TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c December 1999 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit.  
This story may be freely distributed for personal use with 
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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:(M+/F, MF, Inter, 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

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF THANKS:  To the delightful "real world" 
couple who were instrumental in my creativity for this 
story.


Story:  The Honor of Our Love & Marriage, Part 2
Author:  C.D.E.


CAST:
Wife-Alice
Husband-Albert


PART TWO &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
		--CONTINUATION FROM PART 1--

I do get a bit sad at times knowing that I've put so 
much effort in my pussy barbering only for one of her ex-
boyfriends to enjoy it first by using his big tool to make 
her well manicured pretty blond bush all wet, messy, and 
slimy, not to mention stretching as well as making her cunt 
raw and inflamed.
However, even with all the consternation caused by 
them, I thought it was becoming obvious that her old 
boyfriends were indeed tiring of bothering with us and were 
going to let us be.  I say that because, for ten straight 
days neither of them called or came by.  Not only did my 
wife need the rest from being their concubine and whore, we 
both needed a rest from their constant harassment. 
I thought sure now that at last we were on the road to 
marital bliss.  I was also sure now we could start planning 
to have our own child, to go with the two we'd had with the 
help of her former boyfriends.  That was not to be.
The reason they hadn't been interfering is because 
they'd all been out of town for some reason or the other, 
in regard to their jobs. 
Our daughter was slightly over 11 months old when my 
wife's former boyfriends started another round of maneuvers 
against our marriage.  I could see they were again serious 
about taking my wife from me.
It started one Saturday night when they and my wife 
came in around 3AM.  
I had just gotten our daughter back to sleep after 
giving her a bottle, and was on my way back to bed when 
they walked in.  My wife looked in total disarray.  There 
were milky stains on the bodice area of the expensive black 
mini dress she wore, as well as the smell of jism in her 
hair. I presumed the four had probably wiped pussy juice 
from their cocks with her hair. 
As from previous outings, I knew she'd been thoroughly 
fucked by the four.  She came in my arms and gave me a 
passionate kiss. Her kiss reeked of alcohol.  I also knew 
she'd recently sucked one of their cocks by other odors on 
her breath.  There was also the fresh taste of semen on her 
tongue and gums.  I'd experienced this before so I was 
undaunted by it.  I was just glad she was back in my arms, 
even if sexually used and well fucked.
"Darling, you're so good to come home to."  She said 
sweetly, as she broke the slimy kiss.  As she did so, a 
ropy thread of goo, more than likely jism mixed with 
saliva, briefly extended between our parting lips.
"Honey, the guys are at it again.  They say your love 
still isn't as deep as you profess.  I told them it was and 
that you would have no hesitation in proving it."
I was about to speak when my wife put a finger to my 
lips.  I kept quiet as she told me what they said I 
wouldn't do to prove my continuing love.  I looked at her 
wide-eyed, after she told me what was desired of me. 
 I'd never done that before.  What they wanted would 
be humiliating to do even without her four former 
boyfriends standing there.  With them looking on, it would 
be totally degrading.  They'd really sunk low this time.
 I also was bothered by what Alice didn't say.  
However, I guess that little matter was an obvious and 
foregone conclusion and that this current matter had to be 
addressed first.  The four guys were all standing around us 
as she still had her hands around my neck, at arms length, 
looking in my eyes with a most pleasant smile on her face.
I quickly glanced the faces of her four previous 
boyfriends, who were standing in a semi-circle around us.  
I could see the beginning look of victory smiles on their 
faces.  That did it.  I knew I had to do what had to be 
done, no matter how degrading.  I couldn't let my wife 
down, after all she had committed the honor of our 
marriage, so to speak. 
I nodded and softly let her know she was correct.
"I knew I could count on you darling."  She replied 
before telling me how to position my self as she hiked up 
what little hem there was of the micro mini she wore.  She 
was wearing no panties, so it was easy for her to position 
her moist, hot, gluey, jism smeared blond pussy bush over 
my upturned face, as I knelt before her.  
It was rather obvious she'd been the target of heavy 
sustained sexing. The smell of her messy bush was ripe and 
gamy, yet had an enticing stronger exotic feminine odor, 
than I was accustomed to.
I let my tongue delve into the hot wet gaping pouting 
folds of her slimy, raw, very fucked muff.  The taste of 
her was very much different with the flavorings of her 
former boyfriends' cock and cum.  The taste was stronger 
than her jism flavored kisses, but yet palatable. I 
remember it took a bit of time getting acclimated to 
kissing her cocksucking, semen coated lips and tongue, but 
I did.  I suspected I'd have to get use to this too.
With the suction of my lips, I began to draw out the 
remnants of what was apparently a sizeable load of hot jism 
that hadn't too long been shot deep up into Alice's 
luscious snatch.
I grasped her naked buttocks as I orally administered 
to her.  She moaned very sensuously and came so loud that I 
was sure it would wake the baby.  I was lucky, it didn't.
Her four former boyfriends left after I rose 
triumphant from my knees.  My face was smeared with slimy 
fuck juices.  I beamed a broad smile as I saw the obvious 
looks of disappointment on their faces.  They left our 
house smiling, but I knew they were smiles of defeat.
Alice and I left the room arm in arm, content with one 
more victory over our marital antagonists.
"Honey that was so wonderful.  You really ate their 
cum out of me good, really, really good.  It felt so good 
to have you do it with them standing there watching.  You 
gave me a super good come too.  They know now for sure that 
you're seriously committed to this marriage by willingly 
eating and cleaning up their jism from my cunt as they 
watch you.  Darling, to make sure they never forget your 
marital devotion, I want you to suck my pussy from now on 
after they fuck me.  It'll clearly signal to them that my 
pussy belongs to you, no matter who fucks me."  My wife 
said as she wiped the drying melded fuck juices from my 
face.
 In the bed, as my wife laid back wearily, she parted 
her legs to receive me, and handed me a condom almost 
simultaneously.
I had expected this. 
"I know you knew by the mere fact I had cum in me, the 
guys have challenged us again.  That is, that our marriage 
can't stand another baby from them.  Well anyway, they kept 
pestering me about it and calling you all sorts of names.  
I held my temper as long as I could.  However, I couldn't 
take it when they called you a wimpy chicken.  That's when 
I stood up to them darling and told them they could do me 
again, so we could prove them wrong one more time.  In fact 
Albert, this challenge also covers two pregnancies.  Since 
it'll only be Ken and Ron doing me this time, the one that 
is not the father the first time, will have a chance to do 
me for the second pregnancy."
This bit of news was like a double whammy. I wasn't 
happy about what I was hearing in the least.  There was no 
uncertainty now about my worse fear becoming reality.  
There were going to be black babies in our growing family, 
since Ken and Ron were both black.
"Well on the plus side, you won't have to worry if the 
baby will be white this time darling."  Said Alice, as I 
looked dejected by this latest turn of events.
"It was their combined cum you sucked out of me 
tonight honey.  Like you, Kyle and Bob will wear rubbers 
until... well, you know the routine."  My wife said 
yawning.
I resigned myself to the challenge being accepted by 
my wife was for both of us, that is, in response to this 
latest gauntlet being thrown down.  The honor of our 
marriage had again been committed.  I slipped on the rubber 
and decided to instead concentrate on getting what others 
had been enjoying all evening.
As was her usual practice, my wife checked to ensure 
that my condom was on securely.
Not only was Alice's cunt loose, she was not that 
responsive.  Bless her heart, I knew she was tired from 
partying with her former boyfriends to demonstrate to them 
the strength of our love and solidity of our marital bond. 
She was asleep, as I humped her with a prick far smaller 
than those that had gone before me.  I suckled on her well 
groped, cum smeared tits and finally shot off, with a 
pleasurable sigh, into the prophylactic I wore.

LIFE GOES ON

	Twins resulted from Alice's third pregnancy.  Ken was 
the father.  She named them Kenny and Kenita.  The next 
year, the fourth pregnancy was of course due to Ron.  It 
was a boy, so he was simply named Ronald II.
	Of course all the children carry my last name and I 
accept them as mine and treat them as such.  My wife and 
the guys constantly praise me for what a good daddy I am.  
I spend a lot of quality time with the kids. I'm their 
baby-sitter when my wife is out proving to the guys that 
just because she's acting like a slut for them, our 
marriage is solid, very intact, and they don't have a 
chance of tearing up apart.
	Our children grew on me and it didn't take me long to 
get use to being the daddy of three coffee colored and two 
white kids.  
I discovered no matter which color, kids are the same. 
However, when we as a family were out together, say at a 
grocery store, and someone might asked if our three coffee 
colored bundles of joy were adopted, my wife would quickly 
let them know she was their natural mother. She also sort 
of worked it in that she had them while we were married.  I 
often would cringe and blush when she revealed that bit of 
information.
 There would always be that certain look directed at 
both of us, especially me. No matter how many times I got 
that look, I always had a hard time dealing with being 
thought of as an obvious cuckold.  It seemed to not be a 
problem for her at all. 
Whenever I would try to admonish her for being too 
open in telling others about our situation, she would give 
me the same message, even though it might be worded 
differently.
"Albert honey, it only shows that our love is solid, 
and a little thing as me having babies by other men, while 
we're married, just shows you're not an insecure or 
apprehensive husband.  That's all.  Please don't make 
mountains out of mole hills darling." 

ONE MORE CHALLENGE

	Alice's four old boyfriends are pretty much convinced 
that it's useless to try and break up this very strong 
marriage Alice and I have.  However, they still come around 
with an occasional challenge and try to shame Alice and I 
into accepting them.   
	One of their latest little dirty tricks was betting I 
wasn't man enough or loved her enough to kiss her when she 
had a mouthful of Ken's jism.  
I was dismayed at such a raunchy low life thing even 
being suggested. It was bad enough I was sucking their cum 
from her luscious pussy.  I urged Alice to not dignify 
their request with an answer.  Almost immediately the four 
began calling me a chicken and making clucking noises.
"See! We told you were marrying a wimp and a coward 
Alice.  Do you pick up a lot of his feathers when you 
vacuum the carpet."  Yelled Kyle.  The four broke out in 
resounding laughter.
My face became flush with anger.  Alice had a slight 
smile on her face as she walked over and put her arm around 
me.  She whispered in my ear amidst the loud laughter.
"Darling, we must do it. I can't let them get away 
with ridiculing you like that. We must present a united 
front. Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. You'll 
be fine, after all, you do eat their cum out of my pussy.  
This will be pretty simple for you.  I have faith in you 
baby. OK?"
Even though I agreed with her about me doing her 
delectable pussy with their stuff in it, I tried to 
dissuade her from reacting to this latest dirty trick of a 
challenge from them.
"Albert, are you sure you aren't what they call you?  
Maybe they're right about you.  Here I am willing to 
embarrass and degrade myself again totally for your sake, 
and you're willing to still walk away without a fight, and 
to make matters worse, I'm doing all the work.  I'm sucking 
his dick, not you.  All you have to do is kiss me and 
swallow.  It's not like you're sucking his dick. Are they 
right about the man I married?"
Alice's words were persuasive, and before I knew it, I 
found myself on the defensive in reference to my manliness. 
I gave up trying to sort out what was right or what was 
wrong with this whole scene.  For now, the woman I cared 
about and loved, was starting to have doubts about me.  I 
knew I had to act, no matter how I felt. I knew I couldn't 
let her down, no matter that I was still angry with her old 
boyfriends for causing this situation. 
I hung my head and said, "You can count on me Alice.  
T-They're wrong.  I-I'd never let you down."  
"That's better darling, I knew you'd do the right 
thing and stand up to them."  Alice replied as she 
whispered in my ear.  She also kissed me before announcing 
"My husband and I have decided to accept your silly 
challenge to let you all know, that it takes more than a 
big dick and some jism to come between us or make us back 
down from demonstrating our love for each other."
I stood silently by and didn't say a thing as she 
accepted their challenge and knelt before Ken as he dropped 
his pants and exposed what had to be the largest penis and 
set of balls I've ever seen on a man.
While Kyle, Bob, Ron, and I watched, Alice knelt 
between Ken's knees and began showering kisses and licks to 
his large erecting black penis.  His member was a superb 
specimen of manhood.  The shiny, stretched and bloated 
bulbous dick head was rather sizeable, and my wife's saliva 
made it even glossier as she playfully lapped and suckle 
it. I cringed over and over as I watched her tongue flick 
in and out of the eye of his dick head.
This was the first time I'd seen his tool, even though 
my wife has described it to me often.  Ken has the largest 
dick of the four.  She often shows me how he's stretched 
her cunt with his large prick after he's fucked and flooded 
her with his copious loads.
The blowjob she performed on his ebony prick rivaled 
any XXX video I'd ever seen.  It was so sloppy and juicy as 
her saliva drooled from her lips as she eagerly worked on 
his stiff dick.  I hated it, but the sight of her very 
white skin, contrasted to his darker complexion, combined 
with the sensuous sucking sounds of her actions, caused me 
to get an involuntary hard-on.
The wanton eager licking, lapping and suckling as she 
laved juicy adoration up and down his lengthy rigid black 
shaft, sent shivers through me, and right down to my much, 
much smaller, but very stiff prick.
The other thing that bothered me was that she seemed 
to maintain frequent eye contact with me as she eagerly 
worked on his huge erection.  Looking into her eyes while 
she handled, fondled, and orally caressed his awesome 
member and balls, made me feel so inadequate.  The smile on 
her face didn't help matters either. When our eyes met, it 
was I who broke contact first, as I hung my head to divert 
my eyes away from the scene before me.  It would usually be 
for a short while, because what was going on before me 
demanded to be seen.
Seeing her so lovingly and tenderly lap, lick, and 
slowly mouth his rather large hairy dark brown balls 
horrified, as well as excited me.  She lingered on each of 
the two orbs for what seemed like an eternity.  I knew the 
pang of emasculation and discontent was present on my face.  
I know the four guys were glad to see that.  It was just so 
hard for me pretending otherwise.
 You see, Alice had never come close to doing the same 
for me I was observing her doing before me now.  On my 
birthday, and maybe as part of our anniversary lovemaking, 
she may have given my small peter a peck or two with her 
pretty lips. However, she'd never given my less impressive 
equipment the royal treatment this black man was receiving 
before my eyes and the others.
I made it a point to ask that she do the same for me 
after the others left.
As Ken closed his eyes, moaned loudly, and began 
ejaculating in her pretty sucking mouth, my wife gathered 
and held the spewing, thick, viscous, fresh load of white 
slime in her mouth. The other thing that got to me was that 
she seem to be looking right at me the whole time he was 
filling her mouth with what seemed like endless spurts of 
his hot cum.
I hated watching the scene because the sight and sound 
of what was happening almost made me come in my shorts.
Having collected his huge load as best she could, 
Alice rose from her knees and came over to me with her 
bloated jaws full of the outpouring of Ken's big black 
balls.
I didn't notice it until she was about to put her 
mouth on mine, that there was a gluey dollop of semen 
hanging from the corner of her tightly clenched, red 
lipstick coated lips. It got compressed and added to the 
sliminess of the passionate, very sloppy, French kiss, she 
gave me, until all of his cum was transferred from her 
mouth to mine.  There was quite a bit of it.  Even though 
quite upset, I couldn't help but be impressed by the 
quantity of it.  I swallowed all of his still warm, creamy, 
pudding thick, jism.
The taste of almost pure semen is much stronger than 
when mixed with pussy juice, but I didn't have any problem 
adjusting to the taste of the fresh load.
	Again, we were triumphant in beating the four at their 
own game.  I smiled victoriously as I licked some residual 
remnants of his viscous sperm from my lips.  I relished the 
look of defeated smiles on their faces.
	To rub it in, my wife boasted that we'd do that as 
often as they required, as a way of letting them know our 
love was complete.
	"And Albert will swallow as many blowjob loads
from my mouth as you four can give me.  Won't you darling?"  
She said looking at me with dreamy eyes and an air of 
confidence.
	"Yes darling, I will."  I replied back somewhat 
slowly, pretending I had the same level of confidence as 
she, even though I was groaning mentally at what I was 
agreeing to.
	There were many, many more loads I sucked from her 
sweet lips since that first time.

ALONE AT LAST OR A TENDER MOMENT

	Being true to my own promise, after our four 
tormentors left, I asked my wife to give me a "sloppy 
blowjob" just like I'd witnessed her give a short while 
earlier.
	"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?  A WHORE! YOU 
THINK I'M A SLUT DON'T YOU? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU DON'T 
HAVE MORE RESPECT FOR ME THAN THAT?"
	It was obvious that I'd struck a sensitive nerve with 
my request.  I was not only caught off guard at her 
vehement reaction, but also cowed, as she firmly stood 
before me and violently shook her finger at me, as she 
continued delivering her tirade of words.  I wondered if I 
shouldn't have used the word "sloppy" to describe blowjob.
	"DO YOU THINK I ENJOY ACTING LIKE A SLUT? ... OR THAT 
I GET PLEASURE OUT OF BEING RELENTLESSLY SCREWED BY FOUR 
BIG DICK MEN JUST TO SHOW THEM THAT YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN 
THEY EVER COULD!"
	I hastily and timidly offered as sincere an apology as 
I could muster and inject into the torrent of words being 
directed at me.
	"Apology accepted."  My wife replied as she calmed 
down more quickly than I thought she would.  I'd never seen 
her so angry before.
	"Albert darling, I didn't mean to yell, but you know 
our love means so much to me and I just hate it when the 
guys keep telling me I made a mistake in marrying you.  I 
just see it as necessary for me to show them that you do 
love me, no matter the cost of what I have to do to prove 
them wrong.  You're the best thing that has ever happened 
to me.  So when I hear you asking me to do for you, the 
same lascivious, indecent, wanton, sluttish acts I 
routinely do for them, it really upsets me.  I just don't 
expect you to see or treat me as a slut, the way they do.  
After all honey, I am your wife."
	She truly made me feel guilty for what I'd asked of 
her.  I could tell that my lovely wife felt betrayed by me 
as she continued to let me know her feelings.
	"You know Albert, I suspect in your heart, you think I 
acted like a slut with the guys before I met you.  It's 
simply not true.  Of course, I don't have anyway of proving 
it, since they'd never tell the truth under the current 
circumstances.  I wonder if you can really see how upset 
they are that I married you, rather than one of them?"
	The sincerity and depth of my wife's hurt at my 
actions really made me feel even more blameworthy. I chided 
myself for being so callous.
	As we embraced, kissed and made up, I repeatedly 
apologized for being driven by my lust and promised my wife 
I would not be so insensitive again.
	"Please make sure you don't do it again darling."  
Alice said softly, but in a somewhat stern tone, as she 
gave me another juicy kiss.  I was so glad to have been 
forgiven by her. Her embrace made me feel so much better. 
Our kisses still had the flavor of Ken's semen.
"Honey, I'm rather tired and still a bit tense
from our little spat about you wanting me to be sluttish. 
Do you mind making me a martini?"
       "Oh no, not in the least.  I'd be glad to dear."  I       
replied.  I was eager to do anything to let my wife know I 
was truly apologetic for asking her to do for me, the same 
vulgar sex acts she did for the guys.
       "Thanks.  You're such a dear.  Please bring it in 
the den.  I want to sit by the fireplace."
       I returned with her drink and also one for myself. 
Not only was I tense from her reaction to me asking her for 
a blowjob, I was also horny.  I hadn't had a chance to have 
sex with my wife for over two weeks.  She'd been so busy 
proving to her former boyfriends how much I loved her and 
that I wouldn't fall out of love with her no matter how 
they sexually used her.
The light cast by the flickering flames created a very     
romantic and cozy setting in our combination family room 
and den. The kids were over at her mother's place so we 
were all alone.  I just knew this would be conducive to 
getting my wife in the mood for sex with me.
     "Thanks."  She replied as I handed her the drink.
     "Hmmmm, you really make a great martini, Albert 
darling. This is just what I need, after all the guys put 
me through this afternoon while you were at work, not to 
mention what you saw them do to me this evening.  By the 
way, you were marvelous the way you kissed all Ken's cum 
out of my mouth. You were always a good kisser anyway.  He 
shoots a lot of thick stuff doesn't he?"
I half-heartedly acknowledged that she was correct, as 
I had no interest in talking about Ken's jism, especially 
since I'd really been an unwilling and coerced recipient of 
it.
    	"Darling, do you mind kneeling and massaging my feet? 
It would feel so good to have you do that."
 	I did as my wife desired of me.  As I began to kneel, 
with drink in hand, I couldn't help but admire how sensuous 
she looked.  She was lying back in the recliner and the hem 
of her very short skirt was hiked up to the upper part of 
her inviting and slightly parted white fleshy thighs.  From 
the vantage point on my knees, the sight of her bare pussy 
caused my aching prick to palpitate. I proceeded with the 
massage.
   	She'd started me doing this for her over the last few 
years.  Since, when she came in from dates with the guys, 
her feet would be tired from having had danced with all 
four of them so much.  She loves to dance.
 	I had to admit, I was getting pretty good at massaging 
her shapely feet.
"Ohoooo... Hmmmmmm... Yessss... That's sooooo good." 
Her moans were so sensuous and sexy.  My prick was 
throbbing something fierce now.
	I did one foot, then the other.  She rested one foot 
on one of my shoulders while I was massaging the other.  
Her moans and sighs of pleasure continued as I kneaded the 
soft bottoms of her soles.
	As I massaged her foot, her peeking cunt was even more 
visible and inviting.
	"That felt so wonderful.  Thank you dear.  Would you 
mind doing something else for my feet?"  
	"Sure.  What do you want me to do, massage them some 
more?"
	"No darling, I want to give each foot some nice long 
kisses."
	"K-Kisses?"  I said as I looked at her with a puzzled 
expression. 
	"Yes honey, just give my feet some deep kisses.  That 
would be the perfect compliment to your wonderful massage.  
Pretty pleasssseee."  She cooed. She sounded so sweetly.  
How could I resist, even if it was out of the ordinary for 
her to ask me to do that.
	I proceeded to kiss the last foot that I'd massaged as 
it was still in my hand.
	I can just imagine how strange I looked on my knees 
doing what I was doing.
	It was easy lavishing wet kisses on the instep and 
toes, but when she directed me to lick and kiss the bottoms 
of her feet, I felt a strange momentary sense of 
subservience.  I just knew it had to be me, because I knew 
that Alice loved me too much too much to even think of 
subjugating me.
	"That was delightful, now the other one."  My wife 
said.
	"As I let go of the foot I'd just orally adored, 
instead of placing it on my shoulder, she used her big toe 
to trace the outline of the modest, but noticeable pole 
tent in my pants.  The touch was rather pleasant, but 
surprised me.
	"My, my, you're rather stiff aren't you honey.  How 
long has it been since you and I had time to get together?"
	"W-Well dear, the fellows have taken up so much of 
your time, and you said you were too sore or tired to give 
me some at other times. It's been two weeks and three days 
since I've last put it in."
	"Oh Albert honey, I didn't mean for you to suffer all 
this time.  Next time sweetie, you go right ahead and jack 
off if you get too horny waiting for me if I'm too busy 
dating or tired out because of the guys screwing me. Ok?  
I'm sure we both agree that their dicks have priority for 
my pussy, especially since if I didn't make myself 
available to them when they wanted me, they'd be tormenting 
and harassing us even more, not to mention mercilessly 
castigating and accusing you of false love for me?  You 
know we can't have that occurring."
	"I-I just wish I-I didn't have to jerk, uh, I mean get 
o-off that..."
	"I know it's been hard for both of us dear, but when 
you're in a struggle with such cunning antagonists as the 
guys, sacrifices have to be made.  After all, do you think 
I like making the sacrifice I make by having you lick their 
fuck juices out of me? I feel totally degraded when I feed 
you a muff full of their jism, but I do it to let them know 
that you aren't phased by them trying to shame us or 
destroy our love with such a lewd act.  No darling, if I 
can relinquish myself the way I have, then certainly you 
can stroke your prick rather than assaulting my tired body 
after I've sacrificed by letting them fuck me until they're 
satiated."
	"I-I see."  I replied softly at my wife's explanation 
and admonition to me.
	"Albert, unbuckle your pants and push them and your 
shorts down.  I want to see your prick."
	I quickly did as she asked.  My level of expectation 
for her to have mercy on me was high.
	"Stroke your cock while you do my other foot.  Don't 
come yet, just do it slowly as you kiss my feet."
	This was more unusual, but with my prick straining and 
the possibility of some hot juicy pussy as a reward, I did 
as I was told.
	Again, as I licked and kissed the sole of her feet, I 
again had this sensation of being putdown by my lovely 
wife.  I was sure it was nothing more than my imagination, 
as the feeling went away as soon as it came, because with 
my wife's obvious and professed concern for me, her running 
roughshod over me was highly unlikely, if not impossible.
	"That's so delightful Darling.  You kissed and tongued 
my feet exquisitely.  I definitely want more of that in the 
future. However, now that we're on this subject of 
sacrifices.  You know the sacrifices I've made to make you 
look good in front of the guys.  You know, to show them 
that you truly love me in spite of how they use me, and at 
the same time that you're above being jealous or insecure 
with your manhood.  I've just thought about all of that and 
realized that you really haven't done something special to 
show me you really love me or appreciate the sacrifices 
I've made for you and the marriage."
	"What?  I-I don't understand?"  I replied, rather 
confused by what she said.
	"Honey, you know this all started out because the guys 
thought your love wasn't deep enough or unselfish enough to 
endure me having their babies or them having their way with 
me.  Remember?"
	I nodded that I understood.
	"I've been having their babies to prove them wrong.  
That is, that you'd still want me after I had their kids 
and would love me just as much as before."
"Or more Alice dear."  I added.
"That's so sweet.  That's why I love you so darling.  
You're so caring.  But that doesn't change the fact that 
the guys and I have simply been screwing and fucking up a 
storm so that I could basically prove your love for me, to 
them.  Now darling, I think you need to do something 
special to prove your love to me."
"Uh... oh, I-I think I see what you mean."  I replied 
very slowly as it sort of came to me what she meant. 	           
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Uh, yes dear, I-I think I do."  I replied.  Even 
though it wasn't totally clear, I didn't want to appear 
dull witted, for I picked up early in our relationship that 
my wife was mentally sharp, along with being beautiful.  
That's why we agreed that she would manage all the 
household finances. 
"Good.  I don't want you to do anything that's 
elaborate, just something that'd show me that you're 
willing to do something special if I ask you to.  Ok?"
I simply nodded agreement. 
	"While you're kneeling, I want you to beat your meat 
for me darling, and then shoot your juice in your cocktail 
glass.  I think it'd be so sexy and intimate for me to sit 
here and watch you do that for me."
	My wife sounded so sensuous as she spoke, as well had 
a strange smile I don't think I've ever seen before.
	I opened my mouth with the intent of protesting.  The 
only word that came out was "But..." However, just as 
quickly, she put her finger to her lips signaling me to be 
quiet.
	"Please, Albert honey, we've had one little 
misunderstanding tonight, lets not go for another.  Please 
be cooperative darling.  Show me you're as caring and 
concerned about my feelings, as I've been about yours. Ok?"
	Her words came out so sincere and heartfelt, I knew I 
had to do whatever she desired of me.
	I slowly started stroking my erection.  It felt good 
to me.  Not as good as her wet warm pussy folds would have.  
However, she and I had been through so much together, I 
know I couldn't bear to disappoint her over something so 
trivial as me masturbating for her. 
	I was really horny, so I knew it wouldn't be long 
until I shot my wad.
	As I was positioning the glass to catch my jism and 
had it position I looked up to see my wife's delicate foot 
in my face.
"Kiss it while you're pulling your peter darling."
 I tilted my head to her extended foot and licked and 
lapped it as she desired and directed me.  A minute or so 
later I came with a impulsive jerk as my balls emptied 
their contents, with so much pleasure to me, into the glass 
I was holding.  I caught every drop and dribble as I shot 
my pent up cum.
"Milk every drop in the glass darling.  That's it."  
My wife said with a sense of urgency as she keenly directed 
my actions.
"There, I think you've got it all.  Not near what Ken 
or the guys shoot, but respectable."
I definitely didn't want to be compared to Ken and the 
guys at that moment, especially as I was enjoying what 
afterglow I could from my sexual relief, even if by my own 
hands.
For me, I had put a sizeable load in the cocktail 
glass.  Over two weeks of stored up spunk, even if it was 
less than half of what Ken normally shot off.  
As I was about to put the glass aside and was thinking 
what a good idea it was to catch my stuff, that is, so as 
not to stain the carpet, my wife stopped me.	
"Darling, the rest of what I want you to do is drink 
it for me.  It would mean so much for me to see you eat 
your own cum, especially after jacking off for me." She 
said in a heavy sexy whispering type voice.
Again, I started to open my mouth.  I'm sure the look 
of protest and surprise was on my face.  Again her finger 
of warning quickly went to her lips.
I kept quiet.
"Honey, please don't spoil this magic moment for me.  
You know I don't ask much of you.  And you know I'm always 
giving of myself to make you look good to the fellows.  
Drink your jism for me.  Besides, you've been swallowing 
the fellow's jism, what's the big deal about eating your 
own?"
I couldn't fault her logic in my emotional state at 
the moment.
I slowly put the glass to my lips with its milky white 
creamy consistency, which was mixed with a bit of the 
martini that was still in the glass
As I drank the mixture, it was easy to tell that even 
with out the martini portion, my cum was not as rich as 
that of her former boyfriends, however, the alcohol did 
make it easier to swallow.  		
I was surprised at my lovely wife wanting me to 
consume the spermy cocktail, but she exhibited the biggest 
smile as I slowly turned the glass up and let the slimy 
contents slide down my throat.  She was so loving and warm 
to me afterwards. 
 As at other such tender or special moments for us, I 
can't hold any residual anger or resentment against her.  I 
guess that's what true love is all about, forgiving and 
forgetting, and of course making sacrifices.

BEING AT PEACE WITH MYSELF

As I lay in bed with my sleeping wife's head on my 
shoulder and my arm around her, I still didn't fully 
understand why Alice wanted me to do what she'd asked of me 
earlier in the evening.  However, she seemed extremely 
pleased at me jerking off and drinking my own jism for her. 
I always try to be cooperative and a good helpmate of a 
husband. But doing that particular thing, to show her I 
loved her, really threw me for a loop.
    	I do wish I'd been able to get off in her lush, wet, 
warm, soft, and furry blond cunt, but that was not to be. 
Since it takes a few days for my sex batteries to recharge, 
I couldn't even get it up even if she was interested in 
letting me have some after I jerked off.  Such is the way 
it is with us less endowed guys.
   	I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that her 
four former boyfriends are going to keep her busy, that is, 
subjecting her to their sexual desires, and that she'll 
have to work me in for sexual intercourse on a non-
interference basis to their needs.  Except, of course, when 
there is a need for me to perform some oral administration 
for her jism soaked, used, well-fucked pussy.  Otherwise I 
have my hands to get off with as my wife had suggested I 
do.
 Sure, I wish it didn't have to be this way, but it's       
rather apparent the guys don't have a high opinion of me as 
a husband worthy of the beautiful creature I married.  I 
know they're going to keep trying to take her away from me. 
If I falter in any manner in not supporting my wife as 
she's demonstrating to them that we have a very tight and 
dedicated love for each other, they will succeed. So in 
that regard, I've come to the conclusion that I have to do 
what I have to do, that is, to not let them divide our 
dedicated close love for each other.
     	Alice and I had a similar discussion before she 
went to sleep in my arms.
"Honey, I know it's sad that they'll have a higher 
priority on me and my pussy than you.  But we must keep on 
showing a united front in our relationship as we face them. 
Neither of us can be wavering in regard to our 
responsibility to the other. It's pretty clear what I have 
to do to keep their hostility and dirty tricks to a 
minimum, as well as to show that you're very self confident 
in your love for me and that there is not the least hint of 
masculine insecurity on your part.  In other words Albert, 
the more I pretend to be their wanton slut and allow them 
to fuck me, and the more you support me while I'm doing 
this, the better you'll look as a man and worthy husband in 
their eyes."
Her words helped reiterate to me that both she and I 
were doing what was best for our marriage and us. I went to 
sleep quite content and at peace with myself.

THE ROUTINE OF BEING MARRIED

	As part of the daily routine of our marriage, I'm 
consuming a considerable amount of her old boyfriends' 
spent jism.	
In addition to the numerous blowjob loads she kisses 
into my mouth, I'm also continually sucking my wife's used, 
well fucked and filled pussy.
For some reason, the four like seeing me do that over 
and over again. Alice seems to like me showing them how 
good I can clean up her sloppy, semen soaked snatch with my 
mouth, and that I'll do it as often as necessary. I of 
course, do it as continuing proof of our shared deep love.
If I'm lucky, I manage to have normal sexual 
intercourse with my wife about once a month.  The other 
times when I need relief, I have to jack off.  Alice 
encourages me to do that.  
Her former boyfriends still consume a considerable 
amount of her time.  However, they are not as rowdy and 
harassing as they were originally.  I have to agree with my 
wife.  Her time spent with them is an investment in us 
being able to have more peace and stability in our 
marriage, even if I don't get to put it in nowhere as much 
as they do.  On the other hand, I must say I suck her pussy 
far more than they do.  In fact, as I've mentioned before, 
they don't suck it at all.
Alice, of course still goes on dates with them to 
prove that our love is unwavering.  The four still are 
trying to break us apart and fracture our love for each 
other, that is, by demanding sex from her whenever their 
cocks get hard.  But I'm resolute in my love for her, no 
matter how much she puts out for them.
	She's on the pill now, and thinks that we have a large 
enough family, even though she might change her mine about 
us two having a baby later. On a more practical note, I'm 
currently working a part time job in addition to my regular 
job.  I don't think we can afford any more kids. 
Additionally, with such young kids as we have, Alice 
doesn't work since she says she needs to be a full time 
mother to our brood.
Of course we don't ask her four former boyfriends for 
any support.  I don't want them to think we need them in 
any way.  However, we do take any donations they 
occasionally offer.  
	But giving credit due where it's due, they do buy 
birthday, Christmas and other gifts for all "our" kids.
I hope he was bluffing, but Kyle did mention something 
about possibly challenging Alice into having a little girl 
for him.  I also overheard Bob say something similar about 
wanting her to have a son for him.  I cautioned my wife not 
to worry about them offending me in any way.  I told her I 
didn't care what names they called me.  
"Please Alice dear, don't commit the honor of our 
marriage again, just because they get you all riled up, or 
jeer or annoy you over a frivolous or trivial matter."  I 
pleaded with her one day.
She told me that she'd try to restrain her self from 
committing the honor of our love and marriage again.  But 
she warned me.  "There is just so far I'm going to let them 
go in slandering your good name, or trying to shame you or 
our marriage. I don't care how many babies I have to have 
by them, or what despicable sex acts I have to perform for 
them to prove them wrong. Darling, you're the love of my 
life.  I'll do what has to be done."  The patriotic fervor 
and spirit of her words caused me combined joy, pride, 
anxiety, and dread.  I respect her greatly for her 
commitment, but I hope she doesn't give in to their 
juvenile teasing and taunting.
So as can be seen, we're busy raising our family and 
keeping our adversaries, her four former boyfriends, at 
bay, as best we can. Our kids know them as their play 
uncles.  
So, all in all, what started out, as an all out 
assault against our marriage is currently a relatively 
peaceful and somewhat stable accord. I just hope it doesn't 
flare up into a battle again.

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