"Sorry." [mf] | 2016

My favorite way to finish while fucking my lovely wife is - once she has had her fill of orgasms - I like to flip her on her back on the edge of the bed/counter/couch/washing machine/rocking horse and cup her thick ass in my hands and thrust angrily until I’m ready to burst and pull out and let ‘er fly. Oftentimes the result is a respectable shot across her breasts or a adequate belly button filler. Sometimes, if I haven’t cum in a day or two I’ll land a couple drops on her face and neck. Needless to say, my cumshots are quite variable depending on a lot of things – arousal, time since my last orgasm, level of hydration, etc.

A few weeks ago we were wrapping up a quickie in the shower and my wife starts begging me for my cum. Usually this is her polite way of letting me know that she has had her fun and I had better hurry the fuck up before the river runs dry. Still, “please cum on my face” has a better ring to it than “can’t you cum?” or similar, so I’m pretty thankful she has a good way about her. Besides, if I am in the zone and I’m still a ways off, begging me to cum on your face is akin to donning a top hat and waving a magic wand - here I cum. I pull out, she kneels down in front of me, and I cum. Sort of. Now, in my defense I was terribly dehydrated from working hard all week and this was my 3rd orgasm of the day (thanks palmala handerson). About a half load dribbled out and landed on her cheek. She grabbed my crank and rubbed the cum around on her face a little. I could tell what she was thinking, though. “Wow,” she said, “that wasn’t very much.” She had to needle me of course, it’s just the way she is. I guess I would do the same to her…“Sorry,” I said, not really feeling all that bad about it “dehydrated I guess.” “Well don’t let it happen again, Mr.!” was her reply in a fake stern sounding voice. We laughed and cuddled under the hot stream of water. My playfully vindictive side, however, was plotting. It won’t happen again, I thought, because next time I’m going at you like a forest fire. I didn’t dare tip my hand, though, as I wanted the element of surprise.

So began my mission to drown my wife in cum. I did research and found a few supplements that supposedly increased cum volume. I masturbated constantly – in the car, the bathroom at work, on fair rides. Not to completion, though, just enough to almost cum and then let up for a bit. I spaced my orgasms out to every other day and then every third day. I drank water. All. Day. Long. I must’ve peed every 20 minutes. Whenever we did fuck I made sure she didn’t see my loads – in her ass crack after doggy, on her ass cheek during cowgirl. For weeks I kept this routine going. I was completely dedicated to my mission, leave no sperm behind. I noticed my spunk volume was up. Way up. Like triple what I normally produced. And it was becoming a nuisance. I had to switch from klenex to paper towels and then from paper towels to bath towels - and then beach blankets. I was like a ketchup dispenser at a busy fast food joint. I decided it was time. I let my trouser snake lay dormant for a few days knowing that would antagonize him into a frenzy.

Finally we made love. Well, actually, it’s hard to call it making love when one of the parties involved is planning to secretly release a cum tidal wave on their lover’s village. She may have thought we were making love but I knew I was going to try and fuck-waterboard her. It started innocently enough, a simple shower as our kids watched Busytown. We loved throwing on a cartoon and sneaking away to the bathroom to fuck quietly. But this time my intentions were secretly very sinister. “Grab a couple extra towels” I said. “You’re going to need them” I whispered, but she didn’t hear me.

We fondled as we adjusted to the steamy setting. As we faced each other I picked up her leg and entered her slowly. When she had time to adjust to my slow in and out I pressed her up against the wall and thrusted more aggressively. My pounding was driving her crazy. She loves getting fucked hard and fast but with us standing she can only get to the edge of her orgasm and she just plateaus over and over in agonizing fashion. “Fucking sit down” she grunted. So I sat. And she climbed on top of me and was bouncing up and down in quick fashion. Fast and shallow, slow and deep she alternates. She knows how to satisfy her beast and wastes no time. Soon enough she is thrashing, and grunting, and slipping all over the place.

She barely had time to come back down to reality before I had flipped her over with her hands on the floor and I was entering her from behind. My hands grabbed and pulled her hips into my body faster and faster until she said the magic words “cum, cum on me, cum on my face!” Well allow me to retort. It was like a crack of thunder followed by a monsoon. Stream after stream of hot cum flew out of me. The first bundle was met with a shocked gasp as her eyes blinked as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The next shot was even bigger and she started laughing uncontrollably as she fell over backwards attempting to avoid enemy fire. I was quicker, though, and was able to adjust, strafing my flow in her direction, pinning her into the corner of the shower stall. When it was all said and done she was laughing so hard she couldn’t catch her breath, laying on the floor of the shower with her hands trying to fend off my charge, and I was standing over her a la Muhammed Ali standing over Sonny Liston.

“Sorry” I said sarcastically.