
the women raised their dresses and exhibited their womanly 
and arousing cunts.  The group urged me to stroke my meat 
at their directions.  I was also made to lick each cunt 
before me as I kneeled and masturbated myself under the 
group's supervision.

	I was highly perturbed.  The written statement I had 
to sign didn't even have such words "As not in the mood".  
It simply stated if she "didn't want to."  Oh what a cruel 
gauntlet we under endowed, easygoing males have to walk.

	The issue of me being unfaithful seem to be another 
area where there was continual scrutiny where I was always 
put on the defensive to prove my faithfulness to my wife.  
Both her mother and mine, seemed to continually dwell on 
that point.

	As part of this continual surveillance of my 
activities to ensure I was being faithful, all my time had 
to be accounted for when I was away from home.  If I got 
caught in traffic and was a bit late coming home, as much 
as by 15 minutes, I had to write a reason and put it in a 
log, which was reviewed my not only my wife but by our Moms 
also.  I am intensively interrogated if they are suspicious 
of any of my reasons.

	So readers, as you can see, despite the ordeal I've 
had to endure over the years, love, trust, and the policy 
of not asking questions I may not want to know the answers 
to, has kept my marriage intact and cohesive.

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