by Matthew Lee
Sara loves that beast, he pondered. He tried to understand what it must be like for her but failed. Tina loves it too. I guess I'd need a vagina to fully comprehend why they adore it.
Tina wanted to laugh. She'd blown this marriage apart, there was no denying that; she saw it plainly on Sara and Mike's faces. Her gut told her they'd stay married, but nothing would remain the same. Mike had a fetish for this kind of thing and that had caught her by surprise, but she welcomed it.
It's better this way, she thought. Mike the dutiful husband waiting at home while Sara the whorish wife goes out with her best friend Tina to play with whatever boys they can find. This is going to be FUN.
Tina sighed contentedly. “Alright, Randy, let's get dressed and leave these two alone. I'm sure they have a LOT to talk about.”
Randy was reluctant to leave but followed Tina's lead. Once dressed, he asked Sara when he could see her again and instead of answering Sara turned to look at Mike. He fumbled at first and then murmured a quiet, “soon,” before looking down at the bed. Randy beamed and Sara looked surprised. Tina hid her smile.
Mike and Sara lay silent for a long time after the front door closed. Mike had a million questions but at the moment he said nothing. Images of Sara getting fucked by Randy flashed through his mind, making it difficult to think. Sara nuzzled closer and Mike put his arm around her shoulders.
“You fucked Tina,” she stated.
Mike's first impulse was to throw back a “You fucked Randy,” but didn't.
“Yes, I did.”
“I bet that made you happy.”
“Yes, it did,” he answered honestly.
They were both quiet a moment and then Sara laughed.
“What the fuck did we just do?”
Mike shook his head. “I don't know, Baby. Everything happened so fast. I have a ton of questions but I'm still in shock.” He gazed into her eyes earnestly. “I want to do something but I don't want to freak you out.”
She met his gaze and gave him a nod.
He moved down the bed and cautiously spread her legs. Her gummy labia, closed at last, slowly pulled apart. Her spread her labia wider using his fingers and then there it was; a pure white pool of Randy, all over inside her cunt. Like a puddle of pearly milk reaching as far back into her as the light allowed him to see, sperm coated her vaginal walls, collecting in puddles. The smell of bread dough drifted up and a chill ran up his spine; Randy owned this pussy. He was everywhere. Sara almost sloshed with virile seed. Mike spread Sara wider. There was so much. Mike dipped a finger in and rubbed the slippery fluid around his fingertips.
“Is that...him?” Sara asked. “Are you spreading his sperm around your fingers?”
“Yes.”
Sara studied her husband's face.
“You're not angry? Jealous?”
“Not angry but a little jealous, yes. But it feels good in a weird way. It hurts but I like it.”
He softly pinched Sara's labia closed, trapping all that semen inside her. He looked up into her big hazel eyes, filled with curiosity, watching him.
“Will we do this again?” she asked, hopeful but trying to hide her true excitement.
Mike considered all they'd gone through.
“Yes,” he admitted. “I'm sure we will. Maybe not right away, but yeah.”
Sara reached between her legs and held her husband's face.
“I want to fuck Dean,” she declared.
“Jennifer might have something to say about that.”
Sara felt elation boiling up and for a moment was confused. Then she understood. She smiled broadly.
“Why are you grinning?” Mike asked.
“Two reasons; first, relief. Now you know; about me, about what I did. You know and you still love me and want to be with me. I feel all this weight off my shoulders. I hated hiding that from you. I love you so much and the secrecy ate me alive. I hated myself for what I did.”
Mike nodded slowly. “I get that. I know I'm partly to blame. And the second reason?”
“When I said I wanted to fuck Dean, you didn't say no.”
Mike nodded. “That's true and I guess that's pretty telling. Wow. Things are going to get turned upside-down around here, I think. Is that everything you have to tell me? Do you have more secrets I should know about?”
Sara chewed her bottom lip. “Since we're being totally honest, yes, I have one last thing to confess, but then you will know everything.”
Mike felt his heart skip.
“What?”
“I told you I want to fuck Dean and that's only half true. I should say I want to fuck him again. This time, I want to go all the way. You saw me blow him that night but earlier, in the pool, he was inside my pussy for a minute. I freaked out and swam away but that's why I blew him. I was so horny.”
“You swallowed his cum. You rarely swallow cum.”
“Baby, like I said, I was horny.”
Mike thought back, all the way back to that night Sara and Tina went out.
“Sara, what about Jamul? Did you fuck him that night?”
“No, Tina blew him for a second and I held his penis in my hand, but nothing sexual.”
Mike stared at her belly button, lost in thought. He knew beneath that belly button Randy's sperm sought Sara's egg. His penis stirred and Sara felt it bump her knee. She moved her legs and saw his penis swelling.
“You want more?” she asked, incredulous. “Jesus, Mike. You're so much more sexual these days. What turned you on this time?”
Mike sighed. “Baby, there is a lot we don't know about ourselves. I realize now we've been so sheltered sexually. We have buried a lot of thoughts and feelings. We got married so young. Maybe we should investigate some of the things that excite us.”
“I will not risk this marriage,” she stated emphatically.
“That's good to hear. Me either. I have no idea where to begin or how. Do you?”
Sara rolled on her side and faced Mike directly.
“I have a few ideas,” she purred.
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