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II
I woke up bleary-eyed in my own bed the next morning, naked. With only a hazy recollection of the previous night’s events, I reached my arm around my husband’s waist and teased his balls lightly with my nails. I could feel him growing erect. With a girlish giggle, I slid under the sheets and lightly tongued his sac before taking his head in my mouth. His rubbery bulb was slick with pre-ejaculate, which I licked hungrily. I slowly absorbed his full length and bobbed my head slowly the way I knew pleased him. My husband does not always have tremendous self-control, but this morning he remained hard in my mouth for at least 20 minutes before releasing his juices into my waiting throat. I submissively received his semen and licked his sex clean before emerging from the sheets to smile at my beloved spouse. Looking up from my prostrate and vulnerable position, I saw – not my husband. Ken? Not Ken either. A complete stranger. In my bed, his semen in my stomach. I gasped in shock. My husband had instructed me to suck another man, but not this man. He smiled at me knowingly. “Thanks for the blowjob, Slut. I’ll be back next week. Wait for me on your knees.”
I stared blankly as the man stood up, sperm dripping from the organ that had just been in my mouth, and slipped on his trousers without any underwear. He walked out of the room, and I heard the front door slam behind him. Then silence. Where was my husband? I lay naked and alone in my room trying to understand what had happened and trembling at the thought of my husband finding out. In the past 12 hours, I had performed oral sex on two complete strangers. I had done it willingly and had even enjoyed it. The taste of two men’s fluid was on my tongue. Did that make me a whore? What other word was there for a woman who would do such a thing?
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