sluttyjimmy Posted October 2 Report Posted October 2 Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again! 6 1 9 1 Quote
plisken Posted October 2 Report Posted October 2 Nice and hot. Bright idea and I like your description og the actual fucking Quote
Ready2DoThis Posted October 6 Report Posted October 6 This will be my new fantasy the next time I get a massage. Quote
barekinkfun Posted October 8 Report Posted October 8 Now we gotta hear about these other kinky ways of giving other men’s cum to the husband. Quote
sluttyjimmy Posted Friday at 10:43 AM Author Report Posted Friday at 10:43 AM (edited) The thought of my husband unknowingly eating his massage therapist's cum out of my freshly fucked hole a few days earlier made me so incredibly horny. Because I like variety, I craved feeding another guy's nut to my oblivious husband without him realizing it. My husband worked at a local hospital from 6pm to 6am on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, which was great because he worked while I slept, which gave us a lot of time to spend together during the weekend. It also provided me with great opportunities to cruise for guys on weekends while he worked, frequently hooking up with guys heading home from the bars in the middle of the night. I fucking love middle-of-the-night sex when all the sane people are home sleeping and it is very hot to have sex with guys who are both horny and tipsy from a night out at the bars. I slept for a while, setting my alarm for 2am on Sunday morning, so I could sign onto some of my cruising apps, not knowing how long it would take to find a top. It was just about 3am when a top sent me a message confirming he needed to host and that he wanted to fuck me full of cum. As my husband would not return home from work until about 6:30am, so I had plenty of time. If anything, I was concerned it might be too much time and I wondered if I should wait until closer to my husband's arrival home from work to have the anonymous sperm donor deposit his load inside my fuck hole. I ultimately took the top's address and got my hole ready, rationalizing I could use a butt plug to keep his load in my warm hole until right befor my husband arrived home from work and I replaced it with my dildo. As I prepared to leave, I grabbed one of my butt plugs and stuck it in the side pocket of my cargo shorts so I could push it up my hole once this guy's load was deposited. When I arrived, I realized the guy lived in a low-income apartment building operated by the City that was down the hill from the hospital where my husband worked. The building was 10 stories tall and had about 150 studio apartments. I walked into the building and told the African American security guard I was there to visit Ramon in unit 708. He called Ramon to confirm I was a legitimate visitor, and that it was ok to send me up. The guard looked at my driver’s license and had a gleam in his eye as he had me sign the logbook and then escorted me to the elevator. The security guard swiped his badge inside the elevator and pressed “7” and said, “Have fun, Jimmy M*****LL!” as he stepped out of the elevator and turned to walk back to his desk. I felt a bit over-exposed and vulnerable, given I was about to cheat on my husband with a stranger, after having shown the security guard my photo ID with my name and address, and him calling me by my first and last name as he sent me on my way to get fucked full of cum. It was almost as if he knew. I was on a mission, however, and I felt my pucker hole twitch in anticipation as I knocked on the door to unit 708. Ramon answered the door wearing a white wife beater t-shirt with the phrase “sex is my cardio” imprinted on it, and was naked otherwise except for a pair of socks. Ramon was a Hispanic guy in his early 40s. He was goodlooking, but had a beer belly on him. He also had a banana-shaped schlong that was easily 9” long and as I entered his studio, I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt, leaving on my running shoes and athletic socks. Ramon told me to lie on my back with my ass over the arm of his large overstuffed chair and to lift my legs high and wide. Ramon was significantly taller than me, so the arm of his chair put my hole at a perfect height for his cock while having my shoulders and head against the seat cushion about six inches lower than my ass, and gravity holding me in place. Ramon loogied on my hole and unceremoniously pushed his cock inside. He pushed in with one fluid motion, and I felt the curve of his cock burrowing deep inside of me. I moaned as he went balls deep and he immediately started to pull his cock out again. He pulled it out, leaving just the tip inside, and then pushed it all the way back in in a fluid motion and kept that rhythm going repeatedly. I was in my own little world as Ramon fucked me, my pucker hole savoring every thrust and withdrawal. I was broken from my trance when Ramon said, “Is Jimmy Papi’s puta?” I did not know what “puta” meant at that moment (I found out later it means “slut" in Spanish,) but I was not about to disagree and jeopardize having Ramon's amazing cock up my ass. As Ramon continued to fuck me, he became more verbal. He told me he was “fucking Jimmy’s pussy” and that he was going to “make Jimmy's pussy nice and puffy.” As Ramon fucked me further and my hole opened up, he started to pull his cock completely out of my hole only to shove it all the way back in. My pucker hole remained open and eagerly awaited his cock's reentry. At one point, Ramon told me he was going to knock me up and send me home with his load. I intuitively responded, “Fuck yeah! And I am gonna feed my husband your fucking load right out of my ass!” His cock spasmed deep inside of me as he asked, “Say what?!” I explained to Ramon as he continued his long strokes, that when my husband got home from work, I was going to have him eat my ass and I was going to push Ramon’s load out of my ass and into my husband's mouth so he could swallow it all down. Ramon responded, “Man, your husband is into some kinky shit!” to which I told Ramon that I was the kinky one and my husband had no fucking clue that he was going to eat Ramon’s nut. “What the fuck do you mean ‘he’s not going to know he’s eating my fucking nut out of your pussy?!'" as he continued to fully skewer me with his brown banana. I explained through labored breaths about the lube I had that smells and feels and tastes like cum. I also explained using my dildo to justify my open hole so my husband would not suspect that I was fucked by other guys. While Ramon looked at me in disbelief, I explained to him that my husband had a lot of book smarts but no common sense. I was going to make my husband believe he’s eating the lube that smells and feels and tastes like cum, while he actually gobbled down Ramon’s nut. With that, Ramon pushed his cock in to the hilt, and yelled, “You kinky cheating puta!” as I felt his cock pulsate repeatedly and he nutted deep inside of me. Once Ramon pulled out, I got on my knees and cleaned his cock like a good little slut, before reaching into the pocket of my cargo shorts and pulled out the egg-shaped black butt plug I brought with me. I held it up to Ramon and asked, “Would you mind?” He held out his hand with a smirk on his face, as I turned around and bent over. Once firmly inserted, I stood up, pulled on my shorts, thanked Ramon for his load, and headed to the elevator. When the elevator door opened on the main level, the security guard was sitting at his desk and smiled at me. He asked, “Did you have fun Jimmy M*****LL?” using my first and last name again. He stood up and walked around the side of the desk saying, “Come with me, Jimmy M*****LL,” to which I cautiously followed him to a nearby door. He turned on the light to a small office and put his hand on my shoulder to guide me inside. As I heard the door click closed, he stood behind me, putting his huge hands on my hips and forcefully yanked down my cargo pants without unbuttoning them, subsequently ripping the front button off. My shorts fell to my ankles as I heard the security guard whose name I did not know, unzip the fly on his pants. I felt his fingers go to my hole and him warn “you best keep all that nut inside your hole” as he yanked out the butt plug. I did my best hold Ramon’s cum inside of me as I felt the head of the security guard’s cock push inside, becoming the newest butt plug up my ass and completely trapping Ramon’s seed inside. The security guard’s cock was thick and unlike Ramon’s steady in-and-out rhythm, this man’s cock took Jimmy’s hole for a hard ride. He held on to my hips and fucked me like a fucking rag doll, not giving me time to adjust or even take a breath. He rode me like a fucking bitch in heat until I heard him moan and loudly grunt, saying “take my nut you cheating slut!” His cock was buried deep inside of me as I felt the ropes of his cum spray inside and he marked his territory. After a few minutes, his breathing returned more toward normal, and I could finally catch my breath. He pulled his cock out of my hole, put his hand against the small of my back and pushed me so I was bent over at my waist. I heard him say “fucking slut” as he crammed the egg-shaped butt plug back in my open hole. He then used his big hands to spin me around and push me down so I could properly clean my butt juices and some of Ramon’s cum off of his cock. As I stood up, he zipped himself up and I reached for my shorts. Once back on me, my shorts were loose at the waist due to my missing button, but I did not bother looking for it. The security guard ushered me out of the room, now that I had no further purpose. I looked totally disheveled as I walked like I had been thoroughly fucked, partially due to the butt plug up my ass, but also because I had just been thoroughly fucked. As I walked to the main entrance to leave, he yelled over, “Tell your husband Smitty says “Bon Fucking Appetit!” Ramon must have shared my deceitful plan with the security guard while I rode the elevator down to the main floor and Smitty took full advantage of the opportunity without even asking. By the time I got home, I had time to shower and freshen myself up. I grabbed the bottle of “cum-like” lube and my dildo. I set my alarm for about 15 minutes before I expected my husband home and dozed in the meantime. When the alarm went off, I went to the bathroom and gently pulled out the butt plug, diligently washing it with soap and hot water so I could return it to my nightstand. I crawled into bed and inserted the dildo, pushing it in and out several times. I positioned myself on the bed so I was lying at a diagonal so my head was on my pillow, but my ass was on toward the center of the bed, with my legs over on my husband’s side. I laid the bottle of lube on the bed near my ass and the dildo, and I covered myself with the bedding and turned off the light, now patiently waiting… I heard the electric garage door and my husband entered our house. I started to breath more deeply and evenly, giving the appearance I was asleep. I heard my husband enter our bedroom and quietly undress. He pulled up the covers to climb into his side of the bed, which was impossible given the position of my legs. He felt my legs with his hand and moved it up until he got to my ass and briefly squeezed my ass cheek until he felt the dildo sticking out of my ass. He grabbed the dildo, pushing it in and pulling it out for a bit, as I started to moan, "waking up" and showing my appreciation for the attention to my ass. My husband pulled the dildo out of my ass and I heard it plunk down onto the carpet next to the bed. With that, I felt both of my husband’s hands on my ass cheeks, as he pulled them apart and I felt his face against them, and then his tongue against my hole, startling to lick my wet used pucker hole. I moaned at the thought of my husband’s ability to curl the tip and sides of his tongue upward, making it hard and curved like a fucking spoon, and him unknowingly scooping up the beginning of Ramon’s and Smitty’s combined loads and depositing them into his mouth. My unsuspecting hubby then swallowing them and having two strangers' nuts slide down his throat, ultimately making his tummy feel more full than when he arrived home. I meanwhile continue to push the reminder of Ramon's and Smitty's large loads out of my hole with more force. I moan louder, asking my husband if he enjoyed the taste of the lube, like I did when he unknowingly ate his massage therapist's load out of my ass a few days before. After he responded, “Fuck yeah!,” I could not help but say “Bon Fucking Appetit!” Edited Friday at 10:46 AM by sluttyjimmy 2 4 2 Quote
sluttyjimmy Posted Saturday at 04:26 AM Author Report Posted Saturday at 04:26 AM There are times when you reflect on your current circumstance and wonder to yourself, “How did I fucking get to this place?” That is exactly what I was thinking as I parked my car in the dark parking lot of an adult bookstore/movie theater that was about 10 minutes from the home I share with my husband. It was about 4:05am early Sunday morning and I felt like a bitch in heat as I cruised for cock and cum to fulfill my latest obsession: Having strangers fuck me full of cum and then feeding their nut to my unsuspecting husband. It has been a week since the last two guys dumped their loads in my hole, and I was craving the opportunity to feed my husband another stranger’s second-hand load when he got home from work at 6:30am. I had spent the past three hours on multiple gay cruising apps with no success. The guys I had messaged had either been not interested or not serious about getting together. The time available to get a load for my husband was dwindling and if I did not get it soon, I would have to wait another full week, which was a lifetime for a slut like me. After three hours with no prospects and feeling more desperate by the minute, I decided to visit the nearby adult bookstore/movie theater to hopefully get a quick load. My hopes dwindled as I stood at the locked front door and read the “Closed for Cleaning until 4:30am” sign. FUCK! I looked at the time on my phone and thought waiting 25 minutes until they reopened was not too long to wait, but then it occurred to me that there were no other cars in the parking lot and who knew how long before a top wanting to fuck me full of cum would show up. I was not ready to give up yet so I convinced myself to stay until at least 5am before I threw in the towel: 25 minutes to patiently wait until the bookstore reopened and 30 minutes for the cock of my dreams to hopefully pierce my pucker hole and dump a load. I ultimately returned to my car, watching the front door until the bookstore worker removed the cleaning sign and unlocked the door. As soon as it was unlocked, I sprinted through the door and up to the counter where a cute 22-24-year-old ginger stood behind the counter. He looked like he could be a surfer or a lifeguard, and I was sure most of the horny customers drooled over him and wanted to see him naked. I didn't know the guy’s name, but we had exchanged brief pleasantries in the past when I came in to purchase poppers or used the video booths to get some cock and cum. As I approached the counter, the guy gave me his killer smile and asked me why I looked so tense. I debated for a moment if I should tell him the truth, but then admitted to the bookstore clerk I was desperate to get fucked full of cum, but my morning had been a bust so far. I told hot boy I needed to be home by 6:20am and hoped to get a load up my ass before then. Hot boy asked, “what’s at home at 6:20am?” and I told him my boyfriend. One of his eyebrows raised in a sexy sort of way, as he asked me if my boyfriend knew I was desperate to get my hole filled with cock and cum and I told him “no.” “That’s fucking hot” he said, giving me a smile that would stop traffic. I said, “You think that’s fucking hot, wait until you hear what I want do that cum!” His eyebrow rose again as I told him about my obsession with getting cum fucked up my ass so I could feed it to my husband without him knowing. I explained about the lube that looks and smells and tastes like cum and how my oblivious boyfriend was eating stranger’s loads out of my ass thinking it’s the fucking lube. The guy smirked as he ask me if my husband was really that fucking stupid and I told him that my husband was very vanilla and had a lot of book smarts but no common sense. It would never occur to my husband that I was feeding him another man’s cum. At that moment, the front door to the bookstore opened and a big, tall older and unattractive man walked in. It was hard to tell how old he was because he had a weathered look about him, but I guessed he was in his late 60’s to early 70’s, which put him somewhere between my dad's and grampa’s ages. The guy had a straggly over-grown beard and mustache and the hair on his head was long and unkempt. He was a hefty guy with dirt on his flannel shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. He needed a shower and looked like he might be homeless. From just inside the door the guy yelled over, asking the clerk if it was ok to use the bathroom to clean himself up a little bit. Hot boy said, “Sure thing, Charlie, but I need a favor in exchange.” Charlie got a surprised look on his face but asked “What do you need?” Without missing a beat, the clerk said “My buddy here is desperate to have a stranger fuck him full of cum so he can take it home and feed it to his dipshit husband. Are you ok dumping your load inside his ass?” Charlie got a smile on his face and said “Fuck Yeah!” Hot Boy smiled widely as he turned to me and said, “you are gonna get that load fucked into you after all” and nodded and pointed his finger for me to go over to Charlie since the decision was made. As I walked away from the counter hot boy said, “Charlie: My buddy is under a tight time schedule. Take him into the bathroom with you and fuck him full of cum and after you are done, you can clean yourself up really good.” Right as we were about to enter the bathroom hot boy said, “Hey buddy, I have a present for you to take home to your husband. Stop back up to the counter before you head home, ok?” I agreed as I followed Charlie into the bathroom. When Charlie and I entered the bathroom, I was struck by how much taller than I Charlie was. He had to be 6’5” – 6’6” in comparison to me being 5’7”. Charlie wasted no time undoing his pants and pushed them down to his knees while I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. I walked over to him, and he reached out and grabbed my hooded sweatshirt with both of his hands and pulled it up over my head and threw it on the floor in the corner. I was now standing there in just my running shoes and athletic socks. With his pants around his legs, Charlie waddled over to the toilet, sat down, and patted his thighs with both of his hands and said, “get over here and sit on my beer can cock, boy.” I looked down at Charlie’s fat cock for the first time and quickly walked back to the bathroom door. I opened the door and yelled, “Hey bud, do you have any lube we can use?” to which hot boy yelled back, “Sure thing, buddy! I will be right there.” After a moment, I heard the clerk approach and say, “here ya go,” as he handed me a plastic syringe filled with lube. Hot boy said, “I thought you would need some lube, so I just pumped a load out for you. Your husband is going to eat some of my nut right along with Charlie’s,” and he chuckled as he turned and walked away. I turned back around and walked toward Charlie with the syringe in my hand. As I got close, Charlie reached out to take the syringe and told me to turn around and bend over. I felt him push the syringe up my hole and felt the wetness inside my hole as Charlie squeezed the syringe handle to release hot boy’s cum. When he was done, Charlie threw the syringe on the floor in the corner near my hooded sweatshirt. I pulled myself up and positioned myself so I could sit on his cock facing away from him, but he stopped me and said, “Oh no…I want you facing me while I fuck you full of cum” and he pulled me forward. Charlie had wide hips so I widened my stance so I could straddle him while he sat on the toilet. Charlie clamped his big hands on my waist and said, “here we go boy” as he pulled me down onto his raging hard thick cock that stood straight up, puncturing my hole and opening me wide with one thrust. I yelled because his cock was big and thick, and my hole did not have time to adjust. Charlie pulled me down on his cock undeterred until he was balls deep and my hole felt stretched wider than it has been in a very long time. I pleaded with Charlie to go easy, but Charlie said, “You need to get my load home to your husband, boy and you don’t have time for me to go easy. Shut the fuck up and ride my cock!” And with that, Charlie lifted my hips up and down with his hands, frequently pulling me all the way off his cock and then slamming me back down on it again as I cried out, aware that anyone coming in the bookstore would hear me. After a while, Charlie let go of my waist and put his arms and hands under my thighs and lifted my legs and feet up off the floor and raising them up along the sides of the toilet. Charlie pushed me backward, impaling me on his cock as my legs and feet raised higher until my ankles were on his shoulders and I was cradled in his lap. In a fluid motion, Charlie enveloped me in his arms and lifted himself up off the toilet and me along with him. With his pants still around his legs, he waddled over until my back was against the wall and started pounding into my hole, eventually letting my ankles fall from his shoulders so my legs and feet were dangling in the area on either side of his big frame. I felt so full, and the fuck was so intense, I was screaming. After what seemed like forever, Charlie roared loudly and pushed his cock deep inside of me as he dumped his nut inside of me. Charlie held me against the wall, his cock still fully impaling me when the bathroom door opened and hot boy stood there with a smile on his face. He tossed a fat butt plug onto my hooded sweatshirt on the floor and said, “compliments of the house so you don't loose any of our cum before feeding your hubby!” and then closed the door. Charlie eventually pulled his cock out of me and held me under my armpits, as I lowered my legs and got my feet on the ground. My legs were shaky, and I stood there for a few minutes getting my wits about me before Charlie picked up the butt plug, swiveled me around and pushed it up inside my ass. With that, he walked over to the sink and started washing himself. I put my shorts and my hooded sweatshirt on and turned around and said “thank you” to Charlie as I prepared to walk out of the bathroom. Charlie kept washing himself, either not hearing me or ignoring me as I left the bathroom. My head was still spinning as I left the bathroom, and I heard hot boy yell “Hey bud! Don’t forget the present I have for your husband!” I slowly walked to the counter as the clerk grabbed a bottle of lube from behind him and sat it on the counter. As I looked at the 3 oz bottle of the “it’s just like-cum” lube, hot boy said “go ahead and take it.” As I took the bottle, he said “That bottle has the cum from the eight used condoms I found in the waste baskets from the 20 video booths I cleaned right before you arrived this morning. I threw them away earlier but pulled them out of the garbage after our conversation about your husband, and poured the loads into that bottle while you were getting fucked. Those eight loads are from random guys, all shapes and sizes, and walks of life. Take that bottle home and feed those loads from complete strangers to your hubby every chance you get. He will be amazed at how real that lube feels, tastes, and smells like cum.” My eyes went wide, and my cock was rock hard thinking of the opportunity. “I will do you one better,” hot boy continued. Come back next Sunday morning at 5am and I will give you another bottle of “lube.” It will be filled with all the loads from all of the used condoms I collect as I clean the video booths during the next week. I will keep track of the number of loads, so you know how much nut you are feeding to your husband. If interested, I will continue to collect loads for him every week. I will keep the bottle in our freezer here during the week and I suggest you discreetly store the bottle in your freezer in some type of container your hubby will not open. This will keep the loads fresh until you feed them to him. In exchange for your hubby’s weekly lube subscription, I have two requests: 1). You make sure you feed him every load in the bottle and return the empty lube bottle when you pick up the next supply of lube. I will reuse the same bottles every other week. 2). I want you to make videos of you feeding your hubby all those random loads of cum out of your ass. His face will be covered by your ass so you should have no problem making eye contact with your phone camera and being verbal with your hubby, as you make the video without him knowing. I want to hear you encouraging your husband to eat that lube and him telling you how much he loves eating it. Give me lots of dirty talk!" I almost shot my load hands-free as hot boy laid out the detailed plan for my husband, offering to become my co-conspirator. He held out his hand as he asked, “Do we have a deal?” to which I said, “We have a fucking deal!” and shook his hand. Hot boy concluded by saying, “Good boy!" He then handed me a piece of paper with a phone number and said “I expect you to text me a copy of the video of you feeding your husband my and Charlie's loads this morning. Now get your ass home and feed your hubby!” As I walked to my car, I had a full-blown smile on my face. And to think I was afraid this morning was going to be a total bust! 1 2 1 Quote
useme21 Posted Saturday at 08:37 AM Report Posted Saturday at 08:37 AM I need a boyfriend like Jimmy Quote
sluttyjimmy Posted Sunday at 03:02 AM Author Report Posted Sunday at 03:02 AM As I sat in our bedroom with my husband eating my ass, I could not help but think, “What a difference a fucking week makes!” After all, it was just one week ago when I went to the adult bookstore, desperate for cum up my ass, and I met the hot bookstore counter guy who coordinated me getting fucked full of cum by a homeless guy named Charlie. Hot ginger boy, whose name have I since found out is Spencer, jerked off to provide his load in a syringe, which we used as lube for me to take Charlie’s beer can cock up my ass. Spencer is now my biggest ally in me feeding my husband other random guys' loads of cum out of my ass without my hubby knowing it. Spencer is fucking brilliant, not to mention a kinky bastard who I owe a debt of gratitude to. I will share more about Spencer soon, but before that, I need to tell more about background of how I initially turned my husband into an ass licking, cum eater. It was a slow but steady process that began a few sexual encounters after we met… My husband is older than I by several years, and we met at a local fundraiser when I was in my mid-20s. He worked at a local hospital in a liberal city at the time, but he himself is conservative and reserved…financially, sexually, and politically. In other words, he is financially secure, very vanilla when it comes to sex, and he’s republican. He’s a good-looking guy overall, with a few extra pounds he can never get rid of, and even though he identifies as gay, he grew up in a conservative Christian household and is a product of his environment. Thus, when we met, he was looking for a more traditional guy partner with vanilla tastes. As we got to know one another, he emphasized he wanted a guy who would take care of the cooking and cleaning and dote on him while he brought home the money and provided a stable home environment. That first night after the fundraiser, he invited me to his place for a nightcap. I ended up giving him a blowjob, quickly getting him hooked on my amazing cocksucking skills. When I left that evening, he invited me out to dinner a few nights later. That night we ended up going back to his place afterwards, where he fucked me missionary position until he came after ten minutes and then rolled over and fell asleep. I tidied up his bedroom before I left his home, and he and I quickly developed into a routine of me taking care of him. As for me: I love getting fucked full of cum, as you well know by now. I knew I could not be monogamous, but the topic never came up as he and I were getting to know one another. He and I never talked about sex. He did not seem comfortable talking about sex and it was naturally understood what each of our roles were in the bedroom…at least in the beginning. It did not take long before I completely took care of this guy’s needs and he considered me his boyfriend. At the same time, I also knew I needed some kinky supplements in my sex life to be totally satisfied. I wanted to see how much I could bring this guy into my world of kink, but did not hold out much hope. I thought I would start by trying to get him to eat my ass, since I love to be rimmed before I get fucked. I remember that first time I suggested he eat my ass. I was lying on my back on his bed, and he was all ready to fuck me. He looked at me like I was crazy, his face and nose scrunched up, showing his revulsion at the thought. He confirmed he had never rimmed a guy’s ass before, and I was so fucking turned on to have a virgin ass licker who I could mold and mentor. I was determined more than ever to turn this vanilla man to the dark side by making him eat my ass. I did not push the issue that night. I needed to be patient and strategic…but it was only a matter of fucking time. A few days later when we were naked in his bedroom (which is the only place he ever had sex,) I gave him an awesome blowjob, and he was primed to fuck me. I knew now was the time… I brought up him rimming my hole, and I thought he might get angry and frustrated with me for being persistent, because it was something he clearly did not want to do. After the amazing blowjob I gave him however, he was primed to fuck me, and in his horned-up state he was thinking with his dick. Rather than anger or frustration, his eyes were pleading with me, which I interpreted as a combination of “Please just let me fuck you!” and “Please don’t make me do this!” I had the fucker right where I wanted him, but I knew this moment was crucial. I was soft in my approach, almost cooing and coaxing him like the witch enticed Hansel and Gretel into her house of sweets. Realizing we were unexpectedly playing a game of chicken and I had no intention of blinking first, he finally and slowly moved his head and mouth ever so closer to my sweet little pucker hole, aka unexpected candy for his virgin mouth. His face expressed a sense of dread as to what was about to happen next and he scrunched his eyes closed tightly. And then…FUCK!!! His tongue made first contact with my precious bootyhole. I screamed out “YES!” as his tongue instinctively started to wiggle around my hole. I gasped and moaned and gave plenty of encouragement for him to keep going. I remember that moment when my sexual urges took control of me and without even realizing it, I yelled “FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!” He did as ordered, and pushed the tip of his tongue inside of bunghole and moved his head forward and backward ever so slightly repeatedly. It was at that moment, I realized something spectacular: This guy curled up the tip and sides of his tongue, making it a hard appendage that was literally fucking my boy cunt! I was in 7th Heaven when he removed his tongue, jumped up, and rushed forward on his knees, lining his cock up with my now wet fuck hole. He crammed his cock into me uncontrollably and he fell on top of me, fucking me missionary. Within 20 seconds he yelled and grunted as he dumped his load inside of me. I felt the full weight of him lying on top of me, completely pinned between him and the mattress as he caught his breath and came back to reality. When we both had our wits about us, I said, “we are definitely doing that again!” and when he did not disagree, I knew my new ass licker was born! I loved the fact that this guy now rimmed my hole every time before he fucked it full of cum, but after a while, I felt the need to change it up for this not-quite-so vanilla guy. One night after he ate my ass and fucked me full of his cum, I reminded him that I still needed to get off. Having fucked me in the missionary position, he lifted himself off me and kneeled between my spread legs watching me as I stroked my cock. I found it difficult to cum and needed more stimulation, so I asked him to stick a finger up my hole. His finger provided some stimulation, but being thinner than his cock, his finger had little impact. I was getting frustrated and needed something more to put me over the edge. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly in my moment of increasing sexual frustration, “Eat my ass!” bellowed out of my mouth without me even realizing it. My boyfriend got a shocked look on his face and asked “WHAT?!” in disbelief and I yelled uncontrollably “EAT MY FUCKING ASS SO I CAN CUM!” as I lifted my legs high and wide to give him easy access. It was like my body was possessed and a kinky demon had taken control of me. My boyfriend hesitantly bent down to get his head and mouth closer to my hole and when he was ever so close, I grabbed a handful of his hair from the back of his head with my left fist while I furiously stroked my cock with my right hand. I screamed “GET YOUR FUCKING TONGUE IN ME!” as I forced his face into my ass. His natural instincts took over, and he stuck his fucking tongue in my freshly fucked and puffy boy cunt and started to lick. Knowing he was licking my hole and tasting his own fucking cum inside my asshole put me over the edge as I screamed “FUCK!” at the top of my lungs and shot my huge load, it hitting me in my face. It seemed like forever for me to come down from my sexual high, but eventually I caught my breath and lowered my legs. I looked up at my boyfriend who was now kneeling on the bed staring at me like he did not even recognize me. As I looked at his deer-in-the-headlights face, I was immediately drawn to his mouth...and his lips... and his nose...and the area between his nose and his lips. That entire area of his face was wet and glistening with HIS cum that he ate out of MY fucking asshole. The demon within me smiled at the sight, already formulating our next sexual encounter! 1 2 Quote
sluttyjimmy Posted 4 hours ago Author Report Posted 4 hours ago (edited) It is time for me to share more about Spencer, the hot 22-year-old ginger adult bookstore clerk/stud who looks like a surfer lifeguard: As I have said before and will say it again, Spencer is a brilliant kinky bastard to whom I owe a great debt of gratitude. After that first time, when Spencer coordinated having a homeless guy named Charlie fuck me full of cum so I could feed his and Spencer’s loads to my husband, I have been going to the bookstore early every Sunday morning before my husband gets home from work. I try to get as many guys as possible to nut in my ass at the bookstore, so I can feed it to my unsuspecting hubby. I also pick up a bottle of “lube” each Sunday, which Spenser has filled with random strangers’ cum…loads and loads of cum from used condoms that Spencer collects for me throughout the week when he cleans the video booths. Spencer pours each load into an empty lube bottle for me and keeps it frozen at the bookstore until I pick it up. He always tells me how many loads he as poured into the bottle and any known details about the sperm donors. The lube bottle Spencer uses is a brand that markets their lube as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. Little does my oblivious husband know it’s real cum that he’s eating. But as I have said before and I will say it again: My husband as a lot of book-smarts but absolutely no fucking common sense. The first time Spencer loaded me up with a full bottle man juice for my husband, he gave me his cell phone number so I could send him videos of my husband eating the random strangers’ loads out of my ass in the comfort of our own home. Spencer and I subsequently began texting frequently during the week. I texted Spencer last Monday night, telling him “Houston, we have a problem.” It seemed the more random man juice I feed my husband out of my ass, the more he craves. It's like we are feeding an addiction. My husband still thinks it is the cum-tasting lube and it is just a matter of going to the bookstore to buy more. The fact that my husband’s demand for cum outweighs the current supply was problematic last Monday, especially when I could not get out of the house to get fresh loads and it was Spencer’s night off and there was no cum to be had. What if my husband bought the legitimate lube to eat out of my ass and he realized it was not what he’d been eating?! We had to avoid a potential cum crisis at all cost. Just as I started to panic, Spencer texted me back with a fucking ingenious idea: He said “Fill the empty lube bottle with your nut every time you jerk off thinking about feeding your husband all those random loads of cum. Start feeding your husband your loads too!” What a fucking brilliant idea!!! On Friday I syringed nine loads of my fucking jizz up my ass and fed every drop to my cum-addicted husband! I woke up early Sunday morning and texted Spencer to let him know I would see him at the adult bookstore soon. He texted me back saying, “I have a plan that you are going to fucking love. Do not come to the bookstore this morning. Text your husband, telling him you look forward to your sexy time together after work and ask him to stop by the bookstore before he heads home to buy more lube. Don’t worry…I got it covered, and I will do the rest.” I knew Spencer had my back, so I texted my husband as instructed, asking him to buy more lube on his way home. I told him I called the local adult bookstore to confirm they had the lube in stock and reminded of him of the brand. I casually mentioned that I was sure the clerk working at the bookstore could help him with the lube if needed, and then I fell back to sleep. I woke up to the sound of my husband in our bedroom. He was making more noise than normal and in my disoriented state, I saw him set something down on the floor on his side of the bed. I looked at the clock, and it was a little after 9am. This was later than normal for my husband to get home from work, since his work shift ends at 6am, but he admitted his replacement at the hospital arrived late. Me: “Did you have a chance to buy more lube?” Hubby: “Yes. I had a difficult time finding it but the guy working there was very helpful. I bought one bottle, and he gave me a second bottle for free because he said it was very close to the expiration date. Me: “That was nice of him!” Hubby: “I also bought you something…” Me: “What?!” Hubby: “Well, as I was paying for the lube, the guy at the counter asked me if I was dating anyone. When I told him about you, he suggested I buy you a present. He was definitely trying to up-sell. Me: “So what did you buy me?!” Hubby: “Well the guy asked why you liked sexually so he could help me pick out the perfect gift and I told him you liked me to eat your butt.” Me: “Wow, Daniel! You shared that with the bookstore clerk?!" Hubby: “Well he was determined to help me find the perfect gift for you…” At that point, my husband picked up a box from the floor on his side of the bed. A box with a photo of a rim chair on it!!! Me: “OMG, Daniel!!! It’s a rim chair!!! For me?!!! THANK YOU!!! "FUCK ME!" I thought to myself, so fucking excited as my husband had a shy smirk on his face, pleased that he's made me so happy. And how fucking brilliant of Spencer to get my husband to buy me a fucking rim chair?!!! I told my husband I wanted to try the rim chair right away and headed to the shower to get my hole ready. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand on the way, and as soon as I closed the bathroom door, I texted Spencer: “YOU SOLD MY HUSBAND A FUCKING RIM CHAIR!!! BEST GIFT EVER!!! TY!!!” “No problem! It took some convincing and some advanced sales skills, but he realized how much you would enjoy it. I think he’s looking forward to lying underneath it and eating your ass too! He also bought our special lube. I assume you are getting ready to try out the rim chair. Once you are seated on in and he starts eating your ass, text me again. Oh, and wear your ear buds while he’s rimming you…I have something for you to watch.” I sat my phone down and got my hole ready. When I came back into the bedroom, my husband was lying naked on his side of the bed. I put my ear buds in and walked over to my closet to grab a pair of socks: Hubby: “Oh, I almost forgot…I also bought you these.” He handed me a pair of white calf-length athletic socks with “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on both sides of both socks in black thread. Me: “Those are fucking hot! Thank you! I put the socks on my feet and pulled on my running shoes. Me: “So where is this rim chair and how do we use it?” Hubby: “Before we do that, get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want to squirt some of this lube up your hole.” Me: “You really like the taste of that lube, don’t you? Did you admit to the helpful counter guy that you like the taste of the lube?” Hubby: “When I was paying for it, he asked me if I liked the taste, so yeah, I told him I did. Oh, we should use to bottle of lube that is set to. expire soon so it doesn’t go bad. Here…Open the bottle of lube up for me while I grab something.” He tossed the bottle of lube to me, and I twisted the top off and there was a round foam bottle seal covering the top. “WTF,” I thought to myself. When I picked up the bottles of lube that Spencer put together for me, they were not sealed because there were empty when Spencer filled them with cum. I carefully removed the seal and smelled the open bottle. It definitely smelled like real cum, but was it? If so, how did Spencer get the bottle sealed after he filled the bottle with cum? I made a mental note to ask him. I handed the now opened but re-capped bottle of lube to my husband, but he started unscrewing the cap. My eyes went wide in surprise when I saw him sticking the tip of a syringe in the bottle sucking all the lube out of it. My husband noticed my surprise… Hubby: “Oh, Spenser gave me this syringe. He said it’s the best way to insert lube up a guy’s hole.” As I got on my hands and knees on the bed, it was not lost on me that my husband had just used Spenser’s name when mentioning the syringe. He was now using that syringe to unknowingly push random loads of strangers’ cum into my hole so he could unknowingly eat them out. Hubby: “Ok, I think you are ready. Stand up.” I stood up as my husband moved away from the bed. He got down on the floor and laid on his back, lying his head on a little leather pillow that must have come with the chair. The rim chair itself was now next to his head and picked it up and positioned it directly over his head. He then told me to spread my cheeks and to take seat. I followed my husband’s instructions, although unbeknownst to him, I was well-versed with using a rim chair. Once I was seated on the chair, I noticed the empty lube bottle…he had syringed the entire bottle of cum inside of me. As my husband started lapping my hole, I texted Spencer… Me: “Hey Spence! Thank you for being such a great salesman! My husband is now underneath the rim chair eating cum out of my ass. BTW: The bottle we used is the one that expires soon. It was sealed. Is it cum or is it really lube? The bottles of cum you have given me have never been sealed before.” Spencer: “Oh, it is definitely cum! I actually bought some round bottle seals so he would not become suspicious. The unopened bottle has 27 loads of cum I collected throughout the week when I cleaned the video booths. The loads in the bottle you are using now are not from bookstore customers though.” Me: "Where are they from and who’s cum is it?!!!" Spencer: "You really wanna know?!” Me: “Fuck yeah! Stop teasing me! You know who’s cum it is?! Who’s cum is it?!!!” Spencer: “Charlie stopped by earlier.” Me: “It’s Charlie’s cum?” (Charlie was the homeless guy who has fucked me full of fresh cum before.) Spencer: “Yes. Your husband is now eating Charlie’s cum out of your ass, but it's not only Charlie's cum he's eating!" Me: “Fuck, Spence, who else’s cum is my husband eating?!!!” Spencer: “Well Charlie stopped by about an hour before your hubby arrived. He had 15 used condoms with him. 15 condoms that I provided him brand new and free of charge yesterday to hand out to the guys at the homeless shelter. Right now, your fucking husband is eating the cum of 15 local homeless men! It's fucking crazy how much cum they shot into those condoms!" Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I yelled, realizing I yelled out loud rather than in a text to Spencer. I froze, momentarily panicked, but then realized my husband thought I yelled because he was eating my ass. Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I texted to Spencer. Spencer: “But that’s not all!” Me: “What the fuck, Spencer! What do you mean?!!!” Spencer did not immediately respond back, but a couple of minutes later as I am moaning loudly, enjoying my husband French kissing my pucker hole, I receive a link to a video uploaded to an on-line platform where guys post kinky content and other horny men subscribe to watch. I click to play the video and the initial images are dark and hard to make out. It is clear the person holding the camera was walking and then a door comes into view. It is the front door of the adult bookstore where Spencer works, a door with a sign on it that says, “Closed for cleaning!” I see a hand reach out and grab the door handle. The door opens despite the closed sign, and the camera man and I, as the viewer, walk into the adult bookstore together. The camera quickly scans the bookstore and I see the familiar merchandise in the distance, along with the front counter with no one behind it. The camera man turns to the right and as he walks through the doorway to video booth area, I hear gay porn. I also hear someone moaning real time. Once we enter the video booth area, the camera focuses on the wide hallway that has booths directly across from one another. There in the center of the wide-open hallway for all to see is Spencer. He is naked except for white calf-length athletic socks and black high-tops. The socks, that have “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on the sides of them, accentuate his amazing legs covered with curly ginger hair, as well as his athletic calves. His magnificent chest, arms, and body are on full display for the camera. As the camera pans down slightly, anyone watching, including me now watching in replay mode, can clearly see Spencer is stilling on a rim chair. FUCK ME! It’s the same fucking rim chair I am currently sitting on, while my husband eats random homeless strangers’ loads out of my ass! The camera shifts down further, and Spencer is clearly getting his ass eaten in the video. Based on the gobbling sounds, I am confident Spencer is getting loads eaten out of his ass, and by the looks of it, he’s feeding them to my fucking husband who is lying on the floor wearing the same work clothes he stripped out of while I was in the shower! The camera gets closer, and Spencer moans as his eyes roll back in his head, making him even more sexy if that is humanly possible. He then suddenly realizes the camera is on him, so he shifts into “on-air” mode and makes direct eye contact with the camera… “Hey guys! Welcome to my live stream from an adult bookstore near you! Today I am doing a full-on “anal-oral review” of the “Snack Stool,” a simple but effective rim chair for guys like me who like to offer up some premium pound cake for hungry guys to eat and enjoy, like my good buddy Danny here. The “Snack Stool” comes with a soft and pliable ‘tush cush’ that provides long-term comfort with no lower back pain. It ensures your crack snacker can play “Tongue in the Bum,” also known as “Bung Tonguing” or “Bum Snogging” on the other side of the pond. The “Snack Stool” guarantees your fart-box hours of enjoyment while you feel like you are in hog heaven the entire time. The “Snack Stool also comes with this leather pillow that keeps your butt muncher comfortable while he enjoys some derriere dining and some rear-end delight. It comes with two different lengths of metal legs to ensure your rump ranger is well positioned to fully enjoy his all-you-can-eat booty buffet. Right now, this felch-belcher is savoring a 12-course booty brunch, courtesy of the “Snack Stool” and my tender, man-juice marinaded, and melt-in-your mouth premium grade-A rump roast! This baby bird banana juice butt feeding was made possible by contributions from 12 viewers like you. Thank you! And a big “Thank you” to the manufacturers of the “Snack stool.” It is definitely worth the money, and I give it two huge thumbs up!!!" (Spencer gives his audience his million-dollar smile and holds both thumbs up for the camera, looking sexy as fucking hell.) "And finally: A huge thank you to Danny, my cheating French kissing butt licker…And to think you kiss your husband with that mouth?! In all seriousness guys, Danny is a good ass licker but as you know, practice makes perfect. If any of you live in the Pacific NW and wanna help make Danny the CEO of Ass Eating, hit me up and I will see if I can convince him to help you out like he did me this morning. But alas, Danny has totally and thoroughly cleaned me out. Cleaning time is over and it’s time for me to get back to work…See you next time guys!!!" (Spencer smiles and literally winks at his followers before the video ends.) As the video ends and I feel overwhelmed. My clueless husband is French kissing my pucker hole with no hesitation, making it feel so fucking fantastic. My vanilla husband is no longer vanilla and is a now a sneaky cheater like me, thanks to Spencer helping turn him to the dark side. Speak of the devil, I receive a new text from Spencer. “Hey Jimmy!” Still feeding Danny all that homeless man chowder? You often hear about 'Feeding the homeless.' Well now the homeless are fucking feeding your hubby! LOL". My fucking cock throbs in response to Spencer’s text, as I push a steady stream of homeless man chowder into my husband’s mouth. “We are going to get a lot of use out of that fuckin rim chair, Jimmy! It’s where your husband belongs. By the way, the 2nd bottle of lube is filled with 10 loads of my sweet nectar. I was going to feed him that bottle when he came by this morning, but decided to save that bottle for you, since I know you love having my cum up your ass! This is an excellent partnership, Jimmy, and you feeding my jizz to your hubby is so fucking hot! I, meanwhile, loved feeding your hubby the 12 random loads from used condoms. I now know first-hand why feeding your hubby random loads of strangers' cum without him knowing turns you on so much!" "You probably heard me call your hubby a 'felch belcher' in my video. I knew he had no clue what that means but that my audience will fully understand. The stupid fuck really thought he was eating cum-tasting lube out of my fucking ass! He's definitely not the brightest tool in the shed!" “Some other good news, Jimmy! The livestream of your husband being my personal wad gobbler is very popular. Between the livestream and the replays, I have gotten some good tips. It’s so fucking hot that your hubby is making me a butt-load by eating loads out of my fucking butt! LOL!” “That’s not all! I have already gotten some private messages and fan feedback to my video. There are several local guys in the area who want to offer their assholes up so they can help Danny become 'the CEO of Ass Eating!' When I privately shared the plan of local guys feeding your husband random loads of cum from any men willing to shoot up their assholes, they confirmed they are all in! I’m starting to organize a strategy for that, but I think there are going to be many mornings when your husband is going to ‘work extra hours’ at his new side job.” “I’m starting to get a steady stream of customers here so I’ve got to get back to work, but I will be in touch soon about next steps in our Master Plan!!! Bye for now, Jimmy!" I set my phone down and started stroking my cock like my fucking life depended on it. I thought of my husband’s future fate and there was no holding back. I pushed out my pucker hole hard, dumping the remainder of the homeless guys' man chowder into his hungry mouth as I started to convulse, shooting one of the biggest loads of my fucking life!...And Spencer is absofuckinglutely right...I am in hog fucking heaven!!! …To Be Continued… Edited 4 hours ago by sluttyjimmy 2 Quote
Marlin Posted 3 hours ago Report Posted 3 hours ago Wow, that was an unexpected turn. Love seeing guys evolve from vanilla to kinky and raunchy. would love to see him discover he's actually eating real cum and see his reaction Quote
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