Marriage Heat

My lovely wife just came in from an evening out. It’s
3:30 AM. She nudges me to see if I’m awake. As I
acknowledge that she awoke me, she has me roll over on my
back, and as soon as I’m in position, I feel the heat,
smell, and wetness of her juicy drippy and gooey pussy
surrounding and almost smothering my upturned face. After
a moment, I get my nose clear for proper breathing. I
then immediately get busy licking and sucking the flowing
and draining juices running and oozing from her very wet,
and obviously very fucked pussy.

Tonight she doesn’t provide me any hand pleasure to my
aroused prick. She seems only intent on grinding her
sloppy snatch on my face as well as encouraging me
verbally to suck her pussy.

I tongued her off and she got two orgasms in the process.
She was very happy with my actions. Moments later, she
rolled off my face and fell asleep. She left me with a
face covered with smeared fuck slop, and the taste of the
same, that she and some stud made in her pussy.

I have to say that my vivacious wife and I have to
attribute the success of our 12-year marriage to the same
policy the US Military has applied to gays.

The philosophy in our marriage is rather simple. I don’t
ask her about many of her activities and she doesn’t tell
me everything that she does. That’s not to say I don’t
know about her activities. The truth is that there is
plenty of evidence to make me wonder about her
faithfulness.

She’s quite a dark hair beauty. Slim to medium build with
38C tits, a 24-inch middle and 36 inches of the most
provocatively shaking hips that’s always turning heads.
This is all packed in a 5’6″, 120 pounds frame.

Me on the other hand am a class A nerd. An unpretentious
one at that too, and not much taller than her or anywhere
as handsome and muscular as the type of men that turn her
on.

Then you say, how did I attract such a knockout?

Well, I’m not totally sure myself. Well, don’t let me
lie. I know why. It’s because I adopted the “Don’t Ask”
part of our current marriage philosophy before we were
married.

You see I didn’t ask whose semen was in her juicy cunt
the first time she fed me her gloppy hairpie. Which
incidentally was the first time she let me lick her pussy
too. She claimed she was that way from being so aroused
by my presence. She assumed I didn’t know what a fucked
cunt looked or tasted like.

My experience as a cream pie eater went back to the time
a cousin tricked me in to sucking her fucked pussy,
several times after she came in from dates. I was
nineteen at the time. I was 22 when Marie served me up a
fucked cunt in my face.

I felt bad about being thought so little of, but the
absolute look of pure delight as I gave her that first
probing lick and then went in for full mouth to cunt
contact was etched in my memory. I knew then I’d do
whatever it took to please her and keep her gorgeous self
mine – so I could enjoy that look, if for nothing else.

The taste of her creamy, semen flavored pussy was
comparable in taste to that of my cousin, who didn’t look
half as beautiful as Maria. However, the mere thought
that I could please such a beautiful woman was almost
like an erotic addiction.

It almost went without saying, we both knew my little
prick wasn’t going to do the job of providing her the
sexual pleasure a woman like her wanted or needed. As
you’ll later see she told me that size in that department
doesn’t matter when there is love between two people. At
least not on me is what she meant, but very important on
her lover studs. Anyway, more to come on that.

However, while we were dating, and during our engagement,
she only permitted me tongue time in her juicy snatch,
which 9 out of 10 times always had some other man’s sperm
in it.

She let me know that we were not to have full intercourse
until we were wed. However, I suspected she was sleeping
around and being a slut for several other guys the whole
time we were going steady and engaged. I said nothing but
thought of myself as the patient tortoise, as I lapped
and sucked her sloppy slimy pussy for over 8 months prior
to our wedding.

The wedding was beautiful, even if I say so myself.
However, it’s still hard for me to believe today, some
fourteen years later, how much fuck slop I lapped and
sucked from my new bride’s reddish inflamed pouting gash
before I even got her to the bridal suite.

It all started after the reception when we returned to
her mother’s house to undress in preparation for
departing on our honeymoon early the next morning at 4:30
AM. It was 10:00 PM when we arrived at her mom’s place.

Not long after we got there, about a dozen guys showed
up. They wanted to see Maria one more time. Many had been
at the wedding. I recognized them. Many had winked at her
she marched down the aisle. I pretended to not see their
supposedly sly actions.

I caught Maria on her way out of the bedroom to greet
them dressed only in a flimsy robe. It was obvious, she
was virtually nude underneath.

“Maria darling, I’ll tell them that you’re indisposed now
and that you’re sorry you won’t be able to…”

“Oh don’t worry Milford dear, I’ll talk to them. You help
mom in the kitchen while I talk to the guys.” She said as
she blew me a kiss and walked away to see the noisy group
of men.

“B-But…”

“Oh don’t worry about her. Come help me with the dishes
and stuff. You have to trust your new wife sometime.
Plus, we need to spend some quality time together, son.”

I blushed slightly at my new mother-in-law’s words, as
she stood behind her daughter.

As my new mom-in-law and I washed dishes, rather loud
music and dancing could be heard from the room down the
hall where Maria and the uninvited guests -at least I
didn’t invite them – were now apparently dancing.

Maria’s mother repeatedly refused to let me leave the
kitchen and even blocked me from leaving on two
occasions. After the second time I obediently sat down to
enjoy her forced company as I worried about what was
happening to my scantily clad Venus of a new wife and
more than likely a room full of relatively well
intoxicated men.

Maria’s mom didn’t seemed worried in the least.

About an hour later, Maria came into the kitchen where we
two were now looking at TV.

I was so relieved to hear and see her. At least I was
glad to hear her voice. When I did look around to see
her, she was holding her pussy lips.

“Milford darling, from all that dancing with the guys and
thinking about you non-stop, my pussy is over flowing
with love cream. Be a dear and suck it out for me.”

“M-Maria! Your mother is present!”

“Oh go right ahead, she’s told me all about how you eat
her pussy, er, love cream. You have nothing to be ashamed
of. You’re with family here. Go ahead and suck that
pussy, after all, it’s legally yours now. She’s your
wife, remember?”

No matter how much I tried to not do as my new bride
desired, the two insisted and persisted. It wasn’t until
after a stream of viscous fluids began to run down her
inner thighs when the two women began to get a bit edgy
and forceful with me. It was also at that moment that my
mom entered the kitchen.

After a brief greeting, and a quick run down to her of my
shyness, she too was on my case. With the three of them
looking on, I was shamed into dropping to my knees and
performing oral extraction duties of what I, and I’m sure
everyone in the room, knew was a hefty load of cum from
one or more pairs of balls in the room down the hall. I
was suppose to be the naive one.

In a hurry to lessen my shame, I quickly slurped and
sucked and licked my new bride’s obviously adulterous
cunt. Even I knew I was being treated even more terrible
than before. I decided to say nothing, after all, I had
over eight’s month’s invested in this relationship and I
wasn’t about to loose my new bride on my wedding night
even if I had to compete my tongue against probably
bigger and better endowed dicks, just down the hall from
me.

“Thanks darling. I knew you wouldn’t want your new bride
dancing with other men and have pussy juice running down
her legs.” Maria said as she kissed me on the forehead
and darted back toward the room with the blaring music
and probably more dicks and balls to be emptied, waiting
for her to return.

“You did good, Milford, I can see why my Maria is so
blindly in love with you. You suck pussy good. Here’s a
towel to wipe her love juices from around your mouth.”
Maria’s mother replied as she handed me a paper towel to
wipe the gooey gunk from my face.

“I’ve told him many times, when he’s complained about
Maria only letting him suck her cunt, that the husband
who sucks his wife’s pussy real good, is a husband that
holds onto his wife through thick and then.” Mother spoke
out boldly, which caused me to turn a deeper red.

Mother and Maria’s mom kept me occupied in discussions
while my new bride was down the hall partying. Maria
returned about 20 minutes later wanting more tongue
action from me. Again her pussy was filled with “Love
Cream” from her thoughts about me.

I thought to myself “Give me a break”, but it was
apparent that the three wanted me to repeat my earlier
actions, which I did. However this time the pussy slime
was so viscous and mucky, my mouth seemed glued together.
The hot coffee I was drinking really came in handy to
help me to loosen it so I could swallow it down.

“Bravo son, if you keep that up for your lovely bride,
you’ll never have a need to worry about losing her.”
Mother said.

“As long as you exhibit such tender loving care toward my
daughter, you’ll keep her love forever.” Maria’s mom
added.

“T-Thanks.” Was all I could think of saying at the
moment, as I was too perplexed about the surrealism of
the situation that was happening to me at the moment.

Here I was in the kitchen talking with my mother and
mother-in-law, while my brand new bride was down the hall
partying, and obviously, willingly, getting a train
pulled on her. Then when my new bride’s pussy gets too
full or sloppy, she brings it to me for refreshing so she
can present it to some other lucky big dick who only sees
her as a loose piece of ass, instead of the beautiful
heavenly body, I do. To further add to the bizarre
situation, I’m vacuuming her slimy fuck slot while both
our moms are looking on and applauding and encouraging me
on.

Before the party was over and the un-invited guests left,
Maria made 7 trips to the kitchen and to my sucking mouth
and slurping tongue. It was obvious the stuff she was
feeding me was filling, as I never got hungry and didn’t
feel like a late night snack as I usually do.

Maria, claimed she was tired from dancing and went
immediately to bed after giving me a deep French kiss. It
was so obvious her breath reeked of jism, but I said
nothing.

For the three hours of sleep we were to have prior to
catching our flight, I slept fitfully. Maria slept
soundly as she lay beside me. Before we retired for our
pre-flight nap, my request for any kind of sex with her
was soundly turned down. “Wait until we get on our
honeymoon honey, don’t be too anxious, I’ll give you
some. You’ve earned it. But for now, get some sleep. I’m
tired.” She said yawning. Seconds later, she was out like
a light. All I could do was look at her beauty all curled
up next to me and place my arm around my new slut wife,
who I’d yet had the opportunity to fuck.

As I laid there sleepy, but in a vexatious state, I
thought back to the past.

HOW WE MET

I met Maria at a church social. I’d just moved into town
after having graduated from college. I was working for an
established company in town. Everyone made the assumption
that if you worked for the company, you were doing well.
Anyway, I hoped that the saying was true, because I’d
been poor all through college and I needed the money to
pay off loans and to buy clothes and a car and such
stuff.

Maria seemed completely out of place at the social, but
later found out that she frequently donated her time to
church activities. The first time I saw her, she was
serving food in a buffet line at a church dinner.

One of the church busy bodies whispered to me that Maria
was looking for the right man to marry and that I might
just be the one. I assured her that my success rate with
women was almost zero. “Besides, with a girl that
beautiful, I’m sure she has plenty of better looking men,
and I might add, with more money than me, beating down
her door to take her out or to make offers of marriage.”
I told the lady who was attempting to be Cupid.

“You men place too much emphasis on looks and money. A
woman often doesn’t place as much emphasis on that as you
think. Being there for her emotionally, may mean more
than all that other stuff combined.

“You seem to be a sweet young man that is not pretentious
or have a macho ego and thinks he’s God’s gift to women.
With a success rate of zero, does that mean you’re virgin
too.” The lady asked. I was totally caught off guard.

“Ma’am, I-I didn’t say that.” My slight stammering as
well as the slight flush on my face caused her to smile,
as if she could see right through me.

“There’s no need to be ashamed of being in that condition
young man. It may be an asset. I’m going to put a word in
Maria’s ear about you. Bye now.”

I never got the woman’s name and really never thought
much more about meeting. However, I did think about Maria
and how pretty she was.

To my utter surprise, a week later she called me at home
one Friday evening as I was settling down to the
beginning of another boring night and the beginning of an
even more boring weekend.

She apologized for being so forward to call me. She had
gotten my name from the woman I’d talked to at the church
last week. Maria was wondering if I could help out as a
chaperone for a church sponsored Sock Hop dance at the
Church gym that evening. The other fellow that was
suppose to be there had to cancel.

Well working the teen dance with her changed my life. We
had many things in common, The same type books, similar
TV shows as well as Stamp collecting. Her collection was
modest compared to mine, but it was delightful to know
that she was no dumb beauty.

One social led to another and then to dates and then to
another and so on and soon we were at the altar and
married.

Prior to us being married, Maria’s policy that would be
no intercourse as she was saving that for our wedding
night. However to cool our passions when we were dating,
she ended up jacking me off and eventually, after we
became engaged, I went from being able to caress her cunt
with my fingers to being able to tongue her to delightful
orgasms.

As I was not that experienced sexually, she taught me how
to lick her pussy.

She’d revealed she was not a virgin but offered no
background on her previous lovers or her love and sex
life. I felt it better not to ask. After all, she always
said that marriage was like starting over with a clean
sheet and those two people make a clean start. I took
that to mean that we shouldn’t pry into each other’s
past.

THE HONEYMOON

“Darling, you didn’t last long, please do me a favor and
give me some of lovely tongue of yours to finish me off.”
She asked of me after I’d finally able to put it in my
new wife for the first time.

Wanting to make up for my not being able to sustain
myself for an adequate periods of time to get her off, I
did as she asked of me, even though I’d never put my face
in a messy pussy before. However I did so because I
assumed it was just our mess. However, as I tried to just
lap her clit, she pressed my head tightly to wet syrupy
runny pussy and not only demanded I lick her but suck her
cunt out also. I could tell she was in the throes of
passion so I accommodated her seeing as how excited I was
making her. It’s always a good feeling when a guy can
make a women feel good like she was responding.

I was pleased at my efforts and the fact that I gave her
two very rousing orgasms with my oral efforts.

However, as I was doing so, it dawned on me that she
seemed to have more whitish colored fluids that looked a
lot like semen in her delectable snatch than I’d put in
there. I knew I could never shoot off the volume I
thought I ate out of her. I had a few glasses of
champagne, but I wasn’t that mellow or tipsy, or was I?

“That was so delightful Milford darling. They say, the
type of love you make on your wedding night, you should
do it all the time. I want you to suck my pussy from now
on after we make love.” Maria said sweetly and in the
loveliest of voices.

I tried to respond before she turned over and went to
sleep. But the viscous nature of the slime from her pussy
had my mouth so gluey I couldn’t speak readily. I had to
wash the gooey slime with some champagne. When I returned
to bed she was sound asleep.

It had been a busy day for us and I was very proud I’d
been able to lose my virginity as well as give my new
bride such sexual pleasure that zonked her out so
pleasantly.

We were too poor to have a proper honeymoon, but we did
go away for a weekend at a nearby resort.

After the wedding, and during our brief honeymoon, Maria
reiterated to me that she valued trust very highly in a
marriage.

“Milford, the lack of trust has ruined countless
marriages. I hope ours won’t be one that is plagued with
us not trusting each other. As you know, men cheating on
their wives is much more prevalent than the other way
around. Because of that, I might be more questioning of
your activities. You should expect that, after all you’re
a husband who will be out working and away from home more
than I, your domestic spouse. However, if you truly love
and trust me, you will accept my explanations, when and
if I decide to provide them, about my activities with my
friends.” She told me.

“Isn’t that a little one sided?” I asked.

“Dear, see you’re already saying you don’t love or trust
me.”

I assured her I did and not wanting to cause a fuss over
what I was sure was just an inconsequential thing, I told
her that I would accept her outlook on things.

“Thank you Milford. Now so that you won’t get upset, some
of my friends have said they’ll be dropping by to see how
I’ve been doing since having my name changed to yours.
Some will be my old boyfriends. They’ve asked if you are
the jealous type and possibly insecure and not trust your
new bride going out to lunch or dinner or dancing with
old friends. I assured them you weren’t that type. I told
them you trusted me completely. Was I wrong darling?”

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