Harry Loves Henrietta (wl, cons, reluct, oral, MF, 
cum_play/eating, toy, voy, bukake, FF, cum_swap, beast)
by DemonBound

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interested in sex stories.  If you aren't, don't read 
them.  I'm not advocating or promoting anything and no 
real people are represented.  My stories may contain 
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begin story

Harry aimed his spurting cock at Henrietta's open 
mouthed face and his cum splattered perfectly across 
her lips and cheek with some droping onto her tongue 
and down her throat.  For some reason Harry didn't 
really understand, he just loved cumming on his wife's 
face. And she loved it when he did it too.  Their 
marriage was based on a genuine affection for one 
another, a love of old movies, and a serious fetish for 
his cum on her face.

They'd been married for 10 years, had a house with a 30 
year morgage and an eight year old son, but they still 
loved sex, particularly oral sex, and especially 
facials.  It was a miracle that their son Michael had 
ever been born, since Harry almost never came in his 
wife's cunt.  But having a child hadn't really put much 
of a dent in their sex lives.  Henrietta's mom loved to 
baby sit, and had actually moved in with the couple 
when Michael was born.  Jean, Michael's grandmother, 
was very understanding.  And all she wanted in return 
was a bit of catering to her own kink of voyuerish.  As 
long as they let her watch them have sex from time to 
time, she was more than happy to help out with Michael.

So with grandma's help, Harry and Henrietta had sex at 
any and every opportunity.  Like now.  Grandma and 
Michael were off to see a nice wholesome Disney movie.  
10 minutes after they'd left, Harry was rubbing the 
head of his rather impressive cock over his wife's 
cleavage.  She had good breasts, and liked Harry to pay 
attention to them.  Henrietta always made a point of 
wearing low cut blouses and tops.  Harry made a point 
of fondling them whenever he could get away with it.  
He had run his semi-hard cock along the ruffles of her 
white blouse and then drew the head across Henrietta's 
left nipple, which had hardened gratifyingly at the 
attention.  

Henrietta had moaned impatiently and scooped her tits 
out of the peasant blouse.  Harry had obligingly knelt 
down alongside his already kneeling wife and kissed her  
breasts, in turn taking each nipple into his mouth and 
suckling.  Henrietta whined in pain but didn't ask him 
to stop, her nipples were so sensative that even 
relatively mild attention to the swollen tips actually 
caused her pain, but she always claimed it was a good 
pain.  It had unnerved Harry at first, since he was not 
into pain at all, but in a good marriage one 
compromised for the sake of giving your partner what 
she needed. He bite at them softly and snaked a hand 
down under her gray tweed skirt to cup her dripping 
cunt through her white silk panties.

Since she was already wet, he knew she'd been playing 
with herself on the sly even before her mother and 
their son had left for the movies.  She'd probably been 
diddling herself with one of her dildos all through 
dinner.  Because she liked his cock in her mouth, she 
had other toys for her cunt.  Sure enough, he could 
feel a string running between her cunt lips.  This was 
a small battery powered vibrator that she could insert 
and let run for hours.  The cord ran to a garter belt 
that held a small battery case against her inner thigh. 
Good, he thought, no need to get her hot, she'd seen to 
that already.

Harry had stood up and presented his cock to 
Henrietta's lips.  He was still turned on by the fact 
that she looked like some mousy but pretty librarian 
with her oval lensed glasses and conservative, if low 
cut, clothing.  This impression was immediately 
contradicted though when she willingly opened her full 
sensual lips and engulfed about 3 inches of cock and he 
felt her running the ball of her tongue piercing under 
the head of his dick.  Her tongue and lips played on 
his instrument like the virtuoso of fellatio that she 
was.  Her head began bobbing in a complex rhythm 
designed to bring Harry off as fast as humanly 
possible.  So it was only a couple of minutes later 
that he had pulled back and spurted his first load 
across her face.  The first shot had been perfect, a 
line drawn right across her full, open, lips and her 
cheek.  The second he had deliberately aimed at her 
glasses since it always excited him to see his thick 
cream running down the sparkling glass and dripping 
onto Henrietta's face.  The third and fourth spurts had 
splattered her jaw and spunked  up her long chestnut 
brown hair.  Harry took his cock in hand and smacked it 
against her heaving breast, to splash a few last drops 
on the quivering flesh.

Henrietta smiled and took his semi hard cock between 
her lips.  She knew that Harry was far from through for 
the night.  He might look like the balding accountant 
that he actually was, but his 8 inch cock could get 
hard again and again and spew forth an astonishing 
amount of spunk for her mouth face or tits.  In fact it 
was one of the reason's she had married Harry.  In High 
School, Henrietta had learned that she liked sucking 
cock, but she didn't like the reputation that had gone 
with sucking as much cock as she needed to get off.  
Harry had been a gift from God.  Instead of having to 
practically date the whole basketball team to get all 
the cream she wanted, she just needed Harry.  And he 
was smart, made her laugh, and after they got married 
he'd gotten a good job so that money was only a minor 
problem.  And her mother had liked him, though 
Henrietta hadn't know how much or why until after 
they'd caught her mother peeping at them when they'd 
been fooling around on a visit to her house.  They'd 
thought she had gone to bed and Henrietta had Harry 
buried in her throat at least 5 inches when she'd seen 
her mother in a mirror, masturbating in her robe as she 
watched them from a darkened doorway.  She'd choked 
like she hadn't since their wedding night and pulled 
his cock out of her mouth so fast Harry had yipped in 
pain.  Henrietta was mad at first, but she'd noticed 
that Harry never got soft while they had discussed what 
had happened with her mother. Finally, Henrietta had 
thought, what the hell, and leaned over Harry's lap and 
began blowing him again.  Harry had grinned and happily 
shot a load of cum down her throat while her mother 
watched and finally they had both watched as her mother 
had masturbated to orgasm.  That had been the beginning 
of the deal that let them have quality time without the 
kid.

So now they were free to indulge in their favorite 
pastime of oral sex sprinkled with any other kind of 
sex they could think of that turned either one of them 
on.

Henrietta had to work a little harder for her second 
helping of cum.  Harry stayed semi-hard after he came, 
but now the hair trigger on his sperm shooter was gone.  
But Henrietta was a master at this, and used  her 
hands, and lips, and tongue on the big cock before her 
until Harry was once more rock hard.  She took his cock 
head into her mouth and began slowly to swallow it.  
She eased the head back beyond the back of her mouth 
and on deep into her throat.  The key was relaxation 
and controling her gag reflex. Soon she had all of 
Harry's 8 inches down her throat.  Harry loved it when 
she did this, he murmured words of love and 
encouragement and joked that she should have been a 
sword swallower.  She grinned around his cock, and 
began a slow rhythm of deep cock sucking that had his 
cock buried to the hilt in her throat about every third 
or fourth stroke.  She also played with his balls, 
gently kneeding them.  And when he got near to orgasm 
again she teased his asshole with one of her fingers, 
not actually penetrating, but definately providing 
stimulation to his prostate.  The first spurt went down 
her throat, but that was a waste as far as she was 
concerned.  With the cock head buried in her throat, 
she could feel his cock throb and spurt, but she 
couldn't taste his cum, or play with it later.  So she 
pulled back so that his cock was just at her lips, and 
let his spunk coat her tongue.  She had some 
girlfriends who said they didn't like the taste of 
jism, but Henrietta had always loved it.  Harry's was 
smooth and creamy and sweet because he was in good 
shape generally and he made sure to eat things like 
celery that were supposed to flavor jism pleasantly.  
It seemed to work for him.  She swallowed some of it as 
she milked his balls for more, but she saved a goodly 
amount in her mouth for later.  

When Harry finally petered out.  She grinned up at him, 
and spit out his cum into her palm.  Then as he watched 
she tilted back her head and let it trickle down her 
fingers back into her mouth.  That did it.  Harry was 
instantly hard again, and only 2 minutes later, 
Henrietta got her third load of cum, this time all over 
her tits, which she lovingly scooped up with her 
fingers and gulped down for her husbands delight.  

Even Harry needed a rest after that, so he lay down and 
she knelt over his face so that he could lick her 
dripping pussy.  Henrietta like that a lot, though she 
could actually cum from getting a load of jism down her 
throat or on her face, the actual stimulation of her 
clit let her shoot off into a half dozen very 
satisfying orgasms.

But now they had to take a break, and this was where 
they had their one problem in their sex lives.  
Henrietta wanted more cock, more cum, more splattering 
jism on her face, than even Harry could provide. Sure, 
after a rest he was good for another 3 or 4 cums, but 
she didn't want to rest, she wanted to suck cock and 
swallow cum.  But Harry was only human, and even the 
most understanding of husbands could get a little upset 
when his wife wanted to suck cock and she didn't care 
at that point if it was his cock or not.  Harry just 
hadn't much cared for his wife's desire for outside 
cock.  He'd unhappily given in when he realized that 
she was dissatisfied with their sex lives, but had done 
his best to compromise with her insatiable appetite for 
cum.  He'd finally made contact with a swingers club a 
comfortable distance away from the town they lived in.

The club required regular health screening, so they 
didn't need to worry about catching  a disease like 
AIDS or some such, and was far enough away that they 
weren't likely to run into anyone they knew in other 
social circles. And they were more than willing to set 
up what Henrietta said she needed.  And Harry had set 
up a request of his own, partly because he really was 
interested in the idea, and partly because he thought 
she should have to pay a little for her pleasures with 
something she didn't quite want to do.

So they had gone to the tastefully appointed club, 
which had looked like a high class strip club, except 
that all the women were married or at least in a 
permanent relationship with someone else in the club.  
There was no cheating or prostitution allowed, but as 
long as both people were ok with it, anything else 
went.  

They'd had a few drinks and met some of the people when 
the floor show started.  The show was always an amatuer 
talent night with sex as the talent.  A well lit stage 
was surrounded by stools and tables so that everyone 
who cared to could see and the closest could touch if 
it were allowed.  Most of the time it was. Henrietta 
wasn't actually the first show.  There was an 
interracial couple that got a very nice response from 
the crowd when his big black cock finally disappeared 
into her red thatched and freckled white pussy.  Then 
two women made love to each other with a double headed 
dildo.  And then a man demonstrated that he could suck 
his own cock, which got a lot of laughing applause from 
the crowd, especially from the women.  But then 
Henrietta was called up on stage.

She was helped up on stage by one of the clubs bouncers 
(even a nice swingers club could get some jerks) and 
then knelt in the center of the stage.  Then a line of 
men formed from the audience, at least 10 more or less 
good looking men who stripped to reveal already 
hardening cocks.  Henrietta didn't even bother to 
remove her blouse, she just beckoned to the first man 
in line who walked up to her and presented his cock to 
her.  With only a nervous lick of her lips, Henrietta 
began licking at his rigid pole, soon taking it into 
her mouth and after only a couple of minutes, pulling 
back to let his cum splatter her face.  Another man 
took the first's place and soon shot his own load into 
her willing mouth.  It was only a few minutes later 
that she had gone through the first 10 men, and was 
wearing their gifts to her in her hair, on her cloths, 
across her face, and some gulped down her throat.  

Harry had watched with a fair amount of jealousy, but 
he'd also realized that he actually liked seeing his 
wife in action.  He'd slowly frigged his cock as she'd 
gone through the first group of men, and grinned a 
little nastily when he realized his little trick was 
coming up.  He'd made her promise that she'd suck off 
every person who wanted her too, and she'd even agreed 
that he could force her to if she refused.  She'd 
thought he ment to get some fat biker or some ugly old 
man to fuck her face, and she'd been secretly looking 
forward to a bit of humiliation and maybe a nasty 
tasting cock, as her husbands little revenge.  So she 
was completely taken off guard when one of the women in 
the audience came up to her, a beautiful asian woman 
with flowing black hair, and presented her naked pussy 
to Henrietta's mouth. Now Henrietta wasn't a lesbian, 
and so she pulled back, shaking her head in denial.  
But the bouncer was back, and he grabbed her hair 
firmly at the base of her skull and forced her face 
into the other woman's crotch.  Henrietta had whimpered 
and squirmed, trying to get away, tried to call out to 
Harry to stop this.  But Harry had only grinned and 
urged the bouncer to keep her there until she licked 
the other woman to orgasm.

She'd had no choice but to begin licking, and though 
she felt dirty to be tonguing another woman's snatch, 
she soon found that it was a sort of dirty she could 
live with, even enjoy.   Soon the woman was groaning 
and squirming and finally she came in a very vocal 
release.  Then the pretty asian got down on all fours 
and two men entered her as Henrietta was forced to 
watch.  She saw that the man  at the pretty asian 
woman's cunt was none other than her husband Harry, and 
he winked at her as he sawed his beautiful cock into 
the other woman's cunt.  After only a few minutes, 
Harry shot his load into the woman's pussy, and the man 
at her other end shot his load into her mouth.  Then 
Harry shifted around so that he could watch as his wife 
was forced to eat out the oriental woman's cum filled 
snatch.  Henrietta wept a bit, but that didn't stop her 
from slurping and sucking at the other woman's vagina 
to try and get her husband's spent seed back out of her 
cunt.  The woman seemed to enjoy that immensely, and 
something in Henrietta had enjoyed it too, not so much 
the act itself, but the depravity of it, the 
humiliation, the lack of control of her own sexuality.  
Besides, as always, she loved the taste of cum, even 
cum from another woman's cunt.  But Harry hadn't been 
through with his wife yet.

The oriental woman had turned to Henrietta and started 
to massage her breasts through her spermy blouse, then  
she had unbuttoned the stained and spotted garment, 
bared Henrietta's bra clad chest and even unhooked that 
conservative white silk bra to show the men and women 
of the swinger's club her naked and slightly slimy 
tits.  The woman had gently rolled Henrietta's 
sensative nipples between her long nailed fingers, 
until Henrietta was practically cumming just from 
nipple stimulation.  Then she suddenly squeezed the 
sensative tips of flesh with surprising ferocity, 
forcing an open mouthed cry of pain, liberally mixed 
with passion, from Henrietta.  When Henrietta had 
opened her mouth, the woman leaned over her, and 
expertly spit the mouthful of cum she had been 
carefully concealing in her mouth since the man who had 
been fucking her mouth had shot his load. 

After that, half the men had gone to Henrietta, who had 
sucked their cocks and taken their loads down her 
throat or on her face or body, and half the men had 
gone to the beautiful oriental woman and fucked her in 
the mouth, cunt or even her ass.  And after a 
sufficient number had cum in the woman's body, 
Henrietta was forced to suck the cum from whatever 
orifice it had been deposited in, or the woman had spit 
it on her in interesting ways.  Henrietta had ended up 
taking the sperm of every man in the club that night on 
her face or in her mouth, directly or indirectly.

Though Harry and Henrietta had decided that they really 
had enjoyed their adventure, they also decided that the 
club wasn't really for them, at least not on a regular 
basis.  Some other means of getting Henrietta the cum 
she craved was needed, one preferably that didn't 
involve sucking off a lot of strange men.  And so Harry 
had thought of another solution to their problem.  He 
found a way to give her the sex she needed without 
sharing  her with other men.

So, like now, when Harry needed a break, but Henrietta 
was just getting started, they brought in the second 
string.

Harry got up and opened the door to the garage and let 
in his back up plan.  They whined a friendly greeting 
and wagged their tails, knowing what was coming.  
Bruce, the great dane barked in excitement, Colin, the 
german shepard, just grinned his doggy grin and thrust 
his snout into Harry's crotch in a friendly canine 
greeting.  

Harry laughed and led his 'lads' as he called them into 
the living room where Henrietta eagerly awaited her 
extra lovers.  It wasn't long before she had her mouth 
full of long hard, bright red great dane cock.  Dog 
jism might be a little watery, but there was a lot of 
it, and when Bruce finished shooting his load, Colin 
was eagerly awaiting his turn at his mistresses lips.

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