The Doggie Bag

"You came for two minutes. Just chewing and cumming. Cumming and chewing. You were unconscious and quivering, I think," he announced.

"I see," she answered weakly. She felt like she had given birth though she was still stuffed down below. But she had an astonishing amount of endorphins coursing through her veins. A post-orgasmic blissful high. She finally noticed the chewed-up brown condom on the bed in front of her. Empty now and entirely uniform in color once again. She stretched languorously.

"Well, you've got your work cut out for you. Finish your snack and come to bed, eh?"

Only then did she remember her doggie bag promise. "oh. Sure thing, hon."

He studied her thru his phone. "Make a video of you eating your bread. Then take the video off my phone and put it on yours. Make sure you delete it from my phone."

She sat up a little straighter. "Okay," she said.

"Oh, and one last thing," Josh said.

"What is it, dear?" she asked.

"Jessica should probably meet up with us one night. She fancies herself a baker and I just think she might make a pretty good creampie. Of course, you'd be the judge of that, I'd imagine." With that, he gave her the room and headed back upstairs, leaving her with her giddy thoughts and highly-aroused mom body.

She hated to eat just before retiring for the night, but their marriage bed was tonight's goal, and getting there was going to be exciting. Time to start recording her shame. Time to break bread.

Questions For The Reader:

1: Our heroine's name isn't mentioned in the story Why not?

2: Our heroine had common enough fetishes (feet, smells, and urine) that weren't shared by her spouse. Why aren't there more stories that reference unshared fetishes? Isn't Literotica a MAJOR OUTLET for unshared fetishes?

3: Do you think Josh and his wife have a tenable relationship?

4: How could Josh fix his situation?

6: What idea might you bring to the basement some night if you were Josh?