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She looked down at it, shining in the light from the window. "That's the taller boy's cum," she told me, her creampie cuckold. "He liked cumming in my mouth and on my face and breasts. The other boy liked cumming in my pussy. Harvey, he just got through cumming in my pussy. I kept my legs together and saved it for you. It's all still in there. You want to fuck me through his cum, Harvey?"

I could only mutter, "Y-yes."

"Clean me first," she said. Her finger touched the shiny glob resting on the swell of her breast. Then her finger, guiding the glob and leaving a tiny glistening trail, slowly pushed the glob over the swell of her breast and down her breast, stopping at her nipple and lifting, leaving the glob there. "Get it before it drips on the sheet, Harvey."

I raised on my elbow and leaned over to her. Moaning in pleasure, I sucked the glob and her nipple in her mouth, hearing her moans of pleasure above me, creampie cuckold. I moved to the other nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She lay down in the bed beside me, giving me, creampie cuckold, easy access to her breasts, neck and face. Her hands moved to her clitoris, fingers working in the wetness there. I licked her clean as she lay there and moaned and shuddered in orgasm after orgasm. As exciting as fucking the two boys had been to her, it obviously didn't compare to the excitement of masturbating herself while I licked their cum from her body.

After a long time, her hands moved from her crotch and her legs parted. "Can you see his cum, my creampie cuckold?"

"Yes. You're full of it."

"Fuck me through it, my creampie cuckold. Do it now. Please do it now."

So I did and experienced once again the incredible feeling of sliding my raging hard-on into my wife's pussy and through another man's cum. Nothing compares to that feeling. When we came, we fell asleep. At 11 am, we woke. She went to the door, opened it, and disappeared though it. I wondered if her pussy could take the punishment of another hour or two with those boys. A few seconds later, she reappeared and closed the door, locking it. "They're gone," she said.

We fucked again and fell asleep again. When we woke, it was 2 pm. We speedily showered, dressed, and barely avoided having to pay for an extra day's room rent. We drove home, not even thinking about the football game we missed. For several years we both enjoyed her telling and re-telling what happened behind the double door.