My lover had just left the house—a big, fit man with a large BBC. The sex was amazing. His cock was huge. He stretched me out and flooded my womb multiple times with his cum. My husband was on his way home from work. He knew I entertained visitors. We have an open marriage.

As the time drew near for my husband’s arrival, I slipped on some panties and a shirt. I looked at our bed. It was a mess of cum and sweat. I shrugged and left it. I hung out in the sunroom drinking water until he got home.

I went to greet him, and he smiled wide. He came over and kissed me—a deep, passionate kiss. At that moment he didn’t know I had sucked my lover’s black cock, even taking his balls in my mouth. I could tell my husband was already getting hard just from seeing me and kissing me.

He asked if I had behaved myself today. I paused before replying and said that I had not. He looked at me and asked who. I said, “Jason.” He knew Jason. Then he asked if Jason had worn a condom. I replied that he had not.

My husband grabbed my hand and led me into our bedroom. I hadn’t realized how strongly the room smelled of sex until we walked back in. The sheets were a wreck, covered with various wet spots.

He took his shirt off and directed me to sit on the edge of the bed. I did. Then he gently pushed me down onto my back and removed my panties. He spread my legs wide, hooked his hands under my knees, and pushed them back toward my chest so my pussy was completely open and exposed to him.

He started by kissing the insides of my thighs, slow and deliberate, working his way higher. When he reached my pussy, he inhaled deeply, taking in the thick, musky scent of Jason’s cum mixed with my own arousal. Then he dragged his tongue in one long, slow lick from the bottom of my slit all the way to my clit, scooping up the first thick rope of creamy white cum that was still leaking out of me. He moaned loudly as he tasted it, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.

He didn’t rush. He flattened his tongue and lapped at my swollen outer lips, licking them clean, then sucked each one into his mouth, gently tugging and cleaning every trace of Jason’s load. He moved inward, parting my slick inner labia with his tongue and pushing it deep inside my cum-filled hole. I could hear the wet, obscene sounds as he slurped and swallowed, drinking the warm, sticky mixture straight from my pussy. Every few seconds he would pull back just enough to show me his tongue coated in Jason’s thick cum before he dove back in.

He licked and sucked my clit in slow, steady circles, then flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over it while two fingers slid inside me, curling upward to press against my G-spot. He finger-fucked me slowly, pushing more of the creampie out so he could lap it up. When he felt me start to tremble, he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked hard, humming against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body.

I came hard—my thighs shaking, my back arching off the bed, a long, loud moan escaping my lips. He never stopped licking, not even for a second. He kept his mouth glued to my pussy, drinking every drop of my orgasm mixed with the last of Jason’s cum.

After I caught my breath, I glanced down at him. He looked up at me, smiling, his entire face shiny and glistening with a mixture of my juices and my lover’s semen. His lips were swollen, a thick string of cum still clinging to his chin. He kissed my pussy softly, then my inner thighs, cleaning the stray drops that had dripped down.

He wasn’t done.

He went right back in, even more eager now. This time he pushed my legs even wider, tilted my hips up slightly, and focused entirely on my clit. He sucked it between his lips like a tiny cock, pulsing his suction in rhythm while the flat of his tongue pressed firm circles around the swollen nub. His fingers plunged back inside—three this time—stretching me gently as he pumped them in and out, curling hard against that sensitive front wall with every stroke. He built the pressure relentlessly, alternating between fast flicks of his tongue-tip and long, slow drags that made my hips buck involuntarily.

The second orgasm hit even harder. My whole body convulsed. A hot gush of squirt sprayed out of me, soaking his face and chin. He groaned in delight and locked his mouth over my pussy, drinking every drop as I squirted again and again. He kept licking and sucking through the entire orgasm, his fingers still working inside me, drawing it out until I was shaking and gasping, begging him to stop because it was too intense.

He finally pulled back, his face absolutely drenched—hair wet, eyes bright, lips puffy and shining. He looked proud, satisfied, and insanely turned on.

I was getting worn out just from his mouth on my pussy.

He took his pants off and crawled on top of me. His cock was rock solid. We kissed. I tasted myself, Jason’s cum, and my own squirt on his lips. Then he entered me. He slid right in. He fucked me hard and furiously. He only lasted a minute before he exploded inside me. And it was exactly what I needed. I wanted to make him happy, and I was already spent. I made sure not to make him feel bad about how quickly he came. I took it as a compliment that he was so turned on.

We cuddled in silence for a few minutes. When he finally spoke, he asked about my time with Jason. I told him every detail while slowly stroking his cock. I quickly got him hard again. He wanted more.

So I slid down between his legs, settling on my stomach with my face level with his throbbing cock. It was already leaking precum, a shiny bead at the tip. I started by licking that drop off slowly, swirling my tongue around the head in lazy circles, tasting the salty-sweet flavor of his arousal. Then I took just the head into my mouth, sucking gently while my tongue flicked rapidly underneath the sensitive ridge.

He groaned and his hips twitched upward. I smiled around him and took him deeper, inch by inch, letting my lips stretch around his shaft as I slid down until my nose brushed his pubic hair. I held him there for a moment, throat relaxed, letting him feel the warm, wet heat enveloping every inch. Then I started bobbing—slow at first, lips sealed tight, tongue pressing flat along the underside with every upstroke.

I varied the pace and pressure: long, deep strokes where I swallowed him completely, then shorter, faster ones focused on the head, sucking hard while my hand twisted around the base in a slick, twisting motion. I used my other hand to cup and gently massage his balls, rolling them in my palm, occasionally tugging lightly the way I knew drove him wild.

His breathing grew ragged. I could feel his cock thickening even more in my mouth, the veins pulsing against my tongue. I pulled off for a second, stroking him fast with my hand while I looked up at him, letting a thick string of spit and precum connect my lips to his tip. “You like tasting Jason on me while I suck you?” I teased, then dove back down, taking him deep and humming around his length so the vibrations traveled straight through him.

That pushed him over the edge. His hands fisted in my hair—not pulling, just holding—as his hips jerked. He came with a deep, guttural groan, thick ropes of cum flooding my mouth. I kept sucking through it, swallowing every pulse, milking him with my lips and tongue until he was completely spent, twitching and oversensitive. Only then did I slowly pull off, licking him clean from base to tip, making sure not a drop was wasted.

He collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, looking at me with pure gratitude and adoration. “Fuck… thank you,” he whispered.

After a few more minutes of resting side by side, we got up and took a shower together.