Wednesday had me back at work with Lori Ann.  Wow, had my life changed since I last saw her.  We got checked in and the other guards left.

"How was your weekend?"  She asked. 

Our weekends are on Monday & Tuesday.

"Pretty good.  Some ups and downs.  But, with some surprises."

"Not for me.  I either work, sleep, or have the kids to watch.  There is never a moment for just me.  Then I talked to my husband in video chat from overseas.  That little blonde clerk he seems to like was standing off behind him watching every word that was said.  I'd like to have the little cunt killed."

"That sounds a little harsh!"

"Not to me!"  Lori Ann reached out and put her hand on my shoulder.  She had never done anything like that.  She even stepped in another half step and grinned up at me.

"You're evil!"

"No, maybe I just have evil thoughts."  She laughed.

She kind of had me with my mouth open.  Between her using the word "cunt" and few minutes ago, touching me, and now hinting about thinking evil thoughts seemed really un-Mormon to me.

Lori Ann sat on the counter and I sat back in my chair.  A truck came in and we got busy for a while after that.  A couple of hours later it was just us again.  I waited for her to start a conversation.  I was lost in thought with images of my wife with whoever this guy might be.  Thinking of her spending the night full of his sperm kept coming forefront in my mind.

"My thigh bothered me a couple of times while we were off."

"Is it trying to cramp now?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Want me to help?"

"Sure!"  Lori Ann pulled of the right shoe and put her foot in my lap.  I pushed her pant leg up to her knee and started working briefly with her foot.  She moved around to indicate she wanted my hands a little further up.  I massaged her calf just a bit and slid my hand past her knee.

When I thought my fingers would run into her garment it wasn't where I expected it to be.  I kept both hands inside her pants and massaged the lower third of her thigh.  Lori Ann was getting all goofy acting and scooted down in her chair towards me.  This put her foot on my cock.  I was praying it would stay down and not embarrass me.

I moved my hands up to mid-thigh and kept working the muscle there.  I didn't know shit about massage and don't think Lori Ann cared.  I had my hand almost to her crotch when she stopped me with her hand.

"What happened to our little garment friend?  I asked.  "I don't feel your Mormon shield."

"I'll tell you what happened.  That little slut in my husband's unit happened.  We went through this once when he cheated on me and I'm sure he is fucking this little cunt.  Meanwhile I am stuck here working this shit job and taking care of his kids while we miss the full income of his regular job."

I was hoping she didn't take the anger out on me.  I didn't now what to say.  She had used the "Cunt" word again and this time added "fucking".  Definitely unexpected.  I assumed she decided to dump the Mormon garment and it's sign of fidelity since her old man wasn't keeping his side of the deal.  It seemed like the only sane thing for me to do was to keep up my massage.

What I ended up with was a hard stare from Lori Ann.  I was afraid to stop moving my hands up and down her thigh.  Her expression softened a little bit.  I returned my attention to where I was just stopped by her a few moments before.  She relaxed and her breath started coming more in a gasp and whimper.  My left hand was about three inches from touching her pussy.  I moved it up slowly until I could feel panty material against my knuckle on my little finger.

"Go ahead and touch my pussy."  It came from almost under her breath.  I could barely understand what she said.

"Are you sure?"

"After ten years of marriage and six children that cocksucker is not going to treat me like that.  No man has every touched me sexually other than him."

I slid my little finger over her panties and ruffled across her pubic hair.

"No ... touch my pussy ... "

My finger hooked under the elastic at the leg hole and touched her pussy hair.  I moved it around until until I felt her slit.  It was damp.  I took my fingers out of the leg and put my hand down the front of her panties.  From my angle and the fabric of the pants restricting me I used my left thumb to rub across her cunt.  My thumb found her clit and she leaned back and arched her back.

I wanted my tongue there, but that couldn't happen in the guard shack.  And, this may be my only chance.  She was really reacting to her clit being rubbed.  I rubbed wider and got my thumb pushing into her cunt opening.

"If he likes little whores and sluts I'll give him one.  Fuck my hot little cunt with your thumb."

I heard her that time.  I went at it.  She had herself so wet I had no problem finger, excuse me, thumb fucking her.  Little squishy noises were coming from inside her as I stroked in and out.  Then we hit the big time.  Lori Ann tried to bite her lip, but screamed anyway as she rocked hard down on my hand and thumb.  She beat on my shoulders.  She started kissing me and tried to swallow my tongue.

"Oh, fuck.  Why did I let you do that to me?"

"I thought you wanted me to do that to you?"

"Oh, I did.  I needed someone so badly."

"I did what I could."

"Oh, shit.  I came big time, didn't I?

A couple of trucks were heading towards our gate.  Lori Ann tidied up the best she could and got her clothes straightened.  I was pretty well all set unless someone questioned why I was sucking my thumb.  The girl had a good taste about her.

As good as she tasted the shack smelled like pussy for about an hour.  True to schedule, old Clint came in a half an hour way too soon.  Out at the cars we kept a respectable distance.

"Don't think you'll get away with doing that just once."

"Don't think I let you get away with you letting me do that just once."

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

When I got home at 8:30 my wife had a dinner ready for me.  Usually it was pizza or hamburgers, but I got a real meal.  We spent the evening together without a mention of sex.  She did act a little more like she was interested though.  It had been her day off.  I had no idea what she had done and she didn't bring it up.

I was more interested in getting back to Lori Ann.  Mostly to see if I was in deep shit, in heaven, or somewhere in between.  We arrived to work at the shack at almost the same time.  I waited in my car for her to get out, then joined her.  We clocked in and waited for the early guards to check out and leave.

"How do you feel about yesterday?"  Lori Ann seemed bubbly.

"I liked work yesterday."

"Me, too."

We clocked into the shack.  We had vehicles lined up at the gate from the beginning and didn't get much slack during the rest of the shift.  Then our supervisor came and stayed with us a couple of hours.  That was kind of freaky.  He had me wondering if maybe there was a camera somewhere I didn't know about.  Nothing odd was mentioned so I guess Lori Ann and I still had jobs and were okay.

By the time he left we were busy the rest of the afternoon.  It was almost time to go home when old Clint showed up about five minutes before crew change.  He had to drive out of his way to get around an accident and was really nervous he would be late.

"Now you know why I always get here early."  He reminded us.

"Thanks, Clint.  See you tomorrow."  I waved and headed to my car.

Lori Ann slowed for me to catch up.

"I got about worked up as much thinking about it as I would getting that thigh massage."

"Maybe tomorrow."

"Okay, we'll try.  You owe me one!"

I wish I knew if she was a tease or wanted it to go further as we went along.  When I got home my wife was already in her nightgown.  She had brought me a couple of burgers, admitting she just got home herself.  By 9 PM she suggested that I might want to take a shower.  Something must be up.

When I got out of the shower she was standing at the foot of the bed naked.  I had just reached for the towel to dry off.

"Do I look any different to you?"

Well she was naked, so the only thing that could be different would be her hair.  It hadn't changed so I felt safe to answer.

"No, I don't think so.  You look the same to me ... you look great."

She turned around and bent over the bed, bending from the waist and putting her cunt in full view.

"How about now?"

"No, still looking good."

Turning back around she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her thighs and really let it open up her pussy slit.

"How about this.  Look the same?"

I couldn't figure out what I missed.  There wasn't a tattoo hidden in her bush or any kind of piercing, of which I would have hated with a passion.

"No, you look exactly the same.  I can't see anything any different about you."

"I didn't think you could."  She moved up to put her head on the pillow and again spread herself wide open.  "I'll just wait for you here until you are ready."

With the show going on I had a rock hard boner before I got dried off.  I went onto the bed and got between her legs.  I looked at her open cunt and gave a thought about how I had loved to eat her out.  Yet, right at the bottom of her slit there seemed to be some pearl colored moisture.

I moved up and like a couple of nights before, I poked at her snatch with the head of my dick.  I don't know why I had always let her guide me.  I just nuzzled the head between her outer lips and the head popped right through.  A few easy strokes and I was all in.  Making short strokes I could feel the fluids washing around the head of my cock.  Her cunt was soaking wet inside.

There wasn't any doubt in my mind that she had just fucked the other guy and was giving me sloppy seconds ... again.  It was different.  Different in a good way.  It wasn't sloppy.  Just super slick.  Her cunt walls still gripped my cock like always before.  Just this time was different.  Different, I hate to admit, in a better way.  She was a better fuck if I wasn't first to get my load in there.

My wife was really in to it.  Moan and groaning, begging me to fuck her, and fuck her harder.  She came a couple of times with me fucking her.  Who knows how many times with the first man in her tonight.

"Oh, I really love that?"

"Love what?"

"I love you fucking me that way.  Do you like it?"

I did.  I, also, realized she was getting a kick out of fucking some other guy before fucking me and not letting on that she was swimming in sperm inside and thinking I wouldn't notice.  I didn't care.  It was kind of exciting.  I was getting a lot more pussy than I had been.  To go along with that my wife had not been that hot for fucking in a long time.  My thoughts on the whole thing was when did she starting screwing around on me?  I needed to answer her question.

"I do like it.  You make it really special."

"Would you say it is better than when we used to do it?"

"Yes, it is better.  You get so much wetter now."  I tried to cast a little bait with my comment.

"Oh, I'm a lot wetter in there now compared to then."  My wife laughed really hard.  Getting her thoughts back to me plunging into her twat she got to humping back on my dick like her life depended on it.

I got into it, too.  She would move so I could feel my cock hitting the end of her vagina.  Whomever she was fucking apparently didn't have a dick any or much bigger than my own.  I was relieved to know that.  We both started to cum at the same time.  I added my load to her slippery gash and held myself buried inside her.  My seed mixing with that of her lover.

Again this time she wanted to remain in the bed with her cum filled pussy.  Again, I looked at her wet hole and took my finger and pushed some inside her that had trickled out.  Again, I watched the original puddle slip back inside her as she thrust he hips to were her cunt lips were almost straight up.  The last little drip I had guided into her went out of site into her pinkness.

I went to the bathroom to clean up.  When I came out she was still laying with her pussy rocked upward.

"Can I get you a washcloth so you can clean yourself up?"

"No, I think I'll stay like this for a while.  If you want to watch TV go head.  I may come sit with you later."

I was kind of tired.  Maybe if I went to bed I can see how long she would lay like that.  I hope at her age she isn't hoping that either my seed or this other guy she fucked would get her pregnant.  I don't care which of us knocked her up.  If she has a baby from this I'm putting her on the street where she belongs.

I got in bed and kissed her goodnight.  I got a mouth full of tongue and a kiss that told me she would have another go if I was up to it.  I played with her nipples.  Within seconds they were sticking up hard like marbles.  I ran my hand over her pussy expecting it to be slick from leaking cum.  There wasn't a bit.  She still had it all inside her.

After a couple of feels I laid on my side and pretended I was ready to go to sleep.  About ten minutes later I heard her whisper.

"Are you asleep yet?'

"No, not really.  Almost through." I lied.  "What's up?"

"I've decided to shave my pussy!"

"You mean now?"

"No, I think I'll do it in the morning when I shower before going to work."

"Okay.  I remember when we were younger I wanted you to shave your pussy and you wouldn't do it."

"Well, now I've decided that I want to shave it.  It's my idea.  My pussy.  I'll do what I want with it!"

Boy I'll say she is doing what she wants with it.  If she's decide on her own to let someone else fuck her I'm sure shaving her pussy wouldn't be up for discussion.  I won't let on, I love her pussy hair, but the idea of seeing it naked was getting me hard.

The next morning I woke with her still in bed, her ass still in such a position as to elevate her cunt hole.  I did an half roll and said good morning.  I went right to her snatch with my hand.

"Whoa!  No sticky cum this morning on you or the bed.  Did you wash up after I went to sleep?"

"What I did was lay here and feel it all pool at at my cervix, then on into me.  I think I got all of it to seep into my womb.  I like the way it feels.  All warm and slippery and knowing I must have a billion sperm deep inside me."

"Are you trying to get pregnant at our age?"

"You don't pay attention, do you?  I'm done having babies.  I'm forty-six.  I haven't had a period in over a year!"

"Oh, I wondered why I it hadn't been mentioned in quite a while." 

That was a relief.  I won't have a kid that looks like the Bishop or some other stranger.

She went into the bathroom while I continued to lay in the bed.  I heard the sound of scissors snipping.  She was doing it.  She was trimming her pussy to make it easier to shave.  I could see her stooped over, her back to me, her right elbow moving around to work the scissors. 

My wife got into the shower without even a glance to me.  I could see a pile of the pussy hair where she had pushed it into a pile on the countertop.  I went to the doorway of the bathroom to look at it.  I had liked the look of her bush for thirty years and here was the most of it neatly gathered.  I could see her movements though the shower door glass.  I was soon to have a wife with a bald pussy.

She came out of the shower drying off with the towel.  I had never left the doorway.

"How do it go?" 

She looked up quickly, not expecting me to be standing there.

"Oh, pretty good I think." 

She moved the towel to show me her handiwork.  She had done it.  Shaved every bit of it.  It look like a little girl's pussy on a full grown woman.

"Looks nice.  Really sexy!"

I probably would have knocked her over and buried my face in her cunt had we not just had the conversation about the billion sperm inside her.  She put on her bra and slip and reached into the closet for the dress she would wear that day.  She dropped it over her shoulders and let it fall into place.

As we started out of the room I nodded towards the clean panties she taken from her dresser, but had left on the bed.

"Do you think you'll need those?"

"Oh, maybe.  I still have all that sperm inside that may try to get out.  I can put them on if I feel a trickle."

She put her panties on the kitchen table while she put on her make up.  I made her a couple of toaster waffles for breakfast.  All ready to go, she started out, leaving the panties still by her plate.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh, God!  Honey thanks.  I love you!" 

She gave me a lingering kiss and turned to leave.

"Hey, don't I even get to check out the new look down there?"

"Oh, sure, grab a feel."

She lifted her dress, exposing her bare cunt lips, slightly parted in the middle.  I ran a finger across her slit and cupped the smooth softness of her pussy mound in my hand.  She dropped her dress back down and left to get into her car.  Very hard to believe that was my wife.  She waved with her panties in her hand as she started backing out of the driveway.

I always enjoyed her company, but this was just God Damned outrageous.  I loved it.  I didn't care who it was that was fucking her.  This was absolutely fun!  I picked the newspaper up from the yard and went back into the house.

My mind wasn't on the news as the idea of Mary Beth going to work with her nothing under her dress and a cum load from two of us buried, I guess, in her womb.  I got a little tickled at the idea of some sperm leaking out and someone slipping on it, causing a fall at the store.

It was back to work day.  I thought of Mary Beth the most of the morning as I loafed around and prepared to be on shift at noon.  On the way to the shack I wondered if Lori Ann would be up to another leg massage if time permitted.  I was a little bit early and Lori Ann was already there.  The crew from the earlier shift had gone, leaving us alone.

"I thought of you while we were off.  I worried what I would do if I got another thigh cramp."

"Really?  I thought about your thighs."  I teased.

"It's not funny.  Actually my thigh a little sore now."

"I don't see any traffic.  How about I massage it now?"

I was all for it.  Lori Ann took off her shoe and put her foot in my lap like she had done before.  I massaged her foot a little and then moved to her calf.

"I didn't tell you my leg was sore.  It's my thigh!"  She pointed about 4 inches below her pussy.

Working my way up her bare thigh I was glad she wasn't wearing her garment.  Even a better surprise, she had her legs open and no panties.  Without yet even a kiss between us I slipped my thumb into her open cunt.  The girl was wet.

"Ahh, that's what I've needed so much.  Finger fuck me.  Make me cum!"

Lucky for her, no vehicles approached the shack.  I made her cum on my hand three times.  I don't know what she considered cheating on her husband, but to me it looked like she was well on her way to getting even.

"Oh, shit.  You made me so wet.  Hand me a couple of those paper towels."

"I have a better idea ... "

"What kind of an idea?"

"You'll have to lower your pants a little to find out."

"Really?  I'm not sure I can let you do that.  Not here.  My husband hasn't even done that it years."

"It would only be fair ... after all ... "  I motioned to her crotch."

"I don't think we should."

"Just let me get down there.  Let me give it a kiss and get a taste of it.  Then all you have to do is say stop."

Lori looked around the yard area.  "I can't believe I'm doing this!'

She dropped her pants to the floor, moving her knees apart to give me good access.  I looked at her hairy cunt.  Her juices were leaking out of her pussy.  I stuck my tongue in her slit and licked upward.  Then gave it the kiss.  She smelled and tasted really good.  I wanted more.  She didn't say stop and I wasn't going to stop anyway.

Her bush got my first attention.  I sucked on the hair and stripped her girl cum off it.  Then I went to her slit and began to scoop out the wetness with my tongue.  She was moaning and rocking her cunt at my face while making little moaning sounds.

"Oh, fuck.  Eat my fucking cunt!"

So much for being the loyal Mormon wife.  I sucked on the lips from one side of her pussy and then the other, quickly moving up to nip her clit and sucked it between my lips.  Lori Ann started cumming.  Cumming a lot.  I hope she was watching for  anyone on the lot, but really didn't give a fuck if someone did come up on us or not.

By then I had to get my tongue back in her hairy little gash to get the next load of her cum that was gushing out of her.

"Stop!  Stop!  Stop!  Stop it!"

I thought someone was about to catch us.  Instead she had all she could take and was really out of control.  I had her convulsing and gasping for breath.  Definitely not a good time if someone had driven up.

"Jesus Christ!  What did you do to me?  I've never cum like that!"  She pulled up her pants and fastened them.

"I told you I was going to clean you up.  I didn't hear you say stop."

"After your tongue went in me I didn't want you to stop."

"You really taste good."

"I can't believe you even sucked my cum from my pussy hair."

My thoughts went back to Mary Beth shaving her pussy that morning and going off to work bare assed naked under her dress.  I wondered what she was doing now.  I got my mind back on track and answered Lori Ann.

"I guess you could shave it.  It would make it easier for me to clean.  I could just lick your smooth pussy to clean you up.  I could spend more time getting my tongue inside."

"Why, you evil man.  How can you talk to a lady in such a way?"

It was still just the two of us.  No one was in sight.  I'd like to have played with her tits.  Hell, I really wanted to fuck her!  It didn't seem like that was going to happen.  Not today anyway.  Maybe she wanted to justify cheating on her husband in her own mind.  Depending on what she considered faithful, she really hadn't screwed another man ... yet.

It was sure the next seven hours or so wouldn't go so well as the first hour had gone.  Vehicles did start coming in and it got real steady.  Before we knew it Old Clint was parking by the building.  It was almost time to go home.

Once arriving home it was good to see that Mary Beth was waiting for me.  She was still wearing the dress she wore to work.  I kissed and hugged her hello.  She buried her tongue in my mouth.  I put my hand under the skirt of her dress and went to reach between her legs to touch her shaved pussy.  She was wearing her panties.

"Oh, we have our panties on, do we?  Did your sperms finally start to leak out?"

"No, not exactly.  I got a refill!  As far as I know the others are still deep up inside me."

"What do you mean a refill?"

"Okay, you know you've been getting seconds.  I am so wet when we have sex.  We agreed that my pussy isn't any different from me fucking another man.  Just that his cum makes me wetter and hornier.  I think we agreed it was good for both of us.  I just haven't mentioned it directly or said anything about who the other man is."

"So, who is the other man?"

"I'm not going to tell you that.  Today was something new.  The regional store director comes in every couple of weeks and checks on the three stores in this area.  He stays overnight.  Every time he sees me he hits on me and make little remarks about how much I would appreciate a man like him.  Last month he invited me to his hotel room after work.  I turned him down."

"But, not today?"

"No, not today.  He started in on me and I went right for it.  I called his bluff.  He grabbed at my ass and I stood my ground.  When he said nice dress I told him there was nothing on me under it.  He used his hand to see for himself.  Within seconds he was fingering my slit and I was shoving my tongue down his throat.  He made me cum in the storage room."

"God, I can't believe you are telling me this.  Did you let him fuck you?"

"Of course I did.  At his hotel after work."

"What was it like?"

"His cock was nice.  About the size of yours, maybe bigger, but not much.  It was kind of different that he had not been circumcised.  He ate my freshly shaved pussy before he fucked me.  If only he knew how much cum was already inside.  If I leaked any he didn't say anything.  He made me cum several times.  He managed to cum in me twice.  Except for a little spot in my panties it's still all in there."

"It seems so unreal that you did this, and even more unreal that you would tell me."

"When I did it I was thinking of how hot and horny I would get when I got home and you would fuck me and add you cum to his.  Didn't we silently agree to this?"

"Maybe not to this extreme.  Didn't you screw one guy yesterday and now this guy today?"

"Yesterday was local.  Today was a once in a while opportunity.  And, fucking the boss can't be that bad of an idea.  I may get assistant manager because I know they aren't happy with the one they have now."

"Okay, I know who the guy was today.  Who is your local giving you the first load?"

"I'm not ready to say.  It's kind of complicated.  But, if and when I do tell you will have to act like you do not know anything about it.  I don't want you acting strange when we are around him or his wife.  Mainly because I don't want him to know that you know that he has been fucking me.  He'll be afraid the word will get out and that not be a good thing for him, or for us for that matter."

That was a pretty strong clue.  It sounds like it would have to be the Bishop.  I really wished it had been just about anyone else but that prick.  She was kind of flirty with the guy at the bank when we refinanced our home mortgage.  I'd feel better if it were him.  He was nice and we saved almost $400 per month on our house payment.

What the hell.  She was fucking someone other than me and the results were that she was a lot more relaxed than before and the sex was terrific.  Getting a cunt full before I fucked her turned her on like I had never seen before.  If I had my choice it would be just me and her.  Even though the sex had almost disappeared between us before she cheated on me.

"Why don't you go shower.  I'll make you some supper.  Then we can try out this little shaved pussy of mine to see how you like it.  If that's still alright with you."

"Yeah, I think we can do that.  I'm anxious to see what runs out after we are done."

If she had taken three loads and still had it in there the cum from last night must be buried in her womb.  Either that or it's washing out when she takes a piss and doesn't notice it.  I adjusted the shower water and stepped into the spray.  The hot water felt good.  After almost 30 years of marriage I couldn't believe what Mary Beth and I were about to do ... again.

The shower was a good idea.  If my wife I taken a deep whiff when she kissed me I was going to have to tell her I had fish tacos for lunch.  I could smell Lori Ann's pussy on me and really hated to wash off the aroma.  Talking with my wife about her sexual adventures had barely caused a stir in my pants, but the idea of eating out Lori Ann had me fully erect and rock hard.

What a week.  Down on my luck financially and with a shit job I was finally again doing my wife after a couple of months of no pussy,  And, was having a hell of a good time with Lori Ann.  I'm sure Mary Beth will be reaping the rewards of that within the hour.

I dried off from the shower and put on a T-shirt and boxers.  Mary Beth had finished cooking and we sat across the kitchen table from each other.  The food was good.  Oddly enough, after telling me about letting the regional manager fuck her she started telling me a story about some menial things that had happened at work during the day.

Figuring that I should tell a story as well I mentioned working in the yard a little and couple of things that happened at my work.  The thing I didn't tell her was about Lori Ann, that fabulous pussy of hers and how I tried to bury my face in it to my ears.

Mary Beth ran some water in the sink to wash the dishes.  She washed and I stood beside her and dried and put them away.  I played a little grab ass as we finished up.

"Hey, mister.  Are you ready for bed already?"

"It's up to you.  I can wait.  But, I do want to get to you bald little snatch and feel the cum you've collected swirl around my dick when I put it in you."

"I'm really ready.  But, let's watch television until the news comes on.  Sort of let the pot boil, if you know what I mean."

We sat together on the couch.  She put her feet up and in my lap.  Whoa, a sharp reminder of Lori Ann at work.  There wasn't anything I could do not to get hard thinking about what she had let me do so far.  My hardon did not go unnoticed.

"So, I am getting to you!"  My wife's voice caught me off guard.  I had almost forgotten she was there.

"Oh, yeah, Babe.  Thanks for noticing!"  She was silent for a while as we watched TV.

"Jack?  Are we okay?"

"Okay with what?"

"You know, are we okay.  I let other men fuck me.  I just wondered if we are okay.  I don't want to lose you.  Any time you want me to quit I can.  After the next month or so anyway.  I do want to get that promotion and I need to finish what I started a couple of weeks ago."

"This is how new this is?  Just this guy today and the other guy you started doing a couple of weeks ago?  Do you think that is going to be it?"

"I don't know.  A month ago I never thought I would have done this and we would be having this conversation."

"Uh huh, me neither!  Right now if you experiment a little more I guess it is alright with me.  If it affects us as a couple I think then we should quit.  Don't be going out a finding some guy with a giant cock that ruins you for me."

"Oh, I don't think would happen.  You size cock is fine with me!"

In a few minutes the news came on and we went to bed.  Mary Beth reached over, got the pillow  and put it under her ass.  She flopped her legs open and looked at me as if to ask what was I waiting for.  Her hairless cunt looked amazing.  Her inner lips far outreaching from her outer ones.  Moist and slick a small trickle of cum was trying to escape their grasp.

Looking deeper into her vagina I could see a good amount of cum inside her from her earlier adventure.  I was ready to shove in and start pumping away.  As I aimed my prick at her slit she stopped me.

"With my ass in the air I can feel his cum slide back down inside me.  Let me lay her a little bit and it should go past my cervix if we wait."

"Where did the other all go?  I mean from your friend yesterday and then me last night.  Today you said your from out of town buddy dumped two loads in you."

"I can feel it squishy inside me.  I think most of it has gone into my uterus or maybe my womb.  I have been clenching down trying to keep it from escaping."

I was still looking down at her shaved crotch.

"I don't see what was there just a few minutes ago.  Jesus Mary Beth where is it all going?"

"It's still moving deeper.  I can feel it all warm and slick in there."

She had me wait some more.

"So, what's the the deal with shaving your pussy?  Was that for the new guy today?"

"No, I thought we would like it and it would be easier for me to clean up afterwards.  I didn't expect the big boss to be in until tomorrow."

"But, either way, you say you planned on screwing him when you saw him next?"

"Yes, I figured it would be yet another guy in there ahead of you.  You liked it before, didn't you?  Come on.  I'm ready for you now!  Put it in my shaved little cunt."

I could feel him ... or us inside her.  My cock went in her to the hilt.  I started sawing my cock in and out.  There wasn't a lot of cum, but it still made her wet and she had her heels on my ass like she was trying to force more of me in her.

"Oh, that feels so good going in and out of me.  Now that we are doing it I do think the boss was a little bigger!"

"Jesus Christ Mary Beth!  Thanks a lot.  What to you mean bigger?"

"I don't know.  Maybe just a little thicker, but longer."

"Longer?"  I was in a panic.  "How much longer?"

"Shit!  I don't know.  I guess two inches.  When he came in me I felt the spurt a couple of inches deeper in me than you are going now."

As much as I hated the idea of her taking on a bigger cock than mine I felt myself start to well up in my balls and sent a load into her cunt with my dick buried as deep as it could go.

"Oh, fuck, Jack, but that feels so good.  I love you so much."

She had the look on her face she gets when she cums.  Yet, I had to wonder now if she was faking it and wanted the bigger cock her boss had rammed into her.

"That was good.  Why did you have to tell me his cock was bigger right when I was fucking you?"

"It didn't seem to bother you any.  You were cumming right after I said something about it.  And, he did, he put his cum in me farther than you just did."

Fucking slut wife!  That's what I was deep in my mind.  You could be remorseful in admitting to cheating with another man.  You would have to be mean spirited to tell you husband the other guy's cock was bigger.  Of course, her whole fucking family was mean.  Why should she be any different?  I was thinking though that I wouldn't mind seeing a cock that big working it's way into her.

I got up to go wash off.  I looked back at Mary Beth's smooth pussy lips.  It made me think of how she would look as a preteen.  Also, with the thought that a crack whore could shave herself clean as well.  Fucking bitch!  I left her with her ass elevated on the pillow as I did the night before.  Another load to slip toward her womb.

When I came back she had stayed on the pillow.  The difference was that she was up on her elbows making all of the sights and sounds as if she were trying to take a shit without getting out of the bed.  Good God, if only the good folks in the church ward could see her now.

"Mary Beth?  What the fuck are you doing?  I'm, not helping you clean up that mess if you are thinking about shitting on the pillow."

She laughed at what I was thinking.

"No, I'm not taking a shit.  I'm bearing down to push the cum out of me."

I stepped to the foot of the bed.

"Looks like you have a pretty good glob welled up in there.  It's about to run down the crack of your ass."

"I don't want it to do that ... bring me the bathroom glass."

The bathroom glass was a plastic tumbler.  It would probably hold about eight ounces of liquid.  I really wanted to see what was about to happen.  Then again, I wouldn't be drinking from that thing ever again.  I took it and handed it to my wife.

She held it to the bottom of her splayed cunt and used the edge to capture the bit that had trickled down.  Then she pushed and grunted, filling the glass to half full with just one effort.  Satisfied she wouldn't leak any more she butt crawled to the foot of the bed.  Stopping with her ass on the edge of the bed.  Her cunt opening settled back over the glass.

Mary Beth sent a little stream of old and new cum into the glass, filling it another quarter to the rim.  Another little grunt and wiggle took half of the remaining space.  Supposedly she had been holding cum inside her womb, uterus, pussy, or wherever from three of us fucking her.  I don't know where it went or where it had been, but it looked like sure as fuck it was coming out now.

My wife was holding the almost full glass with both hands as she worked a little more sperm into it.  She stopped when it looked like the glass could hold no more.  My brain kind of exploded at the sight of it.  The I tried to decide if I should empty the glass for her or run to the kitchen for another one ... maybe one bigger!

The question got answered more quickly than I could figure out.  My wife ... that had never even let me think about cumming her mouth looked at the glass in her hand and raised it to her lips.  Realizing what was about to happen I had to steady myself to keep from falling on my ass.

With a sparkle in her eye and a hint of a smile on her lips Mary Beth looked me in the eyes and took a big drink of the cum mixture into her mouth.  She didn't swallow it right away.  The glass was a quarter less full now.  Still never taking her eyes off my face she opened her mouth and showed me the sticky mess inside. 

She swallowed and looked for my approval as she opened her mouth to show it mostly empty, but with traces of the load she had taken down her throat.  She closed her mouth and looked at me.  She had a mustache of cum above her lips just as if she had just consumed a vanilla malted.  First, I'll never use that glass again and second, it's going to be really hard to kiss her.

Mary Beth used her tongue to clean her upper lip and raised the glass for another drink.  This time leaving the glass half empty.  She squished the cum around in her mouth as if she were using mouth wash.  Even though at this time I don't think there is enough real mouthwash in the world for this situation.

By now I expected her to finish the rest.  Instead the glass went back to her slit just in time to catch another batch that seemed to roll out of her cunt.  A little more effort provided a little more sticky seed.  As the glass appeared to fill to the rim again it seemed Mary Beth finally had pushed all of the mixture cum out of herself.

With the glass full again, rather than chug down a quarter of it at a time she started to sip it into her mouth.  A couple of sips and she opened her mouth to show me.  It was like she was enjoying a glass of fine wine.  When she had pretty much drained all she could down her throat she raked her finger inside the glass to capture the remainder.  Slowly sucking her finger clean.

It was kind of like a horror movie when one of the character appears to be normal and loving until the end.  Then transforms into a hideous monster.  Mary Beth was kind of like that.  My lovely bride of all those years spawned into a cum guzzling slut.

Had I been a better Mormon I could have gone to my Bishop for advice.  But, wait I guess that's where the trouble started.  My wife got up to pee and came back to bed.  She didn't wash her pussy or even get a drink to rinse out her mouth.  She, also, didn't ask me for a kiss goodnight.

Moments later she had rolled to her side and drifted off to what must have been a pretty contented sleep.  Laying there awake I was still trying to figure out what happened to us the past few days.  Mary Beth muttered something.  Probably from dreamland.  Then she rolled on her back.  A few minutes she flopped her legs wide open while she slept.  No doubt dreaming someone, probably not me, had crawled between her thighs and was shoving a hard cock into her hairless slit.  Draining his balls into her waiting snatch.

The next morning I remained in bed.  I listened to her clean up in the bathroom whilst wondering how much more cum might have trickled its way out.  She spent a lot of time in the shower.  Funny thing though, I didn't hear her brush her teeth.  I watched her dress as I pretended to sleep.  After all these years she looked really good.  Maybe servicing three men added to her glow.

Not wanting to face her I hoped she would go directly to work.  Instead she came back into the bathroom and finally brushed her teeth.  When she went for the mouthwash I wanted to shout out that it wouldn't do any good.  My wife stopped by my side of the bed and spoke.

"If the boss asks me out to dinner before he flies home to his wife for the weekend I'm going to try to get him back to his hotel room instead.  If you're lucky I may have another treat for us tonight when you get home.  And, you may be fucking the new assistant manager."

"Good luck ... I guess."

She bent over and kissed me on the cheek.  This might be a good morning to skip breakfast.  I showered until the hot water ran out and still could have showered some more. 

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