Sheri's New Cock Anniversary

(Wife/M/1st time) Sheri01.txt Sheri's New Cock Anniversary By Badger The following story is intended only for adult reading. It portrays the actions of consenting adults. Those under the age of eighteen or those bothered by sexually explicit language or depiction of sexual events should not continue. Some readers may deem the actions and attitudes portrayed offensive. This is the story of the beginning of my wife's life as a total cum slut. My wife is a petite, 5-ft 3-inch, 120-pound, redhead, 36C-26-34. At 50 years, she can still turn a man's head and raise his cock. She enjoys her cocks big and thick and connected to young studs. As she says, they can stay in the saddle longer, cum harder, and can fuck a hot bitch several times before they get worn out. Just what a cock sucking cum slut needs. Sheri is one cock-sucking, fuck-crazy, cum slut. She truly loves the smell, taste and feel of cum. She claims fucking and sucking is what keeps her feeling young and vigorous. Fucking and sucking keeps her trim. Rubbing cum on her body, face, and tits, keeps her skin soft and smooth. Cum in her hair keeps it thick and shinny. Sheri has worked hard to get her self in shape and to train herself as the ultimate fucking and sucking machine. Sheri's mouth, pussy, ass hole, and hands can do incredible things to a man's cock. Her whole focus is getting as much cum in and on her body as possible. She looks at men as sex toys for her pleasure. The following is the first chapter in Sheri's sexual adventures. ---------- Story Background When Sheri turned 45, this seemed to precipitate an image crisis. She came home one Friday from her teaching job (Sheri is an elementary school teacher) and asked me, "Do I look frumpy?" I honestly thought she looked fine and said so. However, Sheri called the health club that afternoon and signed up. Over the next six months Sheri dieted and worked out. She lost 10 pounds and toned up her body. She revamped her hairstyle, make-up, and clothes. She went from a fine-looking woman to a VERY FINE looking woman. Dinner conversation involved clothing and lingerie catalogs and questions about which outfits I liked best. She generally eschewed the slutty look for a more classic/business look because of her teaching position. Underneath, though, she went all out for the total slut look; push-up bras, half-bras, garter belts, nylons. It was a lot of fun to watch the transformation. When Sheri entered a room, men would definitely notice, varying from quick glances to double takes to lustful stares. Sheri went from being uncomfortable with the attention to enjoying it. On our weekly nights out on the town, Sheri started to accept invitations to dance from other men. She was quite popular. She told me that she always had to move guys' hands from inappropriate places. Sheri considered the guy's "hands-on" advances as compliments. She also told me that she really enjoyed the feeling of a guy's cock getting hard and rubbing against her as they danced. At first, Sheri's lewd talk shocked me. But her dirty talk and her increased sex drive soon had me horny for more of the same. Sex after her dancing experiences was always fantastic. Her increased sex drive had some added benefits for me. She diligently practiced deep throating until she could easily swallow my thicker-than-normal, 7-inch cock. Anal sex went from an occasional ordeal to a regular part of our lovemaking. She also took an increased interest in my porno flicks, calling them training films. In celebration of our twenty-third wedding anniversary, I had surprised Sheri with a trip to LA for a weekend celebration. We live in a small town and enjoy getting away to the big city once and a while. We flew into town and took a cab to our hotel. After a short catnap, we started getting ready for dinner. I had reservations for us in the hotel dining room, a 5-star kind of place. The plan was drinks and dinner; then back to our room for some wild and wicked sex. I lounged on the bed watching Sheri apply the last of her makeup. She smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Her lipstick was bright red, shiny and wet looking. Sheri finished primping and walked towards me get her dress for the evening lying on the bed at my feet. Sheri was wearing a black half bra that lifted and squeezed her tits together forming cleavage that just begged to have a thick cock stuffed in it. Her tits swayed invitingly as she moved. Her nipples were hard points on her dark pink areolas. She wasn't wearing panties. The black garterbelt and black nylons framed her curly pussy hair. The elastic straps on her garterbelt had small red bows just above the garters. Red, 5-inch, spike heels completed the outfit. Sheri pulled her dress on. Her dress was a red number that stopped conservatively about 3 inches above her knees. The bust line was cut just low enough so a hint of Sheri's cleavage was visible. The best feature of the dress was the front zipper. The zipper could be adjusted downward to expose more or a lot more cleavage. The zipper was also the way in to and out of the dress Sheri smiled at me, "I'm just about ready, honey." Sheri fingered the zipper of the dress. She slowly began to slide the zipper downward. She stopped when the black lace of her half bra was just visible in the zippered parting of her dress. "There, now I'm ready." I opened the room door and ushered her into the hall. I slid my arm around her waist as we walked towards the elevator. The smell of her perfume and the feeling of her body next to mine kept my cock in a constant state of arousal. Sheri didn't help by occasionally slipping a hand to my crotch and giving it a squeeze. As the elevator dropped downward, Sheri disengaged herself from me. She slowly moved her hands up her sides, smoothing the dress against her body. Her hands cupped her breasts, pushing them upwards. The milky white of her skin contrasted with the black lace of her bra and the red of her dress. She dropped her hands to her side as the elevator door opened and smiled. "Tonight is my coming out party." We stepped out in to the lobby of the hotel. The restaurant was off in the far corner. Sheri seemed to glide across the lobby, her heels making sharp taps against the marble floor. I swear you could hear men's head snap around as Sheri's heels clicked across the lobby. Sheri sensed the attention and I felt her put a little extra wiggle in her walk through my arm around her waist. She looked at me and smiled. The matre 'de eyed Sheri appreciatively as we walked in the restaurant. At my request, he seated us in a quiet, out-of-the-way table. He told us John would be our waiter. With what he though was a last surreptitious look down at Sheri's tits, her turned and walked away. The candlelight danced and sparkled in Sheri's eyes as we talked softly across the table. I was so deeply lost in the depths of her eyes that I didn't notice the waiter walk up behind me. "Hello, I'm John, your waiter." Sheri broke our gaze and looked up at John. Her eyes blinked and a big smile spread across her face. I felt a tangible electric tension in the air. I turned to look at John. He was a young man, athletic-looking with a weight lifter's build. He had long, blond hair and a deep tan. He was staring, mesmerized, at Sheri. I looked back at Sheri. She had locked eyes with John, the smile still spread across her face. With an audible sigh, Sheri eye's moved down John's body. When her eyes reached his crotch, she blushed and looked down towards our table. There was a very noticeable bulge growing in John's pants. "Excuse me," John said. He quickly handed us our menus and turned away. Sheri looked back up and unabashedly stared at his tight ass as he walked away a dreamy, half-smile expression on her face. I didn't know what to say. It was obvious some kind of spark had passed between my wife and this young kid. The moment of sexual tension had been brief, but intense. "Uh, Sheri? Is everything okay?" It took several seconds for Sheri to return to the present from whatever thoughts were in her mind. "Umm? Oh, yes," Sheri said softly, still staring off in the direction John had gone. Sheri quietly turned her attention to the menu. I studied Sheri. She was staring absently at the menu. Once she looked up at me, and, blushing, quickly looked back at the menu. With a sigh, she put her menu down. "What do you want," I asked? "Oh, just order me the same thing you're getting." "Sheri, are you sure everything is okay?" "No. Yes. "Oh, damn," Sheri said, her eyes downcast. John returned and stood near me. "Are you ready to order?" I looked at Sheri. Her gaze was fixed on John. The tip of her tongue nervously wetted her red lips. I looked up at John. His attention was fixed on Sheri. The electrical charge in the air was back. "Yes. My wife and I would like to start with drinks." I watched John visibly strain as he broke eye contact with Sheri to write down our order. Again, Sheri watched with a dreamy expression as he walked back towards the kitchen. "Sheri, what's going on? Do you know our waiter?" Sheri's eyes returned to me. She reached across the table and gently stroked my hand. "Honey, I love you dearly. I have worked hard to get myself in shape and look good for you. Somewhere in the process I've started to enjoy the attention of men. I enjoy the quick glances and the lustful stares. I enjoy the occasional touching and groping I get. Now, looking at John's body, I feel a real need to take the next step." I looked at Sheri questioningly. "The next step?" "Honey, I badly need to fuck John. I watch that tight butt of his and all I can think of is those strong muscles driving his cock in and out of my pussy." I am so wet now. I am so sorry, honey. I do love you dearly; but I will risk your love to have that young stud's cock in my pussy. I feel like such a slut. Please forgive me honey. Ohh, I'm so wet for John's cock, honey." A spasm passed through Sheri's body. Her eyes closed and she gripped my hands tightly. Her eyes opened and she looked deep into my eyes. I could see lust and pleading play across her face. I took Sheri's hands in mine and looked deeply in her eyes. "Honey, I love you too. I have enjoyed your transformation this past year into the total, sexual woman you are today. At first I was jealous as other men began to notice you. The flirting, sexual innuendo, and occasional groping really bugged me at first, especially when you seemed to enjoy it as much as you did. Then I realized I had the best part of the deal. You always went home with me when the night was over." "I truly enjoy the openly sensual woman you have become. I never thought it would lead to where you are now; but it's a logical next step for both of us. The thought of you fucking that young stud makes me both jealous and incredibly horny. But it's okay. Fuck him. Fuck him silly. All I ask is that you always come home to me." While I was talking I had taken the room key card out of my pocket. Now I slid it across the table to Sheri. Relief briefly replaced the lust in Sheri's face and she smiled. "Oh, yes. I love you, honey. I'll always come home to you! I'll make sure John leaves a big load of cum in my pussy for your first experience with sloppy seconds." John returned with our drinks. As he placed Sheri's wine in front of her, she reached up and pulled his shoulders down to whisper in his ear. John's eyes got wide and then he looked at me. The surprised look on his face was replaced by an arrogant smile. He straightened up and then helped Sheri up out of her seat. He picked the key card without glancing back at me. He slipped his arm around Sheri and guided her towards the kitchen entrance. Sheri turned back to look at me one last time and briefly smiled before she disappeared from sight through the door. I knew the next time I saw my wife would be in the bed in the room we had taken to celebrate our twenty-fourth wedding anniversary. Her pussy would be full of the young stud's cum. ---------- Sheri's story John helped me up out of my chair. The feeling of his touch sent electric jolts straight to my cunt. He slid his arm around my waist and pushed me towards the back of the restaurant. All conscious thought was blotted out of my brain by the hot throbbing in my pussy. I paused briefly at the door to the kitchen and looked back at my husband. He looked lost and confused. Here was his wife of twenty-four years heading off like a schoolgirl to fuck a young stud in the very bed and room he had taken for our anniversary celebration. A small string pulled me back to him. Then the pressure of John's arm around my waist pushed me through the door and into the kitchen. All thoughts of my husband were replaced by lust for John's body. The kitchen was brightly lit and John looked even more delicious than he had in the dark restaurant. I wanted this stud's cock. John stopped about halfway through the kitchen at a wide spot between two steam tables. He pulled me towards him and buried my mouth with his. His tongue parted my lips and he thrust it deep into my mouth. I pressed tightly against him as his hands pulled my body towards his. His hard cock was a persistent bulge against my body. John broke the kiss and looked down at me. An arrogant smile crossed his face. "Okay, bitch. So you want my cock! First, I want to see how you look under that dress." He reached up and pulled the zipper down. "Okay you slut, take it off." I looked around the kitchen. There were about a dozen cooks, waiters, and bus boys. All eyes were turned towards John and I. "Here," I meekly asked? "Yeah, I want my buddies to see the hot slut I'm going to fuck during my break. Now get your dress off, bitch." John peeled the dress off my shoulders. I wiggled it down over my thighs and stepped out of it. John took the dress and stepped back to look me over. My black bra cradled my breasts, pushing them together and upwards. The upper halves of my areolas were visible above the black lace. They were visibly dark pink and swollen. My nipples were hard as cherry pits. My belly was flat and tightly muscled. The garter belt and black hose framed the black lace triangle that partially covered my thick, curly pussy hair. I shuddered briefly. I was embarrassed by being stripped in public like this but also incredibly turned on. I decided to match his arrogance. I lifted my hands up to cradle my tits, squeezing them. I looked at John and slowly wet my lips. "What do you think, stud?" "Nice, real nice," John leered. He reached out and slowly ran the tips of his fingers across the torrid hemispheres of my tits. He then ran his fingers down across my belly to the waistband of my panties. My body shuddered visibly at his touch. I could hear some whistles and catcalls from John's coworkers. "Now, slut, take off your bra and panties and hand them to me. Give my buddies here the full show." My body was on fire with lust. I looked John directly in his eyes and then slowly dropped my eyes to the huge bulge in his pants. I reached up between my breasts to the clasp on the bra. I looked back up at John and, with a wicked smile, unsnapped the clasp. I paused briefly, my tits half uncovered. The look of anticipation on John's face caused my pussy to spasm in a mini orgasm. I bent over slightly to shake my breasts out of the bra cups. Then I slipped the straps off my shoulders. I looked John directly in the eyes again as I handed him my bra. I kept my eyes on his face as I slowly ran my hands across my belly and up my sides to my breasts. I cupped each breast and began to pinch and twist my nipples. I was dimly aware of the hoots, catcalls, and clapping around me as I concentrated on John's eyes. His eyes followed every twist and pinch of my fingers on my nipples. He briefly wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Now the panties," he whispered. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband and stepped out of my tiny black panties. The crotch was sopping wet with my juices. I stepped over to John, pressing my tits against his body, bring my face close to his. Our eyes were locked. I brought my panties up and the pungent aroma of my cunt juices was a physical jolt. John's eyes smiled with obvious lust. "See, stud, my slit is all hot and juicy for your cock. Why don't you stick your fingers down there and check for yourself, lover?" The arrogant smile replaced the look of lust in John's face. "All in good time, you cunt. All in good time. But first," John turned and called, "Danny, come here, will ya." Danny was a Chicano kid with a short mustache. He leered at me. John smiled at Danny, "Go ahead and suck her nipples, Danny." Danny wasted no time as he suckled first one breast and then the other. Despite my disgust and the public location, I moaned and pulled Danny's face tighter against my breast. He was good. He rolled the nipple around with his tongue and nibbled gently with his teeth. His mustache hairs were like little pinpricks on my areolas. As he suckled, it felt like he was tugging a string tied directly to my clit. "Oh, baby, that feels so good." I was dimly aware of John telling the kitchen staff, "Is she a hot slut, or what?" "Okay Danny. Party time's over." He tossed my dress, bra, and panties over to Danny. "I want you to take her clothes out to the guy at Table 12B. And tell him how much you liked sucking his wife's tits." John grabbed my hand and pulled. "Let's walk you around the kitchen and show the rest of the guys what a slut cunt you are." I squared my shoulders back. My tits thrust firmly outwards. The clicking of my heels and the hissing of the steam tables were the only noises to be heard as John paraded me around. "Take a good look at this hot slut cunt, guys." The first few men just looked and whistled. Then the men began to grab my tits and my ass. Then they got bolder and a few stuck their fingers in my sopping wet pussy. Small orgasms caused sparkles in my brain as I was fondled and groped by these strange men. John stopped suddenly and turned to me. "Okay, bitch, I have one last job for you before I take you up to your room for the best fucking of your life. Kneel, cunt!" John pushed me down into a squatting position. This stretched my pussy and I gasped as another mini orgasm hit my body and brain. I could feel a cascade of fluids flowing out of my pussy. I heard someone say, "Shit, John, that cunt of yours just creamed on the floor. Look at the drops of cunt juice, man. John, you lucky bastard, how 'bout sharing that hot bitch with the rest of us, buddy?" I shuddered, my mind revolted at the thought of fucking all these guys. But my pussy only got hotter and wetter. More drops fell to the floor under my cunt. I focused my attention on the bulge in John's pants. I didn't care what he did with me when he was done fucking me. I just wanted his tight ass muscles driving his cock deep in my cunt. The sooner, the better. "Okay, bitch, get my cock out." I quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I pulled the zipper down. A vibrant heat and the musky smell of man scent spilled out of his open pants. I then pulled his pants and underwear down. His cock popped out against my cheek. It left a drop of pre-cum glistening there as I pulled back. Fascinated, I stared at that fat and long cock. It had a large bulbous head and bulging blue veins up and down the shaft. I grabbed it with my hands feeling again the vibrant heat and pulsing heart beat inside that living beast. I started to move it up and down with my hands; amazed as it continued to swell and swell until I was afraid the blow job he wanted would be impossible. The cock would rip my mouth apart. Still, I moved forward until the tip of my tongue sipped the sweet taste of his pre-cum. John put his hand on my head and pulled his cock just out of reach of my flicking tongue. I moaned and tried to push my head forward. I looked up and John and begged. "Please, lover. I want your beautiful cock in my mouth. I want to taste you, baby. I need your cock. Please baby, please; give it to me now. Let me suck your cock." John laughed and let go of my head. I pulled head of his cock into my mouth and sucked like a newborn babe. White flashes of light pulsed through my brain as I felt and tasted John's cock. My hands messaged his ball sack. They were tight walnuts full of that marvelous man milk. I savored all of the sensations of John's cock and balls. This was only the second cock I had ever known. I was a virgin when my husband and I met. John ran his fingers through my hair. "Damn, you are one fine cock sucker for an old, married lady. Your old man taught you well. Yeah, Umm. Oh yes. That's it, squeeze my balls you cock sucking slut" John's words caused my cunt to spasm. Slut, he'd said, cock sucking slut. Yes, I was a slut, sucking his cock here in the kitchen, nearly naked, in front of a dozen strangers. I continued to lick and suck John's cock and fondle his ball sack. I could fit about half John's cock in until the head bottomed out at the entrance to my throat. I wanted all of his cock in my mouth. I had learned to deep-throat my husband's cock. I was proud of the fact my husband could stuff his whole cock down my throat and fuck my mouth as if it were a real cunt. But John's cock was thicker. I slipped my mouth back to the tip of John's cock. I collected a big glob of spit and opened my mouth. I looked up at John, using my eyes to beg him to stuff his cock in my mouth. I grabbed the cheeks of John's tight ass. His muscles were tight as steel cables. His eyes locked with mine and then he filled my wish. The head of his cock touched my lips and slid along my tongue to the back of my throat. I pulled against John's ass to leverage more of his cock down my throat. John helped by pulling my head forward. I could feel the pressure of his cock head in the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat muscles and felt his cock slide all the way in. My nose was in his cock hair and his balls bumped against my chin. I looked back up at John. A look of total lust filled his face. John's whole body tensed and I knew he was cumming. "Oh, fuck, shit, you deep-throating, cock sucking whore, I'm cumming." I let John's first blast go straight to my belly. Then I quickly pulled his cock out of my throat and out of my mouth. I wanted to feel the gush of his sperm on my tongue. I pumped his rod with my hands. His second and third shots draped thick ropes of sperm over my tongue. His last shot went wild, shooting the rope of cum across my face and partway up my nose. The taste and texture of John's semen in my mouth and the hot sting and aroma of the sperm rope across my face and nose triggered a massive orgasm for me. My whole body shuddered uncontrollably as I held tightly to John's cock. I kept John's cum in my mouth and pushed it around with my tongue. I used my fingers to scrape his cum off my face and into my mouth. I looked up at John and made sure he watched me swirl his marvelous milk around my mouth. I showed him my tongue with all his thick, white sperm on it. Then, I swallowed his seed. I cleaned the coating of cum off my fingers with lewd sucking sounds. Finally I returned to his cock, sucking the last dribbles of cum out of his pee-hole. I stood up and looked around the kitchen. Several guys had their cocks out, white cum on their hands and splatters on the floor in front of them. I smiled at one guy who was still wanking his meat wildly close by. I squeezed my tits and blew him a kiss. He shot an arch of sperm four feet, splattering it at my feet. I looked at all the cum and felt proud. I had done that. Me, my body, and my lewd blow job. These guys had popped their loads watching me. I was tempted to get down and lick that splattered seed of the floor. To suck up all that beautiful white cum. Some other time, I thought. Right now I want that gorgeous cock stuffed in my cunt. I turned back to John. He was busy stuffing his cock back in his pants. I slipped my arm around him. "Let's go, lover. I still want to feel those tight buns of yours drive that big cock into my pussy." I waved back at the kitchen staff as John steered me out to the service elevator. I had discovered my true slut nature. I enjoyed deep-throating John's cock while all those men watched. I loved being provocative. In the elevator, John backed me into a corner and tenderly kissed my neck while his fingers filled my wet cunt. After my orgasms of the past half-hour, the insides of my thighs were sticky with my juices. The tops of my nylons were soaked. John moved his other hand up and cupped my breasts. He gently twisted and pulled on the nipple. "Suck it, baby, please," I begged him. John bent down and took my hard button into his mouth. He used his tongue to lightly brush across the very tip. Then he pinched the nipple between his lips and pulled back. Again, it was like a string was tied directly between my nipple and my clit. I began yet another orgasm. "Oh, yes, John, I'm cumming. Fuck my pussy with those fingers. Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck!" The door of the elevator opened in the middle of my orgasm. I reached down and held his fingers in my cunt as I finished my climax. John held me as my spasms subsided. I was oblivious to everything except the electric jolts pulsing through my body to my brain. I pulled John's fingers out of my cunt and stuck all three of them in my mouth. I sucked and licked the salty cunt juice off of them slowly and lovingly, looking at John the whole time. Only when I finished my clean up of John's fingers did I notice the astonished couple in the hall who had witnessed my orgasm. The woman was clutching her man protectively. The man was staring slack jawed at John and I. Let my eyes idly wander to his crotch and noticed a nice bulge. "Honey, you better take that man of your somewhere and take care of that bulge in his pants." I grabbed John and pulled him towards the room. I was a proud slut as I paraded, mostly naked, down the hallway. We passed several other couples and singles as we made our way to the room. I smiled at all of them as I hung on John's arm. I also noticed that I checked out bulge in each guy's pants to gage their reaction. I was never disappointed. John fumbled with the key card at the door. I pushed up against his back, mashing my tits against him. I reached around and groped his cock. I ground my pussy against those tight buns of his and had yet another mini orgasm. I also left a small wet spot on the seat of his pants. "Hurry, lover, I want that cock of yours in my pussy," I whispered in his ear. John finally got the door open and we tumbled inside. I literally ripped his clothes off and drug him over to the bed. I laid back on the bed, facing John, and spread my legs. I stuck three fingers in my pussy and began to fuck myself. I looked up at John, then at his cock standing proudly erect, pre-cum glistening at the tip. "I'm all yours, lover. I want to be penetrated like a slut bitch in heat." I humped my pussy up towards John's cock to emphasize my lust for the impending cock impalement. John quickly knelt on the bed and placed his cock at the lips of my slimy cunt. This was to be no gentle lovemaking. It was a lustful encounter between animals in heat. John buried his cock in my slit in a single thrust. It was thicker than I was used to, but it penetrated my cunt with authority, aided by the abundant secretions exuded by my ecstatic body. I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed his ass with both my hands. I fucked him back every bit as hard as he fucked me. I felt those tight ass muscles spasm and relax, contract and relax, driving his thick rod in and out of my slit with constant sucking noises. The sucking noises from my sopping slit were a gentle background murmur to the animal grunts and groans we made as we fucked. John's cock was hot and throbbing in my cunt. My cunt muscles in turn squeezed and milked John's cock. My tits jiggled and bounced around wildly in time with the pounding John was giving me. I was cumming continuously. "Oh, lover. I'm such a slut. I can't stop cumming. Fuck me, baby, fuck me. I'm cumming, baby. I cumming all over your cock and balls. I can't stop cumming!" My verbalization of my own orgasm pushed John over the edge. He gave one mighty shove and pushed his cock deep up in my cervix. He head flew back and he bellowed like a bull. "Here, take my sperm you fucking slut cunt. Take my sperm deep in your whore slut cunt. Oh...fuck...yes!" John collapsed on top of me; his cock still hard and lodged deeply in my hot hole. He buried my mouth with his and our tongues fought a friendly battle back and forth between each other's mouths. My tits mashed up against his chest. My legs remained wrapped around his waist. My hands clutched his spasming butt muscles. Still entwined, we rolled over on our sides, face to face, and fondled and kissed. John's cock remained a large, hard presence in my pussy. We fucked again, face to face. This time the sex was more leisurely. John tenderly sucked my tits and nibbled on my nipples. I had two massive orgasms. "Oh, John, baby. You're scorching my cunt with your hot cock. I'm a slut wife. Punish me with your cock." John picked up the tempo and then blasted his second load of cum into my cunt. He gently rolled me over on my back and pulled his cock out. I could hear the sucking noise and a pop when he pulled out of my tightly stretched, well-fucked, little pussy. John stood up and smiled down at me. "You're beautiful." His cock and balls were covered with a mixture of my cunt juice and his man's seed. I reached up and brushed his testicles with my fingernails. "Come here, lover. I need to clean that cock and those balls up before you leave." John climbed back on the bed and straddled me. I could feel his tight ass cradled in my tits. His cock and balls were in my face. I licked and sucked and slurped for five minutes, cleaning John's cock and balls. I gave him a real "spit shine". John dressed slowly, watching me idly finger fuck myself, playing with his sperm in my cunt. Occasionally, I would suck our love juices off my fingers, savoring the taste and the memories. I had almost continuous orgasms for the past couple of hours. I had a load of John's delicious cum in my belly and two loads oozing around in my cunt. Yet I was still incredibly horny...for my husband's cock. That delicious man meat I knew so well. "John, be a dear and send my husband up. Be gentle. Tell him his slut wife is really ready for his cock now. Take the key so he can come in and see me like this, with your cum dripping out of my pussy." ---------- Well, that's pretty much the story of Sheri's first step into slut sisterhood. When I got up to the room, Sheri was stretched out on her bed with her legs up and spread, slowly playing with her pussy. Her cunt hair was wet and matted. Her pussy was red and puffy. She smiled at me. "I love you, honey. Now, come feel what your slut wife's cunt feels like full of a strangers cum." I quickly undressed and climbed on top of Sheri. She reached up and guided my hard, throbbing cock in to her pussy. "How does my pussy feel on my favorite cock, honey?" The feeling is hard to describe. Her cunt was much wetter and sloppier than I was used to, but it felt warm and wonderful wrapped around my cock. I began to fuck her with a slow, steady rhythm. "Oh, honey, I'm cumming." Sheri bucked and moaned underneath me. Her cunt muscles milked my cock. She reached up and put her arms around my neck, pressing her tits against my chest and kissing me deeply with her tongue. "Oh yes, honey, baby, I can't stop cumming on your cock. I love your cock, honey. I love to cum on your cock. Keeping me cumming, baby." Well, I did. 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