Dry Spell
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‘MARK! – come here!’ barks my wife Mandy.
I holler back ‘What is it now? – for God’s sake – I’m trying to get some work done here!’ (neglecting to state that the work I was engaged upon was trying to hack into my wife’s email account to spy on her extra-marital activities). I shuffle into the back garden from where Mandy was calling me.
‘Look at this – when you’ve finished playing with my underwear, please have the decency to clear up behind yourself! What would happen if my daughters were to come around the back of the house and find themselves confronted by the sight of your cum, splattered all over my clothes? And anyway – fancy just leaving it all lying on the grass like that! Now clear it up - and you’d better re-wash the bloody lot! No wonder I need to take real MEN as lovers, when I’m married to a sad excuse of a wanker like you!’
Speechless, I look down at the clothes lying on the lawn. That’s definitely cum, all right, pooling on the stockings, panties, suspender belt, bra and skirt. But it isn’t mine!
My mind races – so many exciting possibilities – but for now I need some damage limitation. ‘Yes, I’m sorry love, - I completely forgot I left it there – when you said we had to immediately go shopping I just dropped it all and ran inside to quickly change. Look – I’m sorry we don’t see eye to eye about this cross-dressing thing – it’s not that I’m gay or anything – it really is a very much more common phenomenon than you seem to realise’.
I am conscious of the pitiful whining sound of my own voice. Mandy takes three paces towards me, pokes her finger savagely into my solar plexus and angrily hisses into my face:
‘Listen to me, you nasty little pervert – while you’re wasting your cum playing with my panties, I’m going to be getting my brains fucked out tonight by a REAL man – with a dick at least 3 times the length and thickness of your little wiener. He’s going make me cum over and over again – he’s going make me scream with pleasure and beg him to do it harder, deeper, faster. He’s going to fill me up with his steaming spunk – right up into my cervix. Then I’m going to suck him back hard again and if he wants to – I’m going to let him have my ass. Now, ask yourself – when was the last time I offered YOU my ass?
IF you’re very lucky, – IF, – when I get home I will let you clean me up – but only if you have cleaned this house from top to bottom and it is absolutely spotless!’
‘Now, as you like playing with my lingerie so much, you can go and lay out on the bed some sexy underwear for me to wear tonight. I’ll wear the black Basque, the black seamed stockings and those black panties with the totally transparent gusset. He wants to take me to his club tonight – the one where he likes me to perch up on the bar stool with my legs apart so his friends can all see my glistening pussy through my panties – and we can all have a good laugh at YOUR expense when he tells them about your panty-wanking and your tiny dick!’
With a final contemptuous thrust of her finger in my chest Mandy pushed me backwards, causing me to stumble over the clothes on the ground and collapse on my ass on top of them. I extend my hand to push myself up only to place it smack in the centre of the cum-lake of cold spunk on top of the pile. The jizz slithers between my fingers, covering my whole hand. Mandy’s laughs contemptuously at my discomfiture then turns to walk back into the house.
‘Fuck!’, I think, -‘Whoever did this must have really racked up a heavy load of cum at the sight of her kit on the washing line. It seems as if there must be a kindred spirit in the neighborhood……’
Obviously aroused at the prospect of the evenings forthcoming action, Mandy walks with her cat-like gait, her hips gyrating, back to the house. I imagine her hot perfumed snatch slobbering in anticipation within her panties, her nipples erect inside her lacy bra.
I raise my cum-covered hand to my nose and inhale the wondrously familiar aroma of semen. With my eyes fixed on Mandy to ensure she doesn’t see my reflection as she approaches the patio doors, I slip my fingers into my mouth and surreptitiously suck the slimy calling card of cum from my fingers. ‘Mmmmmmmmmm!’ I think –‘This is absolutely delicious!’ I’ve tasted so many men’s cum, when I’ve had cream pies from Mandy’s snatch in the past, and it usually tastes more or less all the same – but this has had time to cool and seems a much stronger flavour. As I exhale, the aroma of my unknown sperm donor’s ejaculate fills my nostrils and, to my delight, I feel an erection building within my underpants.
As I stand up, the bundle of cum-sodden garments in my arms, I can’t help thinking - ‘Oh, I DO wish I was a woman – I would wear all the sexiest clothes, the sheerest, silkiest nylon stockings and I could have sex all day long – so many cocks to suck – so much cum to swallow so many men who want to thrust their cocks inside me – what the fuck is wrong with women that makes them so fuckin’ prissy and tight arsed that they wont just fuck like bunnies every second of their existences?’
Shaking my head in despair I carry the clothes into the utility room, and open the door of the washing machine, loading soap into the dispenser. Taking the garments from the top of the washing machine I pause before putting them inside. A quick glance back over my shoulder reveals no sign of my wife. I pull her panties over my face, putting the waistband behind my ears so that the sopping spunky crotch is against my nose and lips.
I wrap the lacy-topped nylon stockings around my erect cock – feeling the coolness of another mans cum against my bell-end. And I wank – furiously, as I extend my tongue and lasciviously lick the soggy crotch of Mandy’s panties, tasting again that delicious man—juice.
‘What the fuck do you think you are doing, you fuckin’ pervert?!’
Snatching the panties from off my face, and her stockings from my cock, Mandy violently pushes me away from the washing machine, scoops up the soiled garments and tosses them into the drum – angrily slamming the door, which sets the machine in motion.
Startled and dumbstruck, I begin to stammer a response .
‘Forget it!’ snaps Mandy –‘Just get in that house and start cleaning, you pathetic faggot! – I will choose my own clothes to wear tonight – I don’t see why you should have the pleasure of knowing what I’m wearing while I’m out. - But, hang on, - that will mean you can’t imagine the pleasure all those men are having with my body – their hands running all over me – stoking my pussy through my diaphanous panties, fondling my tits through lacy bra, sliding their hands up and down my stocking-clad thighs and rubbing their finger tips over my sopping pussy and erect clitty……………..’
It was at that point, I spontaneously ejaculated all over the front of the washing machine………
I holler back ‘What is it now? – for God’s sake – I’m trying to get some work done here!’ (neglecting to state that the work I was engaged upon was trying to hack into my wife’s email account to spy on her extra-marital activities). I shuffle into the back garden from where Mandy was calling me.
‘Look at this – when you’ve finished playing with my underwear, please have the decency to clear up behind yourself! What would happen if my daughters were to come around the back of the house and find themselves confronted by the sight of your cum, splattered all over my clothes? And anyway – fancy just leaving it all lying on the grass like that! Now clear it up - and you’d better re-wash the bloody lot! No wonder I need to take real MEN as lovers, when I’m married to a sad excuse of a wanker like you!’
Speechless, I look down at the clothes lying on the lawn. That’s definitely cum, all right, pooling on the stockings, panties, suspender belt, bra and skirt. But it isn’t mine!
My mind races – so many exciting possibilities – but for now I need some damage limitation. ‘Yes, I’m sorry love, - I completely forgot I left it there – when you said we had to immediately go shopping I just dropped it all and ran inside to quickly change. Look – I’m sorry we don’t see eye to eye about this cross-dressing thing – it’s not that I’m gay or anything – it really is a very much more common phenomenon than you seem to realise’.
I am conscious of the pitiful whining sound of my own voice. Mandy takes three paces towards me, pokes her finger savagely into my solar plexus and angrily hisses into my face:
‘Listen to me, you nasty little pervert – while you’re wasting your cum playing with my panties, I’m going to be getting my brains fucked out tonight by a REAL man – with a dick at least 3 times the length and thickness of your little wiener. He’s going make me cum over and over again – he’s going make me scream with pleasure and beg him to do it harder, deeper, faster. He’s going to fill me up with his steaming spunk – right up into my cervix. Then I’m going to suck him back hard again and if he wants to – I’m going to let him have my ass. Now, ask yourself – when was the last time I offered YOU my ass?
IF you’re very lucky, – IF, – when I get home I will let you clean me up – but only if you have cleaned this house from top to bottom and it is absolutely spotless!’
‘Now, as you like playing with my lingerie so much, you can go and lay out on the bed some sexy underwear for me to wear tonight. I’ll wear the black Basque, the black seamed stockings and those black panties with the totally transparent gusset. He wants to take me to his club tonight – the one where he likes me to perch up on the bar stool with my legs apart so his friends can all see my glistening pussy through my panties – and we can all have a good laugh at YOUR expense when he tells them about your panty-wanking and your tiny dick!’
With a final contemptuous thrust of her finger in my chest Mandy pushed me backwards, causing me to stumble over the clothes on the ground and collapse on my ass on top of them. I extend my hand to push myself up only to place it smack in the centre of the cum-lake of cold spunk on top of the pile. The jizz slithers between my fingers, covering my whole hand. Mandy’s laughs contemptuously at my discomfiture then turns to walk back into the house.
‘Fuck!’, I think, -‘Whoever did this must have really racked up a heavy load of cum at the sight of her kit on the washing line. It seems as if there must be a kindred spirit in the neighborhood……’
Obviously aroused at the prospect of the evenings forthcoming action, Mandy walks with her cat-like gait, her hips gyrating, back to the house. I imagine her hot perfumed snatch slobbering in anticipation within her panties, her nipples erect inside her lacy bra.
I raise my cum-covered hand to my nose and inhale the wondrously familiar aroma of semen. With my eyes fixed on Mandy to ensure she doesn’t see my reflection as she approaches the patio doors, I slip my fingers into my mouth and surreptitiously suck the slimy calling card of cum from my fingers. ‘Mmmmmmmmmm!’ I think –‘This is absolutely delicious!’ I’ve tasted so many men’s cum, when I’ve had cream pies from Mandy’s snatch in the past, and it usually tastes more or less all the same – but this has had time to cool and seems a much stronger flavour. As I exhale, the aroma of my unknown sperm donor’s ejaculate fills my nostrils and, to my delight, I feel an erection building within my underpants.
As I stand up, the bundle of cum-sodden garments in my arms, I can’t help thinking - ‘Oh, I DO wish I was a woman – I would wear all the sexiest clothes, the sheerest, silkiest nylon stockings and I could have sex all day long – so many cocks to suck – so much cum to swallow so many men who want to thrust their cocks inside me – what the fuck is wrong with women that makes them so fuckin’ prissy and tight arsed that they wont just fuck like bunnies every second of their existences?’
Shaking my head in despair I carry the clothes into the utility room, and open the door of the washing machine, loading soap into the dispenser. Taking the garments from the top of the washing machine I pause before putting them inside. A quick glance back over my shoulder reveals no sign of my wife. I pull her panties over my face, putting the waistband behind my ears so that the sopping spunky crotch is against my nose and lips.
I wrap the lacy-topped nylon stockings around my erect cock – feeling the coolness of another mans cum against my bell-end. And I wank – furiously, as I extend my tongue and lasciviously lick the soggy crotch of Mandy’s panties, tasting again that delicious man—juice.
‘What the fuck do you think you are doing, you fuckin’ pervert?!’
Snatching the panties from off my face, and her stockings from my cock, Mandy violently pushes me away from the washing machine, scoops up the soiled garments and tosses them into the drum – angrily slamming the door, which sets the machine in motion.
Startled and dumbstruck, I begin to stammer a response .
‘Forget it!’ snaps Mandy –‘Just get in that house and start cleaning, you pathetic faggot! – I will choose my own clothes to wear tonight – I don’t see why you should have the pleasure of knowing what I’m wearing while I’m out. - But, hang on, - that will mean you can’t imagine the pleasure all those men are having with my body – their hands running all over me – stoking my pussy through my diaphanous panties, fondling my tits through lacy bra, sliding their hands up and down my stocking-clad thighs and rubbing their finger tips over my sopping pussy and erect clitty……………..’
It was at that point, I spontaneously ejaculated all over the front of the washing machine………
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