Squirter 2 by Lynne Bruton
Sam came home the following weekend after his long haul and naturally we spent most of the time in bed. Although I enjoyed the feel of Sylvie's body, I still took great pleasure in Sam's cock, and what he could do with it. He still didn't know how to make me cum with it, but I figured I'd show him what I'd learned.
About an hour after he'd arrived, we'd slipped upstairs after a few beers at lunchtime, and stripped off. He'd really caught the sun while he'd been on the road, and it was obvious he'd done some nude sunbathing - there wasn't a white mark to be seen. I sucked him like I always did, taking him all the way down into my throat - something I'd learned to do over the years of our marriage, without gagging - making him squirm and twist on the bed, with him calling me names and grabbing my hair while I milked him deep, until he pulled me round level with him. He never really liked going down on me, which was something that really used to piss me off, like it was dirty or something. So what else did he use his cock for for fuck's sake? It was hard to come to terms with the fact that all Sam needed was a place to park his cock - in my ass.
My cunt didn't even get a look in sometimes these days. But now I'd discovered my very own muncher, in the muscular shape of Sylvie, so I didn't really need Sam to pleasure me any more than he was comfortable with.
I teased him until I knew he couldn't last much longer, then rode him, with my back towards him, while I worked furiously on my own clit, hand plunged deep inside me while I rose and fell on the big cock. He was used to my hand working on myself, as that was usually the way I made myself cum, but this time I was going for the big finale.
He was getting mighty near his climax and was pumping my ass good and hard, so I timed it right at the moment he came...and then leaned right back against him as I let go. I shrieked as he filled me, and then a fine spray of my own cum shot from my cunt high into the air to spatter down onto us both. He stopped almost immediately, and his cock flopped out, sending spurts of cum over the bed while he rolled me off him.
"What the fuck was that?" he yelled. "Did you just piss?"
"No," I cried out, my voice shaking real bad with the after-shock, "It was my cum!"
"Don't talk stupid, Lianne!" He wiped his hands over the juice that ran down his chest, sniffed his fingers, and then he stood up, his face all red and angry. He paced up and down beside the bed, looking real stupid with wads of cum spurting from his cock.
"Women don't cum!" he yelled at me. "Leastways not like that, they don't!"
I realised with a jolt that there was no way this man was ever going to believe me - that after all the time we'd been married, I'd learned to cum in a violent spray. He really thought I'd pissed myself. It was stupid of me to even imagine that he'd be thrilled at this new discovery about my body. I slumped, kneeling on the bed, as he huffed and puffed and gathered up his clothes.
"You've changed, Lianne," he muttered harshly. "You've let yourself go while I've been on the road."
"Honey, please listen...." I began, wearily.
"Just don't say a fuckin' word. OK? Not a fuckin' word!"
I watched him dress, and said nothing more, and then he picked up his bag and shoved his clothes back inside.
"I was goin' to go later, but I can't take this." He stood by the door, his hands clasping the bag in front of him. "I'll find a hotel, and move on tomorrow." I slid from the bed and held my arms out to try to hug him, but he didn't want to know.
"I need time to think about this," he said, giving me a hard stare. "Trying to pass off your piss as cum. You must think I'm real dumb!"
If only you knew just how dumb, I thought, as I watched him leave. I gazed from the window as he climbed into the cab of his 8-wheeler. His co-driver's black arm rested on the open window, and I suddenly thought: Sam never even told me who his co-driver was. I lay on the bed and listened to that familiar big old diesel gunning away from the house until there was just silence and birdsong.
I rolled over and pressed my belly into the rumpled bedclothes where we'd just made love, and now you'd have thought I'd shat on his meal. Obviously in Sam's world women didn't do that sort of thing, and now my eyes stung with tears.
What a cunt I was.
I phoned Sylvie, but just got her voice-mail, so I left a brief, un-detailed message about the afternoon. For some reason I still felt horny. Here I was with the likelihood that my husband had left me, and my cunt ached for his cock. I stroked it idly while I gazed up at the ceiling feeling sorry for myself and mentally kicking myself for having tried to show him my latest stupid trick. And I kept on thinking back to who his co-driver might be. I'd known most of them, and there had never been a black one. Not that Sam was prejudiced, it just hadn't happened.
Not prejudiced against coloured people, just against wives who learned new things in bed.
I stroked myself harder and harder - though not in an attempt to squirt again - and shivered into an orgasm that raised a light sweat, and just about satisfied me for the moment. I rang a couple of girl-friends and we arranged to meet the next day for some drinks - girls I had known for many years, and certainly not in the way Sylvie and I had come to know each other...
I fell asleep and woke up with shadows on the ceiling, and then realised I'd slept for about four hours, and then the memory of Sam's parting rolled back over me like a cold ocean wave. I had to get out from inside these four walls so I could breathe, and I needed a drink. Real bad.
In many states of the union, women aren't allowed in bars on their own - the law is intended to discourage prostitution - but luckily in the town where I lived, they were more relaxed, so I slapped on some makeup and changed into a sweater and skirt and drove down to The Hollow. Sam and I had been there once or twice, but it wasn't anywhere I'd be known. Having my husband walk out was one thing, broadcasting it to my neighbors was something else. I'd have a couple of drinks and wander back, before the law came out in force to monitor drunk drivers.
Gentle country music was playing low on the jukebox as I entered, and I gave a quick look round to see if there was anyone I knew on board. Hardly anybody was in there anyway, and those present were unknown to me. I sat in a side booth and ordered a beer from the waiter, and then looked around. Mercifully the lights in the bar were low, so I could sit here for a while and if I wanted to cry I could do it into one of the napkins stacked in a square container at the end of the booth.
I'd been there about an hour, quietly thinking to myself and making notes on a napkin in case Sam decided to divorce me - memories of how he'd treated me over the years. It wouldn't make him out to be a monster, but it hadn't all been plain sailing - including the sex. I looked up as a big guy emerged from the men's room, and joined a pal who had been seated in a booth that I'd only just noticed. As he sat down, his pal said something quietly to him and they both turned to look my way. They had what I'd call 'nice' faces - not gay or anything, but the kind of faces you hoped your kids might have, and then I tried to age them - say 30 or so each. I was older and today I felt it.
One of them, the pal who'd been seated, raised his glass in a toast, and instinctively I raised mine to him. The other pointed to my booth, and then pointed to him and his pal asking if they could join me. For some reason I nodded, then my mind was consumed with doubt.
What had I done?
I'd invited two total strangers to my booth to join me for a drink, and now they had risen and were walking over to where I sat. They were very well-built, broader in the shoulders than Sam, and their faces were clear and open.
That made them trustworthy?
There was room on one side of me for one of them, so I slid along to make room for the other one.
"Gary," said the one on my right, holding out a sun-browned hand. I introduced myself, and then the other on my left told me his name was Mel. We all toasted each other, and then Gary waved to the waiter to bring three more beers. They were chatty and friendly and Mel had a habit of gazing deeply into my eyes whenever he spoke, which was slightly unnerving, as it sort of made my thighs damp. Gary appeared to be the older, and we all three settled into a conversational session, fueled by more beers.
They worked for a local lumber firm, and this was their afternoon off.
"So you figured you'd spend it drinking and chatting up old ladies," I joked, then realised how crass that sounded, and apologised, realising I was probably slightly drunk.
"You sure don't look like an old lady to us, Lianne!" Gary protested and Mel joined in. "Besides you're more fun that some of those giggly girls!" I laughed.
'Fun," I said. "I remember fun."
"You look like you're coming down from something unhappy," murmured Gary. "Want to talk about it?" I shook my head.
"Sure?" I thought for a moment.
"My soon-to-be ex-husband and I have had a difference of opinion on something." I announced as quietly as I could.
"Bedroom stuff or finance?"asked Mel. Gary glared at Mel.
"All I'm saying," protested Mel. "Is I can handle bedroom stuff, but finance fucks me up!"
"I bet you two treat your girls OK in the bedroom, huh?" I asked. "You know how to behave...how to make them feel.....special?"
"If it feels good - to you both," said Mel. "Then you do it." His eyes were locked to mine, and a thin trickle of something run down between my thighs.
"How say you?" I turned to Gary, who was quietly looking at me, and I obviously startled him. "Do you make them happy in bed?"
"Are you happy in bed?" he asked. Suddenly it was quiet, and we all three sat there, staring at our glasses, not knowing quite what to say.
"I think we ought to get you home," said Gary.
"It's OK, my car's outside," I murmured.
"There's no way you're driving home, Lianne!" he announced.
"As a matter of fact," I picked up my glass and drained it. "I really don't want to go to my home right now."
"Then come back with us and I'll fetch your car later." I looked at Gary as he said it, then at Mel.
"The snag is, I feel horny," I heard myself say. Gary smiled a warm smile and my heart melted.
"I don't think you're the only one here who feels that way right now, Lianne," He said quietly, brushing his lips against the side of my face, and that thin trickle between my thighs became a stream. Thank God I'd decided to wear panties and not go commando like I usually did.
An hour later, the three of us were stripped and on a double bed back at their apartment, with Gary's cock as far down my throat as possible, while Mel was licking my cunt like an expert. I kept my eyes closed most of the time, dreading that if I opened them this would have been a dream, and I needed this release. These two guys were being kind and, like Blanche DuBois, I was relying 'on the kindness of strangers'. Gary had a beautifully shaped cock, long, uncut and thick and I worshipped its shape and power, taking it in until my lips were down there, spread wide across his balls. And all the time I sucked him he stroked me, running his hand over me, and finding trigger spots that made me squirm with pleasure. I was becoming anxious though, that I'd squirt, and they'd treat it the same way Sam did - though I figured these guys were a little brighter in the sex department. I raised my lips from Gary, leaving a trail of pre-cum drooling down the side of his cock, and looked up as I ran my fingers up and down it. He was well on his way, so I dipped my head again, and held my lips tight round the shaft as I licked and stroked him.
I was just in time. He shifted and squirmed against my mouth as he filled it, while he lightly held my head there, not to trap me, but simply to acknowledge what my lips had done to him. He pumped and pumped, gasping and sighing until it slowly faded, and I slid up the shaft, lips firmly pressed together as I left his cockhead, with a thin strand of cum linking my lips to him. I opened my mouth and he leaned forward to kiss me, so we could pass it between us, slowly and gently until it was swallowed.
And now Mel's tongue was coming into its own, and I pulled his head to me, holding him as he worked his tongue over the folds and crevices of my cunt, until I couldn't hold back any longer, and as he rolled his tongue up under my clit, a spray of cum left me, making me shudder and writhe against the two boys.
"Wow!" yelled Mel. "Did you fuckin' see that!"
"I'm sorry,' I moaned, as I squirmed against Gary's brown skin, thighs wide and jerking, while yet another spray left me.
"No way you're sorry, Lianne!" Mel cried out, "That was fuckin' ace!"
"He's been looking for someone who could do that for as long I've known him," sighed Gary from above me, as he stroked my tits and belly.
"That was so fuckin' awesome, Lianne!" Mel spoke in between licks and laps as he tried to gather up the cum that had blasted him. Then he knelt and fucked me, hard - his beautiful body pumping into me and making my thighs jiggle until the hot jet of his cum jolted me, making me gasp, mouth open wide, and eyes staring.
We spent the rest of the evening fucking and sucking and running through a whole list of things I had missed out on with Sam - getting my ass reamed was nothing new, but I actually got my cunt fucked until I could take no more, and then they both took it turns to eat me out like a whore. I'd always wanted to feel like that. I'd always wanted to be a whore in bed for Sam, and I'd have done anything to keep him there, so we could enjoy and explore each other in as many ways as possible. So now here I was with two young guys who enjoyed sex with me like we were acting out scenes from some private porno show.
I'd never ached like this, with pleasure and for more, and I lost track of the amount of cum I swallowed, and how many times I'd splashed them both with my own jizz. Then it was nearly midnight, and so I got the boys to drive me back to the car park, where I'd take a chance of being picked up for drink driving.
As I unlocked my car door, Gary kissed me on the lips, his tongue against mine, like lovers parting, and begged me to see him again, with or without Mel. I was so moved, my eyes were damp, and I held one hand softly against his face as I quietly said "Yes". I drove home with a heart slightly lighter than when I'd left it, but at the back of my mind was the realisation that my life had changed forever, and I had to move on. Today had proved that I was a desirable woman, and could actually get a guy who would satisfy all my needs.
I wasn't weird. I was normal, and I wanted more.
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