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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(M+/F, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom) WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE AUTHOR'S NOTE OF THANKS: To the delightful "real world" couple who were instrumental in my creativity for this story. Story: The Honor of Our Love & Marriage, Part 2 Author: C.D.E. CAST: Wife-Alice Husband-Albert PART TWO &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& --CONTINUATION FROM PART 1-- I do get a bit sad at times knowing that I've put so much effort in my pussy barbering only for one of her ex- boyfriends to enjoy it first by using his big tool to make her well manicured pretty blond bush all wet, messy, and slimy, not to mention stretching as well as making her cunt raw and inflamed. However, even with all the consternation caused by them, I thought it was becoming obvious that her old boyfriends were indeed tiring of bothering with us and were going to let us be. I say that because, for ten straight days neither of them called or came by. Not only did my wife need the rest from being their concubine and whore, we both needed a rest from their constant harassment. I thought sure now that at last we were on the road to marital bliss. I was also sure now we could start planning to have our own child, to go with the two we'd had with the help of her former boyfriends. That was not to be. The reason they hadn't been interfering is because they'd all been out of town for some reason or the other, in regard to their jobs. Our daughter was slightly over 11 months old when my wife's former boyfriends started another round of maneuvers against our marriage. I could see they were again serious about taking my wife from me. It started one Saturday night when they and my wife came in around 3AM. I had just gotten our daughter back to sleep after giving her a bottle, and was on my way back to bed when they walked in. My wife looked in total disarray. There were milky stains on the bodice area of the expensive black mini dress she wore, as well as the smell of jism in her hair. I presumed the four had probably wiped pussy juice from their cocks with her hair. As from previous outings, I knew she'd been thoroughly fucked by the four. She came in my arms and gave me a passionate kiss. Her kiss reeked of alcohol. I also knew she'd recently sucked one of their cocks by other odors on her breath. There was also the fresh taste of semen on her tongue and gums. I'd experienced this before so I was undaunted by it. I was just glad she was back in my arms, even if sexually used and well fucked. "Darling, you're so good to come home to." She said sweetly, as she broke the slimy kiss. As she did so, a ropy thread of goo, more than likely jism mixed with saliva, briefly extended between our parting lips. "Honey, the guys are at it again. They say your love still isn't as deep as you profess. I told them it was and that you would have no hesitation in proving it." I was about to speak when my wife put a finger to my lips. I kept quiet as she told me what they said I wouldn't do to prove my continuing love. I looked at her wide-eyed, after she told me what was desired of me. I'd never done that before. What they wanted would be humiliating to do even without her four former boyfriends standing there. With them looking on, it would be totally degrading. They'd really sunk low this time. I also was bothered by what Alice didn't say. However, I guess that little matter was an obvious and foregone conclusion and that this current matter had to be addressed first. The four guys were all standing around us as she still had her hands around my neck, at arms length, looking in my eyes with a most pleasant smile on her face. I quickly glanced the faces of her four previous boyfriends, who were standing in a semi-circle around us. I could see the beginning look of victory smiles on their faces. That did it. I knew I had to do what had to be done, no matter how degrading. I couldn't let my wife down, after all she had committed the honor of our marriage, so to speak. I nodded and softly let her know she was correct. "I knew I could count on you darling." She replied before telling me how to position my self as she hiked up what little hem there was of the micro mini she wore. She was wearing no panties, so it was easy for her to position her moist, hot, gluey, jism smeared blond pussy bush over my upturned face, as I knelt before her. It was rather obvious she'd been the target of heavy sustained sexing. The smell of her messy bush was ripe and gamy, yet had an enticing stronger exotic feminine odor, than I was accustomed to. I let my tongue delve into the hot wet gaping pouting folds of her slimy, raw, very fucked muff. The taste of her was very much different with the flavorings of her former boyfriends' cock and cum. The taste was stronger than her jism flavored kisses, but yet palatable. I remember it took a bit of time getting acclimated to kissing her cocksucking, semen coated lips and tongue, but I did. I suspected I'd have to get use to this too. With the suction of my lips, I began to draw out the remnants of what was apparently a sizeable load of hot jism that hadn't too long been shot deep up into Alice's luscious snatch. I grasped her naked buttocks as I orally administered to her. She moaned very sensuously and came so loud that I was sure it would wake the baby. I was lucky, it didn't. Her four former boyfriends left after I rose triumphant from my knees. My face was smeared with slimy fuck juices. I beamed a broad smile as I saw the obvious looks of disappointment on their faces. They left our house smiling, but I knew they were smiles of defeat. Alice and I left the room arm in arm, content with one more victory over our marital antagonists. "Honey that was so wonderful. You really ate their cum out of me good, really, really good. It felt so good to have you do it with them standing there watching. You gave me a super good come too. They know now for sure that you're seriously committed to this marriage by willingly eating and cleaning up their jism from my cunt as they watch you. Darling, to make sure they never forget your marital devotion, I want you to suck my pussy from now on after they fuck me. It'll clearly signal to them that my pussy belongs to you, no matter who fucks me." My wife said as she wiped the drying melded fuck juices from my face. In the bed, as my wife laid back wearily, she parted her legs to receive me, and handed me a condom almost simultaneously. I had expected this. "I know you knew by the mere fact I had cum in me, the guys have challenged us again. That is, that our marriage can't stand another baby from them. Well anyway, they kept pestering me about it and calling you all sorts of names. I held my temper as long as I could. However, I couldn't take it when they called you a wimpy chicken. That's when I stood up to them darling and told them they could do me again, so we could prove them wrong one more time. In fact Albert, this challenge also covers two pregnancies. Since it'll only be Ken and Ron doing me this time, the one that is not the father the first time, will have a chance to do me for the second pregnancy." This bit of news was like a double whammy. I wasn't happy about what I was hearing in the least. There was no uncertainty now about my worse fear becoming reality. There were going to be black babies in our growing family, since Ken and Ron were both black. "Well on the plus side, you won't have to worry if the baby will be white this time darling." Said Alice, as I looked dejected by this latest turn of events. "It was their combined cum you sucked out of me tonight honey. Like you, Kyle and Bob will wear rubbers until... well, you know the routine." My wife said yawning. I resigned myself to the challenge being accepted by my wife was for both of us, that is, in response to this latest gauntlet being thrown down. The honor of our marriage had again been committed. I slipped on the rubber and decided to instead concentrate on getting what others had been enjoying all evening. As was her usual practice, my wife checked to ensure that my condom was on securely. Not only was Alice's cunt loose, she was not that responsive. Bless her heart, I knew she was tired from partying with her former boyfriends to demonstrate to them the strength of our love and solidity of our marital bond. She was asleep, as I humped her with a prick far smaller than those that had gone before me. I suckled on her well groped, cum smeared tits and finally shot off, with a pleasurable sigh, into the prophylactic I wore. LIFE GOES ON Twins resulted from Alice's third pregnancy. Ken was the father. She named them Kenny and Kenita. The next year, the fourth pregnancy was of course due to Ron. It was a boy, so he was simply named Ronald II. Of course all the children carry my last name and I accept them as mine and treat them as such. My wife and the guys constantly praise me for what a good daddy I am. I spend a lot of quality time with the kids. I'm their baby-sitter when my wife is out proving to the guys that just because she's acting like a slut for them, our marriage is solid, very intact, and they don't have a chance of tearing up apart. Our children grew on me and it didn't take me long to get use to being the daddy of three coffee colored and two white kids. I discovered no matter which color, kids are the same. However, when we as a family were out together, say at a grocery store, and someone might asked if our three coffee colored bundles of joy were adopted, my wife would quickly let them know she was their natural mother. She also sort of worked it in that she had them while we were married. I often would cringe and blush when she revealed that bit of information. There would always be that certain look directed at both of us, especially me. No matter how many times I got that look, I always had a hard time dealing with being thought of as an obvious cuckold. It seemed to not be a problem for her at all. Whenever I would try to admonish her for being too open in telling others about our situation, she would give me the same message, even though it might be worded differently. "Albert honey, it only shows that our love is solid, and a little thing as me having babies by other men, while we're married, just shows you're not an insecure or apprehensive husband. That's all. Please don't make mountains out of mole hills darling." ONE MORE CHALLENGE Alice's four old boyfriends are pretty much convinced that it's useless to try and break up this very strong marriage Alice and I have. However, they still come around with an occasional challenge and try to shame Alice and I into accepting them. One of their latest little dirty tricks was betting I wasn't man enough or loved her enough to kiss her when she had a mouthful of Ken's jism. I was dismayed at such a raunchy low life thing even being suggested. It was bad enough I was sucking their cum from her luscious pussy. I urged Alice to not dignify their request with an answer. Almost immediately the four began calling me a chicken and making clucking noises. "See! We told you were marrying a wimp and a coward Alice. Do you pick up a lot of his feathers when you vacuum the carpet." Yelled Kyle. The four broke out in resounding laughter. My face became flush with anger. Alice had a slight smile on her face as she walked over and put her arm around me. She whispered in my ear amidst the loud laughter. "Darling, we must do it. I can't let them get away with ridiculing you like that. We must present a united front. Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. You'll be fine, after all, you do eat their cum out of my pussy. This will be pretty simple for you. I have faith in you baby. OK?" Even though I agreed with her about me doing her delectable pussy with their stuff in it, I tried to dissuade her from reacting to this latest dirty trick of a challenge from them. "Albert, are you sure you aren't what they call you? Maybe they're right about you. Here I am willing to embarrass and degrade myself again totally for your sake, and you're willing to still walk away without a fight, and to make matters worse, I'm doing all the work. I'm sucking his dick, not you. All you have to do is kiss me and swallow. It's not like you're sucking his dick. Are they right about the man I married?" Alice's words were persuasive, and before I knew it, I found myself on the defensive in reference to my manliness. I gave up trying to sort out what was right or what was wrong with this whole scene. For now, the woman I cared about and loved, was starting to have doubts about me. I knew I had to act, no matter how I felt. I knew I couldn't let her down, no matter that I was still angry with her old boyfriends for causing this situation. I hung my head and said, "You can count on me Alice. T-They're wrong. I-I'd never let you down." "That's better darling, I knew you'd do the right thing and stand up to them." Alice replied as she whispered in my ear. She also kissed me before announcing "My husband and I have decided to accept your silly challenge to let you all know, that it takes more than a big dick and some jism to come between us or make us back down from demonstrating our love for each other." I stood silently by and didn't say a thing as she accepted their challenge and knelt before Ken as he dropped his pants and exposed what had to be the largest penis and set of balls I've ever seen on a man. While Kyle, Bob, Ron, and I watched, Alice knelt between Ken's knees and began showering kisses and licks to his large erecting black penis. His member was a superb specimen of manhood. The shiny, stretched and bloated bulbous dick head was rather sizeable, and my wife's saliva made it even glossier as she playfully lapped and suckle it. I cringed over and over as I watched her tongue flick in and out of the eye of his dick head. This was the first time I'd seen his tool, even though my wife has described it to me often. Ken has the largest dick of the four. She often shows me how he's stretched her cunt with his large prick after he's fucked and flooded her with his copious loads. The blowjob she performed on his ebony prick rivaled any XXX video I'd ever seen. It was so sloppy and juicy as her saliva drooled from her lips as she eagerly worked on his stiff dick. I hated it, but the sight of her very white skin, contrasted to his darker complexion, combined with the sensuous sucking sounds of her actions, caused me to get an involuntary hard-on. The wanton eager licking, lapping and suckling as she laved juicy adoration up and down his lengthy rigid black shaft, sent shivers through me, and right down to my much, much smaller, but very stiff prick. The other thing that bothered me was that she seemed to maintain frequent eye contact with me as she eagerly worked on his huge erection. Looking into her eyes while she handled, fondled, and orally caressed his awesome member and balls, made me feel so inadequate. The smile on her face didn't help matters either. When our eyes met, it was I who broke contact first, as I hung my head to divert my eyes away from the scene before me. It would usually be for a short while, because what was going on before me demanded to be seen. Seeing her so lovingly and tenderly lap, lick, and slowly mouth his rather large hairy dark brown balls horrified, as well as excited me. She lingered on each of the two orbs for what seemed like an eternity. I knew the pang of emasculation and discontent was present on my face. I know the four guys were glad to see that. It was just so hard for me pretending otherwise. You see, Alice had never come close to doing the same for me I was observing her doing before me now. On my birthday, and maybe as part of our anniversary lovemaking, she may have given my small peter a peck or two with her pretty lips. However, she'd never given my less impressive equipment the royal treatment this black man was receiving before my eyes and the others. I made it a point to ask that she do the same for me after the others left. As Ken closed his eyes, moaned loudly, and began ejaculating in her pretty sucking mouth, my wife gathered and held the spewing, thick, viscous, fresh load of white slime in her mouth. The other thing that got to me was that she seem to be looking right at me the whole time he was filling her mouth with what seemed like endless spurts of his hot cum. I hated watching the scene because the sight and sound of what was happening almost made me come in my shorts. Having collected his huge load as best she could, Alice rose from her knees and came over to me with her bloated jaws full of the outpouring of Ken's big black balls. I didn't notice it until she was about to put her mouth on mine, that there was a gluey dollop of semen hanging from the corner of her tightly clenched, red lipstick coated lips. It got compressed and added to the sliminess of the passionate, very sloppy, French kiss, she gave me, until all of his cum was transferred from her mouth to mine. There was quite a bit of it. Even though quite upset, I couldn't help but be impressed by the quantity of it. I swallowed all of his still warm, creamy, pudding thick, jism. The taste of almost pure semen is much stronger than when mixed with pussy juice, but I didn't have any problem adjusting to the taste of the fresh load. Again, we were triumphant in beating the four at their own game. I smiled victoriously as I licked some residual remnants of his viscous sperm from my lips. I relished the look of defeated smiles on their faces. To rub it in, my wife boasted that we'd do that as often as they required, as a way of letting them know our love was complete. "And Albert will swallow as many blowjob loads from my mouth as you four can give me. Won't you darling?" She said looking at me with dreamy eyes and an air of confidence. "Yes darling, I will." I replied back somewhat slowly, pretending I had the same level of confidence as she, even though I was groaning mentally at what I was agreeing to. There were many, many more loads I sucked from her sweet lips since that first time. ALONE AT LAST OR A TENDER MOMENT Being true to my own promise, after our four tormentors left, I asked my wife to give me a "sloppy blowjob" just like I'd witnessed her give a short while earlier. "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM? A WHORE! YOU THINK I'M A SLUT DON'T YOU? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU DON'T HAVE MORE RESPECT FOR ME THAN THAT?" It was obvious that I'd struck a sensitive nerve with my request. I was not only caught off guard at her vehement reaction, but also cowed, as she firmly stood before me and violently shook her finger at me, as she continued delivering her tirade of words. I wondered if I shouldn't have used the word "sloppy" to describe blowjob. "DO YOU THINK I ENJOY ACTING LIKE A SLUT? ... OR THAT I GET PLEASURE OUT OF BEING RELENTLESSLY SCREWED BY FOUR BIG DICK MEN JUST TO SHOW THEM THAT YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN THEY EVER COULD!" I hastily and timidly offered as sincere an apology as I could muster and inject into the torrent of words being directed at me. "Apology accepted." My wife replied as she calmed down more quickly than I thought she would. I'd never seen her so angry before. "Albert darling, I didn't mean to yell, but you know our love means so much to me and I just hate it when the guys keep telling me I made a mistake in marrying you. I just see it as necessary for me to show them that you do love me, no matter the cost of what I have to do to prove them wrong. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. So when I hear you asking me to do for you, the same lascivious, indecent, wanton, sluttish acts I routinely do for them, it really upsets me. I just don't expect you to see or treat me as a slut, the way they do. After all honey, I am your wife." She truly made me feel guilty for what I'd asked of her. I could tell that my lovely wife felt betrayed by me as she continued to let me know her feelings. "You know Albert, I suspect in your heart, you think I acted like a slut with the guys before I met you. It's simply not true. Of course, I don't have anyway of proving it, since they'd never tell the truth under the current circumstances. I wonder if you can really see how upset they are that I married you, rather than one of them?" The sincerity and depth of my wife's hurt at my actions really made me feel even more blameworthy. I chided myself for being so callous. As we embraced, kissed and made up, I repeatedly apologized for being driven by my lust and promised my wife I would not be so insensitive again. "Please make sure you don't do it again darling." Alice said softly, but in a somewhat stern tone, as she gave me another juicy kiss. I was so glad to have been forgiven by her. Her embrace made me feel so much better. Our kisses still had the flavor of Ken's semen. "Honey, I'm rather tired and still a bit tense from our little spat about you wanting me to be sluttish. Do you mind making me a martini?" "Oh no, not in the least. I'd be glad to dear." I replied. I was eager to do anything to let my wife know I was truly apologetic for asking her to do for me, the same vulgar sex acts she did for the guys. "Thanks. You're such a dear. Please bring it in the den. I want to sit by the fireplace." I returned with her drink and also one for myself. Not only was I tense from her reaction to me asking her for a blowjob, I was also horny. I hadn't had a chance to have sex with my wife for over two weeks. She'd been so busy proving to her former boyfriends how much I loved her and that I wouldn't fall out of love with her no matter how they sexually used her. The light cast by the flickering flames created a very romantic and cozy setting in our combination family room and den. The kids were over at her mother's place so we were all alone. I just knew this would be conducive to getting my wife in the mood for sex with me. "Thanks." She replied as I handed her the drink. "Hmmmm, you really make a great martini, Albert darling. This is just what I need, after all the guys put me through this afternoon while you were at work, not to mention what you saw them do to me this evening. By the way, you were marvelous the way you kissed all Ken's cum out of my mouth. You were always a good kisser anyway. He shoots a lot of thick stuff doesn't he?" I half-heartedly acknowledged that she was correct, as I had no interest in talking about Ken's jism, especially since I'd really been an unwilling and coerced recipient of it. "Darling, do you mind kneeling and massaging my feet? It would feel so good to have you do that." I did as my wife desired of me. As I began to kneel, with drink in hand, I couldn't help but admire how sensuous she looked. She was lying back in the recliner and the hem of her very short skirt was hiked up to the upper part of her inviting and slightly parted white fleshy thighs. From the vantage point on my knees, the sight of her bare pussy caused my aching prick to palpitate. I proceeded with the massage. She'd started me doing this for her over the last few years. Since, when she came in from dates with the guys, her feet would be tired from having had danced with all four of them so much. She loves to dance. I had to admit, I was getting pretty good at massaging her shapely feet. "Ohoooo... Hmmmmmm... Yessss... That's sooooo good." Her moans were so sensuous and sexy. My prick was throbbing something fierce now. I did one foot, then the other. She rested one foot on one of my shoulders while I was massaging the other. Her moans and sighs of pleasure continued as I kneaded the soft bottoms of her soles. As I massaged her foot, her peeking cunt was even more visible and inviting. "That felt so wonderful. Thank you dear. Would you mind doing something else for my feet?" "Sure. What do you want me to do, massage them some more?" "No darling, I want to give each foot some nice long kisses." "K-Kisses?" I said as I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Yes honey, just give my feet some deep kisses. That would be the perfect compliment to your wonderful massage. Pretty pleasssseee." She cooed. She sounded so sweetly. How could I resist, even if it was out of the ordinary for her to ask me to do that. I proceeded to kiss the last foot that I'd massaged as it was still in my hand. I can just imagine how strange I looked on my knees doing what I was doing. It was easy lavishing wet kisses on the instep and toes, but when she directed me to lick and kiss the bottoms of her feet, I felt a strange momentary sense of subservience. I just knew it had to be me, because I knew that Alice loved me too much too much to even think of subjugating me. "That was delightful, now the other one." My wife said. "As I let go of the foot I'd just orally adored, instead of placing it on my shoulder, she used her big toe to trace the outline of the modest, but noticeable pole tent in my pants. The touch was rather pleasant, but surprised me. "My, my, you're rather stiff aren't you honey. How long has it been since you and I had time to get together?" "W-Well dear, the fellows have taken up so much of your time, and you said you were too sore or tired to give me some at other times. It's been two weeks and three days since I've last put it in." "Oh Albert honey, I didn't mean for you to suffer all this time. Next time sweetie, you go right ahead and jack off if you get too horny waiting for me if I'm too busy dating or tired out because of the guys screwing me. Ok? I'm sure we both agree that their dicks have priority for my pussy, especially since if I didn't make myself available to them when they wanted me, they'd be tormenting and harassing us even more, not to mention mercilessly castigating and accusing you of false love for me? You know we can't have that occurring." "I-I just wish I-I didn't have to jerk, uh, I mean get o-off that..." "I know it's been hard for both of us dear, but when you're in a struggle with such cunning antagonists as the guys, sacrifices have to be made. After all, do you think I like making the sacrifice I make by having you lick their fuck juices out of me? I feel totally degraded when I feed you a muff full of their jism, but I do it to let them know that you aren't phased by them trying to shame us or destroy our love with such a lewd act. No darling, if I can relinquish myself the way I have, then certainly you can stroke your prick rather than assaulting my tired body after I've sacrificed by letting them fuck me until they're satiated." "I-I see." I replied softly at my wife's explanation and admonition to me. "Albert, unbuckle your pants and push them and your shorts down. I want to see your prick." I quickly did as she asked. My level of expectation for her to have mercy on me was high. "Stroke your cock while you do my other foot. Don't come yet, just do it slowly as you kiss my feet." This was more unusual, but with my prick straining and the possibility of some hot juicy pussy as a reward, I did as I was told. Again, as I licked and kissed the sole of her feet, I again had this sensation of being putdown by my lovely wife. I was sure it was nothing more than my imagination, as the feeling went away as soon as it came, because with my wife's obvious and professed concern for me, her running roughshod over me was highly unlikely, if not impossible. "That's so delightful Darling. You kissed and tongued my feet exquisitely. I definitely want more of that in the future. However, now that we're on this subject of sacrifices. You know the sacrifices I've made to make you look good in front of the guys. You know, to show them that you truly love me in spite of how they use me, and at the same time that you're above being jealous or insecure with your manhood. I've just thought about all of that and realized that you really haven't done something special to show me you really love me or appreciate the sacrifices I've made for you and the marriage." "What? I-I don't understand?" I replied, rather confused by what she said. "Honey, you know this all started out because the guys thought your love wasn't deep enough or unselfish enough to endure me having their babies or them having their way with me. Remember?" I nodded that I understood. "I've been having their babies to prove them wrong. That is, that you'd still want me after I had their kids and would love me just as much as before." "Or more Alice dear." I added. "That's so sweet. That's why I love you so darling. You're so caring. But that doesn't change the fact that the guys and I have simply been screwing and fucking up a storm so that I could basically prove your love for me, to them. Now darling, I think you need to do something special to prove your love to me." "Uh... oh, I-I think I see what you mean." I replied very slowly as it sort of came to me what she meant. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Uh, yes dear, I-I think I do." I replied. Even though it wasn't totally clear, I didn't want to appear dull witted, for I picked up early in our relationship that my wife was mentally sharp, along with being beautiful. That's why we agreed that she would manage all the household finances. "Good. I don't want you to do anything that's elaborate, just something that'd show me that you're willing to do something special if I ask you to. Ok?" I simply nodded agreement. "While you're kneeling, I want you to beat your meat for me darling, and then shoot your juice in your cocktail glass. I think it'd be so sexy and intimate for me to sit here and watch you do that for me." My wife sounded so sensuous as she spoke, as well had a strange smile I don't think I've ever seen before. I opened my mouth with the intent of protesting. The only word that came out was "But..." However, just as quickly, she put her finger to her lips signaling me to be quiet. "Please, Albert honey, we've had one little misunderstanding tonight, lets not go for another. Please be cooperative darling. Show me you're as caring and concerned about my feelings, as I've been about yours. Ok?" Her words came out so sincere and heartfelt, I knew I had to do whatever she desired of me. I slowly started stroking my erection. It felt good to me. Not as good as her wet warm pussy folds would have. However, she and I had been through so much together, I know I couldn't bear to disappoint her over something so trivial as me masturbating for her. I was really horny, so I knew it wouldn't be long until I shot my wad. As I was positioning the glass to catch my jism and had it position I looked up to see my wife's delicate foot in my face. "Kiss it while you're pulling your peter darling." I tilted my head to her extended foot and licked and lapped it as she desired and directed me. A minute or so later I came with a impulsive jerk as my balls emptied their contents, with so much pleasure to me, into the glass I was holding. I caught every drop and dribble as I shot my pent up cum. "Milk every drop in the glass darling. That's it." My wife said with a sense of urgency as she keenly directed my actions. "There, I think you've got it all. Not near what Ken or the guys shoot, but respectable." I definitely didn't want to be compared to Ken and the guys at that moment, especially as I was enjoying what afterglow I could from my sexual relief, even if by my own hands. For me, I had put a sizeable load in the cocktail glass. Over two weeks of stored up spunk, even if it was less than half of what Ken normally shot off. As I was about to put the glass aside and was thinking what a good idea it was to catch my stuff, that is, so as not to stain the carpet, my wife stopped me. "Darling, the rest of what I want you to do is drink it for me. It would mean so much for me to see you eat your own cum, especially after jacking off for me." She said in a heavy sexy whispering type voice. Again, I started to open my mouth. I'm sure the look of protest and surprise was on my face. Again her finger of warning quickly went to her lips. I kept quiet. "Honey, please don't spoil this magic moment for me. You know I don't ask much of you. And you know I'm always giving of myself to make you look good to the fellows. Drink your jism for me. Besides, you've been swallowing the fellow's jism, what's the big deal about eating your own?" I couldn't fault her logic in my emotional state at the moment. I slowly put the glass to my lips with its milky white creamy consistency, which was mixed with a bit of the martini that was still in the glass As I drank the mixture, it was easy to tell that even with out the martini portion, my cum was not as rich as that of her former boyfriends, however, the alcohol did make it easier to swallow. I was surprised at my lovely wife wanting me to consume the spermy cocktail, but she exhibited the biggest smile as I slowly turned the glass up and let the slimy contents slide down my throat. She was so loving and warm to me afterwards. As at other such tender or special moments for us, I can't hold any residual anger or resentment against her. I guess that's what true love is all about, forgiving and forgetting, and of course making sacrifices. BEING AT PEACE WITH MYSELF As I lay in bed with my sleeping wife's head on my shoulder and my arm around her, I still didn't fully understand why Alice wanted me to do what she'd asked of me earlier in the evening. However, she seemed extremely pleased at me jerking off and drinking my own jism for her. I always try to be cooperative and a good helpmate of a husband. But doing that particular thing, to show her I loved her, really threw me for a loop. I do wish I'd been able to get off in her lush, wet, warm, soft, and furry blond cunt, but that was not to be. Since it takes a few days for my sex batteries to recharge, I couldn't even get it up even if she was interested in letting me have some after I jerked off. Such is the way it is with us less endowed guys. I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that her four former boyfriends are going to keep her busy, that is, subjecting her to their sexual desires, and that she'll have to work me in for sexual intercourse on a non- interference basis to their needs. Except, of course, when there is a need for me to perform some oral administration for her jism soaked, used, well-fucked pussy. Otherwise I have my hands to get off with as my wife had suggested I do. Sure, I wish it didn't have to be this way, but it's rather apparent the guys don't have a high opinion of me as a husband worthy of the beautiful creature I married. I know they're going to keep trying to take her away from me. If I falter in any manner in not supporting my wife as she's demonstrating to them that we have a very tight and dedicated love for each other, they will succeed. So in that regard, I've come to the conclusion that I have to do what I have to do, that is, to not let them divide our dedicated close love for each other. Alice and I had a similar discussion before she went to sleep in my arms. "Honey, I know it's sad that they'll have a higher priority on me and my pussy than you. But we must keep on showing a united front in our relationship as we face them. Neither of us can be wavering in regard to our responsibility to the other. It's pretty clear what I have to do to keep their hostility and dirty tricks to a minimum, as well as to show that you're very self confident in your love for me and that there is not the least hint of masculine insecurity on your part. In other words Albert, the more I pretend to be their wanton slut and allow them to fuck me, and the more you support me while I'm doing this, the better you'll look as a man and worthy husband in their eyes." Her words helped reiterate to me that both she and I were doing what was best for our marriage and us. I went to sleep quite content and at peace with myself. THE ROUTINE OF BEING MARRIED As part of the daily routine of our marriage, I'm consuming a considerable amount of her old boyfriends' spent jism. In addition to the numerous blowjob loads she kisses into my mouth, I'm also continually sucking my wife's used, well fucked and filled pussy. For some reason, the four like seeing me do that over and over again. Alice seems to like me showing them how good I can clean up her sloppy, semen soaked snatch with my mouth, and that I'll do it as often as necessary. I of course, do it as continuing proof of our shared deep love. If I'm lucky, I manage to have normal sexual intercourse with my wife about once a month. The other times when I need relief, I have to jack off. Alice encourages me to do that. Her former boyfriends still consume a considerable amount of her time. However, they are not as rowdy and harassing as they were originally. I have to agree with my wife. Her time spent with them is an investment in us being able to have more peace and stability in our marriage, even if I don't get to put it in nowhere as much as they do. On the other hand, I must say I suck her pussy far more than they do. In fact, as I've mentioned before, they don't suck it at all. Alice, of course still goes on dates with them to prove that our love is unwavering. The four still are trying to break us apart and fracture our love for each other, that is, by demanding sex from her whenever their cocks get hard. But I'm resolute in my love for her, no matter how much she puts out for them. She's on the pill now, and thinks that we have a large enough family, even though she might change her mine about us two having a baby later. On a more practical note, I'm currently working a part time job in addition to my regular job. I don't think we can afford any more kids. Additionally, with such young kids as we have, Alice doesn't work since she says she needs to be a full time mother to our brood. Of course we don't ask her four former boyfriends for any support. I don't want them to think we need them in any way. However, we do take any donations they occasionally offer. But giving credit due where it's due, they do buy birthday, Christmas and other gifts for all "our" kids. I hope he was bluffing, but Kyle did mention something about possibly challenging Alice into having a little girl for him. I also overheard Bob say something similar about wanting her to have a son for him. I cautioned my wife not to worry about them offending me in any way. I told her I didn't care what names they called me. "Please Alice dear, don't commit the honor of our marriage again, just because they get you all riled up, or jeer or annoy you over a frivolous or trivial matter." I pleaded with her one day. She told me that she'd try to restrain her self from committing the honor of our love and marriage again. But she warned me. "There is just so far I'm going to let them go in slandering your good name, or trying to shame you or our marriage. I don't care how many babies I have to have by them, or what despicable sex acts I have to perform for them to prove them wrong. Darling, you're the love of my life. I'll do what has to be done." The patriotic fervor and spirit of her words caused me combined joy, pride, anxiety, and dread. I respect her greatly for her commitment, but I hope she doesn't give in to their juvenile teasing and taunting. So as can be seen, we're busy raising our family and keeping our adversaries, her four former boyfriends, at bay, as best we can. Our kids know them as their play uncles. So, all in all, what started out, as an all out assault against our marriage is currently a relatively peaceful and somewhat stable accord. I just hope it doesn't flare up into a battle again. ###END### Comments? Contact CDE at ccwriter@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ The Kristen Archives