And Everything Reminds Me Of You

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It’s been two years since I’ve fucked you, Melody.

2 years.

2 fucking years.

I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever fucking shake thoughts of you.

Or if I even fucking want to.

I remember every goddamn detail of our adventurous life. Every fuck. Every suck. Every thrust inside of you a tiny life of its own. Every orgasm a universe.

The major events of our life always sealed in cum.

You claiming my virginity with one unprotected thrust, filling your hole and the next 12 years of our life.

Fucking you in the church on our wedding day, moments before walking down the aisle with no panties on, my cum running down your leg under your marriage gown.

Afterwards, when the preacher gave us a private moment in his chambers before the chaos of the reception and you suggest that instead of kissing or whispering our loving dreams to each other, that I should choke you with the Father’s rosary while fucking you with the giant Jesus cross on his desk.

Just the suggestion made our love feel otherworldly. Above God. Above establishment. Above rules.

We refrained from the cross fucking (that would come years later), but I did quickly sodomize you over the back of his black leather couch, all those pictures of Christ watching us as I came in your asshole.

We loved being watched.

We loved being alone.

Wedding night monogamy to honeymoon orgies in Thailand, I live them all every day.

Our years of sabbatical from multiple partners spent worshipping only each other. We had had sex most people only fantasize about, but the hottest thing ever was you begging for my seed. Begging to impregnate you.

“I’m going to make you pregnant. Have my baby, Melody,” I would scream as I filled her with sperm.

Remember how incredibly hard we both came?

Remember how incredibly hard we fucked when the pregnancy test came back positive?

For a girl with a cum fetish, getting impregnated was the ultimate rush.

And creating life made us feel even more like gods.

Years of monogamy produced great memories and great bonds. BDSM and D/s exploration fulfilled our desire for adventure and our hunger for heightened things.

I remember every step.

I remember every second.

I remember our return to the open lifestyle. It felt so natural and right.

Everything with you did.

As the children reached school age, the frantic schedule of parenting and monotony of PTA meetings and soccer team lunches made us crave balance.

All those sex-deprived dads constantly staring at your tits, all those weary mothers with their hand on my thigh smiling non-stop as I gave them attention their husbands hadn’t done in years.

Remember how we felt being around all those unhappy couples? Like we were the only ones who truly understood the dance of men and women?

Again we floated above it all.

Gods.

Gods with bottomless appetites for life and desire.

And I remember it feeling like fate aligned it all for us.

Complications with the last baby left you unable to have more. I got a vasectomy to make it equal. I remember sitting on the operating chair, about to get my balls cut open, but having the largest erection thinking of how popular it makes guys at the parties.

Hell, we were always popular anyway and our return to the lifestyle was met with fanfare.

We could have eased into it. But that’s not our style.

We chose the “private” swinger club. The quotes meaning it wasn’t much of a secret and $30 would buy a night’s membership so it wasn’t much of an exclusive club either.

What it did have though was lots and lots and lots of hard cock. And lots and lots and lots of free wet pussy.

Remember what you said as we pulled up in the car and I asked you how many people were you hoping to fuck that night?

“As many as humanly possible. And then some.”

Your hopes came true. And then some.

Godfuckingdamn I loved it. Both watching and fucking. Relentlessly. Like we didn’t miss a beat.

We were gods. Born again in a baptism of fuck. Never looking back.

Wicked Wednesday

The Choice

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“You have to make a choice,” Melody said as she dangled her head off the edge of the bed. “And choose wisely because it’s the only part of me that’s yours all weekend.”

Melody loved restrictions.

But how could I choose? I mean, I was gonna be a winner either way, actually. A swingers weekend in a forest resort with us and nine other horny couples, I’d have the pick of 10 women to fuck and do as I pleased, I’d get to watch nine other men fuck and do what they pleased to my sexcharged wife.

What they pleased minus one exception. I got to choose one part of her body that was off limits all weekend, exclusive only to me.

The caveat? It would also be the only part of her I’d get to stick my cock all weekend. I got one part of her body that was mine and all mine, the rest belonged to the weekend’s party.

Her pussy couldn’t be chosen. I mean, who goes to a swingers weekend and says “sorry, you can’t fuck me?” She wouldn’t be very popular. And Melody loved being popular.

Mouth? Or tits? Those were my two best options. What fucking great options they were too.

Let’s look at the scorecard.

HER MOUTH
• thick full lips
• no gag reflex
• the most attentive tongue
• cum fetish = she swallows or she lets it run from her lips and slowly spreads it all over herself
• The BEST blowjobs around. And that’s not just my vote. She actually won the title at a previous swinger party.
• Mel LOVES to suck cock. Literally loves it.
• Depriving her of cock in her mouth would torture her.

HER TITS
• 42DDD
• All natural
• Guaranteed to be the biggest tits at the resort party
• The thickest, most sensitive nipples
• pinching her nipples while fucking/licking her sends her into orgasm overdrive
• cum on her tits is her ultimate cum fetish
• Her tits are always the first place any guy goes when bedding her. Always.
• After staring at her cleavage all night, it would torture men not to be able to touch them.

And so now my job was to show Melody which one I chose.

I stood on the floor above her dangling head, my cock fully hard at the sight of her offering herself this way, one of my favorite mouth-fucking positions.

I put the tip of my dick to her lips, pre-cum already oozing out. I slid my point along her moist-shined lips slowly, my stringy honey coating them with just a hint of my savory cum-to-come.

She opens her mouth for me to enter.

I feel her hot breath taunt my dick. How good it would feel wrapped in her loving suck.

I slowly bring my fingertips to her thickthickthick nipples as she danced her tongue around my dickhead.

Unable to resist my taste, she closes her lips around my point and slowly sucks just my tip. She moans as she sucks the pre-cum from my stinger and attempts to pull out the full load.

I let her suck me all the way into her mouth. I see my cock bulging in her throat as she worships me with her skill and stillness. I want nothing more than to feed my wife my cum and give my goddess a thick creamy offering down her cum-hungry throat.

But I do the hardest thing in the fucking world. And pull out.

I clamp my fingers around her nipples tightly and tug up, pinching the everlasting fuck out of her tits.

“Oh fuck yes,” she reacts gutturally.

I push her glorious tits together and then, with my cock lubed in a single dip down her throat, I breach her god-given mountains of flesh and fuck those titties like an animal possessed.

Humping her heavy breasts hard, furiously fucking these ultimate symbols of wont.

I felt my cum build quick, but didn’t pull out to aim and mark my territory. No, I kept fucking.

I squeezed her bulbous boobs tighter, my dick lost between these giant majestic mammaries and I came between them.

Her tits so big, her cleavage so ample, it could catch my streaming cum and pool it on her chest. Bellow her fuck mountains, a pond of my hot jizz in her valley.

I pulled her tits apart and watched my heavy load flow up toward her head which still hung off the bed.

As my cum ran along her neck, I caught it with licks and kisses to her neck. I’d cum so much my mouth was full of my own salty squirt.

I brought my lips to her nipples, sore from my unapologetic pinches and drizzled my cum on her tips.

After I unloaded my bounty on both her tits, I tongued each of her nipples with the slowest, most sweetest of kisses. I pulled each nipple into my mouth slowly, grinding the flat and rough part of my tongue along her rigid nips.

She writhed in pleasure.

I kissed them deeper. Her nipples coated in my cum always tasted divine. I moaned deeply into her tit and sucked harder.

The cum. The nipple kisses. It was too much for Mel to bare.

“Fuck me once more before we go,” Melody begged in a whisper.

“Sorry, baby. But now I can only fuck your tits. Remember the rules? I made my choice.”

And my choice was clear.

The power was in banning her tits. Her most on-display sex symbol, her prized and belovéd-by-all tits would be completely off-limits by everyone but her husband. Me.

And now she was so goddamed horny, she would be unstoppable at the party, fucking and sucking with bottomless desire.

Desire that now had a restriction for the weekend.