A Mostly Unwelcome Surprise
By Clove Hardwood

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The following story is entirely a work of fiction. It has minor plot elements inspired by my own life, but my real-life partner, Ginger (http://abitofginger.com) has been nothing but respectful to me throughout our open marriage. This story is, in fact, driven by my fantasies of what it would be like if she wasn’t.

This is my first-ever adult story. It was meant to be a short, one-part piece to get my creative juices flowing and test the waters, but once I started I couldn’t stop and couldn’t find anything to sacrifice. In the end it had to be split into four parts to be reasonable to read, but I think it reads well that way. Please enjoy, and feel free to pass along your thoughts via email or Twitter.

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Previously:

I had come home to find my wife, Linda, horny with a surprise she was eager to show me. She revealed that her cunt was dripping with a mystery man’s cum, and I was expected to clean it for her if I wanted her to tell me whose it was and how it got there. Despite how shocked and upset I was, I bit the bullet and cleaned her up, got her off, and ended up with a mouthful of way more cum than I would have expected, all in exchange for her telling me what happened…

PART 2 – Secret Motivations

I was way past having room to not listen. I’d just eaten out of my wife’s cunt what was probably three times as much cum as I produce at a time, put there by an unknown man without my knowledge or consent. Clearly I wasn’t the one in control here. So I laid down and put my hand around my cock, as ordered. I didn’t pump, though, as I had already felt myself nearly cum when she did earlier, and I could tell I was too close. If I came now, I’d have an even harder time listening to this.

“You remember Brent from the office?” she started. I nodded. Brent was a young guy, early-20s, with a cocky attitude. You could tell it was more swagger than reality, but it was still there, and kind of annoying. I knew he always spent time hanging out around Linda when she was in the office, and it was obvious he had an interest, but again, I was never concerned. She never expressed any specific interest in him to me, so I was comfortable that nothing had been going on before. Still, when I heard his name, I immediately couldn’t think of anyone she’d be more likely to have hooked up with.

“Well, a couple of weeks ago I needed a folder from the office. It contained some notarized files and stuff that couldn’t be emailed. So he offered to come by and drop it off.”

I stiffened slightly at this. A couple of weeks ago? The story didn’t begin with today’s events, or even anything this week?!

“Anyway, he did, and I offered him a beer and we chilled for a bit. It’s always fun drinking on company time, and I get away with it more than he does. Things got chatty, joking about people around the office, and slowly drifting into other topics, and he slowly got closer, and next thing I knew there was a kiss.”

A kiss? Was that better or worse than what I already knew had happened?

“The kiss turned to groping, the groping turned to a hand up my blouse—and lucky for him, I don’t wear a bra around the house—and a hand down his pants, then a hand up my skirt, and before you knew it his fingers were buried inside me and I was cumming.”

My wife got fingered to orgasm by a guy from the office TWO WEEKS ago and I’m only hearing about this NOW? I stayed quiet. I also noticed my hand had started pumping my dick of its own accord.

“Anyway, he got me off, so it only seemed fair to return the favor, right? So I unzipped his fly, reached in, and fished out his cock. That turned out trickier than I thought, though, ‘cause it was already hard. Once I got it out, I saw the other reason it was so hard to get out: it was pretty darn big. If I had to guess, I’d say he was about nine and half inches long, and when I put my hand around it I couldn’t touch my thumb and pointer finger together, so it was nice and thick. I was really impressed.”

Oh, good, my wife’s cheating on me with a guy whose dick is nearly 50% larger than mine; just the extra icing on the cake to this whole scenario.

“At first I just started pumping it, but it felt weird just giving him a hand job. I mean it was just kind of awkward to jack him off like that, and it’s not like I’m in high school anymore. And since I’d never seen a cock that big, I already had it pretty close to my face while I was pumping it, checking out how it looked in my hand. Right when I was thinking about what I could do to really make this fun, he asked me to please suck his dick. He actually said, ‘please.’ I almost laughed, since that was what I wanted to do anyway, so the ‘please’ was totally unnecessary. So I lifted up his cock, stuck out my tongue, and licked it from the base ALLLLLL the way up to the tip. I’m so used to yours that his felt like it went on forever. Then I got to the tip, which was already leaking a little, and I just opened my lips and slid it right into my mouth. It felt good having my mouth so full of cock, and I just really got into it. I tried one time to deep-throat him, but he was too wide, so it wouldn’t go in as easily as yours does.”

I was really trying not to wince every time she compared my dick to his. She really didn’t sound like she was trying to be hurtful or rub in the size difference. It mostly sounded like she was just really that amazed by his dick and basking in it. Either way, it definitely made me feel inadequate. And yet, I was pumping harder and faster than before.

“I was so absorbed in pumping and sucking and basking in the size of him and even playing with myself while I was doing it that I didn’t notice his groaning until his body started tensing up and I felt his balls start to contract. I knew he was about to cum, and I realized I was still wearing nice clothes from my business lunch, so I couldn’t risk him cumming on me like I let you do, and it’s not like I was going to let him cum on the carpet. Just as I figured out there was only one option left I felt the first blast of his cum hit the back of my mouth. I figured it was no big deal, I’d just spit it out in the toilet as soon as he was done like I always do with your cum, but by the second blast he had already cum more than you usually do in a whole night, and he obviously wasn’t going to stop any time soon. If I didn’t swallow fast it’d pour right out the sides. So I started swallowing.

“After five or six swallows and a good 11 or 12 spurts his cum wasn’t shooting as far back anymore, and was landing on my tongue in smaller amounts, giving me more time to taste it and feel it, which quickly made me start rubbing my clit faster than before, getting me close to cumming again, myself. So I kept sucking and swallowing, and after he spurted another five or six times he was finally done. I was nearly there, and at this point it was obvious it was the taste of his cum that was doing it for me. So I grabbed his cock at the base and I squeezed it like a tube of toothpaste and just as I tasted those last few drops on my tongue, I came. I swear, it was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. Oh, no!”

At first I stared at her, trying to figure out what she was exclaiming about, before I traced her eyes down to my crotch. Apparently I had been so distracted by her story and the strange feelings it was causing that I hadn’t noticed I’d just shot my own load all over myself (what a waste of an orgasm—I didn’t even feel it). Well, honestly, after hearing how much this other guy cums, I’m not sure I can define it as “all over” anymore. Looked like a lot more things were relative than I had realized, and not on my side.

“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t know the story would turn you on that much or I would have paced it better,” she said as she got up off the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll go get a washcloth.” I had to keep from chuckling at the irony.

She came back a minute later with a washcloth and tossed it to me to clean up. It was just as rough as she had said it would be on my now-sensitive dick. Would have been nice if she had used her soft, delicate tongue on me the same way I had just done for her. I also wasn’t sure how I was going to listen to the rest of her account of what led up to the cum I ate out of her earlier that night now that I’d gotten off. It’s kind of hard to focus on the few plus sides of your wife cheating on you when you’re no longer horny.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll get hard again when I tell you the rest of the story,” she said dismissively, as though reading my mind, but badly. “It gets much better.” Oh, goody.

“Anyway, I stuffed him back in his pants, zipped him back up, and sent him on his way. I felt so good that day, that as soon as you got home I dropped your pants and sucked you off. Remember that?”

I did remember. It had been a highlight of my week, and one of my signs that we were on an upswing. I started to get a picture of exactly why the last two weeks had been full of then-fun surprises. I also realized how na? I had been to have no clue that my cock was the second one my wife was sucking off that day. Of course if memory serves me she never did get herself off that evening, which makes more sense now. And, as usual, she ran to the toilet and spit after she let me cum in her mouth. What, she couldn’t handle my tiny load from my tiny dick after the massive load she got off from swallowing earlier? Was she full, or something?

“Yeah, I just had to compare how you felt in my mouth after feeling his big cock in there. I kind of missed the mouth-filling size, but it was nice to be able to get your whole dick in there without any trouble, and even deepthroat you for a minute.”

Another size dig. Now that she’s been with someone bigger, am I going to have to expect to hear a lot of those?

“So did you do anything else with him before today?” I managed to squeak out, knowing the answer I didn’t want to hear.

“Well, duh,” she retorted. “He was pretty good with his fingers, and I really enjoyed sucking him off more than I would have thought, so I had to have more as soon as possible. So the next day—“

“THE NEXT DAY?” I blurted out in surprise, as though I really should have been surprised.

“Oh, please, like if you got your tongue inside a tight little new pussy you wouldn’t be chomping at the bit for your next chance.”

She had a point, but it didn’t take away the sting. How many times did she hook up with this guy while I was unaware?

“Besides, I’ve seen your porn, and I’ve deciphered your little rating system. I know what you’re into, and what gets you off most. It’s half the reason I did this. Just sit back and enjoy as I bring your stories into the real world for you.

“So, as I was saying, the next day I called him at the office and told him I needed him to bring me another file. He asked me which one, and I realized I hadn’t thought that far ahead in my little scheme. I hesitated, then chuckled and told him to surprise me. He laughed, and obviously he got the hint, ‘cause he said he’d be right over. I swear, it wasn’t 15 minutes before the doorbell rang.

“He didn’t waste any time, and immediately put his arms around me, grabbed my ass, and kissed me. Then he picked me up and carried me over to the kitchen counter and sat me down hard. I was wearing a skirt that day, and before I could even think about it he had his hand between my legs, finding my ‘lil ol’ pussy with no panties to get in the way, and started fingering me. God he’s good with his fingers. He thrusts almost like I’m getting fucked for real. After a while he started talking about how good my mouth felt around his cock the day before, and how much he loved oral. I laughed, and said ‘of course you do.’ He chuckled and said, ‘no, not just that kind,’ and suddenly he dropped to his knees and shoved his face between my legs and started eating me out like a fucking pro. He did it so fast I wasn’t even expecting it, so it came as kind of a shock. It was less than 30 seconds before I came on his face.

“At this point my pussy needed a little break, so I led him back to the living room, sat him down, pulled down his pants, and started sucking his cock. It was just as big as I remembered from the day before, and felt so good in my mouth. I even got it a little further down my throat, but it kind of hurt, so I stuck to just licking and sucking it. I even started licking his balls, which was kind of fun.”

Okay, she NEVER licks my balls. Maybe once, but she said they felt weird and were too hairy (part of why I trim now), and never licked them again. It wasn’t really a big deal, ‘cause it’s not like they’re ultra-sensitive or anything, but still, she’s licking this guy’s balls without a problem?

“After a few minutes of licking and sucking him he warned me that if I didn’t slow down he was going to give me another few mouthfuls of cum. I was surprised when I realized I didn’t want to stop. I had been thinking about the last load all day, and when he said that, something just came over me and I went for it. I started pumping and sucking harder and faster, and as soon as I began to feel his hard rod pulsing, I shoved his cock as far back in my throat as I could get it, surprising myself by getting it in even deeper, as he started to unload in my mouth. I had him lined up just right so he could pump his jizz right down the back of my throat, but after I felt the first two or three pulses go down, I realized I was missing out on the taste and feeling of it filling my mouth that got me off last time. So I pulled him back out a bit so every blast would hit my tongue before I swallowed it down. I didn’t know I could enjoy it so much, but sure enough, I was feeling the tingling in my cunt again from tasting his load. It was incredible. But this time I wasn’t close enough already when he started, so I just concentrated on milking the last of his cum out and sucking him ‘til he was soft.”

So she still hasn’t swallowed me since this began, but has done so happily for this guy, on purpose. I just felt floored and confused. I also felt my cock already stiffening again.

“I joked to him that I almost got off again that time, and he asked me why I hadn’t. I explained, and he told me I deserved to cum again after the performance I had just given. I laughed and asked how we might accomplish that, and he said to bend over the couch, which I happily did, and he started fingering me again, from behind. It felt so good that I lost track of everything else ‘til I felt the sudden void of him pulling his fingers out. I looked around to see what was going on, and that’s when I realized he was fully hard again and coming up behind me.”

Fuck, I can NEVER get it back up after sex. Of course Linda never really tries to get me back up after sex, so maybe that has something to do with it. Of course I wasn’t immune to the irony that I was thinking this while my cock was finally back at full mast. Guess I can get it back up again when I’m turned on enough. But THIS is what was turning me on that much?

“When I looked back at that big cock looming up on my ass, I realized just how badly I wanted him inside me, so I reached back, grabbed his thick pole, and put it right up against my twat. He pressed against my hole, and I swear, the only reason it didn’t split me in two was because I was so lubed up from sucking him off. Even with me being that wet, it took five or six thrusts before he was fully inside me. He felt SO big in my pussy. I’d never felt anything like it before. Then he started thrusting for real. It was incredible. He was hitting parts of me I’ve never felt before. Hell, I didn’t know those parts of me existed. It was amazing.”

At this point I’d pretty much given up on getting pissed off every time I heard her praise the size of his cock. I knew I was going to hear it a lot, and I was going to have to deal with it. Besides that, I was pumping my cock again. The idea of her pussy being stretched out by a large cock did something to me. I had tried so many times to get her to let me fist her for just that reason.

“I felt my orgasm building pretty fast now. He felt just too damn good stretching me out like that. My body started to shudder and my pussy contracted around his cock as much as it could, and the orgasm washed over me. It was actually better than the one I had the day before when I was sucking him off. As I came down from it, I realized he was still pounding me. And it still felt great.

“That’s when I asked him if he thought he could cum again. He laughed and said that with an ass and pussy as nice as mine, and the way I squeezed him when I came, he could get off again within 30 seconds if he really went for it. That’s all I needed to hear, and I started thrusting back against him in rhythm, meeting every one of his thrusts. Then he said something like, ‘never mind, make that more like ten seconds’ and started groaning. He had me filled so tightly that I could actually feel his cock begin to pulse before I felt the first splashes of his cum against the inside of my pussy. You know how sometimes I tell you I can feel it when you cum? Either his pulses were a lot stronger than yours, or he was just able to reach spots you can’t, but I felt every last pulse of his hot cum. And there was a lot. He came for just about as long as he did when he came in my mouth, and it felt like just as much, although it was hard to compare. I’d never felt that satisfied before. Then he pulled out, zipped up, thanked me, and left.

“There was so much cum in me that I could feel it dripping down my thighs almost immediately. I went straight to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see it, thinking about the photos you look at. It got me kind of turned on. I bent over the toilet and looked back between my legs as his cum started dripping straight out of my pussy and onto the ground. I couldn’t help myself, and started rubbing my clit as I watched. It didn’t take long before I felt another orgasm building. That’s when I shoved my fingers in, feeling his slimy cum inside, and finger-fucked myself ‘til I came again. I was totally spent at that point, so I showered and cleaned up and waited for you to come home.”

So today wasn’t the first time he came in her cunt, I thought to myself. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. But to know I had already fucked her after him, after he had put a massive load into her, and didn’t even know it? Well, honestly, with the way I felt already it just kind of fit. Besides, with the way I was pumping my cock through the story, it was becoming clear to me that no matter how much this bothered me, it was turning me on even more.

“That was the night you had me fuck you doggie-style, isn’t it?” I asked, already remembering the answer.

“Hey, you do remember,” she replied with a grin. “Yeah, I figured the only way to be sure about how deep he went and how hard he shot was to have you fuck me in the same position. It felt good. I didn’t get off again, but I already did, what, three times that day? So I didn’t mind. You definitely didn’t thrust as deep, and your cum didn’t hit the same spots, but it felt good getting fucked again the same day, and the idea of taking two cocks and three loads of cum in one day was a real thrill. Hey, look at you! You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

She had just noticed I was pumping my fully-hard cock again. What else was I supposed to do? I was defeated and horny, and I could only do something about one of them. But obviously there was more to tell. So I had to ask. “What did you do next?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” she said. “I’m really happy you’re so into this. Well, anyway, we didn’t get to do anything the next couple of days ‘cause it was the weekend. But on Monday I had to go into the office, and he was there. We exchanged a few looks, but kept things subtle. Then I saw him go into the men’s room. He picked the one in the back, near his office, which is surrounded by mostly-empty offices due to the recent cutbacks. I knew the odds of anyone else going in there were slim, so I waited a couple of moments to make sure nobody was watching, and slipped in. He was standing at the urinal, taking a leak. Normally that would kind of gross me out, but for some reason I kind of got a kick out of walking in on him so exposed like that.”

She’s telling the truth about that. One time I peed with the bathroom door open and she walked by, saw me, freaked out and ran downstairs and told me never to let her see me doing that again. I always knew that meant golden showers were out of the question.

“I walked up behind him and asked if he needed help. He startled slightly, and I heard the stream cut off instantly. I have no idea why, but the fact that I made him stop pissing mid-stream was kind of hot. He chuckled and said, ‘no, I can shake my own dick off, thanks.’ That’s when I made a quick decision, reached around, grabbed his cock, and shook it for him. ‘Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to’ is what I think I said. It sounds kind of lame now, but he laughed, turned around, and kissed me. At that point I waved him off and told him there was no time to be fancy, and pushed him into the bathroom stall. Part of me was still obsessing over him cumming in my mouth, but I was at a time premium, and I really wanted to get off, too. So I bent over the toilet, hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and said, ‘fuck me.’

“I guess he was already hard, because his big dick was bludgeoning my poor, tight hole within seconds, but since I wasn’t as wet this time, it took more effort to get it in. It hurt a little more than before, but eventually he was able to get enough in to get himself going at a steady pace which slowly forced the rest in, bit by bit. Once he bottomed out and I could feel his balls against my clit he went full barrel, and it wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm building. That’s when I heard him start to moan and felt that telltale pulsing I can only feel in him ‘cause he fills me so tightly. A second later I felt the first blast of his hot spunk in those deep places only he seemed to be able to reach. That was just about all I needed, and halfway through the second blast I started to cum, squeezing around his dick, and intensifying the feeling of his shooting inside me even more. I heard him start moaning louder, and I know I sure was. After what felt like a couple dozen more blasts of his seed, he finally finished, and my orgasm let up shortly after. He pulled out and put himself away, and that’s when my phone rang. Turned out I was late for a lunch and had to rush out of there immediately. I didn’t even get the chance clean his cum out before I left, just putting my panties back in place and praying it would hold.”

Something hit me at that moment. “Wait, didn’t I call you last week because you were late for lunch with ME?”

“Oh, yeah!” she said with dawning realization. “That’s right, now I remember. I rushed to meet you for lunch, and his cum was squishing around inside me and seeping into my panties the whole time. I was sure you were going to see me fidgeting.”

“I did see you fidgeting,” I said, “but I just thought you had to pee or something, and eventually you did, so I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Yeah, it was pretty bad. It had soaked all the way through my panties by that point, and I could feel my thighs sticking together. I was afraid I was going to get caught, so I went to the restroom. Sure enough, my panties had literally soaked his cum in all the way up to the waistband, front to back. When I took them off in the stall, his cum just poured out of me into the toilet. It felt kind of good, actually, and I ended up playing with myself for a minute before I licked the cum off my fingers to taste it again, threw my panties away, and cleaned up. Honestly, there was still more in me, but only enough to give me a warm, happy memory of his cock inside me without feeling it all over my legs.

“So, you ate lunch with me while full of another man’s cum while I was completely clueless?” I asked in amazement.

“I know, it sounds bad, but I had no time to clean up before I got there, and it was kind of a turn-on once I realized,” she said with a slight giggle.

“Whatever,” I said with minor disgust, however unconvincingly considering my hand hadn’t let up on my cock in a while. “I assume there’s more before we finally get to what happened today?”

“Obviously,” she retorted, “I had a new toy, and I was going to use it as much as I could. But that’s all you get for now.”

“Wait, what?!” I halfway shouted. “You said you’d tell me everything about who it was and how that cum you made me clean out of your slut cunt got there!”

“Oooh, such language,” she lightheartedly mocked. “Good thing I’m enjoying living up to that title, or I’d cut you off completely for calling your own wife a name like that. But anyway, I didn’t say I wouldn’t tell you the rest, I just said that’s all you get for now. The deal was that you’d clean my pussy like the good husband you are, and I’d tell you everything.”

“That’s what I fucking did!” I said with annoyance. “I fucking swallowed all your big-dicked fuck-buddy coworker’s cum, damn it, and I even got you off doing it. What more do you want from me?”

“Hahaha,” she laughed with a sparkle in her eyes. “ALL of his cum? That’s so cute. Why don’t you take another look before you start making assumptions about how much he put inside me.”

My eyes widened slightly, and my hand finally left my cock as I got up to look between her legs, which I now realized she had tightly clenched back together while telling me her story. She spread them for me, raising her knees into the air so I had a good angle on the bed. Much to my shock, her pussy looked almost the same way it had when she had first unveiled it earlier, glistening, sticky, with a hazy, slimy thick coating that had clearly worked its way out from her slit. Only difference was her pussy seemed less out-of-shape, and with no trickle.

“What the hell…?” I stammered.

“I told you he cums a lot more than you,” she said with another smirk. “And I think you’ll understand even more once the story gets to today’s events. Now start cleaning.”

This time I moved faster because I knew what to expect. I was already aware of the tastes and smells, and quickly cleaned up the outside before digging into her slit and cleaning out all the cum that had deposited there. I swallowed with no trouble, and got things done fast, all while Linda squirmed and moaned. I finished up and started to get up to get back into position to hear the rest.

“Hey, you didn’t get me off this time,” she said with a pout.

“Nothing in the rules said I had to get you off,” I retorted.

“Yes, but you set the standard last time, so now I expect it. You clean the cum off my pussy, and make me cum, too.”

It had been proven time and again throughout this evening that I was at her mercy, so I didn’t even bother to argue. Besides, it’s not like I don’t enjoy making her cum, even despite the overall tone of the evening. Plus I had done a decent job cleaning her out this time, and there didn’t seem to be any more seepage, so I was comfortable in knowing I wasn’t going to get another mouthful of Brent’s cum when she got off again. So I got to work, putting in the effort to do it right so it went faster. I needed this evening to wrap up soon, no matter what the rest of the story was, just for the sake of my sanity.

Within a couple of minutes of lapping away at her engorged clit, she was getting close (I guess her storytelling had her pretty worked up, too). I contemplated whether I should avoid the tongue insertion this time that usually did the trick, but decided I was safe, and jammed it home. Right away I felt the familiar spasming, pussy locking around my tongue, thighs locking around my head, and, FUCK, a glob of cum squeezing out onto my tortured tongue. I swear just as much, if not MORE of that fucker’s cum filled my mouth while my cheating whore of a wife writhed around me. I swallowed it all, as I was expected to (like I had anything else I could do with it, anyway), and more easily than the first time, before she let up and released me.

“How much did that asshole dump inside you?” I shrieked once I was allowed to breathe again.

“We’ll get to that, don’t you worry.” Her grin was starting to piss me off, even if her attitude seemed somehow responsible for my continued arousal. “Now lie back down while we go on. Hell, I’ll even take over pumping your dick for you. Your hands must be tired by now.”

I didn’t argue, and honestly it did feel good to have feminine hands around my dick, even if I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was measuring up my cock against his while she was doing it.

To be continued…

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