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Subject: {ASSM} A Mostly Unwelcome Surprise - Part 1 - Linda's Reveal - MF, cheat, cuckold, oral, rim, creampie
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   A Mostly Unwelcome Surprise By Clove Hardwood

   The following story is entirely a work of fiction.  It has minor plot
elements inspired by my own life, but my real-life partner, Ginger has been
nothing but respectful to me throughout our open marriage.  This story is,
in fact, driven by my fantasies of what it would be like if she wasn't.

   This is my first-ever adult story.  It was meant to be a short, one-part
piece to get my creative juices flowing and test the waters, but once I
started I couldn't stop and couldn't find anything to sacrifice.  In the
end it had to be split into four parts to be reasonable to read, but I
think it reads well that way.  Please enjoy, and feel free to pass along
your thoughts via email or Twitter.

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   PART 1 - Linda's Reveal

   Linda and I have what you'd describe as a darn good marriage.  While we
married young, we were happy, and still are.  And the sex is great.  Well,
most of the time.  Early on in the relationship was really good, and
constant.  Over time it petered down a little bit until we started to
figure out a few "new" tricks (mostly things we tried early on that we
didn't get the hang of the first time), and things improved again for a
while.  We've repeated that pattern a few times, and it works well.

   A few years ago, though, while in the heat of an upswing, we started
talking about what we'd do if one of us cheated on the other.  She
surprised me by telling me that she really never thought she could leave me
even if I did, because it just didn't seem worth it to end the relationship
over that.  After careful thought I realized that I simply didn't have the
balls to leave her if she did.  Our relationship was too good, and I knew
that even if it hurt me, I couldn't end everything over something that is,
at the end of the day, not THAT big a deal.  Plus where would I go?  I
committed my life to this woman, and the upheaval would be too big.

   Over time that discussion led us to realize that maybe instead of just
agreeing we'd never leave each other if one of us cheated, we should just
expressly allow it if there was no major penalty anyway.  But we put a sort
of don't ask, don't tell policy in place, so if it happens, we still try to
hide it, but if one of us suspects, we don't make a federal case out of it.
Life just goes on, and the topic gets avoided.

   Now on my end, I didn't really think there was much to it beyond a loose
agreement.  While Linda swears I'm attractive, I don't see it, and I don't
have much skill with the ladies.  I get along well with them and can make
them laugh, but I've never been any good at turning a fun conversation into
sex.  So the odds of me ever hooking up with a girl other than the one who
married me and was obligated to fuck me (my self-esteem talking) were
pretty slim.  But having the rule there was fun because it allowed me to
look at other girls a different way, with that sense of "hey, I could
actually do that."

   But on Linda's end, it was different.  Linda's gorgeous, and she gets
the attention of other men very easily.  She gets looks, she gets flirts,
and guys fall for her.  I have no idea how I landed her when what seem like
better-qualified men are after her, but I did.  And this never bothered me
because she's always been faithful.  But with this new rule out there, I
wondered.  If either of us could use it easily, it was definitely her. 
Heck, I bet most of the guys at her job (well, when she's forced to work
from the office) would jump her in a heartbeat if she just gestured to them
with her finger the right way (the rest are gay, btw).

   It's exactly that realization that got me to obsess over the topic a
little bit more and start bringing it into my porn searches.  I read
stories about girlfriends and wives cheating on their men, I found photos
and videos that claimed to be hidden camera footage of her caught in the
act, and even those silly staged videos with her guy supposedly sitting on
the couch while she fucks some other stud.  And all this stuff was starting
to turn me on.  I especially noticed a pattern with much of it, of the stud
cumming inside the cheating girl.  What happened from there was all over
the place, but it was common, and seemed to fit the big picture of either
humiliating her man, or at least confirming that someone else had conquered
her.  This led me to find a new appreciation for creampie photos and
videos, which quickly took over as my most commonly sought-after imagery
for jacking off.  All told, this new track, despite filling me with some
odd degree of almost horror at how some of these men were treated, was also
get ing me off as much as three times a day.

   Linda and I are pretty cool with each other on porn.  She enjoys it too
on occasion, and has no problem with me looking at it.  I can leave it open
on my computer without fear of her freaking out.  This stuff, though, I
tended to keep hidden when possible, because it was just...  weird.  I
didn't know how I felt about it, even though it clearly got me off, and I
didn't know what she would think about it.  Still, once or twice she'd find
something on there, and make a comment about it.  I'd laugh it off as
something I'd stumbled upon, joke that it was kind of interesting but kind
of weird at the same time, and change the subject.  After a few times
either I got better at hiding it, or she stopped mentioning it, and the
subject was dropped between us, even though I kept looking, reading,
watching, and thinking.

   Anyway, most of that was over the last year or so, and the overall topic
hasn't been broached since.  We made the agreement we did, but it's not
gone beyond that.  I see cute girls all the time that I fantasize about
hooking up with, but I don't have the balls or skill to make it happen, and
Linda doesn't seem to be any different, fucking me at least as often as
before, if not more (maybe we've been on an upswing), and over the past few
weeks has been getting more adventurous, trying things she normally
wouldn't try, or taking more initiative on her own to do fun things, like
blowing me the moment I walked in the door one day.  Hell, she even
suggested we finally try anal for the first time, which turned out to be
much easier than I expected.  It's really been great.

   And that leads us up to last week.  I was running a little late on my
way home from work, and I texted Linda to see if she wanted me to pick up
anything from the store.  She wrote back "no, just come right home," with a
wink emoticon.  Hehehe, sounds like she's in a good mood.  So I rushed
straight home.

   When I arrived, the downstairs was empty and she yelled down for me to
come upstairs to the bedroom.  I was happy to comply and headed right up. I
found her wearing nothing but a teddy, lying on our very-rumpled bed, with
similarly-rumpled hair.  Must have just gotten up from a nap.  Ah, the
perks of working from home.

   "Strip for me," she said with a sly grin on her face unlike any I'd ever
seen before.  Something was up, and from her attitude it seemed like it was
going to be exciting, in a bad (good) way.  I chuckled and quickly stripped
down until I was naked, and my already-hardening cock was starting to poke
out.

   She gestured for me to come to her (what'd I say about that gesture?),
and I walked to the bed.  She had left room on the side of her, clearly
meaning for me to lie beside her.  As I did, she asked, "so how was your
day, honey?" with a voice that dripped the same attitude her grin had
betrayed.

   "Nothing too special," I replied.  "Jack was kind an ass today, but I
don't think any of that's important right now.  How about yours?"

   "Oh, it was interesting..." was her reply.  "I had some fun while I was
waiting for you to get home."

   I eyed the partially-opened dresser drawer where we keep the lube and
the toys, realizing now why she was in the extra-horny mood she was in. 
Clearly she'd just been playing with herself, working herself up for my
arrival, getting herself wet so I wouldn't need the lube for an easy
penetration.  That's my girl.

   "I bet you did," I said with a smirk.  "And did you get yourself nice
and wet?"

   She giggled, loudly, as though trying to contain a full-scale laugh.  "I
don't think wet's the right word to describe how I am right now," she said
with an ear-to-ear grin that didn't lose a drop of the slyness she clearly
couldn't wipe from her face if she had wanted to.  "Want to feel?"

   I grinned, and slid my hand down her body, moving a little slowly, and
wandering slightly, to tease her.  She writhed and let out quiet moans
appropriately, as I worked my way past the hem of her nighty, and then
slowly back up under it.

   I could feel the heat of her nicely shaven pussy as I approached which
was hotter than usual, obviously because she had just given it a bit of a
pre-game workout.  And then finally my finger reached paydirt.  I think I
barely grazed the nook where her outer labia meets her inner thigh and
immediately felt moisture.  I moved my finger toward her actual lips, and
it was clear she was wetter the closer I got to the source.  Except it felt
different somehow; it felt slightly...  thicker, or even maybe a touch
slimier than her wetness normally feels.  Not like lube, either, but
something very different.

   My reaction must have been obvious, because she started giggling again.
"How does it feel?"

   "You weren't kidding," I said as I pulled my finger away to examine it.
Other than clearly being wet (or, again, slightly slimy?), I couldn't
identify anything by looking at my moistened finger.  I did catch a faint
odd, but vaguely familiar scent in the air, though, after moving my hand
out from between her legs.  Something subtle, with a slight tint of...  was
that a bleachy smell, maybe?  Whatever it was, it seemed like a smell I
should already know.  "You're sopping wet down there, but it feels
different than usual.  What's the deal?"

   "Didn't I tell you wet wasn't the right word for it?" she replied
through more giggles.  I was starting to think she might have had a drink
or two before I got home from the way she was acting.  "Maybe you want to
take a look to see if you can figure it out."

   At this she started to rotate toward the edge of the bed to hang her
legs over, like she usually does while I'm eating her out.  I got up and
got down on my knees in front of her.  She seemed to be making extra effort
to keep her legs closed as she moved herself into position, which I assumed
was for extra dramatic effect.  She then slowly parted her legs as she
lifted the hem of her teddy, giving me the view she was clearly dying to
reveal.

   I'm honestly not sure what happened in my head at this point.  Part of
me was determined to have no clue what I was seeing, and part of me knew
instantly.  Whatever the case, the sight in front of me focused into
reality pretty quickly.

   Linda's pussy wasn't simply wet, it was glistening.  I've seen her wet
with her juices and wet with lube, and never did she glisten like this. 
And the glistening fluid that seemed to have coated the entire outside of
her pussy, and some of her inner thighs, clearly had a source, as it got
thicker the closer it got to her slightly askew slit.  And the thicker it
got, the hazier it got, until right along her slit it had a very clear
white milkiness to its color.  After the half-second it took my brain to
register the clues and reconcile the no-way versus duh argument, I knew
what I was looking at.  My wife's pussy was covered with, and clearly
filled with, cum.  And considering I just got home, it obviously wasn't
mine.

   The look on my face as I realized prompted the biggest shit-eating grin
I've ever seen on my wife.  "How do you like it, honey?  Does it compare to
the ones you've been jacking off to on the Internet every day?" she said
with a strange mix of that same cocky, sly attitude she'd had all evening,
and genuine interest with a hint of looking for approval.  No sense of
sarcasm or annoyance from her, nothing to suggest that she was upset by my
mostly-hidden online obsession.  She seemed to actually care what I thought
of the impromptu live presentation of my favorite type of porn.

   This threw me completely off, and muddled my emotions.  I was affronted
with too much at once and couldn't process it all.  I had a creampie
sitting less than a foot and a half from my face, and it happened to be my
wife's.  She had clearly just cheated on me, which was still a huge and
painful concept despite our distant agreement that it was okay.  Images of
another man's dick INSIDE MY WIFE crashed in my head, alongside pictures of
her cumming while she rode his faceless body and called out his unknown
name.  And she knew about my secret obsession with the whole package and
seemed to be implying that it may have been the reason she did this.

   At this point I remembered she had asked me a question, but all I could
do was stammer out an almost incoherent, "How-- who...?" before falling
silent as I stared at her creamy cunt.  As I looked, more details stood
out. I saw a couple of stray pubic hairs stuck to her skin by the sticky
spunk that coated it.  Linda shaves, and I trim mine shorter than that,
which meant they could only belong to whoever just created that mess.  Her
lips, which normally form a flawless closed mound with an adorably clean
slit were slightly parted in places, and met up in skewed ways, similar to
the way they looked after I had thoroughly fucked her.  And since her legs
were no longer tightly clamped together, I could see there was a very
slight trickle effect occurring toward the base of her slit, as this
stranger's semen seeped out of her loosened cunt.  And I also realized that
it's quite possible that, in my entire life, my dick had never been harder
than it was at this moment.

   "Well, clearly you're speechless, so I guess it's up to me to figure out
what you want to know," she commented with an air of confidence and
control, with not the slightest hint of guilt or regret.  Clearly she was
enjoying this.  "You want to know how this hot, thick load of jizz ended up
inside the pussy you were pretty sure was exclusively yours?" I nodded. 
"And you want to know who put it there?" I paused slightly on this one
before nodding, as the idea of putting a potential face to the source of
what was simultaneous filling me with an achy numbness and turning me on
more than anything else was overwhelming.  But I did nod.  "Good, but in
exchange for telling you want you want to know, I'll need you to do me a
little favor, first.  Can you help me with something?"

   This took me aback.  My wife just revealed she cheated on me, in one of
the most shocking ways I could imagine, and she was asking me to do her a
favor in exchange for telling me what happened?  And yet she had me, quite
nearly literally, by the balls at this moment.  I had to know to know
everything for the sake of both heads.  I once again nodded with
trepidation.

   "Good boy, I knew you'd agree.  See, even though I really do enjoy the
feeling of a big load of cum in my pussy, and talk about big, it felt like
he was filling me more than I could--" She interrupted herself as she
looked at me.  "Oops, those are details to save until after you've helped
me, although you would have figured that one out soon enough.  Anyway, as
good as his cum feels inside me, a tiny bit of it's seeped out already, and
the breeze against it's creating a bit of a chill, and it's getting kind of
sticky.  Would you mind cleaning it up for me?" The grin on her face had
begun to spread again as she said this.

   In my stupor, I started to get up.  "I'll get a washcloth or something."

   "Uh, uh, uh..." she said in a surprisingly commanding tone that stopped
me in my tracks.  "Washcloths are too rough for my delicate pussy.  You
know how sensitive it is after I've cum a few--" again, she interrupted
herself in semi-mock realization.  "I've got to stop giving away details,
don't I?  Anyway, my cunt's too sensitive for a rough washcloth.  I was
thinking of something softer, more delicate, more precise, and more... 
in-your-face."

   Her hint hit me like a ton of bricks.  I knew what some wives made their
cuckold husbands do after they'd been filled (although some husbands did it
willingly, if not happily).  There was no way in hell I was about to eat
another man's cum, especially after he'd just violated my wife.  The idea
was disgusting.  I mean, my wife has swallowed my cum a few times (she
mostly preferred I cum on her, spitting if I did get it in her mouth, and
usually complaining afterwards on the special occasions when she
swallowed), but she's supposed to do that, it was my cum, and I was her
husband.  This was a complete stranger's cum that had been pumped into her
without my knowledge or permission.  And I'm a straight guy; I don't eat
cum.

   She saw the recognition on my face, although clearly couldn't read all
my thoughts, and smiled, this time a bit more conciliatorily.  "Yes, that's
right.  Come here, dear, and clean my well-fucked cunt with your tongue. 
Just worry about getting the outside nice and clean for now."

   Obviously there was no way I was going to do this.  There was no way my
face was going between her sexy legs, pressing up against her gorgeous,
flawless, shaved pussy which I normally beg her to let me eat.  Not when it
was covered and filled with another man's slimy jizz.  Heck, I couldn't eat
her after MY cum was inside her, although to be honest that was probably
more because I tend to lose all sexual interest the moment I get off.

   And yet, as I was thinking of all that, I found myself getting back on
my knees while spreading hers apart, and looking more closely at the very
thing I was sure I didn't want to be near at that moment.  It fascinated me
to see it, for real, in front of my eyes.  No photo or video I had ever
seen on the Internet compared to the real thing, a foot away from my face.

   "Attaboy," she said with a chuckle as she grabbed the back of my head
and suddenly shoved me, nose first, into her creamed cunt, giving me no
time to react or fight back.

   It was the scents that hit me first, probably since my nose practically
penetrated her slickened opening immediately.  I almost instantly separated
out the various familiar odors.  Pussy, sweat, sex (how had I missed that
before?), and that bleachy smell which I now realized I should have
recognized from the pile of used tissues in the trashcan next to my
computer.  And then, of course, there was the physical moisture against my
face.  The same sliminess I had felt on my fingers before.

   I must have spent more time than I realized simply analyzing what I was
feeling and smelling, because Linda loosened her grip and said, "Hurry up,
it's not going to clean itself, and I don't want to forget any details."

   The reminder that my knowledge of what happened rested exclusively on
completing this task forced me to access my stubborn streak and commit
myself.  I pulled away slightly, and tentatively stuck out my tongue.  I
started on the side, where there was the least of it.  Honestly, I didn't
notice much.  I felt the slight slimy texture of it, but couldn't detect
much of a taste.  This made me feel slightly better, although also made me
wonder why women complain about swallowing this stuff.  I ended up licking
up everything around her pussy relatively quickly.  I heard a few moans
from above, so clearly she was enjoying it, although I hadn't gotten to any
of the good parts yet.

   Then I moved to her labia.  It was slightly thicker here, and slightly
hazier.  This is where the taste started to kick in a little.  I finally
understood all the salty comments, although it still really wasn't bad.  I
was still getting more texture than taste at this point, and although I
personally prefer not to eat slimy things, I can't say it was horrible. 
I'm sure with enough exposure it no longer bothers a person.  Must be how
the porn stars and working girls can look so happy about it.

   Finally I decided to bite the bullet and move in on the slit.  This was
where it was clearly most concentrated, and where I had seen the trickle
earlier.  As I looked now, I could see the trickle had actually reached her
puckered little anus at this point and kind of pooled there.  I decided to
start there, since I don't mind rimming, and if I worked from the top down
it would just give it time for more to seep out.

   As my tongue touched her lovely asshole, she squirmed and giggled at the
sensation.  Meanwhile I got the most highly-concentrated dose of the stuff
yet on my tongue.  Much saltier, more pungent, and not entirely pleasant.
But not unbearable, either.  There was just enough there, though, that I
actually had to actively swallow what I licked up instead of just absorbing
it in my mouth.  Weird feeling, but I managed, without even a gag instinct.
This is really what all the fuss was about?

   I worked my way up her slit, collecting a larger amount on my tongue as
I went.  The taste was definitely more intense overall, and all the
descriptions I'd heard started to make sense.  And yes, even though I'd say
it wasn't a flavor I'd order in a drink form, it also wasn't something I
could see a girl throwing up from, or needing to spit out like so many do.
I swallowed what I had on my tongue without trouble.

   At this point I finally had to part her lips with my tongue as the
outside was pretty much done.  I glanced up at Linda to make sure she
realized this, since this is when she was supposed to start her end of the
bargain.  But her eyes were closed, and she was moaning from my efforts,
and I realized she was in just the right frame of mind that I could get her
off.  Why I cared about that right now when I was in the middle of eating
the results of her cheating on me, I don't know, but it's what I thought
about.

   I slid my tongue into her slit and up to her clit.  I collected a lot
more cum than I expected, which I swallowed easily, and reached her clit
and started working it.  She started moaning more obviously, and moving her
hips in time with me.  I'd occasionally lick back down her slit as she
likes it, surprised to find a little more cum collected since the last time
I did that, and then back to her clit.  By this point I was pretty sure I
had gotten all of it, as I had easily swallowed at least as much as I cum
at any one time, and without any major complaint.  I was kind of proud of
myself, in a warped way.  I'd basically one-upped my wife by this point,
swallowing more than she does, even if it wasn't by choice.

   I could feel her body starting to tense up as her moans increased and I
knew she was close.  Without even thinking about it, I went for her usual
trigger point, and shoved my tongue inside of her.  Simultaneously her eyes
sprang open, her moan turned to an orgasmic scream, her cunt squeezed
around my tongue, her thighs locked around my head, and I suddenly realized
my serious error.  Didn't she say only a tiny bit had seeped out already?

   That's when I felt the large glob of cum squeeze out around my tongue
and into my mouth.  This was easily half one of my loads by itself.  As she
squeezed and contracted, more globs of cum entered my mouth, and I was
forced to begin swallowing as it did.  This was without question the
hardest to swallow, and I started to take back my confusion earlier as to
what there was to complain about so much.  I still got it all down, but it
was much, much thicker than anything I'd eaten so far, and much stronger in
flavor.  Luckily it was mixed with my wife's taste, which I love, or I
might not have managed.

   Her orgasm subsided, her legs unlocked from around me, and I was free to
pull back.  A tiny bit more trickled out, which I lapped up almost by
instinct at this point, and then she was spent.

   "Fuck, that felt good," she said.  "I didn't know I had another one in
me after--well, I guess I'd better start telling you, shouldn't I?  Lie
down on the bed next to me and pump your cock while I fill you in."

   To be continued...

   Reach Clove at: http://clovehardwood.tumblr.com
http://twitter.com/clovehardwood CloveHardwood@gmail.com Ginger (my
real-life, nicer Linda) can be found at: http://abitofginger.com

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