Sam seemed quiet when we met at the small caf‚. It was where we'd rendezvous before we were married, and to give the poor guy his due, he tried. But it was like meeting up with an old school friend who still lived across the road from the school, when you've move to the big city. We had no middle ground apart from our marriage.
In the time since he'd moved out of the house, I felt myself to have grown up and had been 'opened up' - in more ways than one when it came to sex. I was no longer just 'Sam's wife'. I was an attractive, strong person in my own right, with my own identity and frankly, apart from the money he sent me, which came in handy, I really didn't need him. He somehow looked diminished as we sat at our table.
He confessed that he'd had a few girlfriends in the time since we'd been apart, which was amazingly honest of him, but I just couldn't think why knowing this would encourage me to get back together with him again. My only thought was lucky them! Girls who didn't mind being fucked up the ass, and who'd never experience his lips in cunnilingus.
We parted as friends, and with the assumption that we'd both go on our separate ways, but no divorce until one or other of us met a potential life partner. I didn't need him to give me a divorce, and I certainly wasn't going to give him one.
I was going to make him wait.
And now, I couldn't believe I was doing this. It was Sylvie's fault, though I went along with it very willingly, as one more way of widening my knowledge of the real world out there beyond a home and an unhappy marriage. It began with Starr moving in with her and the two of them becoming 'a couple', though I still got involved in an occasional horny late-night threesome. I loved it. I loved the hard sex, and Starr's never-ending variety. At one point he'd tried to get me out on a date with just him and me, but I felt I owed it to Sylvie not fuck up her act, so I said no, though I had restless nights wondering what a date with him would involve, and those nights became intense squirt-nights.
So here we were, on our way to the venue as described by to Sylvie by Starr.
"Honey, it's called bukkake, or some such Jap word," she explained, in the afterglow of one of our exhausting after-hours sessions in the private gym. It had been just her and me this time as Starr was out of town, and I'd forgotten just how intense sex could be between just the two of us. I lay flat on my back, legs spread wide and my whole body sweating, and soaked in our mutual orgasms, as she explained what the plan was.
I knew that Starr moved in the muscleman circuit, and that they were on all kinds of pills and potions, and the group he belonged to seemed to have unlimited access to a kind of Viagra. It was more to do with helping the volume of cum in the climax rather than in the keeping-it-stiff area. Starr sure didn't need any help with that, and nor did he need any help with the cumloads, but he and his associates held the occasional bukkake night when 30 or 40 of them would get some girls and have a splash, or shower, party.
It was something I'd once logged on to with a German Goo Girls site, and it was very impressive and extremely messy.
"You sure have changed, Sylvie," I said, realising the words echoed those of Sam after I'd squirted that first time, but my words weren't those of disapproval. "First of all you and I have long lesbian sex sessions, then you tell me that we are - or were - an item. You then fall for a muscleman and he moves in with you and you become a sexy couple, and now you want us to go somewhere where men will cum on our faces and all over us!"
"You make it sound so weird when you say that!" she cried. "C'mon, baby, we're a team, you me and Starr. We'll have a great time. Starr knows all the guys, so no-one's going to give us a hard time!" She nudged me and grinned.
"Not unless we want them to!" Yeah, Sylvie, I got it. Frankly it didn't bother me, having cum baths. I figured that it was all part of greater Sexual Knowledge and experience, besides which, deep down I felt a sort of excitement. I knew how Starr felt about us both and that he wouldn't let anything really crazy happen.
The building was above a downtown billiards parlor. We stepped out of the car into a warm night, and we'd been urged to wear as little as possible, which I liked. We heard the murmur of voices as we neared the top of the long staircase, and entered the main room. It was barely lit, but we could see there were a lot of men. I mean a lot. They were all in their muscle-guy outfits, and as soon as we arrived they began to undress. Starr led us over to the far wall, where there were some cushions on the bare linoleum floor. Sylvie and I kissed each other on the lips, to which there was a roar of approval, and then we knelt on adjacent cushions, where I watched her as she looked at the men.
Her face was like that of a child in a sweet shop, and as I followed her gaze, I had to agree that they were all hunks. My heart was beating fast, and my breathing had that catch of excitement in it. It was the same catch that I felt when I lay beneath Sylvie's ass, and had it pour Starr's cum down over me. We'd been told to keep our mouths open as they shot their loads, and we must swallow. They didn't want either of us squeezing cum out between pursed lips. We'd agreed because we'd both drunk cum - though Sylvie more than me, and this was just the same, in bulk.
I closed my eyes, mainly because I found the d‚cor so depressing, and let's face it, Sylvie and I were there to take their loads, not appraise the furnishings.
And then it started, as a group came and stood round us. With my eyes closed, I sensed there were three or four at a time, and then the first wad splashed into my mouth. I grinned because there was something about the whole thing that I found slightly amusing: it all these he-men masturbating into our mouths. Like, the thought occurred to me - and I tried not to laugh - that they couldn't get dates, so this was the only way they could unload, on their own in bed or in the shower. More cum followed, and now they were shooting across my eyes, which stung a little, and I tried to wipe it away, one or two missed my mouth completely and splashed down onto my tits. I heard Sylvie laugh next to me, and then she gave a groan. I tasted all sorts - salty, creamy, one or two slightly bitter, but they all tasted good, and I licked my lips and swallowed regularly.
Without exception, the loads were very impressive. These guys weren't firing weenies, they were spunking long, thick jets of cum that wouldn't have disgraced a good porn film, and now I was settling in for the evening. My face and body felt like it was covered in a film of cum, and I managed to look over at Sylvia during a momentary lull, having first to peel away some jizz so I could see, and she looked like I felt - her face was glistening and almost opaque. She caught my eye and smiled, then opened her mouth wide to show me that it was full. Right then I was hauled back to my duties, as a fresh wave of spunk came my way. I now had to swallow hard - and regularly - because I was in danger of overloading, there was so much of it! Hardly anyone spoke, though I heard some laughter right at the back, which for some reason pissed me off for a second, then I realised these were little boys having a treat, and it was all very illicit.
Poor cunts, I thought.
"Sylvie!" Starr's voice suddenly called out. "Kneel next to Lianne and lick her face!" I shook my head, sending cum flying off my skin, as I turned to her. She was almost blinded by now, wiping her face with both hands and sloughing off huge wads of jizz. She rose and came over, then knelt beside me. I turned to her and felt her tongue on my face, though she had to force it through layers of the goo.
"Didn't I say it'd be fun?" she murmured as our lips met before sliding off, and I began to lick her face clean.
"True, Sylvie," I muttered back, blowing bubbles of sperm as I spoke. "I may never have to eat again!" She laughed and blew a wad into my face. My tits were draped in curtains of it, and I spread my hands on them as if to clean myself off.
I'll give Sylvie her due, when it came to eating jizz, she won hands down, and her mouth and lips moved over me like a soft-nozzled Hoover.
"Now we get the wine glass," she said quietly as she wiped her lips.
"Stay where you are girls," came Starr's voice again, and through the strands of spunk that hung from my forehead and over my eyes, I could just make out a big wine glass into which they were all masturbating.
We watched Starr bring the brimming glass over to us, and Sylvia ran her hand down my back and on into my ass crack as we waited.
Starr gave her the first drink, and she slowly raised it to her lips, her eyes meeting mine over the rim, and took a long pull at it, and then lowered it, her cheeks bulging as she began to swallow. I could see that there were tears in the corner of her eyes as she realised she'd overdone the swallow, but game girl that she was, she got it down, and with a spunky grin handed the glass to me. I looked down into it, that viscous, gray-white concoction that somehow contains life, and the aroma hit my nose first - it was the smell of bedrooms, and long heavy fucks and having your face right down in a guy's crotch as he cums. And with that picture in my mind, I closed my eyes and took a long swallow.
I've always been surprised at how sluggish it is; when it comes shooting from a piss slit it moves fast, like a flash of light, and then, when it's in your mouth it's heavy and thick and almost has to be chewed. I managed though, and patted my chest and hiccuped. Sylvie grabbed the glass from me and took another hearty swig, and that's when some of the guys came over to join us. This was when I realised that they intended keeping the glass topped up. Sylvie was busy swallowing as I took the glass back, and then I held it at face level, while a long, hard cock was masturbated over the rim. Most of it went into the glass, and a few splashes hit me on the cheek and tits, but I took the new intake of cum and knocked it back.
The glass was returned to Sylvie, and two guys pumped their jizz into it. I looked up at one of them, and stroked his ass as he shuddered over the rim of the glass, and he smiled down at me.
Starr came and leaned over us.
"Do you two feel like taking on a few of the guys?" he spoke low. "Nothing heavy, and if you say no, them no it is."
"I'm game," I replied, and then turned to Sylvie. "What do you reckon?" She smiled through the gauze of cum that coated her face.
"Seems a shame not to, since we're here. I'm in the mood for some jizz the good old-fashioned way, cunt or ass!" I looked up at Starr, realizing I'd take him in either hole any day.
"Looks like we're on." I said, giving him a wink.
Sylvie and I knelt on the cushions and faced the wall away from the guys, and braced ourselves. We figured they'd shot most of their loads earlier on. How wrong could we have been?
They weren't rough, I'll give them that, but they were insatiable.
They took us, both at the same time, asses or cunts mainly, though one or two asked for blowjobs, so we obliged. And the time moved slowly on, as I gradually became numb in my lower regions, and I could see that Sylvie was flagging. Cum drooled from her face and body as she bowed her head to the onslaught, and I think I took it rather better than she did.
At one point, Starr mounted me from behind, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. I glanced over at Sylvie and she was just about awake, kneeling with her head down.
"Why can't you and me get away for a few days?" he asked. "We could fuck like there's no tomorrow, girl!" I grinned back over my shoulder.
"Oh you mean, you'd like to fuck me?" I laughed. "So what are we doing now?"
He pumped me good, and I felt his load hit the spot before he dragged his cock out.
Sylvie was quiet on the way home.
"You OK, babe?" I asked. She turned to me, her face weary and more tired than I'd ever seen it.
"What do you make of him?" she whispered in my ear, nodding at Starr's back.
"I don't think he's in it for the long term," I whispered back. "I mean you and him." She shook her head.
"I know." She cuddled close to me, and all I could smell arising from us both was spunk and maleness. She felt good though, and we sat there in the back of the car, with her flesh felt good against me.
"Would you consider - just for a while - moving in with me instead of him?" The whisper came, soft and low as though it had been dragged out of her, and though I knew it was going to be the most foolish thing I'd ever do, I said yes.
She cuddled me tighter as we drove through the early hours of the morning. Starr dropped me off at my place, and then he took Sylvie home, where she would ask him to move out.
I didn't think he was going to get a goodnight fuck, anyway.
That's it for now. I've come a long way, learnt a lot, and fucked even more. And now I was going to move in with a lesbian, as her lesbian partner. For how long I don't know.
I might catch up with you again some time.
-The End -